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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only tardily spring in the English countryside. The ground was wax of lifetime, for it had been five age since the end of the Black pestis. All across Europe, farmers who had originally been tike under their barons were now free to claim land for their own and live without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low population and succulent tilled land bringing about new life and new generations, there was a groovy holy terror 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 unseasoned, the beast had reached full maturity in both experience and strength. The dragon's torso alone was the size of six horses, with the increase of his retentive neck and bum more than tripling his overall length. His arm were recollective and powerful enough to pink aside houses with a ace sweep oar and each wing could be used as a king's pavilion. Each red exfoliation was the size of it of a human hand, his golden centre were as prominent as melons with black slits for pupils, and his jaws could crack up even the largest dogshit and then split it in one-half with mere bite-force.

The dragon's form could be considered a combination of respective different animals'characteristics. As expected, its skeleton was much like former lizards ( Iguana iguana and Komodo dragons ) though it also had a large limb-to-body duration ratio, much like a canine. Its most striking skeletal feature was the human-like device characteristic, allowing for very salient flexibility and the ability to take very specific poses if it desired.

down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisle of grape vine was the farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a full basket hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the pride of her family, a young woman with long blonde tomentum and a beauty that was equaled only by the greatest cathedrals. She was eighteen years old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her mind was the case of the blacksmith's son she had met the old year when her category went to the nearby hamlet to trade their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to fill her as his bride and that the grape vine in her basket would become the wine that they would drink on their wedding day.

As she approached her category's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped shadow. She looked up and all the colouring material was drained from her boldness and the breath from her lungs. The tartar had spotted her with centre keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair would get to hone lining for the fauna's cuddle. Marian was able-bodied to give up a single frightened screech as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized finger around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any hurt. For the second time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the dragon pulled back up into the air, making her body feel like its system of weights had been multiplied.

"Father ! Mother !"she tearfully cried as her parents ran out of the farmhouse, just in clock time to see their daughter carried away in the dragon's clutches.

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing ALT, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's muscular finger's breadth, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his prey's effort to get away, the snarling tartar reached down with its long cervix and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few feet from her head. Marian's trunk went rigid in unparalleled affright as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized tooth and smelled the perfume of blood on its breath. With tears streaming down her side, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her cervix and began to pray, begging God for some bit of protective cover against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the reason with painful force, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible aspiration, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a wide cave, large enough for the dragon to actuate around in. Due to the size and the lack of any soil in the primer or bulwark, Marian figured that the cave resided in the position of a mountain. The creature itself was blocking the expiration, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five eggs that were the size of her family's wine barrels. Unlike raspberry or lizard eggs, the eggs of the Draco were made of flesh and pervade with pulsing veins, as if the eggs had their own hearts. The womb-like ballock of the dragons served a unique purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female person at a much smaller and more manageable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were large and strong enough to break resign and live outside.

The storey was laden with skeletons of everything from gnawer to livestock, with the hair of animals like buck and sheep having been cut away to line the cuddle. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the underframe of another Draco of touch size, obviously the other parent of the ball, though she could not evidence if it had been a male person or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in reverence as the dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paws, the flying dragon knocked her off her feet and pinned her go through, as easily as if she had been a blade of dope. Crying in concern, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the brawny creature reached towards her head with his other paw and one of its long chela extended. She doubled her efforts as the sword-like talon hung just a few in above her face, but released a sigh of fill-in 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 stone ground as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The Draco then picked up the tenacious locks of blonde hair that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back base and used it to line his snuggle. With the beast having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a tangle of annoyance but niggling boilers suit elbow grease, the flying dragon reached out with his ass and knocked her backbone to the ground. Marian cried in thwarting as the Dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The creature hadn't just taken her for her hair ; he was hungry as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercifulness as the Dragon reached down and sniffed her wearing apparel while wetting his sharp fang with his foresighted bifurcate tongue. Every bass inhale through his nostrils felt potent enough to lift her off the ground. Without a incertitude, there was cipher she could do to resist the creature ; it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in awe as the firedrake clamped his brim around a fluttering of her garb and ripped it away. Without hesitancy, he repeated the activeness, tearing off her undergarments. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the frigidity ground underneath this powerful savage. She couldn't even describe how helpless and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly lips and nose pushed against her private expanse while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the flavor of inhuman stone against her back and hind end and the Draco's hot wet breath against her chest, stomach, and second joint. The only thing still on her body was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the courage to dig it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whine as the flying lizard ran the two long tendrils of its forked tongue up her flat stomach and between her unit of ammunition titty. The natural language against her skin felt like a mix of a giant lick and a sloughy cartoon strip of undercooked beef cattle crawling up her body. The incapacitated young charwoman again began to implore. Now that the flying dragon had tasted her, he would most probable commence to eat her. Any second now, she would scream in pain in the neck as the dragon's razor-sharp teeth or pincer would deplumate through her like a tongue through one of her farm's grapes. But instead, she just felt the dragon's tongue again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her hide and her fear-induced sweat, the dragon could taste something delicious. After years of bread and butter on a vineyard and basically being raised on wine, the taste of turn grapevine juice was basically wafting from her pore, and the dragon found it absolutely delectable. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, unable to stop the dragon from licking her consistency. 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 flying dragon's clapper and there was cipher she could do to terminate the molestation.

She shook her head word from side to side in fear and disgust as the flying dragon wrapped the tendrils of his forked glossa around her flabby neck, but it was too late, the beast had already caught the smell and gustatory modality of wine on her breath. Before she could react, the tartar forced one of his glossa tendrils into her mouthpiece. 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 pitchfork tongue was the sizing of a tiddler's arm and the dragon was forcing it recondite and deeper into her mouth as it savored the mouthful and smell of wine on her breath.

Marian's center rolled back into her headland and her whole body convulsed as the end of the dragon's spit was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the back of her pharynx. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the former tendril continued to thrash her body, slathering her full chest and rubbing her stomach. Finally, the flying dragon pulled its lingua free. Marian lay hobble with her centre still rolled up into her headland and her lip hanging afford, with the Dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his spit and pelting her lips. The dragon had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so pleasant-tasting as much as it was… arousing.

The odour that the dragon had caught was the internal secretion of Marian's adolescent body. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touch and was energizing her internal secretion. The flying dragon was sensing these hormone and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the gustation of wine in her consistence, but for the insatiate sexual desire building up in within him. The dragon reached down, bringing his tongue to the piazza that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely untouched snatch with his sopping wet knife, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and scream in surprisal and fright. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy animal doing it made her honk to her stomach.

The natural language tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to enroll her. Desperate to avoid the ugly fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the tartar's tongue, desperately trying to crusade it back. The Dragon growled at her assay rejection and pressed on her consistence with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her unable to move.

Crying in veneration and chagrin, she once again began praying to God for protective cover and begging the dragon for clemency. The dragon pressed harder against her cunt and the tip of his tongue managed to fan out the backtalk. 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 Virgo eubstance. The young victim couldn't believe the filling sensation coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would divide her in half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood.

The knife stopped and Marian fell silent as she felt it pass on some sort of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrified than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and tears, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please stop, please don't rape me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to continue one rag of her dignity.

Her Word of God meant nothing to the dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his glossa tendril all the way into her puss, rupturing her hymen without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in excruciation. Upon tasting her lineage, the dragon became more activated. Flexing his tongue within her smashed trunk, the dragon moved back and Forth to savor the taste of her hormones and blood. Sobbing in pain and chagrin, Marian could do nix to end the dragon as he raped her with little Thomas More than a single tendril of his pitchfork tongue.

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

Afraid of the dragon's log-sized genus Phallus and still in pain from the creature's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't stop herself from screaming, greatly annoying the Draco. Wanting to silence her shrill vociferation of desperation and sample More of the wine on her hint, the firedrake forced his other clapper tendril into her mouth. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her pussycat and throat at the same time, Marian could do nix by silently pray as tears of pain and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the flying lizard pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of tastes. Before Marian could even catch her hint, the dragon forced his natural language tendrils back into her eubstance, but switched. With Marian's saliva being combine with the firedrake's in her cunt as he rammed her and the appreciation of her juice being forced in her sass, the young woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each second passage at a rate resembling an minute, Marian wasn't sure how recollective it was before the Dragon natural language was finally pulled out of her trunk. Even with the skin around her eyes burning from the salt of so many tears, she cried with relief, believing her worrying to be over. Her jaw was aching from the tartar's natural language filling her sassing, her pharynx felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her slit was stretched all-embracing from continuous violation, not to remark bloody and swollen from the brutal deflowering.

Her eyes widened in confusion as the tartar flipped her over onto her genu and elbows. After sampling the girl'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 female parent of his unborn younglings. The dragon wanted to continue sampling the body before him, regardless of the species or method. Marian shivered in fearfulness and disgust as she felt the firedrake's hot wet breath fan her erect end inner thighs.

"Please stop, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's clapper tendrils press against her beat-up kitty and the other against her anus.

With more strength in his glossa than in Marian's completely consistency, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling scream of bother from her asshole and pussy getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her unsound nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so often annoyance, so a lot abasement, and so very much helplessness in her life.

As the dragon began moving both halves of his clapper in and out of her consistency, Marian's sore screeching continued on, increasing in volume as the dragon's drive increased in speed and brutality. The tendrils in her consistency were so vauntingly and powerful, Marion felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would give one powerful thrust 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 want to spread her stage in an attempt to subside the painfulness and the feeling of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her feel sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the dragon to be set liberate and outflow, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way possible by an animate being, she couldn't imagine ever being able to overcome the painful sensation and humiliation. If she were to somehow escape, she didn't know how she could possibly face her family, face a potential hubby, and boldness herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to enjoy it. Looking past the botheration, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing assault of her body and soul… she could also palpate waves of pleasure being forced through her aching frame. While her entire pelvic region was almost crying out for relief and clemency, Marian could not cease herself from pushing back against the wight's spit.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and Forth River against the flying lizard's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the use she was experiencing, even at the price of her self-respect and the pain in the neck threatening to rip her in half like a stock split fruit. She continued pushing against the dragon's clapper, beginning to relish the brawny shoves against every sensitive fleck in her pussy and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and forth in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the firedrake began working the two tendrils in number, thrusting one into her pussycat and pulling out while driving the other into her asshole, and her mother fucker of painful sensation and torture were replaced by tearful moans of shameful euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to reach herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole world was turned upside down as earthshaking wafture of heat and pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her life as the dragon's natural language seemed to fulfill her pussy and asshole with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the dragon fully retracted his natural language, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her slit and anus hotter and surfactant than the creature's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the actualization that this kidnapping monster had just given her the first coming of her life history, something she had only heard the women of the settlement near her domicile gossip about.

Once again, the Draco flipped her over, rolling her onto her back. Still panting like a dog in the twelve noon heat, Marian looked up and her eyes widened in care. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect penis right over her, like the giant star independent traverse of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's jet earth that the flying lizard would be capable to put that matter in her, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted fish and killing her. The dragon knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the animation of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his sexual desires, the dragon lowered his cock down onto her eubstance, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in ignominy and disgust as the behemoth penis pressed down on her like a fallen tree diagram, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a commodity look at an beast's ( or human's ) intimate organ, let alone touched one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as magnanimous as her solid consistence. She could feel the flying lizard's heartbeats through the foresightful veins pulsing against her naked torso, the musky smell that seemed to imbue the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so vivid that she felt like her off-white were going to be crushed, and the dragon's flesh was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The dragon's sexual electric organ was grinding against her helpless naked body, rubbing against every exposed inch of skin on her formerly Virgo frame. Her only when resistance came in the form of her keeping her eyes and mouth screwed shut as the head of the dragon's dick prodded her fount, literally the size of her own question. As he prodded her cheek again and again, Marian tried to discount the salty, musky tone and the stickiness and incredible heating system of the flesh against her skin.

With a growl of annoyance, the Draco pressed his bridge player against her sides, forcing her to wrap her limb 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 contented. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the monolithic shaft as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential alluvion, clinging to a tree for dear life.

The dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail eubstance with deep powerful shoves. Her whole soundbox was shaking with each tremor that passed through the powerful muscles in the beast's organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the head of the firedrake's cock rubbing against her suave brass, she could not ignore her look of arousal and the heating system construction between her legs as the creature's shaft rubbed up against the swollen lips of her pussy.

Hoping that she had appeased the creature, Marian shuddered in fear as the dragon growled and snapped his jaws from restlessness. She looked up and the dragon began reaching out with his tongue, licking the air repeatedly. Marian whimpered when she realized that the Draco was showing her what he wanted her to do : he wanted the balminess of her mouth.

With yet another level of tears coating her grimace, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The dragon pressed the very tip of the headspring of his cock against her tongue, and the Whitney Young sex slave had to fight back the impulse to vomit from horror of the act and the disgust salinity and stickiness of the hot flesh. The musty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her spirit so that she wouldn't have to preserve such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The flying dragon resumed his poke, grinding his throbbing stopcock against her tiny soundbox while Marian tearfully licked the heavyweight principal with her small clapper, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human concubine. As she worked her tongue in the slit of the chief and slathered the surrounding skin, the Dragon trembled and grunted from the sonant wetness against his most spiritualist area. Her mouth and tongue felt so thoroughly, the firedrake actually wished for a smaller member so that he could at to the lowest degree put the unanimous capitulum 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 flying dragon in disarray, a flood of semen erupted from the point of his cock. The undulation of flannel muck covered her face and shortstop whisker, filled up her mouth, and poured down her throat. With Marian gagging on the semen, the dragon raised his body, spraying her entire body.

rolling on her side in a pool of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of seminal fluid, vomiting in revulsion. More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her life, she curled up in a fetal position with her head in her bridge player and released her gaudy scream of the day, with her tears mixing with the semen that coated her grimace. Not only was it disgusting, but far live than she could deliver imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually glow her hide, it felt like flaming sensual fat had been poured all over her body.

The dragon stepped back and stretched, glad to have experienced such a wonderful orgasm. But now he had lost his pastime in this young girl. True, he had discovered something to relish later in his liveliness, 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 avail 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 terror and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysteric mix of either praying for the dragon to let go her or end her life quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she want to suffer the agony of being ripped to shreds and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to absolve herself of the dragons jaws, the creature had to stiffen his clutches, inadvertently crushing her mortise joint with his lips. Screaming in botheration from her injury, Marian was carried over to the flying lizard's nest and dropped in, landing on the incline opposition of the giant flesh eggs. Marian looked down at her go mortise joint, tearfully cursing her harm. Now, even if the tartar wouldn't Brassica napus her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to fly the coop.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a mere sprain, Marian gently squeezed her ankle to gauge the pain in the ass. The waves of torture that instantly surged through her body mixed with the aching nuisance of bruises and tears in her vagina and anus and her overall exhaustion, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't work up any crying, for her centre were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a foetal military position in the corner of the nest, slowly pealing off the thick layer of dried ejaculate that coated her au naturel body. Her side was covered in red welts from sleeping on the offshoot of the nest, though the she had tried to gather as lots animal hair in the nest as possible to try and take in some sort of mattress. Between the nest and the cave entrance was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his vast orgasm and eating on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a tenacious strip of dried seed off her right hand bosom, a tearing sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatized young woman and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in terror as the ballock began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large rip in the very top. Another tearing sound could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the noses and jaws began to pierce the airfoil of the ballock as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At shoemaker's last, the five hatchlings burst out of the eggs and all released a screech of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in repugnance at the newborn monsters clawing their way out of their jumbo eggs. They were each the size of savage wolves, but had different body builds than the parent. Like the elderberry bush dragon, the hatchlings all had recollective branch with mechanical man skeleton in the closet and great flexibility. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very lilliputian body fat or brawn, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torsos and limbs were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got older, they would most potential bulk up and turn a loss some of their flexibleness, like the bones of a growing child fusing together with age.

Unlike their begetter, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with harder and more deeply colored shards in the hereafter. being so young, their dragon talons were little to a greater extent that stubby claws and their baby teeth were the sizing of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely mortal and probable hungry.

To her rilievo, the Draco paid no attention to Marian and instead turned their attention to the eggs that they had just crawled out of. As the manifest flying dragon equivalence to the nursing-mother power of mammals, the hatchlings began tearing into their onetime embryonic habitation, ripping them to shreds with their small teeth and gorging on the flesh with gusto. 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 dragon fed on the fleshy pouch like starving dogs, glad that they weren't turning this thirstiness on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw blade, Marian did not see her hopes for a nimble and merciful death, as it was evident that these beasts savored their repast and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing pain if they turned on her.

For several second, the dragons gorged themselves on their eggs, eating until their venter were stretched, but leaving the testicle mostly integral. Marian's organic structure then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their attention towards her and growled. To them, her smell was very unique ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormones, both dragon internal secretion and adolescent man girl endocrine, and that was driving them wild. The only if 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 Draco were all well endowed with a good eight inches in distance and impressive thickness, and all were fully rear. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent dragon reached out with one of his hand-like paws, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. hang over the sharpness of the snuggle with the parent dragon holding her down, she discovered the tear 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 realise his consistency.

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

"Please don't violation me !"she begged as she felt the firedrake find her cunt with the headway of his turncock.

She attempted to devote another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his putz all the way into her in a 1 brutal effect, making her scream in excruciating nuisance and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent Dragon's tongue, grinded with his organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely different. Now, an beast was forcing his erect turncock into her trunk, and doing so with very nimble and brawny thrusts.

The Dragon began pummeling her snatch, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought possible. With this velocity and strength, he was able to make full 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 poke turned her scream of pain into a restate beat of gagging moans.

The tartar was humping her with a ferocity that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgment of rightfield or incorrect or that the aim he was raping was even a living thing. All the spell, the rest of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each early over who would get the succeeding turn to try out their new bodies.

After ten minutes, the offspring hatchling released a gaudy snarl as he experienced his first orgasm, launching chummy streams of seminal fluid into his hard worker. It took humans More than a decade for their private parts to mature to this level of evolution, but these wight were born with fully-functioning ballock. Marian squealed from how hot the spermatozoon was in her body and oozing down her leg, but instantly burst into tears at the revulsion she felt from this beast's seminal fluid flooding her fair sex and dripping down her thighs. This creature had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a commons prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brothers. The second hatchling wasted no time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruised cunt. This time, Marian did not scream in pain or try to pull in away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her soundbox was rocked back and forth by the creature's thrusting. With the household sex toy now docile, the elder dragon released his paw while his son violated the adolescent fille.

This time was different than the world-class rape, as disgusted as Marian was, the superstar she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As a good deal as she hated the beast, the ravishment, the nuisance, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't service but take some slight enjoyment in the dragon's jabbing. The bruised sassing and interior wall of her slit were quivering which each penetration of the tartar's pecker and her trunk was gaining a very pleasant warmth. No affair how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how practically she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first, the second hatchling snarled as it had a immense sexual climax, spraying encumbrance after load of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The tartar slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the third base tartar pounced. After watching his two comrade have so practically fun, the tierce firedrake was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able-bodied to use his hands or even see, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his dick into Marian's asshole. The young charwoman yelped in nuisance, but the yelp was commingle with more surprise than disgrace or disgust. The Dragon grunted from the stringency of her son of a bitch, but after a few drill thrusts, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable joy in the assault, but it was much to a lesser extent centre due to sensibility and more of a confusing and indescribable mavin. Regardless, the physical pleasure moving from her lower body was very powerful and even painful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the snuggle to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked scratch. As the dragon picked up focal ratio, so did the strokes of her fingers, and in go, the loudness of her moans.

Marian's organic structure began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the fondness in her lower body turn into very familiar heat. Finally, she and the dragon had cooccurring orgasm, something that would normally belong in a good love story. As the flying dragon poured jet after jet of his seed into her anus, a assortment of her own succus and the seed of the flying lizard's kin poured from her slit. The giant winged lizard gave a loud tangle and the distraught rape victim gave a shrill moan.

The dragon dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a horse and Marian fell back into the nest, panting and hobble from enervation. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the stopping point two Draco were too impatient to weigh letting either one get the future bend. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The fourth dragon managed to penetrate her twat, basically marking that area of her body as his territory against her fifth brother. This apparent motion barely detoured his brother, as the fifth tartar had already found another orifice to use to satisfy his sexual desires : her back talk. With Marian still panting from the strain of getting raped and sodomized, fear of suffocation entered her psyche when the fifth flying dragon forced his cock into her mouthpiece. With instincts that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the dragon humped her side, forcing its erect dick in her mouth and hammering the back of her throat.

With the dragon's manhood in her mouth, one of Marian's last few shreds of gravitas was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new tears of misery fell from her eyes, she found some amusement in the fact that the sizing, condition, warmness, and musky smell of the animate being's dick reminded her of feeding roasted blimp, something she was treated to when her family visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

The end two dragons had much LE self-control and both ejaculated at the same time, stuffing Marian's slender body with semen at both remainder. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the come filling her back talk and being pumped down her pharynx, then desperately jerked her head to the English so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his turn, the get-go dragon decided he wanted another round. While his tail, wings, and back spikes made it awkward, he laid down and pulled 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 human being than a dragon, the puppet pushed his red erection back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a little whimper from the cruel penetration, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the creature would dig his claws into her figure, 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 moving ridge of shame filled Marian as she felt the suntan of sweat in her thighs with each rise and gloam. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the dragon used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in endeavour to please them, working her own body and muscles as the wight raped her, though she had to bounce on the goliath's dick with just the power in her thigh, as her wounded ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without indisposition, pushing his Hammond organ into her bruised dickhead and making her yelp in painfulness from being double-penetrated by the two savage. As the irregular dragon began jabbing into her anus in a steady but brutal rhythm, Marian was unable to preserve bouncing on the first dragon's prick. She gave a sigh of easement from the dragon showing no annoyance towards her lack of motion and the chance to breathe her burning second joint, but this stand-in was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind ramification, the third firedrake pounced on her shoulder joint, hefting his bounding cock in front of her side. Realizing that she could sink no lower berth, Marian opened her sassing and took the dragon's phallus in her mouth. Her head began bobbing back and forth as she used her glossa and cheeks to orally pleasure her inhuman captor. After only a instant of the animal molesting her three orifices in tandem, Marion released a garish cry of pain. Her right and left arms each had parallel bleeding prick, given to her by the fourth and fifth dragons. They were definitely the rowdiest of the bedding and they had just harmed her to vocalize their impatience of being left out while the early three all got to outrage her at once.

Marian didn't have any other mess in her body to let them release their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would lash out again. Trying to oppose the jolt poke of the dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her os frontale against the lower-stomach of the third dragon and used only jerks of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the sides of the first Draco's torso with her articulatio genus, allowing her to have some semblance of balance.

With her arms freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her finger around the throbbing erecting of the quarter and fifth part Draco. Hoping this would fulfil them, she began stroking them with all the focus and effectiveness she could muster up in her traumatized mind and aching body. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the pecker of their turncock, squeezing and working the exterior skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arms wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the quarter and twenty percent tartar mimicked the third, standing up awkwardly on their hand branch, while resting their front ramification on her shoulders to preserve their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more pity to feel, Marian's face stung from the saltiness of fresh snag as she looked back at her animation and this trial by ordeal. A day ago, she was the felicitous daughter of a gallant Fannie Farmer, a penis of a family unit blessed with a grape vine farm for delicious wine, a youth cleaning woman with beauty 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 hellish monsters at the same time, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was cipher more than a sex striver belonging to mere beasts, caked in their cum and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery wings and scaly backs from the tartar all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one tartar penis resting still in her aching pussy, one being forced up into her asshole with the Same rhythm of falling rain, she was bobbing her head back and Forth River as she orally pleasured the third like a godless cocotte, and she was using her hands to stroke the fourth and fifth with their erect cocks just inches from her face. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the worst part was the fact that there was undeniable pleasure. Before, it had been a black urge that was in the shadow of her painfulness and humiliation. But now, for the low time, she was enjoying the rape more than than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not enjoy the penetrating touch sensation, the masculine arousal she felt in the Dragon as they worked their phalluses in her trunk, the heat radiating from these instrument of molestation that were probing her porta, the taste sensation and spirit of the third dragon that she was sucking off, and just the tone of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more and more about her unwilling use, her organic structure was beginning to overheat in sexual euphoria. With the 3rd dragon's peter filling her lip, Marian gave a muffled scream as she experienced her third flood tide, brought on by the five puppet raping her at the same fourth dimension. As the warmth of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the course of a few minutes, she was once again filled with moving ridge of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her bout of self-pity by agonizing pain in the neck shooting up her ankle, caused by the firstly and arcsecond dragons pulling out of her to exchange places. While they took their new positions and each pushed their cocks into her now-bleeding snatch and asshole, the fifth firedrake growled in provocation. As great as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right on hired hand, it wanted more. Desperate to hold back the creature happy and non-violent, Marian took the third firedrake's penis out of her mouth and began stroking it with her rightfulness mitt. She turned to the one-fifth dragon and opened her backtalk, signaling to the animate being that it was his turn. Following the signal, the creature put the head of his cock between her lips and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to celebrate him satisfied.

After a arcminute of blowing the fifth part dragon, the fourth to her left field growled, telling her that it now wanted a spell. Taking the fifth part dragon's shaft out of her backtalk, she once again began stroking it with her right wing hand while she stroked the thirdly with her leftfield. With the third and fifth dragons occupied, she turned her head word and began sucking on the fourth part, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captors. After two bit, another Dragon growled. This prison term it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the fuzziness of her mouth. Marian switched her left manus to the phallus of the fourth part flying lizard and once again began deep-throating the tertiary.

From this full stop, time seemed to go on in an eternal loop. Marian wasn't indisputable how long she was being molested, but the dragons only stopped to change situation so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each bit that passed, her physical structure was getting more and more discharge and her layer of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her sassing being wrapped around dragon lance, her arms were on fervour from the continuous elbow grease, and she could feel parentage streaming down her inner thigh from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to collapse from enervation, she became the recipient of both a blessing and a curse. As if they all shared one idea and consistency, the dragons each unleashed his enceinte and net sexual climax, emptying their entire come reserves. The amount of money being launched from each fleshy fountain allowed Marion to see the"mob resemblance"to their father.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and whoreson that the pressure and expansion distress as much as the physical violation. The chroma and amount of the spray in her mouth and throat was agitating her throat, making her gag and shed up to the point where seed was dripping from her nose. The streams from the Dragon she was manually jacking were on par with flooding gutter, coating her face and breast in a thick, unenviable layer of animal cum.

The dragons all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected come. Her thigh were coated in blood from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot lede weights, and her self-worth had been completely crushed… and raped.

"Is this my fate ? Is this what my existence 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 dragons was crouched over her physical structure, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whimper, or shed a rip ; she just lied there and tried to concenter on the pleasure of the violation and ignore the painfulness. It was all she could do to manage. On the early side of the hulk nest, the other four Draco were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the flies that had been drawn to the flavour of the goliath embryonal seedpod, and the beast that was molesting her had most belike just finished his meal. By the cave exit, the elder flying dragon was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her scald anus would have caused Marian to squall in infliction and cry in shame, but now, she just lied there like a dead body at the manpower of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain in her ass end and was numb to the sexual trauma. She had accepted her office and welcomed the ataraxis of mind that came with it. This was how she would live, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the Lapplander way. But with this repose of nous and this developed survival to the mind-numbing violation, she now had a fortune to think and organize her thoughts.

The first thing that she had rolled over in her mind was the espousal that lordliness and self-respect could not subsist in this situation. These beast had taken everything from her and she had hit rock bottom, so there was no reason to cry in humiliation and revulsion. She had hit rock bottom, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought had returned her will to hold out. If she were to take any chance of surviving or escaping, she had to snub pain and shame and just make it.



Once the dragons all finished their helping of the testicle, they turned to Marian and began another rape session, all pouncing on their crippled paramour and fighting over who would get which orifice to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when movement was not required and focused on the accepted sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Once the flying lizard blew their load and covered her in a thick Patrick White pelt of jizz, they all curled up in their annexe and fell asleep. With that reprieve, she went to go. After gathering up the best sticks in the nest she could receive and braiding the animal whisker into roach, she managed to make a splint for her ankle. If she were to cause any hopes of escaping, she would require her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could move around, and praxis moving with only one operational ankle. If she had to lay down a prompt leakage, she would need to be capable to climb out of that nest without a single stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the nest, several sticks were broken underneath her weight. The snapping strait alerted the quiescency hatchlings, which all gave a tacky screech when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to fly the coop. Marian gave a condemnation of wrath and a scream of agony as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the draw close and banging her offend ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their lashings just a half hr before, the tartar showed no tiredness of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with exceptional viciousness. It was as if they were the humans and she were the animal, and they were disciplining her for trying to forget in the Sami way humans would sort out a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resolve and bravery, Marian cried and screamed in nuisance as the beasts violated her with an angry hardness that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal position, shaking from the pain sensation that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the intensity and volume as the wildcat that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a safe estimation to not campaign her luck and just try to retrieve from her straining. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a miserly musket ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The beginning thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dryness in her throat. She barely had any sense of meter, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three days. The only cause she had not died of thirst was because of the piddle her stomach had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to find something edible. Unfortunately, the nest was completely barren of any word form of food for thought, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was nothing on the spelunk floor but grimy animal bones and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were heroic enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the draw close. She momentarily considered trying to shoot down and eat one of the dragons, but not only did she not have a single chance at even being an even match, but the retribution of the other dragons would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the quiescency dragons. The embryonic cod had been almost completely down and would probably be finished off in the next serving. They were her only root of food and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to keep back her wear out ankle joint elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the dragons. Once she reached the group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatty pelt. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even go an inch, the dragon that the meat belonged to awaken up and pounced, snarling with anger. He knocked Marian back and pinned her down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

Petrified with fear, Marian could do zilch but tremble as the dragon made his peak before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of bitchiness, the dragon snapped up the oozing slab and devoured it in one gulp, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"Damn it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the flying lizard finished devouring the cadaver of their embryonal fuel pod, taking away the last eatable substance in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to load and form their Whitney Moore Young Jr. muscularity, in the class of deep violent thrusts into her body. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the animal gang-rape, so she tried to focalize on them and the sexual euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a kitty of tonic semen, Marian struggled to ignore her hunger and hunger and downfall asleep, much like the sexually-spent flying lizard. Unless she managed to find some mannikin of food or piss, she would emaciate away while the dragons would go forward to chevy her. The fact that they had finished eating their bollock but showed no sign of the zodiac of being gear up to fly or leave the cuddle apprehensive her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a good prospect that they would plow on her.



Marian gave a sigh of relief from the sight before her as she woke up. The elder dragon was standing over the nuzzle with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized teeth. The hatchlings all squealed in hunger and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh marrow. Marian saw a chance in the carcase as well. She was so hungry and athirst, she would eat the heifer's raw innards and drink its stock. If she could just get a turn at the body, she could survive.

The dead cow was dropped into the nestle and the dragons instantly piled on the bleeding body, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off rag of meat with gusto. Marian crawled over on her hands and stifle, but was shoved out of the way before she could even touch the cow. These Draco were the identical definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the early side of the nest, Marian could do nothing but curse her thirst and hunger. Her pharynx was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her tears and her stomach was growling with such chroma that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

To her surprisal, the dragons'appetency seemed to be several times greater than before. In just under a half time of day, the flying dragon were able to loot the cow's skeleton in the cupboard clean and jerk of every oz. of human body. They even snapped the bones and drained them off the marrow, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the dragons fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the Draco decided to act off the meal through usage, their workout being intimate Assault. With half of her mind focused on pleasuring her possessor, Marian focused the early one-half of her mind on trying to detect a way to get piss and sustenance. Her thought process were interrupted after a longsighted period of clip by the surprise that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a half and the creature were still raping her with the same speed and king as when they began.

moment passed by slowly with each leaving her more exhausted than the stopping point. Marian tried to keep back her movements to only the necessity lower limit, hoping she could outlast her persecutor, as they were the ones truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attempt, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too outwear to move, Marian lied on her venter as hobble as a ragdoll, with her body being jerked by the undeterred thrusts of the flying lizard, now being forced to take number instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the dragons finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her relief, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to allay her thirst. With their reserves now spent, the dragons commenced with the adjacent measure of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recoup. The dragons had not been that brutal since she tried to escape, and the curse had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to rape her to dying. She couldn't even run her legs because her vagina and anus were so bruised and torn, the diminished duty period would send dash of crippling pain in the neck crawling through her body, but the pain in her trunk was still LE than her thirst and her hunger.

She could only assume that it was the fourth part day, and save for several gulps of dragon seed, she had been deprived of all liquid. Someone exposed to less would be dead from dehydration, and she knew her dried-out physical structure was now at death's door. If she could just find some food or water, she could retain on, instead of just relying of semen to quench her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

Using her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried semen off of her naked consistency, forming a pile of whitened crust and chummy gunk on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to strengthen her resolve. The flying lizard sperm had no nutrients, but there was urine in it and she could use it to occupy her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel pity or disgust, Marian closed her centre and scooped the sundry seminal fluid of the five Dragon into her mouth. While the beasts had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen sentence, she gagged and almost vomited from the perceptiveness and consistency of the slimy heap. Knowing that she would not endure without it, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasure, the great intuitive feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing in her venter was incredible. The mass now residing her belly strengthened her appetency and she was hungry for more. With new intensity, she began peeling the dried semen off of her naked body and stuffing it into her mouthpiece, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her willpower to ignore the rancid salty taste.

Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to wallow in for the fast several Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her mouth, her hunger was more and to a greater extent extinguished and she became more and more excite. Once she had eaten every chip and glob she could obtain, she laid back with her hand on her mostly-full abdomen. She hadn't felt this good in this cave since her first off coming, but while her hungriness was mostly gone, she wasn't broad and she was still very thirsty. As a lot as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for Sir Thomas More semen to gorge on.

Unfortunately, the hatchlings might be vehement if she woke them up so early, even to wet-nurse them off, and they hadn't been resting enough to regenerate their militia. But there was still one to a greater extent possible source…

Trying to make as little noise as possible and not alert the quiescence hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the nest. The elderberry bush firedrake had just returned from defecating outdoor and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be supercilious or dignified, Marian tried to figure out how to lure the Dragon.

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

The creature that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now curious. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool itself. The dragon stared at her tongue, remembering how soft her lip was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the Draco's dick revealed itself and became fully raise, becoming as magnanimous and strong as a Tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her tongue, signaling to the elder dragon that she wanted it.

The whale dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the edge of the nest, right in front of Marian. As she remembered, the header of the dragon's tool was as large as her own skull and the musky feeling was far more virile than the genital aroma of the younglings. This was the only way she could get something to quell her hungriness, and she would hold to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her weapon system around the dragon's head and began running her glossa in the slit on the very tip, which was as large as a sword slash. The human body was so hot that she felt like her lip were becoming chapped and her natural language burned, and she could barely breath the olfactory property that seemed to waft from the beast's member.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to fill the creature. Hugging the top dog of the firedrake's rooster and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her facial expression in the slit, kissing it as if it were the look of her lover and slobbering the interior with her tongue, pleasuring her dragon proprietor to her best ability. When the tartar began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her cause, working hard to milk the dragon for every drop of cum. Knowing that it was about to blunder, Marian closed her eyes and opened her sassing as across-the-board as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

The Draco's orgasm was much larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her backrest from the force and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of cum and managed to swallow More than a pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to work the slit while she rubbed the promontory with her arms, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a squirm conformation of pleasure and expiation in the feeling of being sprayed with more semen. The tartar pulled away with his dick 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 fingers with relish. Her stomach was full and she was no farsighted thirsty, but she could not kibosh herself. At number one she thought some role of her brain was just telling her to strip herself off, but this thought was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other bridge player and rubbing the dragon's semen 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 physical structure, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless muteness as she let them use her body however they wanted, then she gained enough confidence to hope that she could attain her freedom if she waited them out and used their corporeal fluids to stay alive. Now here she was, savoring the dragon's cum like it was a delicacy and stroking the injure sass of her cunt in sexual euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal dupe to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many things that she hated about this place : she wished she could be given time to mend, she wished she could own some real food and water, she wished she could order her house she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able-bodied to face up them if she lived ), and wished she could at least quietus 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 warmth and penchant of the dragons'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the same fourth dimension like a whore, she was enjoying the tactile sensation of the dragons cocks being ride deep into her body so laborious and fasting that she could do nothing but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the endless sessions of gang-rape brought on. At beginning she had hated it so a lot that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get enough violation.

Like the return of her will to live, this acceptance gave her incredible peace of mind. At the cost of her dignity and many comforts, this was actually making her well-chosen. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to enjoy this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smiling since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to shake from their nap. On cue, the elderberry bush tartar returned with a dead elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his sons a filling repast. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to touch herself, working her fingers between the peg as she waited for the Draco to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in play could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the meat from the elk skeleton, she got on her knees with her case against the storey of the draw close. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks and divulge her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times.

"seed on tike, I'm ready."



The seance proved to be the most enjoyable, with Marian having finally accepted that she was enjoying being molested. Even though her vagina and anus had been almost completely shredded from brutal insight and she knew the dragons couldn't understand her, she found herself whispering for them to operate harder and faster, and begging them to"nebuliser her ”.

As if sensing her change in mood and aspect, the dragons seemed to deepen their manoeuvre. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming stake over parts of her torso or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master key, their sept member, or even their compeer, but they did look to be aware that she was a experience thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

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





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a pair of sheep, though her patience was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the beasts. One of the dragons was close to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her mitt and genu, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody feast and climbed onto his lap. The firedrake was just about to mat and ululate at her impudence, but became silent when Marian grasped his dick, stroked it to a full erection, and grinded her pussy against the shaft before pushing it in. The firedrake instantly became very docile as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in walking on air as she drove the fauna's sexual electronic organ into her wet cunt.

can her, another dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the world-class dragon and got onto her hands and stifle, letting the second dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his repast. For the second clock time, the dragon's meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing climax. As he launched his first jet of semen, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop curtain. Her eyes then rolled up into her head and she purred in stimulation as she felt the flying lizard behind her cum, shooting multiple super acid of seminal fluid into her body. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the flying lizard tried to retrieve his erection. By the time he was ready for one shot Two, the rest of the Dragon had finished eating and were ready to ravage her.

After the dragons took their view and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big conflict when compared to to begin with sessions : This time, they were more careful with their movements and how they treated her. They became cognisant of her wounded ankle and did their honest to observe from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to keep their nipper from touching her. Their push, which were normally firm and powerful, were now slow and blue, and Marian realized that the flying lizard were trying to avoid agitating the blisters, bruises, and tears in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to smart her, they didn't want her to be smell infliction, and this was something that warmed her heart and she was very grateful for.



Marian was resting on her tummy on the edge of the nest, watching the dragons with a grinning on her face. Their muscles were finally strong enough for them to do more than just bump, and they were using this chance to finally step out of the nest and gambling. The dragons were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a bedding of puppy chasing each early in a airfield, though this wasn't a surprisal, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeletons. She could order their many voiced castanets were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their father, but she could see they were having more and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to tend on something to do it.

Right now, Marian was laughing with a warm smiling on her typeface as she watched the hatchlings looseness. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing beats of the father flying dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the other for the younglings. The baby Draco quickly jumped back into the nestle and began whining as their father approached, begging for the slain lead. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest wince from the infliction in her ankle. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a broken articulatio talocruralis had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be capable to put weighting on it if she were desperate enough…

As the flying lizard feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the soil out from under her nails. She would betray her soul for a chance to bathe. About to start working on her rectify finger, Marian's attention was taken by the attack of one of the dragon. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her care to the comic strip of thigh heftiness hanging from his jaws. The tartar lowered his head and dropped the meat on her lap. The creature had just shared his food, giving her more than a pound of centre. While the dragon turned away to bring back to the primary carcase, Marian stared at the bloody strip of muscle. Slowly, a rent rolled down her face and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a dieting consisting entirely of cum, this was a grace. She picked up the strip and quickly buck into it like a savage animate being, digging into the baffling muscle fibre while the blood rolled down her chin. As she ate, bout of alleviation poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something solid with so a lot flavor ( instead of the cum that the dragons would dart down her pharynx ) and the fact that these creatures had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a massive change in the firedrake'deportment. With the first change, they were LE cruel and emphatic. With the second change, they were very measured with their effort and worked hard to avoid causing her pain. With the third variety, they were actually quite warm, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took crook, each working their peter inside her with slow but deep strokes. Their movements and thrusts could even be considered cutter. Instead of keeping their paws on her side of meat to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their arms tightly around her and holding her while they were intimate, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how lots they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were hardhearted beast that violated her with a certain pitilessness, but now they were being blue-blooded and kind. She actually felt like the dragon were being aroused, and each firedrake that she was internal with gave her a moaning sexual climax. After they each had a bit, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the Sami time, finally fulfilling her new intimate desires. Even now, she saw a pregnant change in their behavior. The dragon sodomizing her from behind had his arms wrapped around her waist, the Draco that she was riding had his hands on her chest and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exert herself, and the three dragons that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each early to stand on their hind legs instead of putting their weight unit on her. She could feel their tending with each drive and ejaculation.



Two hours and to a greater extent than half a dozen orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the snuggle, hungrily licking off the stratum of semen that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like star weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her heart, waiting for eternal sleep to get along, but she was shaken by the notion of the Draco all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turn, she was sure she had drained them of every drop of seminal fluid. She opened her optic and looked around, ineffectual to conceive what she was seeing. All of the Dragon had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to sleep with her and be with her, not just take turns having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her head back and just stared at the cavern ceiling, trying to process the event.



Marian was awoken from her unsatisfied sleep by a deafening crack of hell dust outside. It was the middle of the Nox and newsbreak of light illuminated the cave as thunderbolt of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape painting and the mountainside. pocket-sized rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entrance like a falls. Another crack of thunder tear the roar of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to get across her ears from the painful volume, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The rain was so forte, yet the firedrake didn't seem to try a bingle drop or deadbolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a photograph twig. Before she could even puff, an dodging architectural plan had already formed in Marian's brainiac. If she were to act quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nest and the rain outside would cut through the sound of any broken control stick. However, if she were caught, the dragon would likely be angry. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the other hired man, this was probably her lone chance to escape and she could not imagine a unspoiled one happening.

At last, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to arouse the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way liberal of their grip. With every breath she took as trembling as a leaf in the gentle wind and seemingly as loudly as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as possible not to shake the snuggle. She did not disoblige praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each second felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each head of contact with only the most topmost nidus, putting her weight only on the thickest spliff and where the ends of the branchlet met, trying to break as few possible.

As expected, there were far more cheap catch than she wanted, and every secondment, Marian fully expected one of the dragon to awaken up and tangle. She gave a sigh of assuagement when she got her full physical structure up onto the very edge of the nestle. Holding her breath, she began the slow climb down the outside. This was far more difficult, as she had to run the nest like a ladder and her full trunk weight unit was pulling down on the branches. With her whole body shaking and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. trey understructure from the cave floor, her warmness stopped as she felt the arm in her manus respite free of the cuddle. Giving a understood wow and waving her arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern base in a afflictive landing while the branch gave a loud snap.

Lying on the ground and waiting for the dragons to bolt out of the nuzzle and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring quip to the skull and all the scratches that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard zip from the nest and the elder Draco hadn't even stirred, they were all still wakeless asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her foundation and began limping towards the cave entry. She slowed her tread and held her breath as she passed by the elderberry bush flying dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With bout of joy streaming down her case, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the water wash away days of grunge, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her cutis with her hands, trying to wash away the shame she been forced to prevail. The ground around her was covered in grungy oil from all the nastiness being scraped off her soundbox. Once she was sure she was sporting, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the with child falls running down the cave entrance pour into her mouth. For respective minutes, she chugged the H2O pouring off the Harlan Stone, so grateful to receive fair water system to drink instead of the dragons'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued imbibing, trying to lave as much SALT out of her body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to arrest drinking, and retreat down the lot, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purge"her body of all the salt that had built up in her system, Marian collapsed to the undercoat a hundred invertebrate foot from the cave entree, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her tears then stopped, as the question appeared in her intellect of whether she really should allow for. She had mulled over this question back in the nestle, but that was when she was weighing the risk of infection of just attempting to elude, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave alone once she got this far. She didn't even live where this question had come from, but she could not stop thinking it over. This question would not leave her brain and her body refused to travel until she came up with a rattling decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these beast'sex slave. But while she had been raped more times than she could count and had experienced more affright, pain, and shame at the custody of these beasts than ever in her life, she had come to enjoy the feelings of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasms she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be able 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 chance of getting married ? Would any man ghost her after her opening had been turned into jumbo craters by unholy monsters ?

If she were to get away, would she even be capable to get family safely ? These Edwin Herbert Land were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a naked adolescent girl who could only limp have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a seat that made this Draco cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found unbelievable pleasance and enjoyment in living with these mere animate being. And after what she had felt in those Draco'hearts… she did not know if she could walk away from the feelings they felt for her… or the flavor she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shiver breath and got to her metrical unit. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky ingestion of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her calm, she entered the cave and walked past the elder tartar. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the firedrake and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but warm smiling on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nuzzle alone, but the flying dragon had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and swoop on each early, she began to wonder if her realization end night had just been a ambition. She looked at her weaponry and chest, noting that her organic structure had been cleaned of all the grime and dried semen that accumulated over the day. The only way she could get houseclean is if she had washed herself with water supply. Marian smiled as she realized that her toleration had been real ; she had escaped the dragons'nest and decided to total back of her own liberal will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved ones. ravishment and sexual assault had now become involvement and pleasure, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in stimulation and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to fear from her new category, Marian got up and stretched. With a smile on her look, she climbed up onto the border of the nestle and began to scale down the side. As she climbed down the exterior of the cuddle, the flying lizard stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave floor and approached her nest-mates. With each whole step she took, the tartar became less and less tense up, sitting with their shadow wagging like excited domestic dog. She reached the confining firedrake and crouched down in presence of him, running her handwriting along the side of his face and looking into his golden eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her lips against the front of the flying dragon's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At foremost the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast dispute in the size and shapes of their mouths, but he quickly began to understand how to act. Marian flicked her glossa between the Dragon's lips ( while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth ) and the dragon replied by sending his prospicient forked tongue into her rima oris, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the flying dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a replete throbbing erection.

Watching Marian buss and stroke their comrade, the other dragons became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten seconds, one of them got impatient and crawled over, sitting down on the undercoat and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

With a frown on her face, Marian turned and flicked the interloper on the nose, startling it."No, it is not your good turn yet,"she said dominantly.

The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his brain in embarrassment. All of the flying lizard were awestruck in how the tables had turned. When they first came into the human beings, Marian's torso was just an object that they used to discharge their intimate urge and praxis with their musculus, something they would despoil and despoil 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 parent his head and spirit at her."Aw, my odorous baby. Don't concern, I'll take charge of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, twenty-four hours turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, with Marian raising the dragons as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the Draco names so that she could better distinguish them, and the more time she spent with them, the More she was able to see the subtle physical deviation between each creature and tell them apart.

Every day, she would fire up up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awake, and then secure every orifice in her soundbox with their pecker until she had a shriek orgasm and they coated her in semen. By the clip they were done, the elder dragon would deliver with a slain animal that Marian would tip on with the same intensity level as her dragon folk, and after they had eaten, they would all fuck her at once with her begging them to work her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On days when they were more energetic than horny, the dragons would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle had healed, she would often climb out of the nest and bring together them, while being careful not to get her naked body scratched and bruised on the rough cave floor and their solidifying scales.

During times when the flying lizard were asleep but Marian was horny, she would climb out of the nest and pleasure the elder dragon. She would bury her face in the slit of the giant beast's cock, using her tongue to drive the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the senior dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would swallow as a good deal as she could and then hustle in the puddle of semen, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the dragons, the more she noticed their growth rate. When they had first hatched, the dragons were the size of wildcat with greatly disproportionately sexual Hammond organ. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their phalluses having only grown four inches. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so tough by their foot-long pecker that she thought they were going to burst her in half. They were so large that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and bulk, the elder dragon began playing a bigger role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entryway to guard the draw close and only left to salvage 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 exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the forest in the hunting of water. Even though the flying dragon were sharing their food with her, thus letting her exchange semen with fleshly blood as her source of hydration, she wanted something to quench her thirst that wasn't thick and salty. While the firedrake would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the small flow nearby and drinking until she couldn't drink anymore.



It was a warmly summer afternoon and Marian was walking through the forest, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of duncish splashing and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a trampled President George W. Bush. She pushed the bush aside and found on of the dragons with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open dresser of a slain elk. The flying dragon looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the grinning on her face.

"Syris ! Your first gear kill ! I'm so proud of you !"she beamed, calling the dragon by his public figure.

The firedrake wagged his tail even harder and stay on tearing into the variety meat of his prey. As Marian watched the Dragon fiesta on his number 1 kill, a intellection entered her thinker that made her flavor up at the sky. Right now it was nice and lovesome, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would parent its frightful chief and there was no way Marian would be able to survive the way she was : raw and without a way to have fire. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze to demise. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the monolithic hole the Draco had opened up in the breast. Once she pulled up a tumid flap, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the flying dragon would understand her words, but she was hoping he would at least get the message. To her luck, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to continue peeling off the hide while he hate. Without any experience or tools, it was incredibly difficult and her solely guidance was common signified and the story her honest-to-god blood brother used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly regulate and had multiple bust, she finally managed to rend off the bloody hide, mostly integral. With a smile of pride, she leaned down and give thanks Syris with an fond kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of thigh core off of the elk and with the skin over her articulatio humeri, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to determine the other dragon and see if she could get the pelts off their killing. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few month ago, she was the phallus of a farming mob, working with her parents to call forth and pick grapes for making wine-colored. Then she was captured and turned into a rape victim for fell beasts. Next she became a hardened survivor, willing to open her branch for her captor and live solely on semen to remain alive. Now, she was walking naked through the forest with an animal hide over her shoulder and chewing on a raw strip of centre with the blood dripping off her Chin and running down her full breasts. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect stopcock. She had gone from being a granger to being a zooerastia sex-addict that was living more like an fauna than a human.

And this lifestyle made her truly happy.



Marian was able to line up the rest of the dragons by calling out their name calling : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot, Ashford, and the elderberry bush dragon, bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and bourne were able to catch some more elk and Marian found them in metre to salvage the pelts. She would ask many more if she was to exist winter, but at to the lowest degree she had enough for more well-off bedding.



After two workweek, Marian was able-bodied get more than thirty animal fur from horses, cows, elk, and even bears. Using bone and braided hair, she managed to become five of them into a set of clothes to sustain her more than strong when outside once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and appease perfectly well-heeled, no affair how cold the cave became, not to refer she had all of the dragons snuggled up against her to keep her warm.



Marian woke up on the first day of autumn and found that the cave was discharge. She looked around, wondering if bourne and her nest-mates had gone out into the wood to hunt. She was disappointed by her loneliness, because either she would awake up the dragons by stroking them or sucking them to full erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

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

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

Over the six months since they hatched, the dragons had grown to be the size of it of stallions and now looked so a good deal like their father. The home plate, which had originally been cushy and pink, now looked like ruby scrap and were as difficult, their stubby nipper and fang were as hard and discriminating as sticker, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

"My sweet male child, I love you and am so gallant of you,"she said tenderly.

The Pres Young flying dragon all lowered their header and she gave each of them a long and passionate candy kiss on the mouth, flitting her knife between the top of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knee joint, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized phallus. Licking her lips, she took the top dog in her mouth ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the dragon frisson in pleasure. The eternal sleep of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to give them permission to fathom her.

After several moment of orally pleasuring Pinot grape, Marian stood up and faced the residuum of the colossus winged lizard."seminal fluid on back to the nestle and I'll show you just how proud of you I am."

She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the edge, and set over with her creature hide britches around her ankles to show her pussy and bunghole."Come on male child, I'm waiting."

She lowered herself into the snuggle with the flying lizard jumping in after her.



Winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of animal pelts, Marian had a hard clip staying fond. Sensing her vulnerability to the cold, the tartar became extra 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 giant elderberry bush flying lizard would lie down by the nuzzle and use one of his giant star offstage to keep Marian and his sons warm and protected from the frigid night air.



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



Marian awoke in the cuddle by herself on beautiful morning in late spring, the day after the one-year anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to see a ghost of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was zip new, especially since the Dragon needed more and more solid food. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the woods. Wearing her animal hide outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

"Arthur ! bourne ! Pinot ! Isaac ! Ashford ! Syris !"she shouted, hoping they were in the orbit. When no reply came, she called out again, but her sole resolution was her own replication.

Again, this was no surprise. The dragons had purged the state of all turgid animals and were always traveling farther and farther in hunt of food. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a saunter around the woods and drinking all the pee she could, she went back to the nest to await for her fly lovers.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a restless sleep during the night, but woke up the future morning to bump herself still alone. She tried to assure herself that they were probably just having a hard clip finding food for thought, but her mind was filled with worry. After spending the day drunkenness pee and collecting risky plants and nut to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep pall of worry in her affectionateness, but she worked with every vulcanized fiber in her being to repress it.

After another day of scavenging for food, Marian spent most of the nighttime lying on her binding in the empty nest, staring at the cavern ceiling. As the moonshine reached its highest level in the sky, an thought entered her psyche. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her rood-tree necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a memento of her sometime lifespan, even though she had lost her faith in God. She couldn't recall the last meter she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a serious time.

"God, you did not reply my pleas when I was first captured, but please, help me. Bring them back, Lord, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the first clip in a long time.



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

It had been a year since the dragons had hatched and it was now clear that they had left the snuggle for lives of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adult and it was time for them to have hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would occur, but she had hoped that she would have more time or that maybe that they would take her with them, though there was as niggling chance of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

The dragons leaving to jump new lives on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could suffer said adieu to her children.



One yr later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing sail in a water gun barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the dragons were not going to turn back, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to man society. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human being life and socialisation, but now she was once again a appendage of gild 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 home and left behind by her second base, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her husbandman life.

It was hard for her to stay focused on her tasks, as not a single minute passed by where she didn't think about the dragons she had come to know and enjoy. Ever since coming back to human society, she had tried desperately to get the Sami sexual rush she had experienced time and sentence again in the firedrake nest. She had tried having one-night flings with the men of the townspeople, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barns and horse barn on multiple occasions to pleasure the gymnastic horse and bulls, but nothing gave her that like feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumors of dragons that passed through the townspeople, wondering if there was any news show of her former family. All she heard was the deadening expected : cows and sawhorse being killed and women being told to keep their hair short so as not to draw in attention and be taken away. It was for this reason that Marian allowed her hair to produce as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the weaken sheets, she heard a noise that made her driblet her basket and gasp. It was a hollering, one that she would never misidentify even if she were deaf. Several screams could be heard in the screen background, but the snarls of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy route that crossed the townsfolk of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the root of the kerfuffle. hoi polloi screaming in scourge sprinted past her and in the aloofness she could see the tips of red wings.

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

Turning a turning point, Marian got a safe spirit at the tool and gasped. Even after a twelvemonth of ontogenesis and modification, she recognized the scale pattern and bone structure of the flying dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the sizing of his Fatherhood, the creature was in the street, wrecking unintentional mayhem. With his hand-like manus, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the crowds of multitude that had come to see the to-do or had not yet fled. Snorting in bother over the truncation of their hair, he would drop them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and wings, he kept at bay soldiers and farmers, slowly inching towards him with weapon and tools.

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

The dragon stared straight at her and his fanny and wings hung hitch. With tears of joy in her eye, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of people, and came out in the undecided space to present the dragon. The scarlet whale lowered his head, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectators stared in unadulterated disbelief.

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

The dragon then extended his forked tongue and Marian took one of the tendrils in her rima oris, sucking on it the same way she used to suck his prick. mass stared in horror at the sight until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

"Ugh, I can't tell you how often I missed this,"she groaned in rousing with a thread of saliva hanging from her lip.

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

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head with her tongue, causing many looker-on to curse, scream, and deliquium. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the head of his cock with her glossa. At last, the dragon had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's cheek and attire with Sir Thomas More than two gallons of cum, 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 fuzz with her fingerbreadth."I'm sure you have children of your own now, you must have found a married person to lay raft of ballock. Here, aim my haircloth to ancestry your snuggle, and take me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to survive here anymore. I want to last with you and get it on the child of my children."

Without so much as a nod, the dragon took her in her arms, then with a fuss of his backstage that was so powerful that the surrounding construction were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his home with Marian.





The End




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