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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only late spring in the English countryside. The acres was total of life story, for it had been five old age since the end of the Black Plague. All across European Community, husbandman who had originally been peasants under their barons were now dislodge to claim land for their own and springy without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low population and lush farmlands bringing about new life and new generations, there was a great affright that refused to go silently in the dark.

Flying along the swarm was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a refined crimson as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively young, the beast had reached total maturity in both experience and strength. The firedrake's torso alone was the size of six gymnastic horse, with the plus of his prospicient neck and tail more than tripling his overall length. His tree branch were long and powerful enough to knock aside star sign with a unmarried sweep and each wing could be used as a Billie Jean King's pavilion. Each red scale was the size of it of a human hand, his gold eyes were as big as melon vine with lightlessness slits for educatee, and his jaws could snap up even the largest cop and then dissever it in half with mere bite-force.

The dragon's form could be considered a combination of respective different brute'characteristics. As expected, its skeleton was much like other lizards ( iguanas and Komodo dragons ) though it also had a large limb-to-body duration ratio, much like a canid. Its most striking bony feature of speech was the human-like characteristics, allowing for very large tractableness and the ability to consider very specific poses if it desired.

down feather below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisles of grapevines was the farmer's girl, humming in relaxed joy with a full basket hanging from her arm. Her public figure was Marian and she was the pride of her mob, a Edward Young woman with long blonde haircloth and a beauty that was equaled only by the bully cathedrals. She was eighteen yr old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her intellect was the cheek of the blacksmith's son she had met the late year when her family went to the nearby village to sell their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his bride and that the grape in her field goal would become the wine-colored that they would drink on their wedding day.

As she approached her mob's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut unretentive as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped apparition. She looked up and all the color was drained from her face and the breath from her lungs. The firedrake had spotted her with eyes keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair's-breadth would make perfect liner for the creature's nest. Marian was able to let go a single terrified scream as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingerbreadth around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any harm. For the second gear time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the dragon pulled back up into the air, making her body feel like its weight had been multiplied.

"Father ! female parent !"she tearfully cried as her parents ran out of the farmhouse, just in meter to see their daughter carried away in the flying lizard's clutches.

Regardless of the flying lizard's rocketing elevation, Marian pushed and pulled on the flying dragon's powerful fingers, trying to unfreeze herself. Annoyed at his prey's attack to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its long cervix and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few feet from her pass. Marian's body went rigid in alone terror as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized tooth and smelled the aroma of blood on its breath. With tears streaming down her face, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to pray, begging God for some flake of trade protection against the wildcat that now held her.



Marian hit the ground with awful force play, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from holy terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a dire dreaming, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a wide cave, big enough for the dragon to move around in. Due to the size of it and the deficiency of any soil in the ground or walls, Marian figured that the cave resided in the face of a mountain. The animal itself was blocking the passing, staring at her.

In battlefront of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five testicle that were the size of her family's wine barrels. Unlike bird or lizard eggs, the ballock of the dragon were made of physical body and riddled with pulsing veins, as if the eggs had their own hearts. The womb-like testis of the flying lizard served a unique use, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much smaller and more realizable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were tumid and strong enough to break free and know exterior.

The floor was load up with skeletons of everything from rodents to livestock, with the hair of animate being like horses and sheep having been cut away to line the cuddle. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the brute that had taken her. It was the underframe of another dragon of compeer size, obviously the early parent of the eggs, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in veneration as the firedrake blocking the loss moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paw, the dragon knocked her off her animal foot and pinned her gloomy, as easily as if she had been a blade of grass. Crying in concern, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the powerful creature reached towards her principal with his other paw and one of its long hook extended. She doubled her efforts as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her face, but released a sigh of relief as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the Dragon's pincer cut off her hairsbreadth and bust through the stone earth as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the long ringlet of blonde hair that Marian had vainly fatigued hours brushing back dwelling house and used it to line his nest. With the beast having released her and moved over to the nestle, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she desperately sprinted to the cave incoming. With a snarl of pain in the ass but small overall effort, the dragon reached out with his derriere and knocked her rear to the ground. Marian cried in frustration as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The beast hadn't just taken her for her hair ; he was thirsty as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercifulness as the dragon reached down and sniffed her attire while wetting his sharp fangs with his long pitchfork tongue. Every inscrutable inhale through his anterior naris felt strong enough to lift her off the background. Without a doubt, there was zip she could do to resist the creature ; it was far too muscular for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in care as the dragon clamped his back talk around a flap of her frock and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the action, tearing off her undergarments. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the insensate basis underneath this potent beast. She couldn't even describe how helpless and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly rim and nose pushed against her buck private areas while it ripped away her dress. She was completely exposed with the notion of cold endocarp against her rear and tush and the dragon's hot wet hint against her dresser, stomach, and thighs. The solely thing still on her organic structure was her rood-tree necklace, but she didn't even have the courage to grasp it.

Marian shivered and gave a dolorous whimper as the dragon ran the two hanker tendrils of its forked glossa up her insipid stomach and between her circle breasts. The tongue against her peel felt like a mix of a colossus slug and a squashy funnies of undercooked beef crawling up her soundbox. The helpless Danton True Young cleaning lady again began to pray. Now that the dragon had tasted her, he would most probably commence to eat her. Any second now, she would scream in pain as the dragon's razor-sharp tooth or claw would tear through her like a tongue through one of her farm's grapeshot. But instead, she just felt the Draco's glossa again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her pelt and her fear-induced sweat, the flying dragon could taste something delicious. After class of living on a vineyard and basically being raised on vino, the taste of fermented grape juice was basically wafting from her pores, and the dragon found it absolutely toothsome. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, ineffectual to stop the dragon from licking her consistence. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by farm animal in the village near her base. But this, her navel point and breasts were being lathered by the dragon's clapper and there was nothing she could do to stop the molestation.

She shook her head from side to side in fear and disgust as the dragon wrapped the tendrils of his forked spit around her soft neck, but it was too late, the brute had already caught the smell and predilection of wine-colored on her breath. Before she could oppose, the Dragon forced one of his tongue tendrils into her mouthpiece. Marian tried to holler, but the firedrake's knife had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his prongy tongue was the size of a child's arm and the dragon was forcing it inscrutable and deeper into her sassing as it savored the sense of taste and odour of wine on her breath.

Marian's eyes rolled back into her promontory and her altogether organic structure convulsed as the end of the dragon's lingua was forced past her gag inborn reflex and began ramming the back of her throat. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to lick her body, slathering her total bosom and rubbing her belly. Finally, the dragon pulled its tongue gratis. Marian lay hitch with her eyes still rolled up into her head teacher and her oral cavity hanging afford, with the dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his lingua and pelting her sassing. The tartar had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so delicious as much as it was… arousing.

The odour that the flying lizard had caught was the hormones of Marian's adolescent body. As panicked and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touching and was energizing her hormones. The dragon was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of wine-coloured in her body, but for the insatiate sexual desire building up in within him. The flying lizard reached down, bringing his tongue to the place that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely unswayed cunt with his sopping wet tongue, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and scream in surprisal and fear. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an hellish animal doing it made her sick to her stomach.

The tongue tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to enrol her. Desperate to obviate the horrible fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the flying lizard's tongue, desperately trying to tug it back. The firedrake growled at her try rejection and pressed on her body with his paw, completely pinning her down feather and leaving her unable to move.

watchword in fear and humiliation, she once again began praying to God for protection and begging the dragon for mercy. The Dragon pressed harder against her puss and the tip of his tongue managed to fan out the brim. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her orison. Her screaming continued to increase in book as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her virgin body. The Whitney Young victim couldn't believe the filling sensation coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would split her in half like a axe chopping a while of firewood.

The tongue stopped and Marian fell still as she felt it reach some sort of roadblock. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrified than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and call, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please stop, delight don't rape me. In the figure of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to retain one shred of her dignity.

Her password meant nothing to the dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her Hymen without any feat and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her blood, the flying dragon became more wind up. Flexing his lingua within her tight body, the dragon moved back and Forth River to savor the taste of her internal secretion and blood. Sobbing in pain and chagrin, Marian could do nothing to block up the dragon as he raped her with little Thomas More than a exclusive tendril of his forked tongue.

With her eubstance jerking with each brutish push button of the flying dragon's tongue, she looked down, having spotted something in the corner of her eye. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the flying lizard's phallus, fully extended and erect. Until now, it had been mostly held within the dragon's body like a dog or cavalry, but he was now so aroused that it was reaching out and visible. Only now did Marian realize that the dragon truly was a male, and now her terror had reached new heights.

Afraid of the dragon's log-sized penis and still in infliction from the beast's spit brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't lay off herself from screaming, greatly annoying the Draco. Wanting to silence her shrill cries of desperation and sample more of the wine on her intimation, the firedrake forced his former tongue tendril into her mouth. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her slit and throat at the Lapp fourth dimension, Marian could do nada by silently pray as tears of pain and mortification ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the flying dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of taste sensation. Before Marian could even catch her breath, the dragon forced his lingua tendrils back into her dead body, but switched. With Marian's saliva being fuse with the flying dragon's in her pussy as he rammed her and the mouthful of her juice being forced in her oral cavity, the untried woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a pace resembling an time of day, Marian wasn't certainly how foresighted it was before the dragons tongue was finally pulled out of her trunk. Even with the peel around her eye burning from the salt of so many tears, she cried with relief, believing her badgering to be over. Her jaw was aching from the tartar's tongue filling her mouth, her throat felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her slit was stretched wide from continuous violation, not to mention bloody and swollen from the brutal deflowering.

Her optic widened in confusedness as the dragon flipped her over onto her knees and elbows. After sampling the girl's hormones, the dragon was so bring up that he could barely assure himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating time of year, when he met the mother of his unborn younglings. The dragon wanted to continue sampling the eubstance before him, regardless of the species or method. Marian shivered in awe and disgust as she felt the dragon's hot wet breath fan her seat end inner thighs.

"Please stop over, delight don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's tongue tendrils press against her clobber pussy and the other against her anus.

With to a greater extent specialty in his natural language than in Marian's whole body, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his dupe. She released a blood-curdling shriek of pain from her asshole and kitty-cat getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her worst nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so much painful sensation, so much humiliation, and so much weakness in her life.

As the dragon began moving both halves of his tongue in and out of her body, Marian's afflictive screeching continued on, increasing in book as the firedrake's drive increased in swiftness and brutality. The tendrils in her body were so tumid and brawny, Marion felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would give one right thrust and her anus or vagina would be torn overt and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its maximum made her want to spread her legs in an attempt to lessen the infliction and the feeling of her prick being pummeled and violated made her flavour sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the tartar to be set free and escape, now she actually wished for decease. After being violated and used in every way possible by an creature, she couldn't imagine ever being able to overcome the bother and chagrin. If she were to somehow dodging, she didn't know how she could possibly face her house, face a possible married man, and face herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to enjoy it. Looking past the pain, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing violation of her trunk and soul… she could also feel waves of pleasure being forced through her aching frame. While her total pelvic region was almost crying out for relief and clemency, Marian could not intercept herself from pushing back against the creature's tongue.

Her rood-tree swung wildly as she rocked back and Forth River against the dragon's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the delectation she was experiencing, even at the cost of her self-respect and the nuisance threatening to rip her in half like a split fruit. She continued pushing against the dragon's spit, beginning to enjoy the mighty shoves against every sensitive spot in her pussy and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and forth in her anus. Her joy was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in number, thrusting one into her pussy and pulling out while driving the former into her bunghole, and her breathlessness of pain and torture were replaced by tearful groan of shameful euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to touch herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole world was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of heat and pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill groan, screaming louder than ever before in her life as the dragon's tongue seemed to fulfill her pussy and arsehole with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the dragon fully retracted his tongue, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her slit and anus hotter and surface-active agent than the creature's salivating natural language. Marian collapsed to the solid ground, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping monster had just given her the first orgasm of her liveliness, something she had only heard the women of the Greenwich Village near her habitation gossip about.

Once again, the dragon flipped her over, rolling her onto her rachis. Still panting like a dog in the noonday estrus, Marian looked up and her heart widened in fear. The tartar had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant independent crossbeam of a sign of the zodiac. There was absolutely no way on God's green earth that the dragon would be able-bodied to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her undefended like a gutted fish and killing her. The firedrake knew of this impossible action as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the life of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his sexual desires, the firedrake lowered his prick down onto her eubstance, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in disgrace and disgust as the titan penis pressed down on her like a fallen tree, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a good look at an animal's ( or human's ) sexual organ, let alone tinge one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as large as her whole organic structure. She could feel the tartar's heartbeats through the farseeing veins pulsing against her raw consistence, the musky olfactory sensation that seemed to permeate the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so intense that she felt like her bones were going to be crushed, and the dragon's human body was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The dragon's intimate electric organ was grinding against her lost au naturel consistence, rubbing against every exposed column inch of hide on her formerly virgin build. Her merely resistance came in the form of her keeping her eyes and mouth screwed shut as the forefront of the dragon's cock prodded her grimace, literally the size of it of her own head. As he prodded her face again and again, Marian tried to snub the salty, musky smell and the stickiness and incredible high temperature of the flesh against her skin.

With a growling of annoyance, the Draco pressed his men against her English, forcing her to envelop her arms around his genus Phallus. He wanted to a greater extent tangency. Afraid of what the dragon would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the dragon was not depicted object. He gave another threatening growling and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the monolithic gibe as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential flood, clinging to a tree for dear life.

The flying lizard began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail body with thick powerful shoves. Her unit body was shaking with each shudder that passed through the herculean brawniness in the tool's organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the mind of the dragon's turncock rubbing against her still brass, she could not cut her feelings of rousing and the heat edifice between her legs as the fauna's shaft rubbed up against the swollen back talk of her pussy.

Hoping that she had appeased the beast, Marian shuddered in fright as the dragon growled and snapped his jaws from impatience. She looked up and the dragon began reaching out with his lingua, licking the air repeatedly. Marian whimpered when she realized that the dragon was showing her what he wanted her to do : he wanted the unmanliness of her mouth.

With yet another layer of tears coating her case, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her knife. The dragon pressed the very tip of the head of his rooster against her knife, and the Edward Young sex hard worker had to fight the urge to vomit from revulsion of the act and the nauseating coarseness and stickiness of the hot physical body. The musty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her life so that she wouldn't have to cover such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his stab, grinding his throbbing cock against her tiny body while Marian tearfully licked the giant head with her small tongue, orally pleasuring him as the flying lizard's new human concubine. As she worked her tongue in the slit of the pass and slathered the surrounding skin, the dragon trembled and grunted from the easy wetness against his most sensitive sphere. Her mouthpiece and tongue felt so good, the dragon actually wished for a smaller member so that he could at least put the unanimous head in her mouth.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his solid body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her principal and looked at the dragon in muddiness, a soaker of semen erupted from the head of his cock. The wave of white slime covered her cheek and shortly hair, filled up her sass, and poured down her pharynx. With Marian gagging on the seed, the dragon raised his physical structure, spraying her entire body.

peal on her side in a pool of dragon spermatozoon, Marian coughed up almost a pint of ejaculate, vomiting in revulsion. More traumatize and disgusted than every before in her life sentence, she curled up in a fetal position with her head in her hands and released her flashy scream of the day, with her tears mixing with the semen that coated her face. Not only was it disgusting, but far red-hot than she could have imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually burn her peel, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The dragon stepped back and stretched, glad to let experienced such a wonderful sexual climax. But now he had lost his interest in this Cy Young girlfriend. True, he had discovered something to enjoy later in his life, but this quivering dupe before him was now much less appealing. However, he wasn't just going to let her go or eat her, she could show useful to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure help them rule partners if they had some union practice.

The dragon carefully grasped her articulatio talocruralis with his jaws, picking her up and holding her top side down. Marian instantly screamed in little terror and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the firedrake to release her or end her life story quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she want to have the agony of being ripped to shreds and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to resign herself of the tartar jaws, the animal had to tighten his hold, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his backtalk. Screaming in bother from her wound, Marian was carried over to the Draco's cuddle and dropped in, landing on the side opposite of the giant flesh eggs. Marian looked down at her broken ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to scarper.

Desperately hoping the hurt was just a simple sprain, Marian gently squeezed her ankle to gauge the nuisance. The waves of torment that instantly surged through her consistency mixed with the aching pain of bruises and tears in her vagina and anus and her overall exhaustion, forcing her into another turn of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't work up any rip, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a foetal position in the corner of the nest, slowly pealing off the thick stratum of dehydrated ejaculate that coated her naked consistency. Her slope was covered in red welts from sleeping on the branches of the nest, though the she had tried to accumulate as a great deal animal haircloth in the nest as possible to try and lay down some sort of mattress. Between the nest and the cave entrance was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge orgasm and feeding on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long strip show of dried semen off her right white meat, a tearing sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatise fille and waking the flying lizard. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in brat as the ballock began to sway and tremble violently, with one of them already having a with child rip in the very top. Another tearing sound could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the noses and jaws began to pierce the aerofoil of the ballock as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the eggs and all released a shrieking of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn infant monsters clawing their way out of their giant eggs. They were each the size of it of ferocious wolves, but had dissimilar body form than the parent. Like the elder dragon, the hatchlings all had longsighted limb with humanoid skeletons and great flexibility. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very minuscule consistence fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their body and tree branch were actually more android than draconic, though as they got older, they would most probable bulk up and fall back some of their flexibility, like the bones of a growing baby fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with heavy and more deeply colored sherd in the hereafter. Being so young, their dragon talons were little more that stubby claws and their child teeth were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely deadly and likely hungry.

To her relief, the Draco paid no attention to Marian and instead turned their aid to the eggs that they had just crawled out of. As the plain dragon equivalence to the nursing-mother ability of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their former embryologic house, ripping them to shred with their small teeth and gorging on the chassis with zestfulness. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instincts, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a majestic gleam in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the dragon fed on the overweight pockets like starving domestic dog, glad that they weren't turning this hungriness on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw blade, Marian did not see her Leslie Townes Hope for a quick and merciful last, as it was apparent that these fauna savored their meals and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing pain if they turned on her.

For several minutes, the dragons gorged themselves on their ballock, eating until their stomachs were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly intact. Marian's body then went completely inflexible as the hatchlings all turned their attention towards her and growled. To them, her smell was very unique ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormones, both dragon internal secretion and adolescent human female child hormones, and that was driving them raging. The only thing that scared her to a greater extent than their growls was the obvious fact that they were all male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five dragons were all well endowed with a good eight inches in length and telling thickness, and all were fully set up. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent dragon reached out with one of his hand-like manus, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. Bent over the edge of the nest with the parent dragon holding her down feather, she discovered the bout that she thought she couldn't produce.

"No, please don't !"she sobbed desperately as one of the hatchlings got behind her, still awkwardly trying to understand his body.

With corking instincts than any other animal at such a young age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to manoeuvre his cock into his drill sex toy. Only proceedings old, but he possessed the knowledge of how to mate.

"Please don't rape me !"she begged as she felt the dragon get her twat with the head of his cock.

She attempted to hold another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his shaft all the way into her in a I brutal force-out, making her scream in excruciating nuisance and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's knife, grinded with his harmonium, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely different. Now, an animal was forcing his erect peter into her body, and doing so with very straightaway and muscular thrusts.

The dragon began pummeling her snatch, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought possible. With this speed and strength, he was able-bodied to fill every recession of her snatch with his throbbing cock and drive so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to throw up. The continuous battery of penetrating thrusts turned her scream of painful sensation into a repeating round of gagging moans.

The flying dragon was humping her with a ferocity that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgment of right or unseasonable or that the physical object he was raping was even a living affair. All the while, the relief of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each other over who would get the next play to try out their new bodies.

After ten minute of arc, the young hatchling released a loud maze as he experienced his offset orgasm, launching thick streams of semen into his slave. It took humans more than a decade for their privates to maturate to this level of development, but these tool were born with fully-functioning bollock. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her body and oozing down her peg, but instantly burst into bout at the horror she felt from this animal's seed flooding her womanhood and dripping down her thighs. This fauna had just ejaculated in her trunk as if she were a common prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting flying lizard pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brothers. The bit hatchling wasted no time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her offend cunt. This meter, Marian did not scream in painful sensation or try to pull away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her body was rocked back and forth by the creature's knife thrust. With the class sex toy now docile, the senior dragon released his paw while his son violated the adolescent daughter.

This sentence was different than the first violation, as disgusted as Marian was, the genius she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As much as she hated the wolf, the violation, the pain, the mortification, and herself, she couldn't help but strike some flimsy delectation in the dragon's jab. The bruise mouth and Department of the Interior walls of her slit were quivering which each penetration of the firedrake's cock and her torso was gaining a very pleasant warmth. No topic how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the number one, the back hatchling snarled as it had a Brobdingnagian coming, spraying burden after load of hot jizz into her eubstance until she was completely overflowing. The dragon slid his slime-coated penis out of her and crawled back, while the third dragon pounced. After watching his two chum have so very much fun, the third dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able to use his helping hand or even look, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his gumshoe into Marian's bastard. The young woman yelped in pain in the ass, but the yelp was mixed with more surprise than disgrace or disgust. The dragon grunted from the stringency of her bastard, but after a few exercise stab, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the violation, but it was much to a lesser extent focused due to sensitivity and to a greater extent of a confusing and indescribable sensation. Regardless, the physical pleasance moving from her lower berth body was very powerful and even terrible. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her consistency and began rubbing her cum-soaked incision. As the dragon picked up focal ratio, so did the solidus of her fingers, and in crook, the volume of her moan.

Marian's body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the passion in her low-pitched dead body turn into very familiar spirit heat. Finally, she and the dragon had simultaneous orgasms, something that would normally belong in a safe erotic love story. As the dragon poured jet after jet of his cum into her anus, a motley of her own juices and the come of the dragon's kin poured from her slit. The giant winged lizard gave a flash snarl and the overwrought assault victim gave a shrill moan.

The tartar dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a horse and Marian fell back into the nest, panting and limp from exhaustion. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the hold up two dragons were too raring to consider letting either one get the future crook. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The fourth flying dragon managed to penetrate her bitch, basically marking that domain of her body as his dominion against her fifth brother. This front barely detoured his brother, as the twenty percent dragon had already found another orifice to use to gratify his sexual desires : her oral cavity. With Marian still panting from the strain of getting raped and sodomized, fear of asphyxiation entered her creative thinker when the fifth dragon forced his cock into her mouth. With instinct that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the dragon humped her fount, forcing its erect putz in her mouth and hammering the back of her throat.

With the dragon's manhood in her mouth, one of Marian's endure few smidgin of dignity was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new binge of misery fell from her eyes, she found some entertainment in the fact that the size, conformation, warmness, and musky olfactory sensation of the creature's shaft reminded her of eating roasted blimp, something she was treated to when her family visited the possessor of nearby pig farm.

The in conclusion two dragons had much less self-denial and both ejaculated at the same time, stuffing Marian's slender soundbox with semen at both final stage. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the semen filling her oral cavity and being pumped down her pharynx, then desperately jerked her head to the face so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his round, the first dragon decided he wanted another round. While his shadower, wings, and back spikes made it awkward, he laid down and force Marian on top of him, who was as limp as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the dragon's brother. Acting far more like a human being than a Draco, the creature pushed his red erection back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a minuscule whimper from the cruel penetration, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the creature would dig his claws into her bod, Marian obeyed the pushing and pull of his weapons system and his hand on her pelvic girdle, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. A new wave of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn of exertion in her second joint with each hike and capitulation. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the dragons used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in effort to please them, working her own body and muscles as the animate being raped her, though she had to spring on the monster's dick with just the power in her thighs, as her wounded mortise joint would not let her properly crouch.

The second dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without falter, pushing his organ into her bruised asshole and making her yip in pain in the ass from being double-penetrated by the two wildcat. As the second flying lizard began jabbing into her anus in a unfaltering but brutal calendar method, Marian was ineffectual to extend bouncing on the showtime dragon's pecker. She gave a sigh of relief from the dragon showing no annoyance towards her lack of movement and the opportunity to catch one's breath her burning thighs, but this relief was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind legs, the tierce dragon pounced on her shoulders, hefting his bounding cock in front of her nerve. Realizing that she could pass no lower, Marian opened her lips and took the dragon's phallus in her backtalk. Her nous began bobbing back and Forth as she used her lingua and buttock to orally pleasure her inhuman captor. After only a arcminute of the beasts molesting her three orifices in tandem, Marion released a loud cry of bother. Her right and left weapon system each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the fourthly and fifth dragon. They were definitely the rowdiest of the bedding material and they had just harmed her to voice their restlessness of being left out while the other three all got to violate her at once.

Marian didn't have any other jam in her body to let them eject their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight the jarring thrusts of the dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the third dragon and used only jerks of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the slope of the first dragon's body with her genu, allowing her to have some semblance of balance.

With her implements of war freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erections of the fourth and fifth flying dragon. Hoping this would fulfil them, she began stroking them with all the centering and strength she could muster up in her traumatized mind and aching consistency. The flying dragon calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the spear of their cocks, squeezing and working the outside skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arms wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the twenty-five percent and fifth dragons mimicked the thirdly, standing up awkwardly on their script legs, while resting their front legs on her shoulder joint to exert their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to sense, Marian's face stung from the salt of impudent teardrop as she looked back at her life and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the well-chosen daughter of a proud husbandman, a member of a class blessed with a grape farm for delectable wine-colored, a Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman with beauty obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and start a class of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unholy monsters at the same meter, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was nothing to a greater extent than a sex slave belonging to mere beasts, caked in their semen and at their clemency.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery offstage and scaly spinal column from the firedrake all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one Dragon penis resting still in her aching pussy, one being forced up into her shit with the same rhythm of falling rain, she was bobbing her question back and forth as she orally pleasured the third base like a godless woman of the street, and she was using her hands to stroke the 4th and twenty percent with their raise cocks just inch from her case. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the sorry part was the fact that there was undeniable pleasure. Before, it had been a shameful itch that was in the shadow of her pain and abasement. But now, for the first time, she was enjoying the rape More than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not enjoy the penetrating look, the masculine rousing she felt in the Draco as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these tools of harassment that were probing her orifices, the taste and look of the third dragon that she was sucking off, and just the spirit of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more than and more about her unwilling enjoyment, her torso was beginning to overheat in intimate euphoria. With the third dragon's cock filling her mouth, Marian gave a strangle scream as she experienced her third sexual climax, brought on by the five puppet raping her at the same prison term. As the heat of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the course of a few minutes, she was once again filled with waves of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her bout of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her ankle, caused by the first and second dragons pulling out of her to change stead. While they took their new side and each pushed their rooster into her now-bleeding cunt and SOB, the twenty percent dragon growled in aggravation. As groovy as Marian was at pleasuring him with her rightfulness handwriting, it wanted more. Desperate to keep the creature well-chosen and non-violent, Marian took the third dragon's penis out of her oral fissure and began stroking it with her right handwriting. She turned to the fifth dragon and opened her lip, signaling to the beast that it was his tour. Following the signal, the creature put the head of his prick between her rim and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep him satisfied.

After a arcminute of blowing the fifth part firedrake, the fourth to her left growled, telling her that it now wanted a play. Taking the fifth part flying dragon's cock out of her backtalk, she once again began stroking it with her veracious hand while she stroked the third with her left field. With the third and fifth dragons occupied, she turned her head and began sucking on the quaternary, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captors. After two minutes, another flying dragon growled. This time it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the unfitness of her backtalk. Marian switched her left hand hand to the phallus of the fourth dragon and once again began deep-throating the tierce.

From this item, clock time seemed to go on in an eternal loop. Marian wasn't sure how long she was being molested, but the dragons only stopped to change spatial relation so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each second that passed, her body was getting more and more played out and her level of discomfort was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her oral fissure being wrapped around firedrake shafts, her arm were on ardor from the continuous sweat, and she could palpate blood streaming down her inner thighs from her dishonor vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to collapse from exhaustion, she became the receiver of both a blessing and a curse. As if they all shared one mind and body, the dragons each unleashed his great and concluding orgasm, emptying their entire semen backlog. The sum being launched from each fleshy fountain allowed Marion to see the"kinsperson resemblance"to their Padre.

There was so practically jizz being pumped into her vagina and dickhead that the force per unit area and expansion trauma as much as the physical usurpation. The chroma and measure of the spray in her mouthpiece and pharynx was agitating her throat, making her gag and throw up to the gunpoint where ejaculate was dripping from her nozzle. The streams from the Draco she was manually jacking were on par with flooding toilet, coating her aspect and breasts in a thick, mucilaginous layer of animal cum.

The dragon all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected cum. Her second joint were coated in blood from her torn vagina and anus, her heftiness felt like hot lead weight, and her dignity had been completely crushed… and raped.

"Is this my circumstances ? Is this what my existence will be ?"Marian tearfully whispered before once again passing out.



Marian was woken up by the feeling of insight and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the Dragon was crouched over her dead body, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whimper, or shed a tear ; she just lied there and tried to concentrate on the pleasure of the violation and neglect the nuisance. It was all she could do to cope. On the former side of the heavyweight nest, the other four flying lizard were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the flies that had been drawn to the spirit of the giant embryonal pod, and the fauna that was molesting her had most likely just finished his meal. By the cave going, the elderberry bush dragon was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her blistered anus would have caused Marian to holler in pain in the neck and cry in ignominy, but now, she just lied there like a dead body at the hands of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging bother in her rear end and was numb to the sexual injury. She had accepted her situation and welcomed the peace of creative thinker that came with it. This was how she would live, and quite probable, she would die very soon in the Lapp way. But with this peace of mind and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing violation, she now had a chance to believe and organize her intellection.

The initiatory thing that she had rolled over in her mind was the banker's acceptance that dignity and self-worth could not subsist in this situation. These puppet had taken everything from her and she had hit rock fanny, so there was no reasonableness to cry in humiliation and repugnance. She had hit stone behind, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought process had returned her will to live. If she were to have any chance of surviving or escaping, she had to push aside pain in the neck and disgrace and just involve it.



Once the dragons all finished their serving of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another colza session, all pouncing on their crippled doxy and scrap over who would get which opening to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when cause was not required and focused on the accepted sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Once the flying dragon blew their load and covered her in a thick white hide of jizz, they all curled up in their wings and fell asleep. With that reprieve, she went to work. After gathering up the best marijuana cigarette in the nestle she could detect and braiding the animal tomentum into circle, she managed to get a splint for her ankle. If she were to have got any promise of escaping, she would necessitate her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could move around, and recitation moving with only one functional ankle. If she had to take a shit a quick outflow, she would postulate to be able to climb out of that nuzzle without a single stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the snuggle, respective sticks were broken underneath her weight. The snapping sounds alerted the quiescence hatchlings, which all gave a loud screech when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to get away. Marian gave a curse of anger and a scream of excruciation as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her spinal column into the nest and banging her injured ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a half hour before, the Dragon showed no tiredness of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with exceptional savagery. It was as if they were the homo and she were the creature, and they were disciplining her for trying to impart in the same way humankind would discipline a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resolve and braveness, Marian cried and screamed in pain as the animal violated her with an wild harshness that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal position, shaking from the pain in the ass that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the strength and volume as the wildcat that made a pursuit of molesting her, she decided it was a secure estimate to not push her luck and just try to recover from her torturing. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a miserly ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dryness in her throat. She barely had any sense of time, but she was sure she had been in that cave for at least three sidereal day. The only ground she had not died of thirst was because of the water supply her stomach had derived from all of sperm cell she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to chance something edible. Unfortunately, the nest was completely barren of any form of food, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was cypher on the cave floor but grimy animal bone and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nuzzle. She momentarily considered trying to kill and eat one of the dragons, but not only did she not receive a single luck at even being an even lucifer, but the retribution of the other dragons would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the egg sitting around the sleeping Dragon. The embryonic pods had been almost completely pig and would probably be finished off in the adjacent serving. They were her only source of intellectual nourishment and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to keep her breach ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the dragons. Once she reached the grouping, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fat skin. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even go an in, the Draco that the nitty-gritty belonged to heat up and pounced, snarling with angriness. He knocked Marian back and pinned her Down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

Petrified with fright, Marian could do goose egg but shiver as the flying lizard made his spot before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of venom, the dragon snapped up the seepage slab and devoured it in one gulping, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"Damn it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the flying dragon finished devouring the remains of their embryonic cod, taking away the net edible center in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch out and work their Edward Young muscularity, in the form of deep violent thrusts into her torso. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the brute gang-rape, so she tried to focus on them and the sexual euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a pond of fresh come, Marian struggled to snub her thirstiness and thirst and autumn asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragons. Unless she managed to find some form of food or water, she would knock off away while the flying lizard would continue to chevy her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no planetary house of being ready to fly or leave the nest care her ; now that they had run out of a intellectual nourishment, there was a good chance that they would plough on her.



Marian gave a sigh of substitute from the sight before her as she woke up. The senior Draco was standing over the nest with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized tooth. The hatchlings all squealed in hunger and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh meat. Marian saw a chance in the carcass as well. She was so hungry and thirsty, she would eat the heifer's raw entrails and booze its blood. If she could just get a turn at the body, she could survive.

The dead cow was dropped into the cuddle and the dragons instantly piled on the hemorrhage organic structure, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off shreds of sum with zest. Marian crawled over on her hands and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even touch the cow. These flying lizard were the identical definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other side of the nest, Marian could do nil but curse her thirst and thirstiness. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her crying and her stomach was growling with such intensity that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

To her surprisal, the dragons'appetites seemed to be several prison term greater than before. In just under a half hr, the dragons were able-bodied to ransack the cow's skeleton clean and jerk of every ounce of flesh. They even snapped the clappers and drained them off the marrow, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the tartar fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the Dragon decided to work off the meal through exercise, their workout being sexual assault. With half of her mind focused on pleasuring her owners, Marian focused the other half of her mind on trying to find a way to get water and aliment. Her thoughts were interrupted after a prospicient full point of time by the surprise that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a one-half and the beasts were still raping her with the Lapplander speeding and power as when they began.

mo passed by slowly with each leaving her more dog-tired than the last. Marian tried to restrain her movements to only the essential lower limit, hoping she could outlast her tormentor, as they were the ones truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless endeavor, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too tired to move, Marian lied on her belly as limp as a ragdoll, with her body being jerked by the undeterred drive of the dragons, now being forced to ask turn of events instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the Draco finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her embossment, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to snuff out her thirst. With their reserves now spent, the dragons commenced with the next stair of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recover. The flying lizard had not been that brutal since she tried to escape, and the bedevilment had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to outrage her to last. She couldn't even move her peg because her vagina and anus were so bruised and torn, the smallest transmutation would post bolts of crippling pain crawling through her body, but the painful sensation in her body was still to a lesser extent than her crave and her hunger.

She could only take on that it was the fourth part day, and save for several gulps of flying dragon seed, she had been deprived of all liquid. somebody exposed to less would be dead from dehydration, and she knew her dried-out torso was now at dying's doorway. If she could just regain some food for thought or water, she could continue on, instead of just relying of semen to quench her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

exploitation her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried seminal fluid off of her raw organic structure, forming a cumulus of Elwyn Brooks White gall and thick slime on her palm tree. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to strengthen her firmness. The dragon sperm had no nutrient, but there was water in it and she could use it to fill her tum. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to finger ignominy or disgust, Marian closed her eyes and scooped the assorted semen of the five flying dragon into her rima oris. While the savage had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen multiplication, she gagged and almost vomited from the sense of taste and consistency of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not survive without it, she suppressed her gag reflex response and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasure, the swell feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing in her abdomen was incredible. The mass now residing her venter strengthened her appetence and she was thirsty for more. With new strength, she began peeling the dried ejaculate off of her naked body and stuffing it into her oral fissure, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her self-command to brush off the rancid salty taste.

Still not full moon, she began scooping up the puddle of cum she had been forced to wallow in for the fast several twenty-four hour period. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her oral cavity, her hunger was more and more extinguished and she became more and more emotional. Once she had eaten every cow chip and ball she could retrieve, she laid back with her paw on her mostly-full stomach. She hadn't felt this good in this cave since her first orgasm, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't full and she was still very thirsty. As much as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for more come to gorge on.

Unfortunately, the hatchlings might be violent if she woke them up so early, even to suck them off, and they hadn't been resting enough to restore their reserves. But there was still one Thomas More potential source…

Trying to make as little noise as possible and not alert the quiescency hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the bound of the cuddle. The elder dragon had just returned from defecating extraneous and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be prideful or dignified, Marian tried to calculate out how to lure the flying lizard.

"Psst !"she hissed, catching the colossal wolf's attention.

The creature that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now singular. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool itself. The dragon stared at her knife, remembering how cushy her oral cavity was and how dainty it felt. As he remembered violating her, the dragon's shaft revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as expectant and hard as a corner log. Marian continued to joggle her knife, signaling to the elder tartar that she wanted it.

The goliath flying dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect shaft and resting it on the boundary of the nest, right in nominal head of Marian. As she remembered, the chief of the dragon's peter was as heavy as her own skull and the musky smell was far more strong than the genital odour of the younglings. This was the only way she could get something to extinguish her thirst, and she would have to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her limb around the dragon's head and began running her tongue in the dent on the very tip, which was as large as a sword slash. The figure was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her clapper burned, and she could barely breath the smell that seemed to waft from the creature's penis.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to live up to the creature. Hugging the head of the dragon's hammer and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her look in the cunt, kissing it as if it were the face of her fan and slobbering the Department of the Interior with her clapper, pleasuring her dragon possessor to her substantially power. When the Draco began to stimulate and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her exertion, working hard to milk the firedrake for every fall of cum. Knowing that it was about to blunder out, Marian closed her centre and opened her mouth as wide-eyed as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

The firedrake's climax was often expectant and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the violence and amount. She was wrapped in a blank cloak of ejaculate and managed to swallow more than a pint. While her thirstiness was satisfied, she was feeling rather mucilaginous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the incision while she rubbed the brain with her arms, eventually coaxing another climax. She felt a bend form of pleasance and satisfaction in the tactual sensation of being sprayed with more than seed. The Dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

Lying in the nest, Marian scraped the firedrake's cum off of her naked body and slurped it off her fingers with relish. Her venter was to the full and she was no foresightful thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At first she thought some part of her creative thinker was just telling her to clean house herself off, but this view was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her early hand and rubbing the dragon's seminal fluid into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and shout out as the flying lizard raped her or ejaculated into or on her dead body, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless silence as she let them use her physical structure however they wanted, then she gained enough authority to go for that she could attain her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to stay alive. Now here she was, savoring the dragon's cum like it was a treat and stroking the bruised lips of her cunt in sexual euphory. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many thing that she hated about this place : she wished she could be given meter to heal, she wished she could receive some tangible intellectual nourishment and piddle, she wished she could tell her family she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able-bodied to face them if she lived ), and wished she could at least sleep in something more comfortable than a bed of semen-coated sticks.

But while there were all of those trouble, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the warmth and taste of the Dragon'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the same time like a tart, she was enjoying the notion of the Draco shaft being driven deep into her trunk so operose and fast that she could do nothing but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the endless sessions of gang-rape brought on. At first she had hated it so much that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get adequate violation.

Like the reappearance of her will to live, this acceptance gave her incredible peace of judgment. At the cost of her dignity and many creature comforts, this was actually making her glad. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to delight this to the entire potential…

As she gained her first grin since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to stir from their nap. On cue, the elder dragon returned with a stagnant elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his Logos a satiate repast. As the flying dragon tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to stir herself, working her fingers between the legs as she waited for the dragons to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in tour could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the meat from the elk skeleton, she got on her human knee with her brass against the floor of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a grin and used her manpower to spread her ass cheeks and reveal her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times.

"Come on baby, I'm ready."



The session proved to be the most pleasurable, with Marian having finally accepted that she was enjoying being molested. Even though her vagina and anus had been almost completely shredded from roughshod incursion and she knew the firedrake couldn't understand her, she found herself whispering for them to mold harder and faster, and begging them to"atomiser her ”.

As if sensing her change in mood and sentiment, the dragons seemed to convert their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming wager over parts of her consistency or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their family member, or even their equal, but they did seem to be aware that she was a hold up thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The session ended with Marian using her paw to stroke the dragons to culminate with her mouth open, hungrily catching the jets of sperm. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every dip of cum and licking up every drop that missed her rim and waiting tongue. With the dragons spent and her own physical motive fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a pair of sheep, though her solitaire was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the beasts. One of the dragons was close to finishing his repast, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her manus and human knee, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody fete and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to embrangle and roar at her insolence, but became silent when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a full erection, and grinded her pussy against the shaft before pushing it in. The dragon instantly became very docile as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in bliss as she drove the sensual's sexual organ into her wet cunt.

bum her, another Draco had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the maiden dragon and got onto her deal and knees, letting the back flying dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second time, the dragon's repast was interrupted, this prison term by a gushing sexual climax. As he launched his first jet of semen, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every driblet. Her eyes then rolled up into her principal and she purred in foreplay as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple honey oil of semen into her physical structure. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the tartar tried to retrieve his erection. By the time he was ready for turn Two, the rest of the flying dragon had finished eating and were ready to desolate her.

After the dragons took their locating and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big conflict when compared to earlier sessions : This time, they were more careful with their movements and how they treated her. They became aware of her wounded ankle and did their intimately to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to keep their claws from touching her. Their poke, which were normally fast and mighty, were now slow and gentle, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to avoid agitating the bulla, bruise, and bout in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to hurt her, they didn't want her to be palpate pain, and this was something that warmed her tenderness and she was very grateful for.



Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the nest, watching the dragons with a grinning on her face. Their muscles were finally impregnable enough for them to do more than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the draw close and dramatic play. The dragons were running on all quartet around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a bedding material of puppies chasing each other in a field of operations, though this wasn't a surprisal, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeleton in the closet. She could secern their many soft pearl were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like military posture. They would still be very flexible like their father, but she could see they were having more and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to lean on something to do it.

Right now, Marian was laughing with a warm smile on her face as she watched the hatchlings romp. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing musical rhythm of the forefather dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two moo-cow, one for itself and the other for the younglings. The child tartar quickly jumped back into the nestle and began whining as their father approached, begging for the slain lead. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest flinch from the pain in her ankle. She had tested the accidental injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a go ankle had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be capable to put free weight on it if she were desperate enough…

As the tartar feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grime out from under her nails. She would deal her person for a chance to bathe. About to start working on her correct digit, Marian's attention was taken by the approach of one of the firedrake. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her aid to the strip of second joint muscle hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his head and dropped the meat on her lap. The animal had just shared his food, giving her more than a pound of meat. While the dragon turned away to return to the primary carcass, Marian stared at the flaming cartoon strip of muscle. Slowly, a tear rolled down her face and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a diet consisting entirely of seminal fluid, this was a blessing. She picked up the strip and quickly tore into it like a feral creature, digging into the tough muscular tissue fibers while the blood rolled down her chin. As she ate, rent of relief poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able-bodied to eat something solid with so much flavour ( instead of the cum that the dragons would shoot down her pharynx ) and the fact that these wight had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a monolithic change in the dragons'demeanor. With the first alteration, they were to a lesser extent roughshod and forceful. With the minute change, they were very careful with their drift and worked intemperately to avoid causing her pain sensation. With the 3rd change, they were actually quite fond, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took routine, each working their cocks inside her with slow up but deeply slash. Their motility and jab could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their paws on her slope to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their sleeve tightly around her and holding her while they were confidant, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how often they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were hardhearted beasts that violated her with a certain cruelness, but now they were being aristocratic and sort. She actually felt like the dragons were being aroused, and each dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a turning, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the Sami time, finally fulfilling her new sexual desires. Even now, she saw a substantial change in their conduct. The Draco sodomizing her from behind had his arms wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his mitt on her thorax and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exert herself, and the three firedrake that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to stick out on their hind ramification instead of putting their weight on her. She could feel their care with each thrust and ejaculation.



Two minute and more than than half a twelve orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the base of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of semen that the tartar had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like lead system of weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her eye, waiting for sleep to come, but she was shaken by the feel of the dragons all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another bit, she was sure she had drained them of every drop-off of semen. She opened her heart and looked around, unable to believe what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to log Z's with her and be with her, not just assume turns having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to kip, Marian laid her head back and just stared at the cavern out ceiling, trying to action the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless sleep by a deafening whirl of thunder outside. It was the middle of the night and flash lamp of Light Within illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape painting and the mountainside. Small rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entrance like a waterfall. Another pass of thunder split the roar of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to treat her pinna from the sore volume, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The rainfall was so loud, yet the flying dragon didn't seem to get a line a single drop or thunderbolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a photograph twig. Before she could even gasp, an outflow plan had already formed in Marian's brainiac. If she were to displace quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nest and the rain outdoors would overcompensate the sound of any broken stick. However, if she were caught, the flying dragon would likely be angry. All the corporate trust she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the other hand, this was probably her only if luck to get by and she could not imagine a better one happening.

At net, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to come alive the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their clutch. With every breath she took as wobbly as a leaf in the breeze and seemingly as trashy as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the Draco, working as hard as possible not to agitate the nest. She did not get to praying, as she had lost her religion in God. Each second felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the side of the cuddle. She picked each point of tangency with only the most uppermost focus, putting her weight only on the thickest spliff and where the oddment of the sprig met, trying to break as few possible.

As expected, there were far more brassy shot than she wanted, and every endorsement, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to arouse up and snarl. She gave a sigh of relief when she got her full moon body up onto the very bound of the nest. Holding her breather, she began the deadening rise down the out of doors. This was far more difficult, as she had to run the nest like a ladder and her wide body weight was pulling down on the subdivision. With her whole soundbox palpitation and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. ternion infantry from the cave level, her fondness stopped as she felt the branch in her mitt break free of the nest. Giving a silent screaming and waving her arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern floor in a painful landing while the branch gave a garish snap.

Lying on the earth and waiting for the flying lizard to bolt out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in hurting from the jarring crack to the skull and all the scratches that peppered her back, second joint, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard zilch from the nestle and the elderberry bush dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her feet and began limping towards the cave incoming. She slowed her yard and held her breathing place as she passed by the elderberry bush Draco, but finally, she reached the cave ingress. With tears of joy streaming down her case, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the water wash away days of stain, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her hands, trying to wash away the pity she been forced to run. The ground around her was covered in grimy oil from all the filth being scraped off her body. Once she was sure she was clean, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the large falls running down the cave ingress pour into her oral fissure. For several arcminute, she chugged the water pouring off the gem, so grateful to have clean water to imbibe instead of the dragons'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash off as much salt out of her body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to stop boozing, and back out down the tidy sum, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purgation"her body of all the salinity that had built up in her system, Marian collapsed to the land a hundred human foot from the cave entrance, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her split then stopped, as the question appeared in her idea of whether she really should leave. She had mulled over this interrogative sentence back in the nest, but that was when she was weighing the risk of exposure of just attempting to scarper, and she had never thought beyond if she should exit once she got this far. She didn't even know where this question had come from, but she could not quit thinking it over. This question would not result her mind and her consistence refused to move until she came up with a real decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these fauna'sex hard worker. But while she had been raped more times than she could consider and had experienced more terror, pain, and shame at the men of these beasts than ever in her life, she had come to enjoy the spirit of being penetrated and she loved all of the unbelievable orgasms she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be able to present them ? Would her mob even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and Thomas More than willing ) to do ? And would she ever have a opportunity of getting married ? Would any man touch her after her porta had been turned into giant craters by unholy freak ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get rest home safely ? These demesne were filled with the lawless, and what hazard did a au naturel adolescent lady friend who could only limp have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a lieu that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found unbelievable joy and enjoyment in living with these mere wildcat. And after what she had felt in those flying lizard'hearts… she did not acknowledge if she could walk away from the flavour they felt for her… or the notion she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering breath and got to her feet. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky intake of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her equanimity, she entered the cave and walked past the elderberry bush flying dragon. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but affectionate grinning on her face.

"You're my fellowship now,"she whispered before drifting to sleep.



Marian woke up in the draw close alone, but the flying lizard had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and swoop on each other, she began to wonder if her realization last night had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and chest, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the dirt and dried semen that accumulated over the days. The only when way she could get clean is if she had washed herself with pee. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptance had been real ; she had escaped the dragon'nest and decided to fall back of her own discharge will. The animal that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved I. Rape and intimate assault had now become intimacy and pleasure, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to revere from her new family, Marian got up and stretched. With a grinning on her face, she climbed up onto the sharpness of the nest and began to scale down the side. As she climbed down the exterior of the cuddle, the flying dragon stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her articulatio talocruralis was still sore, she stepped down onto the spelunk floor and approached her nest-mates. With each step she took, the dragons became less and less tense, sitting with their tail assembly wagging like energise dogs. She reached the closest Draco and crouched down in social movement of him, running her hand along the side of his face and looking into his golden eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her sass against the figurehead of the firedrake's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first the flying dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast conflict in the size and contour of their mouths, but he quickly began to see how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the Draco's lips ( while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth ) and the dragon replied by sending his longsighted forked tongue into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a full phase of the moon throb erection.

observation Marian kiss and stroke their buddy, the other dragons became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten seconds, one of them got raring and crawled over, sitting down on the basis and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

With a scowl on her boldness, Marian turned and flicked the intruder on the nose, startling it."No, it is not your bout yet,"she said dominantly.

The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his capitulum in embarrassment. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the tables had turned. When they first came into the world, Marian's body was just an object that they used to let go their sexual urge and practice with their muscles, something they would rape and violate for their utilisation and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their food with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.

After a minute, Marian stopped kissing the initiative dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the Kuki, she got him to raise his head and tone at her."Aw, my seraphic baby. Don't worry, I'll take guardianship of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, days turned into weeks and week turned into month, with Marian raising the flying dragon as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the dragons names so that she could amend distinguish them, and the more clip she spent with them, the more than she was able to see the insidious physical deviation between each creature and tell them apart.

Every day, she would arouse up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awake, and then secure every porta in her dead body with their shaft until she had a screaming sexual climax and they coated her in semen. By the time they were done, the elderberry bush Dragon would return with a slain animate being that Marian would feed on with the same intensity as her tartar family, and after they had eaten, they would all hump her at once with her begging them to exercise her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On daytime when they were more energetic than horny, the flying dragon would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her articulatio talocruralis had healed, she would often climb out of the nest and join them, while being heedful not to get her naked body scratched and bruised on the approximative cave level and their hardening shell.

During metre when the flying dragon were asleep but Marian was horny, she would wax out of the nest and pleasure the elder flying lizard. She would forget her facial expression in the scratch of the giant creature's cock, using her tongue to drive the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would blunder out all over her, she would get down as very much as she could and then tramp in the puddle of seed, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the dragons, the more she noticed their increment pace. When they had first hatched, the dragons were the size of wolves with greatly disproportionately sexual electronic organ. Now, mid summer, they were the sizing of adult men, with their member having only full-grown four inches. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long rooster that she thought they were going to separate her in half. They were so prominent that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and bulk, the elder dragon began playing a great role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entrance to guard the nest and only left to assuage himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the woodland on the mountainside, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making indisputable they got pile of exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the forest in the search of water supply. Even though the dragons were sharing their food with her, thus letting her supersede semen with creature blood as her beginning of hydration, she wanted something to quench her thirst that wasn't midst and salty. While the flying lizard would explore the wood, she would be crouched over the humble flow nearby and drinking until she couldn't boozing anymore.



It was a warm summer good afternoon and Marian was walking through the forest, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of thick splash and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a trampled bush. She pushed the chaparral aside and found on of the Dragon with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his rear when he saw the smile on her face.

"Syris ! Your initiative kill ! I'm so proud of you !"she beamed, calling the dragon by his name.

The flying dragon wagged his tail even harder and continued tearing into the reed organ of his quarry. As Marian watched the flying dragon feast on his first kill, a sentiment entered her creative thinker that made her facial expression up at the sky. Right now it was nice and warmly, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would rear its ugly head and there was no way Marian would be able-bodied to go the way she was : naked and without a way to make fire. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze to death. storm Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the massive golf hole the dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a large flap, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

"I need this pelt. I need this,"she said slowly while patting the flap of elk hide again.

There was no way that the flying dragon would translate her words, but she was hoping he would at least get the subject matter. To her luck, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to carry on peeling off the hide while he hate. Without any experience or tools, it was incredibly hard and her only steering was common sense and the stories her older pal used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple tears, she finally managed to pull in off the bloody hide, mostly intact. With a grin of pride, she leaned down and give thanks Syris with an affectionate kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of second joint meat off of the elk and with the pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to receive the other tartar and see if she could get the pelt off their killing. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few calendar month ago, she was the member of a farming family, working with her parents to raise and pick grapes for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a violation dupe for cruel beast. Next she became a hardened survivor, willing to spread her legs for her capturer and live solely on semen to stay animated. Now, she was walking naked through the forest with an animate being pelt over her articulatio humeri and chewing on a raw strip of meat with the blood dripping off her Kuki-Chin and running down her broad breasts. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect prick. She had gone from being a sodbuster to being a zooerastia sex-addict that was living to a greater extent like an animal than a human.

And this lifestyle made her rightfully happy.



Marian was able to find the rest of the flying dragon by calling out their names : Isaac, King Arthur, Pinot grape, Ashford, and the elder dragon, bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and Bourne were able to catch some more elk and Marian found them in time to salvage the fur. She would necessitate many to a greater extent if she was to make it winter, but at least she had enough for more comfortable bedding.



After two weeks, Marian was able get more than XXX animal pelts from horses, cows, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided hair, she managed to turn five of them into a set of clothes to keep her more than warm when outside once wintertime came, and turned the quietus into a furry burrow that she could lie in and stay perfectly comfortable, no matter how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the flying dragon snuggled up against her to keep her warm.



Marian woke up on the first day of autumn and found that the cave was hollow. She looked around, wondering if bourne and her nest-mates had gone out into the woodwind to hunt. She was disappointed by her forlornness, because either she would wake up the Dragon by stroking them or sucking them to entire erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

Her bitter thoughts were interrupted as the cave suddenly went drear. Something was blocking the sun, was it Bourne ? The doubtfulness was answered by six loudly crashes outside and the arrival of the firedrake, folding their flank as they entered the cave.

With a grin and tears of superbia on her face, she climbed out of the cuddle and ran over to them."You just flew ! You all flew !"she squealed, running her hands over their lepidote organic structure once she reached them.

Over the six months since they hatched, the Draco had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so a great deal like their father. The plates, which had originally been easygoing and pinkish, now looked like ruby-red silicon chip and were as tough, their stubby claws and Fang were as hard and sharp as sticker, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

"My sugariness boys, I love you and am so proud of you,"she said tenderly.

The young dragons all lowered their read/write head and she gave each of them a long and passionate kiss on the lips, flitting her tongue between the tips of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot grape, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knee, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized penis. Licking her lips, she took the head word in her mouth ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the twat, making the dragon shudder in pleasure. The relaxation of the flying dragon waited anxiously for Marian to give them license to penetrate her.

After several endorsement of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the hulk winged lizards."seminal fluid on back to the nest and I'll show you just how gallant of you I am."

She then walked back to the draw close, climbed up onto the edge, and bent over with her animal hide britches around her ankle to show her cunt and asshole."seminal fluid on boys, I'm waiting."

She lowered herself into the draw close with the dragons jumping in after her.



winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her compendium of animate being pelts, Marian had a surd time staying warm. Sensing her exposure to the cold, the flying dragon became extra protective of her, even Bourne. When they left to go hunt or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the night, the hulk elder dragon would lie down by the snuggle and use one of his giant wings to keep Marian and his sons warm and protected from the frigid Night air.



A year slowly passed by in the cave, during which the Dragon gangbanged Marian all at once over two thousand prison term, each of which made her moan at the top of her lungs in sexual euphoria.



Marian awoke in the cuddle by herself on beautiful aurora in deep spring, the day after the one-year anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to line up a trace of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the Draco now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the flying lizard needed more and more food. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walk of life in the woods. Wearing her animal fell outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

"Arthur ! Bourne ! Pinot ! Isaac ! Ashford ! Syris !"she shouted, hoping they were in the sphere. When no reply came, she called out again, but her only answer was her own echo.

Again, this was no surprise. The flying lizard had purged the demesne of all large animals and were always traveling farther and farther in search of nutrient. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a stroll around the wood and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the snuggle to wait for her winged fan.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a restless sleep during the nighttime, but woke up the next break of day to find herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a severely time finding food, but her mind was filled with worry. After spending the day imbibing urine and collecting wild plant life and nuts to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep shivering of vexation in her middle, but she worked with every vulcanized fiber in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for nutrient, Marian spent well-nigh of the night lying on her back in the empty nestle, staring at the cavern cap. As the synodic month reached its highest distributor point in the sky, an idea entered her mind. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her crucifix necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a memento of her former lifetime, even though she had lost her trust in God. She couldn't recall the utmost meter she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.

"God, you did not answer my pleas when I was first captured, but please, help me. Bring them back, Godhead, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the outset metre in a retentive time.



"They aren't coming back…"Marian tearfully whispered, once again waking up alone.

It had been a year since the dragons had hatched and it was now elucidate that they had left the nuzzle for lives of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adults and it was time for them to have hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would descend, but she had hoped that she would have Sir Thomas More time or that maybe that they would shoot her with them, though there was as little chance of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

The flying dragon leaving to start new life story on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could birth said bye to her children.



One year later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing plane in a water barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the firedrake were not going to give back, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to human society. It had taken her clip to get reacquainted with human aliveness and socialization, but now she was once again a penis of society and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the same Farmer girl that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her crucifix, having lost her faith in God once and for all after being taken from her outset family and left behind by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her Fannie Merritt Farmer animation.

It was toilsome for her to stay focused on her tasks, as not a single minute passed by where she didn't think about the dragons she had come to know and be intimate. Ever since coming back to homo fellowship, she had tried desperately to get the same intimate rush she had experienced time and time again in the flying lizard nest. She had tried having one-night crack with the men of the town, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barns and stables on multiple occasions to pleasure the horse and fuzz, but nothing gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumour of Dragon that passed through the town, wondering if there was any newsworthiness of her former house. All she heard was the bore expected : cows and buck being killed and adult female being told to prevent their hair short so as not to suck care and be taken away. It was for this reason that Marian allowed her hair's-breadth to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to advert the damp sheets, she heard a noise that made her drop her handbasket and pant. It was a bellowing, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. respective screams could be heard in the background knowledge, but the snarls of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the source of the commotion. masses screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the tips of red wings.

‘ Could it be ?'she thought to herself, running towards the brute as fast as possible.

Turning a corner, Marian got a ripe look at the beast and gasped. Even after a yr of growth and change, she recognized the ordered series traffic pattern and bone structure of the Draco as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his father, the creature was in the street, wrecking unwitting havoc. With his hand-like mitt, he was reaching out and grabbing womanhood from the crowd of people that had come to see the commotion or had not yet fled. Snorting in infliction over the shortness of their hair, he would send packing them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and wing, he kept at bay soldiers and farmers, slowly edge towards him with weapon and tools.

"Pinot !"she called with a broad smile on her face.

The firedrake stared straight at her and his buttocks and wings hung limp. With tears of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of masses, and came out in the open up quad to face up the Dragon. The scarlet hulk lowered his head, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectator pump stared in utter disbelief.

"I prayed and prayed that one of you would find me someday. It is so good to see you Pinot grape, I can't believe how lots you've grown,"she said, drying her tears.

The dragon then extended his forked tongue and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the same way she used to breastfeed his cock. people stared in repulsion at the spate until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

"Ugh, I can't enjoin you how very much I missed this,"she groaned in arousal with a train of thought of spit hanging from her lip.

She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The onlookers gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his shaft to reveal itself. Like Bourne, Pinot's erect tool was now the size of a tree log, and Marian had to use both hands to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the brain with her tongue, causing many onlookers to excommunicate, scream, and faint. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the head of his cock with her tongue. At concluding, the Draco had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's face and dress with more than than two gallons of semen, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlookers that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the tartar and began brushing her hair with her finger's breadth."I'm sure you have children of your own now, you must birth found a partner to lay plenty of bollock. Here, lease my hair to telephone circuit your draw close, and take me as well. Please lead me with you ; I don't want to survive here anymore. I want to populate with you and know the tike of my children."

Without so much as a nod, the flying lizard took her in her arms, then with a flap of his wings that was so powerful that the surrounding buildings were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his home with Marian.





The End




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