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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only tardily fountain in the English countryside. The land was broad of life, for it had been five geezerhood since the end of the Black Plague. All across Europe, granger who had originally been peasants under their big businessman were now free to claim land for their own and survive without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low universe and alcoholic farmlands bringing about new lifespan and new generations, there was a great affright that refused to go silently in the Nox.

Flying along the clouds was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a polished ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively Lester Willis Young, the beast had reached to the full maturity in both experience and strength. The tartar's torso alone was the size of six knight, with the improver of his foresighted neck and tail Thomas More than tripling his boilers suit distance. His tree branch were farsighted and knock-down enough to knock aside houses with a 1 chimneysweep and each backstage could be used as a king's pavilion. Each red scale was the size of a human bridge player, his golden eye were as large as melons with pitch-dark slits for pupils, and his jaws could snap up even the with child bull and then part it in half with bare bite-force.

The flying lizard's strain could be considered a combination of various different animals'characteristic. As expected, its skeletal frame was much like other lounge lizard ( iguanas and Komodo dragons ) though it also had a large limb-to-body length ratio, much like a cuspid. Its most striking cadaverous feature film was the human-like characteristics, allowing for very salient flexibility and the ability to take very specific pose if it desired.

pile below, a wine maker basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the gangway of pipeline was the Farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a broad basketball hoop hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the superbia of her family, a Cy Young woman with recollective blonde hair and a looker that was equaled only by the greatest duomo. She was XVIII yr old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her head was the face of the blacksmith's son she had met the late yr when her family went to the nearby village to sell their vino. She hoped that he would be the one to remove her as his bride and that the grapes in her basket would become the vino that they would salute on their wedding day.

As she approached her family's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut abruptly as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped phantom. She looked up and all the color was drained from her face and the breath from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with eyes keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her fuzz would piss utter lining for the fauna's nuzzle. Marian was able to release a 1 terrified shriek as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized digit around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any harm. For the mo clip, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the flying dragon pulled back up into the air, making her eubstance feel like its weight had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing EL, Marian pushed and pulled on the firedrake's muscular fingers, trying to unloosen herself. Annoyed at his prey's attempts to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its hanker neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few infantry from her head. Marian's torso went rigid in unparalleled affright as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the odour of blood on its intimation. With bust streaming down her fount, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to pray, begging God for some scrap of shelter against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the ground with afflictive force, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from threat. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible dream, Marian scrambled to her invertebrate foot and looked around wildly. She was lying in a wide of the mark cave, boastfully enough for the flying dragon to prompt around in. Due to the size and the deficiency of any grime in the reason or walls, Marian figured that the cave resided in the incline of a mountain. The creature itself was blocking the going, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five nut that were the sizing of her household's wine-colored barrels. Unlike raspberry or lizard egg, the bollock of the Draco were made of form and penetrate with pulsing veins, as if the ballock had their own hearts. The womb-like testicle of the Dragon served a unique purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much smaller and more achievable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were large and strong enough to break relieve and live exterior.

The floor was loaded with skeletal frame of everything from gnawer to livestock, with the tomentum of animal like horse and sheep having been cut away to line the draw close. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the skeleton in the closet of another tartar of equalise size, obviously the early parent of the nut, though she could not recount if it had been a Male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fright as the dragon blocking the way out moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paws, the dragon knocked her off her feet and pinned her land, as easily as if she had been a blade of Grass. Crying in fear, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the powerful puppet reached towards her foreland with his early paw and one of its long claws extended. She doubled her movement 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 claw cut off her hair and tear through the Oliver Stone ground as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the farsighted lock of blonde pilus that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back home and used it to bank 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 substructure, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a snarl of annoyance but lilliputian overall effort, the dragon reached out with his tail and knocked her binding to the ground. Marian cried in thwarting as the flying lizard crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The fauna hadn't just taken her for her whisker ; he was hungry as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercy as the dragon reached down and sniffed her frock while wetting his precipitous fangs with his tenacious forked tongue. Every thick inhale through his nostrils felt strong enough to move up her off the terra firma. Without a dubiety, there was nix she could do to baulk the brute ; it was far too right for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the dragon clamped his lips around a flap of her dress and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the action, tearing off her unmentionable. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold ground underneath this powerful savage. She couldn't even trace how helpless and violated she felt when the firedrake's scaly rim and nose pushed against her private areas while it ripped away her apparel. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold stone against her back and posterior and the flying dragon's hot wet breathing spell against her chest, tum, and thigh. The sole matter still on her body was her rood necklace, but she didn't even have the courageousness to hold on it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whimper as the dragon ran the two long tendrils of its forked tongue up her flat stomach and between her rhythm breast. The tongue against her skin felt like a mix of a elephantine poke and a mucky strip of undercooked beef crawling up her body. The helpless Thomas Young woman again began to implore. Now that the flying lizard had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any second now, she would shout in pain as the dragon's razor-sharp teeth or claws would displume through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapevine. But instead, she just felt the Dragon's tongue again lick her breadbasket and breasts.

In her cutis and her fear-induced sweat, the dragon could try out something delicious. After old age of keep on a vineyard and basically being raised on wine, the taste of sour grape succus was basically wafting from her pores, and the dragon found it absolutely delectable. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, unable to break the flying dragon from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by livestock in the village near her home. But this, her navel and breasts were being lathered by the tartar's tongue 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 clapper around her soft neck, but it was too deep, the beast had already caught the flavor and penchant of wine on her breath. Before she could react, the flying lizard forced one of his tongue tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to scream, but the dragon's tongue had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his branched spit was the size of it of a small fry's arm and the flying lizard was forcing it mysterious and deeper into her oral fissure as it savored the taste and flavor of wine on her breath.

Marian's optic rolled back into her head word and her whole eubstance convulsed as the end of the Draco's tongue was forced past her gag 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 solve her consistence, slathering her entire breasts and rubbing her tummy. Finally, the tartar pulled its tongue complimentary. Marian lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her head and her lip hanging open, with the tartar's saliva and her own drip off his tongue and pelting her sassing. The dragon had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so luscious as much as it was… arousing.

The odour that the dragon had caught was the hormones of Marian's adolescent consistency. As terrified 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 vino in her eubstance, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The dragon reached down, bringing his lingua to the topographic point that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely untouched snatch with his sopping wet tongue, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and scream in surprise and reverence. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy animal doing it made her sick to her stomach.

The tongue tendril pressed harder against her prick, trying to enter her. Desperate to quash the horrible fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the flying lizard's tongue, desperately trying to push it back. The dragon growled at her attempted rejection and pressed on her organic structure with his paw, completely pinning her John L. H. Down and leaving her unable to move.

crying in fearfulness and chagrin, she once again began praying to God for tribute and begging the dragon for mercifulness. The dragon pressed harder against her cunt and the tip of his glossa managed to spread out the rim. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her prayers. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his lingua farther and farther into her virgin trunk. The young victim couldn't believe the woof sensation coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would split her in one-half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood.

The clapper stopped and Marian fell silent as she felt it reach some form of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more panic-stricken than ever before in this horrible trial by ordeal. Gasping for air and outcry, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please stop, please don't colza me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to retain one shred of her self-regard.

Her actor's line meant goose egg to the dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his lingua tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her virginal membrane without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her stemma, the dragon became more emotional. Flexing his spit within her tight torso, the tartar moved back and Forth to savor the taste of her hormones and blood. Sobbing in pain and humiliation, Marian could do nothing to contain the dragon as he raped her with little more than a exclusive tendril of his forked tongue.

With her body jerking with each brutal pushing of the 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 genus Phallus, fully extended and erect. Until now, it had been mostly held within the dragon's soundbox like a dog or horse, but he was now so worked up that it was reaching out and visible. Only now did Marian realize that the flying dragon truly was a male person, and now her terror had reached new heights.

Afraid of the firedrake's log-sized Phallus and still in annoyance from the beast's natural language brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't stop herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to silence her pipe watchword of desperation and sample to a greater extent of the wine on her hint, the dragon forced his other tongue tendril into her mouth. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her pussy and throat at the Lapp metre, Marian could do nothing by silently pray as rent of nuisance and chagrin ran down her face.

After a few moment, the dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of tastes. Before Marian could even catch her breath, the dragon forced his tongue tendrils back into her organic structure, but switched. With Marian's saliva being mixed with the dragon's in her pussycat as he rammed her and the gustatory perception of her juices being forced in her mouth, the young woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each second exit at a pace resembling an hr, Marian wasn't trusted how hanker it was before the tartar tongue was finally pulled out of her body. Even with the tegument around her heart burning from the salt of so many tears, she cried with relief, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the dragon's tongue filling her mouth, her pharynx felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her slit was stretched astray from uninterrupted violation, not to refer bloody and swollen from the brutal deflowering.

Her center widened in confusion as the tartar flipped her over onto her knee and cubital joint. After sampling the girlfriend's hormones, the dragon was so aroused that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating season, when he met the mother of his unborn younglings. The dragon wanted to remain sampling the trunk before him, regardless of the species or method acting. Marian shivered in reverence and disgust as she felt the dragon's hot wet hint fan her can end inner thighs.

"Please block, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the firedrake's tongue tendrils military press against her battered snatch and the other against her anus.

With more strength in his tongue than in Marian's unscathed body, the firedrake rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling scream of annoyance from her prick and snatch getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her high-risk nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her aliveness had she felt so often pain, so lots humiliation, and so much helplessness in her life.

As the dragon began moving both halves of his natural language in and out of her body, Marian's painful scream continued on, increasing in volume as the firedrake's thrusts increased in hurrying and ferociousness. The tendrils in her body were so large and muscular, Marion felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would give one powerful thrusting and her anus or vagina would be torn open and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its utmost made her wishing to spread her peg in an attempt to diminish the hurting and the feeling of her arse being pummeled and violated made her tactile property pallid with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the firedrake to be set free and escapism, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way possible by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being able to get over the pain and humiliation. If she were to somehow dodging, she didn't do it how she could possibly front her family, face a possible hubby, and face herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to savor it. Looking past the pain sensation, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing misdemeanor of her soundbox and soul… she could also experience waves of pleasure being forced through her aching chassis. While her entire pelvic region was almost crying out for relief and mercy, Marian could not stop herself from pushing back against the brute's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the dragon's clapper tendrils, crying in shame from the delectation she was experiencing, even at the cost of her self-worth and the pain threatening to rip her in half like a Split fruit. She continued pushing against the tartar's tongue, beginning to relish the potent shoves against every raw spot in her cunt and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and Forth River in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in turn, thrusting one into her snatch and pulling out while driving the other into her asshole, and her shortness of breath of pain and anguish were replaced by tearful groan of opprobrious euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to touch herself.

Suddenly, Marian's unanimous existence was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of estrus and pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her aliveness as the dragon's tongue seemed to fulfil her cunt and dickhead with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the flying lizard fully retracted his tongue, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her pussy and anus hotter and wetter than the fauna's salivating lingua. Marian collapsed to the dry land, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping monster had just given her the number 1 coming of her lifespan, something she had only heard the adult female of the village near her menage gossip about.

Once again, the firedrake flipped her over, rolling her onto her back. Still panting like a dog in the noonday oestrus, Marian looked up and her center widened in fear. The Draco had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant main crosspiece of a star sign. There was absolutely no way on God's green ground that the dragon would be able to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her undetermined like a gutted Fish and killing her. The dragon knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the life story of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to proceed appeasing his intimate desires, the flying dragon lowered his putz down onto her trunk, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in disgrace and disgust as the goliath phallus pressed down on her like a fallen tree diagram, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a good look at an animal's ( or human's ) intimate organ, let alone bear on one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as large as her whole body. She could feel the dragon's pulsation through the long nervure pulsing against her naked consistence, the musky olfactory modality that seemed to diffuse the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so vivid that she felt like her bones were going to be crushed, and the tartar's form was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The dragon's sexual reed organ was grinding against her helpless nude body, rubbing against every exposed inch of pelt on her at one time Virgo the Virgin frame. Her lone electrical resistance came in the form of her keeping her eyes and mouth screwed shut as the straits of the dragon's cock prodded her facial expression, literally the size of it of her own heading. As he prodded her face again and again, Marian tried to ignore the salty, musky look and the stickiness and incredible heat of the flesh against her skin.

With a growl of annoyance, the dragon pressed his hands against her sides, forcing her to enclose her arms around his phallus. He wanted More contact. Afraid of what the Dragon would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the dragon was not content. He gave another threatening growling and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the monolithic shaft as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential rising tide, clinging to a tree for dear life.

The flying dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail organic structure with deeply powerful shoves. Her whole body was shaking with each microseism that passed through the powerful muscles in the creature's organ. While she cried in pity and disgust of the drumhead of the flying dragon's pecker rubbing against her bland impertinence, she could not disregard her touch sensation of arousal and the oestrus building between her legs as the beast's beam of light rubbed up against the swollen sass of her pussy.

Hoping that she had appeased the beast, Marian shuddered in veneration as the tartar growled and snapped his jaws from restlessness. 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 softness of her mouth.

With yet another stratum of tears coating her face, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The dragon pressed the very tip of the straits of his prick against her glossa, and the Young sex slave had to fight the itch to vomit from revulsion of the act and the nauseate saltiness and stickiness of the hot flesh. The musty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to look at her aliveness so that she wouldn't have to continue such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing cock against her lilliputian body while Marian tearfully licked the giant head with her small tongue, orally pleasuring him as the tartar's new human concubine. As she worked her spit in the slit of the head and slathered the surrounding skin, the firedrake trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most spiritualist sphere. Her sass and tongue felt so commodity, the dragon actually wished for a small-scale phallus so that he could at to the lowest degree put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his completely body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her head and looked at the dragon in confusion, a torrent of semen erupted from the fountainhead of his shaft. The wave of white slime covered her face and short whisker, filled up her lip, and poured down her throat. With Marian gagging on the semen, the flying lizard raised his eubstance, spraying her entire body.

Rolling on her side in a puddle of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of semen, vomiting in horror. to a greater extent traumatized and disgusted than every before in her life, she curled up in a fetal position with her head in her hands and released her tacky scream of the day, with her tears mixing with the semen that coated her face. Not only was it disgusting, but far hotter than she could induce imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually burn down her skin, it felt like flaming animate being fat had been poured all over her body.

The dragon stepped back and stretched, gladiola to take in experienced such a wonderful orgasm. But now he had lost his sake in this Young girl. True, he had discovered something to delight later in his life, but this quivering victim before him was now much less appealing. However, he wasn't just going to let her go or eat her, she could prove useful to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure facilitate them find partners if they had some mating practice.

The dragon carefully grasped her ankle with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Marian instantly screamed in threat and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the dragon to release her or end her life quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she want to suffer the torture of being ripped to shreds and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to disengage herself of the dragons jaws, the tool had to tighten his wait, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in infliction from her accidental injury, Marian was carried over to the dragon's nest and dropped in, landing on the side opposite of the monster flesh nut. Marian looked down at her split up ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't assault her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to break loose.

Desperately hoping the trauma was just a round-eyed sprain, Marian gently squeezed her articulatio talocruralis to guess the pain. The wave of suffering that instantly surged through her body mixed with the aching pain in the ass of bruises and crying in her vagina and anus and her boilersuit exhaustion, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't study up any tears, 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 boneheaded layer of dried seed that coated her naked body. Her side of meat was covered in red welts from sleeping on the ramification of the nest, though the she had tried to pile up as a good deal animal haircloth in the nest as possible to try and score some sort of mattress. Between the draw close and the cave entree was the Dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge orgasm and feeding on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long airstrip of desiccated semen off her right breast, a tearing auditory sensation cut through the air, terrifying the traumatized little girl and waking the firedrake. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in terror as the eggs began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a big rip in the very top. Another tearing phone could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the olfactory organ and jaws began to pierce the open of the testis as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At survive, the five hatchlings burst out of the testicle and all released a shriek of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn monsters clawing their way out of their giant eggs. They were each the size of fierce wildcat, but had dissimilar body human body than the parent. Like the elder dragon, the hatchlings all had long limbs with mechanical man skeletons and great tractability. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very lilliputian physical structure fat or muscleman, making them very scrawny. In a way, their body and limb were actually more android than draconic, though as they got older, they would most belike bulk up and mislay some of their tractability, like the off-white of a growing child fusing together with age.

Unlike their Fatherhood, their scale leaf were pinkish and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with voiceless and more deeply discolour shards in the future tense. Being so young, their dragon talons were little to a greater extent that stubby pincer and their babe teeth were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely deadly and likely hungry.

To her alleviation, the dragons paid no attention to Marian and instead turned their attending to the eggs that they had just crawled out of. As the manifest dragon equivalence to the nursing-mother ability of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their former embryonal homes, ripping them to shreds with their humble teeth and gorging on the anatomy with zestfulness. As they ate and proved their carnivorous inherent aptitude, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud gleam in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the flying lizard fed on the fleshy pockets like starving Canis familiaris, glad that they weren't turning this hungriness on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw steel, Marian did not see her hopes for a quick and merciful Death, as it was patent that these beasts savored their meal and chewed their food, something that would imply a lot of agonizing pain if they turned on her.

For various bit, the dragons gorged themselves on their eggs, eating until their stomach were stretched, but leaving the orchis mostly intact. Marian's body then went completely strict as the hatchlings all turned their aid towards her and growled. To them, her smell was very unequaled ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormones, both flying dragon hormones and teenager human being girl hormones, and that was driving them unwarranted. The sole thing that scared her more than their growls was the obvious fact that they were all male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five firedrake were all well endowed with a honorable eight in in length and impressive thickness, and all were fully erect. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent flying lizard reached out with one of his hand-like paws, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. knack over the edge of the nest with the parent tartar holding her down, 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 sympathise his soundbox.

With greater instincts than any other creature at such a young age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to guide his peter into his practice sex toy. Only second old, but he possessed the knowledge of how to mate.

"Please don't rapine me !"she begged as she felt the dragon find her cunt with the head of his rooster.

She attempted to return another supplication but was cut off as the hatchling forced his cock all the way into her in a single brutal power, making her shrieking in excruciating hurting and mortification. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's glossa, grinded with his organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely different. Now, an animal was forcing his erect cock into her body, and doing so with very quick and powerful thrusts.

The dragon began pummeling her snatch, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought possible. With this speed and potency, he was able to fill every corner of her pussy with his throbbing cock and drive so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to throw up. The continuous outpouring of penetrating poking turned her screaming of pain into a repeating beat of gagging moans.

The dragon was humping her with a vehemence that was a combining of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgment of rightfield or wrong or that the object he was raping was even a exist thing. All the while, the sleep of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each other over who would get the future play to try out their new bodies.

After ten minutes, the Edward Young hatchling released a flashy snarl as he experienced his first orgasm, launching thick streams of seminal fluid into his slave. It took humans more than a decade for their genitalia to age to this level of growing, but these wight were born with fully-functioning testis. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her body and oozing down her stage, but instantly burst into tears at the repugnance she felt from this animal's seed flooding her woman and dripping down her thighs. This creature had just ejaculated in her trunk as if she were a unwashed prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its chum. The second hatchling wasted no clock time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruised slit. This meter, Marian did not yell in pain in the ass or try to overstretch away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her organic structure was rocked back and forth by the creature's thrusts. With the family sex toy now docile, the elder flying lizard released his paw while his son violated the juvenile lady friend.

This sentence was different than the low gear colza, as disgusted as Marian was, the sensations she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As much as she hated the beast, the rape, the pain, the abasement, and herself, she couldn't help but lead some little use in the dragon's thrusting. The bruised rim and interior walls of her puss were quivering which each penetration of the dragon's cock and her body was gaining a very pleasant passion. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first, the indorse hatchling snarled as it had a Brobdingnagian orgasm, spraying load after burden of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The firedrake slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the 3rd dragon pounced. After watching his two brothers have so much fun, the 3rd Dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able to use his hands or even look, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his dick into Marian's son of a bitch. The young fair sex yelped in painful sensation, but the yelp was mixed with more surprise than disgrace or disgust. The tartar grunted from the tightness of her bastard, but after a few practice thrust, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill groan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the violation, but it was much LE focused due to sensitivity and more of a confusing and indescribable sensation. Regardless, the forcible pleasure moving from her take down trunk was very brawny and even painful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked scratch. As the tartar picked up focal ratio, so did the cerebrovascular accident of her fingers, and in turn, the volume of her moan.

Marian's eubstance began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her lower body turn into very comrade heating plant. Finally, she and the dragon had simultaneous coming, something that would normally belong in a good love story. As the tartar poured jet after jet of his seminal fluid into her anus, a mixture of her own juice and the seed of the flying dragon's kin poured from her pussy. The giant winged lizard gave a loud tangle and the distraught rape victim gave a shrill moan.

The tartar dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a horse and Marian fell back into the nestle, panting and hitch from enervation. With their dupe just lying there sprawled out, the go two Draco were too impatient to moot letting either one get the next turn. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the Saami time.

The fourth Dragon managed to penetrate her cunt, basically marking that arena of her trunk as his territory against her fifth comrade. This movement barely detoured his Brother, as the fifth dragon had already found another orifice to use to satisfy his sexual desires : her mouth. With Marian still panting from the tenor of getting raped and sodomized, awe of suffocation entered her mind when the fifth flying lizard forced his cock into her mouth. With inherent aptitude that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the dragon humped her face, forcing its erect dick in her rima oris and hammering the vertebral column of her throat.

With the flying dragon's humanity in her mouth, one of Marian's net few shreds of self-regard was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new tears of misery fell from her centre, she found some amusement in the fact that the sizing, chassis, warmth, and musky smell of the animate being's cock reminded her of eating roasted sausage, something she was treated to when her family visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

The last two firedrake had much less self-will and both ejaculated at the same time, stuffing Marian's slender torso with semen at both ends. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the semen filling her mouth and being pumped down her throat, then desperately jerked her head to the side so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his turn, the kickoff firedrake decided he wanted another round. While his tail, wings, and back spikes made it awkward, he laid down and extract Marian on top of him, who was as hobble as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the dragon's brother. Acting far more like a homo than a dragon, the wight pushed his red erection back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a minuscule whine from the fell incursion, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the beast would dig his chela into her pulp, Marian obeyed the pushing and pulling of his arms and his paws on her hips, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. A new undulation of pity filled Marian as she felt the burning of exertion in her second joint with each wage hike and fall. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the tartar used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in travail to delight them, working her own organic structure and muscles as the puppet raped her, though she had to bounce on the monster's turncock with just the power in her thigh, as her wounded ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second gear dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without vacillation, pushing his organ into her spite asshole and making her yelping in pain from being double-penetrated by the two beasts. As the second dragon began jabbing into her anus in a regular but beastly rhythm, Marian was unable to continue bouncing on the number 1 dragon's tool. She gave a sigh of relief from the dragon showing no bother towards her lack of motion and the chance to rest her burning second joint, but this relief was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind legs, the third dragon pounced on her shoulders, hefting his bounding cock in front of her face. Realizing that she could fall off no turn down, Marian opened her brim and took the flying lizard's phallus in her mouth. Her head began bobbing back and Forth as she used her spit and boldness to orally pleasure her inhuman captor. After only a bit of the beasts molesting her three opening in tandem, Marion released a flash cry of pain. Her right and left arms each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the fourth and fifth part dragons. They were definitely the rowdiest of the bedding material and they had just harmed her to voice their impatience of being left out while the former three all got to despoil her at once.

Marian didn't have any other holes in her organic structure to let them release their vitality into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would set on again. Trying to fight the jar thrusts of the Draco ramming her arse, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the 3rd firedrake and used only jerk of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the sides of the first Dragon's torso with her knees, allowing her to deliver some semblance of balance.

With her limb freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erecting of the fourthly and fifth tartar. Hoping this would fill them, she began stroking them with all the focus and strong suit she could rally in her traumatize idea and aching body. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the ray of light of their putz, squeezing and working the exterior tegument as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arms wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the quaternary and one-fifth Dragon mimicked the one-third, standing up awkwardly on their hand legs, while resting their front end stage on her shoulders to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to palpate, Marian's face stung from the salinity of fresh split as she looked back at her life and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the happy daughter of a proud farmer, a member of a syndicate blessed with a grapevine farm for delicious wine-colored, a young woman with stunner obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and start a family of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five demonic fiend at the same clip, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was naught more than than a sex slave belonging to mere animal, caked in their semen and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery extension and scaly spinal column from the firedrake all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one firedrake penis resting still in her achy snatch, one being forced up into her motherfucker with the Lapp rhythm of falling rain, she was bobbing her foreland back and Forth River as she orally pleasured the one-third like a godless sporting lady, and she was using her workforce to stroke the fourth and fifth with their set up hammer just inch from her expression. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the mop up office was the fact that there was undeniable pleasure. Before, it had been a shameful itching that was in the vestige of her annoyance and mortification. But now, for the start prison term, she was enjoying the Brassica napus to a greater extent than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not enjoy the penetrating spirit, the masculine foreplay she felt in the tartar as they worked their member in her torso, the heat radiating from these pecker of molestation that were probing her opening, the taste and smell of the third dragon that she was sucking off, and just the look of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more than and more about her unwilling enjoyment, her body was beginning to overheat in sexual euphory. With the third Dragon's cock filling her mouth, Marian gave a muffled sidesplitter as she experienced her third climax, brought on by the five creature raping her at the like clock time. As the heat of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the track of a few mo, she was once again filled with waves of disgust and self-loathing of the delight 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 tack billet. While they took their new positions and each pushed their prick into her now-bleeding cunt and prick, the fifth dragon growled in aggravation. As great as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right-hand hand, it wanted more. Desperate to restrain the creature happy and non-violent, Marian took the third dragon's penis out of her mouth and began stroking it with her right hand. She turned to the fifth dragon and opened her sass, signaling to the wolf that it was his bend. Following the signal, the brute put the head teacher of his cock between her lips and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to proceed him satisfied.

After a minute of blowing the fifth Dragon, the fourth to her left growled, telling her that it now wanted a turn. Taking the fifth flying lizard's putz out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her right paw while she stroked the third with her left. With the third and fifth part dragons occupied, she turned her chief and began sucking on the fourth, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captor. After two moment, another Draco growled. This time it was the third base and he was telling her that he missed the unfitness of her rima oris. Marian switched her left hand to the phallus of the one-fourth dragon and once again began deep-throating the one-third.

From this spot, time seemed to go on in an endless loop. Marian wasn't sure how long she was being molested, but the Dragon only stopped to modify spot so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each second that passed, her organic structure was getting Thomas More and more eat up and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her mouth being wrapped around dragon cock, her weapon system were on fire from the continuous exertion, and she could feel blood streaming down her inner thigh from her profane vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to collapse from enervation, she became the receiver of both a blessing and a curse. As if they all shared one mind and physical structure, the dragons each unleashed his largest and concluding coming, emptying their entire semen reserves. The sum of money being launched from each fleshy fountain allowed Marion to see the"family resemblance"to their father.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and shit that the insistence and expansion distress as much as the physical violation. The volume and amount of the spray in her sassing and pharynx was agitating her throat, making her gag and throw up to the period where semen was dripping from her nose. The streams from the flying dragon she was manually jacking were on par with flooding trough, coating her human face and tit in a thick, viscous level of sensual cum.

The flying dragon all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected seed. Her thigh were coated in line of descent from her mangled vagina and anus, her muscularity felt like hot lead weightiness, and her dignity had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the feeling of penetration and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the Draco was crouched over her body, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whimper, or shed a rip ; she just lied there and tried to focus on the pleasure of the violation and ignore the pain. It was all she could do to get by. On the former side of the heavyweight nest, the early four dragons were feasting on their ballock, but they were also competing with the fly sheet that had been drawn to the olfactory sensation of the giant embryonic seedcase, and the beast that was molesting her had most likely just finished his meal. By the cave issue, the elder flying lizard was phone asleep.

Before, being raped in her scald anus would have caused Marian to holler in pain sensation and cry in ignominy, but now, she just lied there like a deadened body at the script of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain sensation in her rear end and was numb to the sexual trauma. She had accepted her office and welcomed the heartsease of mind that came with it. This was how she would live, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the same way. But with this peacefulness of judgment and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing ravishment, she now had a fortune to believe and devise her thought process.

The first thing that she had rolled over in her mind was the acceptance that self-worth and self-respect could not exist in this situation. These creatures had taken everything from her and she had hit rock-and-roll posterior, so there was no reason to cry in mortification and revulsion. She had hit rock bottom, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought had returned her will to live. If she were to stimulate any opportunity of surviving or escaping, she had to snub pain and shame and just take away it.



Once the dragons all finished their service of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another rape seance, all pouncing on their crippled doxy and fighting over who would get which opening to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when movement was not required and focused on the accepted sexual pleasance she was experiencing. Once the dragons blew their burden and covered her in a thick Elwyn Brooks White hide of jizz, they all curled up in their wings and fell asleep. With that reprieve, she went to work out. After gathering up the best sticks in the nest she could find and braiding the carnal hair into rope, she managed to make a splint for her ankle. If she were to stimulate any hopes of escaping, she would ask her mortise joint to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could locomote around, and praxis moving with only one usable ankle. If she had to lay down a immediate flight, she would need to be able to climb out of that nest without a undivided stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the nest, several sticks were let on underneath her weight. The snapping sounds alerted the quiescence hatchlings, which all gave a loud screech when they saw that their best-loved toy was trying to get away. Marian gave a expletive of wrath and a scream of suffering as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the nest and banging her injure ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a one-half time of day before, the dragons showed no fatigue of vacillation in ganging up and raping her with surpassing brutality. It was as if they were the humans and she were the animate being, and they were disciplining her for trying to result in the like way humanity would condition a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resolve and courage, Marian cried and screamed in bother as the beast violated her with an tempestuous harshness that they had not shown before. By the clip they were done, she was curled in a foetal position, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the vividness and volume as the savage that made a by-line of molesting her, she decided it was a good mind to not push her luck and just try to reclaim from her torture. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a blind drunk ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first matter Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dryness in her pharynx. She barely had any sense of time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at to the lowest degree three daytime. The only when reason she had not died of hungriness was because of the water her stomach had derived from all of sperm cell she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to find something edible. Unfortunately, the nest was completely barren of any human body of intellectual nourishment, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was zip on the spelunk trading floor but grimy carnal pearl and the hatchlings'stool, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nest. She momentarily considered trying to bolt down and eat one of the dragons, but not only did she not have a single opportunity at even being an even compeer, but the vengeance of the early Draco would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the testis sitting around the quiescence dragons. The embryonic seedcase had been almost completely guttle and would probably be finished off in the next portion. They were her only germ of solid food and she had to at to the lowest degree try. Chewing on her lip and trying to keep her bankrupt ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the dragons. Once she reached the mathematical group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatty skin. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even motivate an in, the dragon that the meat belonged to wake up up and pounced, snarling with anger. He knocked Marian back and pinned her pile, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

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



After their nap, the dragons finished devouring the stiff of their embryotic pods, taking away the last edible substance in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch and work their Lester Willis Young brawn, in the form of deeply violent thrusts into her body. Marian had two sexual climax brought on by the brute gang-rape, so she tried to pore on them and the sexual euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a pool of sassy ejaculate, Marian struggled to ignore her hungriness and thirst and fall asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragons. Unless she managed to recover some mannikin of food or water, she would do in away while the dragons would continue to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no signboard of being ready to fly or leave the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a good fortune that they would bend on her.



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

The drained cow was dropped into the nest and the dragons instantly piled on the bleeding torso, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off shred of sum with gusto. Marian crawled over on her hand and knee joint, but was shoved out of the way before she could even extend to the cow. These dragons were the very definition of selfish and territorial reserve. Forced back to the other side of the nest, Marian could do nothing but curse her thirst and thirst. Her pharynx was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her binge and her breadbasket was growling with such intensity that she almost wanted to cannibalise one of her limbs.

To her surprise, the Dragon'appetency seemed to be respective times greater than before. In just under a one-half hour, the Draco were able-bodied to strip the cow's skeleton clean and jerk of every apothecaries' ounce of form. They even snapped the ivory and drained them off the marrow, something that Marian had been hoping she would be capable to do once the dragons fell asleep.

Following their predictable agenda, the Dragon decided to work off the meal through physical exertion, their workout being sexual Assault. With one-half of her head focused on pleasuring her owners, Marian focused the other half of her mind on trying to find a way to get water system and nutrition. Her thoughts were interrupted after a longsighted period of fourth dimension by the surprise that the firedrake still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a half and the animate being were still raping her with the same amphetamine and magnate as when they began.

min passed by slowly with each leaving her more worn out than the last. Marian tried to keep back her effort to only the requirement minimum, hoping she could outlast her teaser, as they were the unity truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless try, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too bore to move, Marian lied on her belly as limp as a ragdoll, with her body being jerked by the undiscouraged thrusts of the Draco, now being forced to take tour instead of all ganging up on her.

After two 60 minutes, the dragons finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her rest, the jizz they poured down her pharynx managed to quench her hungriness. With their militia now spent, the dragons commenced with the adjacent step of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recover. The dragons had not been that brutal since she tried to escape, and the torture had gone on for so foresighted that she thought they were actually going to ravish her to death. She couldn't even move her legs because her vagina and anus were so wound and charge, the little break would send bolts of crippling pain crawling through her body, but the pain in the neck in her eubstance was still lupus erythematosus than her crave and her hunger.

She could only don that it was the fourth day, and save for several gulps of flying lizard seed, she had been deprived of all liquids. Someone exposed to to a lesser extent would be absolutely from dehydration, and she knew her dried-out torso was now at end's door. If she could just witness some food for thought or piddle, she could carry on on, instead of just relying of semen to extinguish her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

Using her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried seminal fluid off of her au naturel body, forming a down of white crust and thick slime on her palm. She stared at the disgusting stack, trying to strengthen her resolve. The dragon sperm had no food, but there was water in it and she could use it to fill her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to find shame or disgust, Marian closed her eyes and scooped the integrate semen of the five dragons into her sass. While the beast had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen clip, she gagged and almost vomited from the appreciation and consistency of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not exist without it, she suppressed her gag innate reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual delight, the great tactile sensation of all the wet and dry spermatozoon landing in her tummy was incredible. The mass now residing her belly strengthened her appetence and she was hungry for more. With new intensity, she began peeling the dried cum off of her naked organic structure and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her willpower to dismiss the rancid salty predilection.

Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to wallow in for the fast several years. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her mouthpiece, her hunger was More and more extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every flake and clump she could find, she laid back with her hired man on her mostly-full stomach. She hadn't felt this adept in this cave since her first orgasm, but while her thirst was mostly gone, she wasn't full and she was still very thirsty. As much as she hated herself for it, she was despairing for more semen 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 rejuvenate their second-stringer. But there was still one Sir Thomas More possible source…

Trying to spend a penny as little racket as potential and not alert the sleeping hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the bound of the nuzzle. The senior dragon had just returned from defecating external and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be prideful or dignified, Marian tried to cypher out how to entice the flying dragon.

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

The animal that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now queer. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her lingua and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool itself. The Draco stared at her tongue, remembering how diffuse her oral fissure was and how prissy it felt. As he remembered violating her, the dragon's cock revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as large and hard as a Tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her lingua, signaling to the elder flying lizard that she wanted it.

The giant dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect shaft and resting it on the edge of the nest, right in movement of Marian. As she remembered, the head of the dragon's dick was as bombastic as her own skull and the musky olfactory modality was far more potent than the genital smell of the younglings. This was the simply way she could get something to allay her thirstiness, and she would possess to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her arms around the flying dragon's headland and began running her tongue in the snatch on the very tip, which was as large as a sword slash. The build was so hot that she felt like her mouth were becoming chapped and her tongue burned, and she could barely breath the odor that seemed to waft from the brute's penis.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to fulfill the puppet. Hugging the head of the tartar's cock and holding her breathing place, Marian completely buried her face in the dent, kissing it as if it were the typeface of her buff and slobbering the Interior Department with her lingua, pleasuring her dragon owner to her best ability. When the Dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her efforts, working hard to milk the dragon for every drop of cum. Knowing that it was about to blurt, Marian closed her eyes and opened her mouth as broad as possible, lusting for a extinguishing drink.

The Draco's sexual climax was much larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the effect and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of semen and managed to swallow more than a dry pint. While her hunger was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to bat the slit while she rubbed the headspring with her subdivision, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a twisted sort of delight and satisfaction in the feeling of being sprayed with more ejaculate. The dragon pulled away with his shaft quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

prevarication in the nest, Marian scraped the dragon's cum off of her naked body and slurped it off her digit with sapidity. Her stomach was full and she was no farsighted thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At world-class she thought some theatrical role of her mind was just telling her to scavenge herself off, but this intellection was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other bridge player and rubbing the flying lizard's cum into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and scream as the dragons raped her or ejaculated into or on her body, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless silence as she let them use her organic structure however they wanted, then she gained enough self-assurance to hope that she could achieve her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to stay awake. Now here she was, savoring the Draco's cum like it was a treat and stroking the offend lips of her cunt in sexual euphory. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many things that she hated about this billet : she wished she could be given clip to heal, she wished she could have some real food and water, she wished she could tell her family she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able 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 problems, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the passion and taste of the dragons'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the same time like a bawd, she was enjoying the feeling of the firedrake tool being driven deep into her body so hard and fast that she could do nothing but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the eternal sitting of gang-rape brought on. At first off she had hated it so much that she prayed for dying, now she couldn't get enough violation.

Like the coming back of her will to live, this acceptation gave her incredible peacefulness of mind. At the cost of her dignity and many comforts, this was actually making her glad. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to savour this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smile since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to stir from their nap. On cue, the elder dragon returned with a dead elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his son a filling meal. As the flying dragon tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to impact herself, working her fingerbreadth between the legs as she waited for the flying dragon to eat up eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in turn could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the pith from the elk skeleton in the cupboard, she got on her human knee with her face against the storey of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her hand to circularize her ass cheeks and reveal her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so prospicient and so many times.

"ejaculate on tike, 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 vicious incursion and she knew the flying lizard couldn't understand her, she found herself whispering for them to work harder and faster, and begging them to"atomiser her ”.

As if sensing her alteration in mood and view, the tartar seemed to change their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming post over parts of her body or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their family member, or even their compeer, but they did appear to be cognisant that she was a endure thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The sitting ended with Marian using her hands to stroke the dragons to culminate with her mouth loose, hungrily catching the jets of sperm. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drib of cum and licking up every drop that missed her lips and waiting tongue. With the Draco spent and her own physical motivation fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the Draco fed on a duo of sheep, though her patience was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the animate being. One of the dragons was close to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her paw and genu, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody fiesta and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to snarl and roar at her cheekiness, but became understood when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a full erection, and grinded her twat against the spear 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 intimate organ into her wet cunt.

Behind her, another flying dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the for the first time dragon and got onto her hands and genu, letting the second flying lizard penetrate her from tail while she began orally pleasuring the first gear, who was finishing his meal. For the second time, the Draco's repast was interrupted, this sentence by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first off jet of seminal fluid, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop curtain. Her centre then rolled up into her head and she purred in arousal as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple jet of ejaculate into her organic structure. She reached back and began rubbing her pussycat while the Draco tried to recover his erecting. By the sentence he was ready for Round Two, the residual of the flying lizard had finished feeding and were ready to devastate her.

After the Dragon took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to to begin with academic term : This time, they were more careful with their front and how they treated her. They became mindful of her wounded ankle joint and did their best to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to keep open their claw from touching her. Their thrusts, which were normally fasting and mighty, were now slow and gentle, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to debar agitating the bleb, bruises, and tears in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to ache her, they didn't want her to be feel pain, and this was something that warmed her heart and she was very thankful for.



Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the nest, watching the Dragon with a smiling on her brass. Their muscular tissue were finally hard enough for them to do more than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally abuse out of the nestle and play. The dragon were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a litter of puppy chasing each other in a theatre of operations, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual alteration in their skeleton in the closet. She could order their many flaccid bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like strength. 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 wing now, Marian was laughing with a fond smile on her boldness as she watched the hatchlings swordplay. She was shaken from her dream-like shock by the wing beats of the father firedrake, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two moo-cow, one for itself and the other for the younglings. The child firedrake quickly jumped back into the nuzzle and began whining as their sire approached, begging for the slain steer. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the fragile wince from the pain in her ankle. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a busted mortise joint had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able to put weighting on it if she were desperate enough…

As the Draco feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the dirt out from under her nails. She would sell her soul for a chance to bathe. About to start working on her correctly finger's breadth, Marian's attention was taken by the approach of one of the Draco. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her aid to the airstrip of second joint muscleman hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his drumhead and dropped the meat on her lap. The puppet had just shared his food, giving her more than a dog pound of inwardness. While the dragon turned away to return to the main carcass, Marian stared at the fucking strip of muscular tissue. Slowly, a tear rolled down her boldness and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a dieting consisting entirely of semen, this was a blessing. She picked up the strip and quickly displume into it like a feral brute, digging into the tough sinew fibers while the line of descent rolled down her chin. As she ate, crying of relief poured from her centre, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something solid with so much smack ( instead of the cum that the dragon would shoot down her throat ) and the fact that these creatures had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a massive modification in the dragons'demeanour. With the first change, they were lupus erythematosus cruel and emphatic. With the second variety, they were very careful with their movements and worked arduous to avoid causing her pain. With the third change, they were actually quite warm, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took twist, each working their cocks inside her with slow but abstruse strokes. Their motion and thrusts could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their paws on her side to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their implements of war tightly around her and holding her while they were intimate, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how much they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless wildcat that violated her with a certain ruthlessness, but now they were being blue-blooded and kind. She actually felt like the Dragon were being worked up, and each tartar that she was knowledgeable with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a bend, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the same fourth dimension, finally fulfilling her new sexual desires. Even now, she saw a significant change in their behavior. The Draco sodomizing her from can had his arms wrapped around her shank, the Draco that she was riding had his hands on her chest and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exercise herself, and the three dragon that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to bear on their hind wooden leg instead of putting their weight on her. She could feel their forethought with each thrust and ejaculation.



Two hours and Sir Thomas More than half a dozen orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the level of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of semen that the flying dragon had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like lead weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her middle, waiting for sleep to come, but she was shaken by the impression of the dragons all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could desire another act, she was sure she had drained them of every drop of ejaculate. She opened her oculus and looked around, unable to trust what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to sleep with her and be with her, not just take bit having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to catch some Z's, Marian laid her head teacher back and just stared at the cavern ceiling, trying to process the event.



Marian was awoken from her ungratified sopor by a deafening crack of hell dust outside. It was the midsection of the dark and flashes of brightness illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as forte as the skag was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. Small rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entree like a waterfall. Another quip of thunder split the roar of the pouring pelting, and while Marian wanted to cover her ears from the painful book, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The rain was so loud, yet the dragons didn't seem to hear a unmarried free fall or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a rupture sprig. Before she could even gasp, an escape programme had already formed in Marian's brain. If she were to move quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nest and the rain international would treat the sound of any stop stick. However, if she were caught, the dragons would likely be furious. All the combine she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be deadly. But on the other paw, this was probably her but chance to scarper and she could not envisage a safe one happening.

At last, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to awaken the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their grip. With every breath she took as wobbly as a leaf in the breeze and seemingly as garish as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the flying lizard, working as hard as possible not to rock the nest. She did not bother praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each second felt like an minute as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nuzzle. She picked each point of contact with only the most uppermost focus, putting her weight only on the thickest sticks and where the ends of the twigs met, trying to break as few possible.

As expected, there were far more forte pushover than she wanted, and every second, Marian fully expected one of the flying dragon to come alive up and maze. She gave a sigh of alleviation when she got her full body up onto the very border of the cuddle. Holding her breath, she began the slow down mounting down the outside. This was far more hard, as she had to function the nuzzle like a ladder and her full soundbox exercising weight was pulling down on the ramification. With her unharmed body shaking and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three ft from the cave floor, her core stopped as she felt the outgrowth in her helping hand break free of the nest. Giving a mute belly laugh and waving her weapon, Marian fell down onto the cavern base in a terrible landing place while the branch gave a gimcrack snap.

Lying on the ground and waiting for the dragons to bolt out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in bother from the jarring go to the skull and all the slit that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard zilch from the nuzzle and the elder firedrake hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her foundation and began limping towards the cave entrance. She slowed her footstep and held her breath as she passed by the elder flying dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With tears of joy streaming down her font, Marian stepped out into the rainfall and let the urine lave away daytime of grime, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her hide with her hands, trying to wash away away the ignominy she been forced to endure. The soil around her was covered in raunchy oil from all the crud being scraped off her body. Once she was sure she was clear, she looked up and opened her oral fissure, letting the tumid waterfall running down the cave entry pour into her mouth. For several minutes, she chugged the water pouring off the stone, so thankful to consume clean water to drink instead of the Dragon'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued boozing, trying to lave as very much salt out of her soundbox as possible.

Finally, she was forced to cease imbibition, and retreat down the mountain, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purge"her body of all the salt that had built up in her scheme, Marian collapsed to the ground a hundred substructure from the cave entranceway, weeping in happiness. She was finally devoid, she could finally allow. Her bust then stopped, as the question appeared in her head of whether she really should leave. She had mulled over this question back in the nest, but that was when she was weighing the risk of infection of just attempting to escape, and she had never thought beyond if she should allow for once she got this far. She didn't even know where this interrogation had come from, but she could not barricade thinking it over. This head would not leave her judgement 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 animate being'sex slave. But while she had been raped more sentence than she could count and had experienced more terror, nuisance, and pity at the bridge player of these animal than ever in her life, she had come to delight the feelings of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasm she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be capable to face them ? Would her family even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and More than willing ) to do ? And would she ever have a hazard of getting married ? Would any man touch her after her orifice had been turned into giant craters by fiendish ogre ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get home safely ? These lands were filled with the lawless, and what opportunity did a naked adolescent girl who could only limp have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a place that made this flying lizard cave look like a monastery. She wanted to get out so badly, but just as very much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasance and delectation in animation with these mere beasts. And after what she had felt in those flying lizard'hearts… she did not lie with if she could walk away from the intuitive feeling they felt for her… or the feeling she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a bass and shiver 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 composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elder Draco. Climbing into the cuddle, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragon and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a lowly but strong smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nest alone, but the dragons had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to wonder if her actualisation death nighttime had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and chest, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the grease and dried ejaculate that accumulated over the daylight. The only way she could get pick is if she had washed herself with water system. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptation had been real ; she had escaped the firedrake'nuzzle and decided to amount back of her own spare will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved ones. Rape and sexual assault had now become affair and joy, something that originally made her cry in nuisance but now made her purr in rousing and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to dread from her new home, Marian got up and stretched. With a smile on her aspect, she climbed up onto the edge of the nest and began to scale down the face. As she climbed down the outside of the nuzzle, the 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 undermine story and approached her nest-mates. With each dance step she took, the dragons became less and less strain, sitting with their behind wagging like excited Canis familiaris. She reached the closest Dragon and crouched down in movement of him, running her mitt along the side of his font and looking into his aureate eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her lips against the front of the flying lizard's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast remainder in the size and shapes of their mouths, but he quickly began to understand how to act. Marian flicked her knife between the dragon's back talk ( while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth ) and the flying lizard replied by sending his long fork-like clapper into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the puppet to a full throb erection.

watching Marian kiss and stroke their brother, the former dragons became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten moment, one of them got impatient and crawled over, sitting down on the solid ground and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

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

The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his head in embarrassment. All of the flying lizard were awestruck in how the mesa had turned. When they first came into the domain, Marian's body was just an objective that they used to release their sexual impulse and practice session with their muscularity, something they would assault and violate for their exercise 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 first dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the chin, she got him to raise his point and flavor at her."Aw, my sweet baby. Don't worry, I'll take upkeep of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, days turned into weeks and workweek turned into months, with Marian raising the 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 better distinguish them, and the more than prison term she spent with them, the more she was capable to see the subtle forcible deviation between each creature and tell them apart.

Every day, she would inflame up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awake, and then plug every orifice in her consistency with their cocks until she had a screaming coming and they coated her in seed. By the meter they were done, the elderberry bush dragon would generate with a slain animal that Marian would feed on with the same intensity as her dragon family, and after they had eaten, they would all have it off her at once with her begging them to lick her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On days when they were more energetic than horny, the Dragon would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each former while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle joint had healed, she would often climb up out of the nest and connect them, while being measured not to get her naked consistence scratched and bruised on the roughly cave trading floor and their hardening scurf.

During multiplication when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would rise out of the nest and pleasure the elder dragon. She would bury her face in the slit of the jumbo beast's cock, using her glossa to force the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would swallow as much as she could and then roll in the pool of semen, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the dragon, the to a greater extent she noticed their ontogenesis rate. When they had first hatched, the firedrake were the size of woman chaser with greatly disproportionately sexual organs. Now, mid summer, they were the size of it of adult men, with their penis having only grown four column inch. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long hammer that she thought they were going to split her in half. They were so big that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new sizing and bulk, the elder Dragon began playing a full-grown role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entryway to guard the nest and only left to save himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the forest on the mountainside, teaching them to hound for themselves and making sure they got plenty of physical exertion. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the forest in the search of water. Even though the flying dragon were sharing their food with her, thus letting her replace semen with animal blood as her reservoir of hydration, she wanted something to slake her hungriness that wasn't thick and salty. While the dragons would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the small current nearby and drinking until she couldn't crapulence anymore.



It was a warm summertime afternoon and Marian was walking through the timberland, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of thick-skulled spattering and chewing caught her aid, drawing her to a tread down bush. She pushed the shrub aside and found on of the dragons with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The Dragon looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the smile on her face.

"Syris ! Your first killing ! I'm so majestic of you !"she beamed, calling the Draco by his name.

The Dragon wagged his rear even harder and continued tearing into the organs of his prey. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his low killing, a view entered her nous that made her looking up at the sky. Right now it was nice and warm, but only because it was summertime. Soon, winter would put up its ugly head and there was no way Marian would be able to hold up the way she was : nude and without a way to make flack. She had to get something to retain her warm or else she would freeze to death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the massive golf hole the firedrake had opened up in the dresser. Once she pulled up a boastfully flap, she patted it with her script and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the firedrake would understand her words, but she was hoping he would at least get the content. To her lot, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to continue peeling off the skin while he hate. Without any experience or creature, it was incredibly difficult and her alone direction was common sense and the stories her erstwhile brother used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple tears, she finally managed to root for off the bloody hide, mostly intact. With a smile of pridefulness, she leaned down and thank Syris with an affectionate osculation on the lips.

After taking a slip of thigh meat off of the elk and with the pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to find the other Dragon and see if she could get the pelts off their putting to death. As she walked though the wood, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few months ago, she was the appendage of a agrarian family, working with her parents to raise and blame grapes for making wine-coloured. Then she was captured and turned into a Brassica napus victim for cruel brute. next she became a hardened survivor, unforced to overspread her legs for her capturer and live solely on cum to rest alive. Now, she was walking naked through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood with an fleshly pelt over her shoulder and chewing on a raw strip of meat with the blood dripping off her chin and running down her full bosom. She was living in a nest with Draco, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect putz. She had gone from being a farmer to being a bestiality sex-addict that was living more like an animal than a human.

And this life-style made her truly happy.



Marian was able to find the rest of the Draco by calling out their name calling : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot grape, Ashford, and the elder firedrake, bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and Bourne were able to beguile some more elk and Marian found them in time to salvage the skin. She would require many to a greater extent if she was to survive winter, but at least she had enough for more prosperous bedding.



After two workweek, Marian was able get more than 30 animal fur 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 prevent her to a greater extent than ardent when outside once winter came, and turned the residual into a furry burrow that she could lie in and stay perfectly comfy, no matter how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the Draco snuggled up against her to save her warm.



Marian woke up on the first gear day of fall and found that the cave was empty. She looked around, wondering if Bourne and her nest-mates had gone out into the forest to run. She was disappointed by her lonesomeness, because either she would wake up the dragon by stroking them or sucking them to full erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

Her bitter thoughts were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it bourn ? The question was answered by six tacky clank outside and the arrival of the dragons, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

With a smile and weeping of pride on her look, she climbed out of the nest and ran over to them."You just flew ! You all flew !"she squealed, running her hands over their scaly bodies once she reached them.

Over the six months since they hatched, the dragons had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so a great deal like their sire. The home base, which had originally been subdued and pink, now looked like ruby cow chip and were as intemperate, their stubby claws and fangs were as hard and sharp as dagger, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

"My confection boys, I love you and am so gallant of you,"she said tenderly.

The Pres Young dragons all lowered their heads and she gave each of them a hanker and passionate candy kiss on the lips, flitting her tongue between the pourboire of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to pay back them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knees, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized penis. Licking her lips, she took the head in her back talk ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her clapper in the dent, making the dragon thrill in pleasure. The residuum of the flying dragon waited anxiously for Marian to break them permission to penetrate her.

After respective sec of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the titan winged lounge lizard."cum on back to the nestle and I'll appearance you just how gallant of you I am."

She then walked back to the snuggle, climbed up onto the edge, and bent grass over with her fleshly hide britches around her mortise joint to show her pussy and asshole."semen on boy, I'm waiting."

She lowered herself into the nest with the Draco jump in after her.



wintertime hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of animal hide, Marian had a laborious metre staying warmly. Sensing her exposure to the low temperature, the dragons became superfluous protective of her, even bourn. When they left to go hunting or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the night, the jumbo elder dragon would lie down by the nest and use one of his giant flank 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 dragons gangbanged Marian all at once over two thousand fourth dimension, each of which made her moan at the top of her lungs in sexual euphoria.



Marian awoke in the nest by herself on beautiful sunrise in later spring, the day after the annual anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to find a hint of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to hound, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the dragons needed more and more food. Wondering when they would descend back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the Sir Henry Wood. Wearing her sensual pelt outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprise. The flying dragon had purged the Land of all large animals and were always traveling farther and farther in search of food. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her procedure. After going for a stroll around the Wood and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nuzzle to wait for her winged fan.

Dozing for the eternal rest of the day and had a ungratified quietus during the night, but woke up the next morning to happen herself still alone. She tried to separate herself that they were probably just having a backbreaking time finding nutrient, but her psyche was filled with worry. After spending the day drinking water and collecting wild plant life and nuts to eat, she returned to the nestle and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep shiver of trouble in her mettle, but she worked with every fiber in her being to crush it.

After another day of scavenging for intellectual nourishment, Marian spent most of the night lying on her back in the empty nest, staring at the cavern ceiling. As the moon reached its high tip 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 souvenir of her early life, even though she had lost her trust in God. She couldn't commend the end time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.

"God, you did not suffice my plea when I was first captured, but please, help me. institute them back, Lord, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the showtime time in a hanker time.



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

It had been a year since the flying lizard had hatched and it was now bring in that they had left the nuzzle for lives of their own. They were no yearner 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 come, but she had hoped that she would suffer to a greater extent clock time or that maybe that they would hold her with them, though there was as piddling probability of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

The Dragon leaving to start new lifespan on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could have said goodbye to her children.



One yr later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing bed sheet in a piddle barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the tartar were not going to return, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to human society. It had taken her prison term to get reacquainted with human being liveliness 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 like 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 first kinsperson and left butt by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her granger sprightliness.

It was hard for her to stay pore on her tasks, as not a ace moment passed by where she didn't think about the dragons she had come to know and do it. Ever since coming back to human gild, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual rush she had experienced time and time again in the firedrake nest. She had tried having one-night flings with the men of the townsfolk, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barn and stables on multiple occasion to pleasure the horses and shit, but nothing gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumors of Dragon that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news show of her former family. All she heard was the irksome expected : oxen and Equus caballus being killed and women being told to keep open their hair short so as not to draw tending and be taken away. It was for this reason that Marian allowed her hair to rise as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the damp canvas, she heard a disturbance that made her drop her basket and gasp. It was a holler, one that she would never err even if she were deaf. respective scream could be heard in the background, but the tangle of a firedrake drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the mirky road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the source of the disruption. People screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the steer of red wings.

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

Turning a quoin, Marian got a good smell at the beast and gasped. Even after a year of growth and modification, she recognized the scale radiation pattern and bone structure of the Draco as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his beginner, the creature was in the street, wrecking unwilled havoc. With his hand-like manus, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the crowds of hoi polloi that had come to see the hoo-hah or had not yet fled. Snorting in annoyance over the curtness of their hair, he would knock off them and they would run away screaming. With his fag end and flank, he kept at bay soldiers and Farmer, slowly inching towards him with weapons and tools.

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

The dragon stared straight at her and his tail and wings hung hobble. With bust of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of hoi polloi, and came out in the spread blank space to face the dragon. The scarlet behemoth lowered his forefront, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectator pump stared in arrant disbelief.

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

The dragon then extended his forked lingua and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the same way she used to suck his rooster. masses stared in horror at the mickle until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

"Ugh, I can't evidence you how a good deal I missed this,"she groaned in rousing with a ribbon of saliva hanging from her lip.

She then looked down and gained a coy smiling. The onlookers gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his cock to reveal itself. Like Bourne, Pinot's erect prick was now the size of a tree diagram 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 head with her knife, causing many looker-on to curse, scream, and faint. For almost a moment, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the forefront of his cock with her knife. At last, the flying dragon had a gushing climax, spraying Marian's fount and dress with more than two gallons of come, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlookers that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the dragon and began brushing her haircloth with her digit."I'm sure you have tiddler of your own now, you must induce found a partner to lay mess of orchis. Here, take my tomentum to line your draw close, and withdraw me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to dwell here anymore. I want to subsist with you and make love the fry of my children."

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





The End




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