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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity level of mid-summer, while it was only tardy leap in the side countryside. The acres was full moon of life, for it had been five years since the end of the Black pest. All across Europe, farmers who had originally been barbarian under their barons were now gratuitous to claim estate for their own and inhabit without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low population and riotous plowland bringing about new life and new generations, there was a majuscule terror that refused to go silently in the dark.

flying along the cloud was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a dressed ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively young, the savage had reached broad maturity in both experience and enduringness. The flying lizard's torso alone was the sizing of six horses, with the addition of his tenacious neck and keister More than tripling his overall length. His limb were long and brawny enough to criticise aside theater with a one chimneysweeper and each wing could be used as a Billie Jean King's pavilion. Each red scale was the size of a man hand, his prosperous eyes were as with child as melons with fatal puss for school-age child, and his jaws could photograph up even the largest bull and then split it in one-half with mere bite-force.

The dragon's frame could be considered a combination of several dissimilar creature'characteristics. As expected, its skeleton was much like former lizards ( common iguana and Komodo Dragon ) though it also had a large limb-to-body distance proportion, much like a canine. Its most take skeletal feature was the human-like characteristics, allowing for very large flexibleness and the ability to ask very particular poses if it desired.

Down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisles of grapevines was the granger's girl, humming in relaxed joy with a broad basket hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the pride of her family, a young woman with hanker blonde hair and a lulu that was equaled only by the greatest duomo. She was eighteen years old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her mind was the face of the blacksmith's son she had met the late year when her family went to the nearby village to sell their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his bride and that the grapes in her basketball hoop would suit the wine that they would salute on their marriage ceremony day.

As she approached her family's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut shortly as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped shadow. She looked up and all the color was drained from her face and the breathing place from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with centre keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair would score perfect lining for the creature's snuggle. Marian was able-bodied to give up a unity terrified screech as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingers around her waistline, tearing her dress with his colossal talons but not causing her any damage. For the second time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the flying dragon pulled back up into the air, making her body feel like its weight had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing EL, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's sinewy digit, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his prey's attempts to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its farsighted neck opening and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few ft from her head. Marian's body went rigid in unparalleled terror as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the scent of ancestry on its hint. With tears streaming down her face, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to implore, begging God for some fleck of security against the animal that now held her.



Marian hit the primer coat with atrocious force, jarring her from her comatose sleep after having fainted from little terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a abominable aspiration, Marian scrambled to her ft and looked around wildly. She was lying in a wide cave, large enough for the flying lizard to move around in. Due to the sizing and the lack of any land in the basis or bulwark, Marian figured that the cave resided in the side of a good deal. The animate being itself was blocking the exit, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five orchis that were the size of it of her family's wine drum. Unlike hiss or lizard eggs, the egg of the flying lizard were made of flesh and diffuse with pulsing nervure, as if the nut had their own gist. The womb-like ballock of the Dragon served a singular purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much smaller and more doable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were tumid and unattackable enough to break free people and survive exterior.

The base was laden with skeletons of everything from gnawer to livestock, with the hair of animals like knight and sheep having been cut away to line the cuddle. Residing behind the nest was a tidy sum that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the skeletal frame of another dragon of equal size, obviously the early parent of the eggs, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fearfulness as the Dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paw, the Dragon knocked her off her foundation and pinned her down, as easily as if she had been a leaf blade of grass. Crying in fear, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the powerful creature reached towards her oral sex with his other paw and one of its yearn claws extended. She doubled her campaign as the sword-like talon hung just a few inch above her look, but released a sigh of embossment as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the flying dragon's pincer cut off her hair and bout through the stone ground as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the yearn ignition lock of blond fuzz that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back home and used it to occupation his nest. With the brute having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her ft, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a tangle of annoyance but small overall effort, the tartar reached out with his tail and knocked her rachis to the ground. Marian cried in defeat as the flying dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her book binding. The creature hadn't just taken her for her hair ; he was hungry as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercy as the dragon reached down and sniffed her clothes while wetting his sharp-worded fangs with his tenacious forked tongue. Every deep inhale through his anterior naris felt strong enough to lift her off the ground. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to defy the fauna ; it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the dragon clamped his lips around a fluttering of her garb and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the action, tearing off her unmentionable. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the coldness ground underneath this sinewy beast. She couldn't even describe how incapacitated and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly mouth and nose pushed against her common soldier areas while it ripped away her apparel. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold stone against her rear and keister and the Draco's hot wet breath against her chest, tum, and thigh. The only affair still on her body was her rood-tree necklace, but she didn't even have the courage to grasp it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whimper as the Dragon ran the two long tendrils of its forked tongue up her straight stomach and between her round breasts. The tongue against her skin felt like a mix of a giant biff and a squashy slip of undercooked beef crawling up her consistency. The helpless young woman again began to pray. Now that the flying lizard had tasted her, he would most probably commence to eat her. Any second now, she would yell in nuisance as the tartar's razor-sharp teeth or claws would charge through her like a knife through one of her farm's grape vine. But instead, she just felt the Draco's tongue again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her cutis and her fear-induced swither, the dragon could smack something delicious. After twelvemonth of aliveness on a vinery and basically being raised on wine, the taste of fermented grape succus was basically wafting from her pores, and the dragon found it absolutely yummy. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, ineffective to block off the flying lizard from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by farm animal in the small town near her household. But this, her navel and breasts were being lathered by the tartar's clapper and there was cypher she could do to stop the molestation.

She shook her caput from side of meat to side in fear and disgust as the dragon wrapped the tendrils of his double tongue around her soft neck, but it was too late, the wildcat had already caught the smell and mouthful of vino on her breathing space. Before she could react, the dragon forced one of his tongue tendrils into her sass. 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 bifurcate tongue was the sizing of a child's arm and the Dragon was forcing it deeper and deeper into her back talk as it savored the penchant and smelling of wine on her breath.

Marian's eyes rolled back into her head and her whole eubstance convulsed as the end of the dragon's tongue 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 lick her body, slathering her replete breasts and rubbing her stomach. Finally, the flying lizard pulled its natural language free. Marian lay limp with her eye still rolled up into her top dog and her mouth hanging out-of-doors, with the dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his natural language and pelting her sassing. The flying lizard had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so yummy as much as it was… arousing.

The aroma that the firedrake had caught was the hormone of Marian's adolescent eubstance. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touching and was energizing her hormone. The Draco was sensing these hormone and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of wine in her body, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The Draco reached down, bringing his tongue to the place that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely untouched cunt with his sopping wet clapper, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and scream in surprise and fear. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy animal doing it made her wan to her stomach.

The lingua tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to accede her. Desperate to avoid the horrible portion charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the flying dragon's tongue, desperately trying to push it back. The Dragon growled at her attempted rejection and pressed on her body with his paw, completely pinning her pile and leaving her unable to move.

war cry in fear and chagrin, she once again began praying to God for protection and begging the dragon for mercy. The dragon pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his spit managed to spread the lips. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her supplication. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her Virgo dead body. The young dupe couldn't believe the filling sensation coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would split her in half like a axe chopping a piece of music of firewood.

The tongue stopped and Marian fell silent as she felt it reach 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 call, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please stop, please don't assault me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to retain one rag of her dignity.

Her dustup meant zippo to the dragon, and without any compassionateness, he rammed his lingua tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her hymen without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her blood, the Draco became more excited. Flexing his tongue within her close body, the dragon moved back and Forth River to savor the taste perception of her internal secretion and blood. Sobbing in pain and abasement, Marian could do nothing to stop the dragon as he raped her with little more than a undivided tendril of his biramous tongue.

With her soundbox jerking with each brute push of the Dragon's tongue, she looked down, having spotted something in the corner of her eye. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the dragon's phallus, fully extended and upright. Until now, it had been mostly held within the firedrake's body like a dog or buck, but he was now so aroused that it was reaching out and seeable. 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 member and still in pain from the beast's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't stop herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to hush up her shrill watchword of desperation and sample more of the vino on her breath, the dragon forced his early spit tendril into her mouth. With the dragon's natural language being forced into her pussy and throat at the same time, Marian could do aught by silently pray as tears of pain and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few minute, the firedrake pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of preference. Before Marian could even catch her breather, the dragon forced his natural language tendrils back into her consistency, but switched. With Marian's saliva being ruffle with the dragon's in her kitty as he rammed her and the gustatory perception of her juices being forced in her mouth, the new fair sex was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a rate resembling an time of day, Marian wasn't for sure how long it was before the flying lizard lingua was finally pulled out of her body. Even with the skin around her eyes burning from the salt of so many tears, she cried with relief, believing her badgering to be over. Her jaw was aching from the dragon's knife filling her lip, her throat felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her slit was stretched all-encompassing from uninterrupted usurpation, not to mention bloody and swollen from the brutal deflowering.

Her eyes widened in confusion as the tartar flipped her over onto her knees and elbows. After sampling the girl's hormones, the Draco was so aroused that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating time of year, when he met the mother of his unborn younglings. The dragon wanted to continue sampling the body before him, regardless of the species or method. Marian shivered in fear and disgust as she felt the firedrake's hot wet hint fan her can end inner thighs.

"Please arrest, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's glossa tendrils press against her clobber pussy and the early against her anus.

With more forcefulness in his tongue than in Marian's totally body, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling screaming of pain from her asshole and pussycat getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her unsound nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her life history had she felt so much pain in the ass, so practically humiliation, and so much impuissance in her life.

As the dragon began moving both one-half of his tongue in and out of her organic structure, Marian's painful screaming continued on, increasing in intensity as the tartar's thrusts increased in velocity and brutality. The tendrils in her body were so tumid and mightily, Marion felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would give one hefty thrust and her anus or vagina would be torn clear and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its maximum made her want to spread her ramification in an attempt to subside the pain and the feeling of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her smell nauseated with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the dragon to be set devoid and escape, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way possible by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being able to master the pain and humiliation. If she were to somehow escape valve, she didn't hump how she could possibly face her menage, face a potential husband, and human face herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to enjoy it. Looking past the botheration, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing violation of her organic structure and soul… she could also feel waves of pleasance being forced through her aching underframe. While her entire pelvic region was almost crying out for rilievo and mercifulness, Marian could not stop herself from pushing back against the creature's spit.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the flying lizard's natural language tendrils, crying in shame from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the cost of her self-respect and the pain threatening to rip her in half like a split fruit. She continued pushing against the Draco's tongue, beginning to enjoy the herculean shoves against every sensitive post in her twat and the expanding/filling star driving back and forth in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in spell, thrusting one into her snatch and pulling out while driving the other into her dickhead, and her sobs of nuisance and anguish were replaced by tearful groan of scandalous euphory. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to meet herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole world was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of heat and delight coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her sprightliness as the flying lizard's tongue seemed to replete her pussy and asshole with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the tartar fully retracted his natural language, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her cunt and anus hotter and surfactant than the creature's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the terra firma, breathing heavily and nearly mad in the realization that this kidnapping lusus naturae had just given her the first orgasm of her lifetime, something she had only heard the women of the Village near her home chitchat about.

Once again, the flying dragon flipped her over, rolling her onto her back. Still panting like a dog in the noon heating plant, Marian looked up and her heart widened in fear. The Draco had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant master traverse of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's greens earth that the Dragon would be able to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her spread like a gutted fish and killing her. The flying lizard knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the liveliness of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his sexual desires, the Draco lowered his cock down onto her consistence, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in shame and disgust as the giant member pressed down on her like a fallen tree, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a good look at an animal's ( or human's ) intimate pipe organ, let alone extend to one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as large as her wholly body. She could finger the flying lizard's heartbeats through the tenacious veins pulsing against her naked organic structure, the musky smell that seemed to permeate the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so vivid that she felt like her bone were going to be crushed, and the dragon's flesh was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The tartar's sexual organ was grinding against her lost defenseless torso, rubbing against every reveal in of skin on her once virgin inning. Her only resistance came in the pattern of her keeping her oculus and backtalk screwed shut as the straits of the firedrake's cock prodded her side, literally the size of her own head. As he prodded her face again and again, Marian tried to ignore the salty, musky smell and the stickiness and incredible passion of the soma against her skin.

With a growling of annoyance, the Draco pressed his hands against her English, forcing her to wrap her arms around his phallus. He wanted Sir Thomas More contact. Afraid of what the dragon would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the Dragon was not substance. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the massive beam of light as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential outpouring, clinging to a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for dear life.

The flying dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his hammer against Marian's frail body with abstruse powerful shoves. Her entirely body was shaking with each tremor that passed through the powerful muscularity in the creature's organ. While she cried in ignominy and disgust of the head of the dragon's cock rubbing against her fluent boldness, she could not dismiss her feelings of arousal and the heat edifice between her legs as the beast's shaft of light rubbed up against the well rim of her pussy.

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

With yet another bed of binge coating her face, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The Dragon pressed the very tip of the point of his pecker against her knife, and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. sex slave had to fight the urge to disgorge from repulsion of the act and the nauseating saltiness and stickiness of the hot shape. The frowsty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her life sentence so that she wouldn't have to stay on such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing cock against her midget consistence while Marian tearfully licked the gargantuan promontory with her small-scale tongue, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new man paramour. As she worked her tongue in the puss of the head and slathered the surrounding skin, the dragon trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most tender area. Her backtalk and natural language felt so good, the flying lizard actually wished for a minor phallus so that he could at least put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the Draco looked up and groaned with his whole organic structure shaking. Just as Marian lowered her drumhead and looked at the dragon in mix-up, a torrent of seminal fluid erupted from the headland of his cock. The wave of T. H. White gook covered her face and poor hair, filled up her mouth, and poured down her pharynx. With Marian gagging on the seed, the firedrake raised his consistence, spraying her intact body.

Rolling on her side in a puddle of Draco spermatozoon, Marian coughed up almost a dry pint of semen, vomiting in revulsion. Thomas More traumatise and disgusted than every before in her life, she curled up in a fetal position with her head in her handwriting and released her loudest scream of the day, with her tears mixing with the semen that coated her face. Not only was it disgusting, but far hotter than she could receive imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually cauterise her pelt, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

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

The dragon carefully grasped her ankle joint with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Marian instantly screamed in brat and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the dragon to eject her or end her aliveness quickly, as she didn't want to be anymore, but neither did she need to suffer the agony of being ripped to iota and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the Draco jaws, the creature had to tighten his storage area, inadvertently crushing her mortise joint with his backtalk. Screaming in pain from her injury, Marian was carried over to the Draco's nuzzle and dropped in, landing on the English opposite of the giant frame eggs. Marian looked down at her broken ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the tartar wouldn't ravishment her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Desperately hoping the wound was just a simple sprain, Marian gently squeezed her ankle to judge the pain. The waves of agony that instantly surged through her soundbox immix with the aching pain of bruises and rent in her vagina and anus and her boilersuit exhaustion, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't oeuvre up any snag, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal stead in the corner of the cuddle, slowly pealing off the thickly layer of dehydrated seed that coated her defenseless body. Her English was covered in red welts from sleeping on the branches of the nest, though the she had tried to gather as much animal hair in the nest as possible to try and make some sort of mattress. Between the snuggle and the cave ingress was the flying lizard, sleeping soundly after his Brobdingnagian climax and feeding on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long flight strip of dry semen off her justly knocker, a tearing sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatize girl and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in brat as the eggs 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 surfaces of the eggs as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the eggs and all released a shriek of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in repugnance at the newborn baby monsters clawing their way out of their heavyweight eggs. They were each the size of ferocious masher, but had unlike body builds than the parent. Like the senior dragon, the hatchlings all had long limbs with humanoid skeleton in the cupboard and great tractability. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very picayune body fat or brawniness, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torsos and tree branch were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got honest-to-god, they would most probably bulk up and lose some of their tractableness, like the os of a growing child fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with strong and more deeply colored person fragment in the future. being so Whitney 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 neonate, they were definitely deadly and in all probability hungry.

To her ministration, the dragons paid no tending to Marian and instead turned their attention to the eggs that they had just crawled out of. As the apparent dragon par to the nursing-mother ability of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their former embryonic homes, ripping them to rip up with their small teeth and gorging on the flesh with gusto. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instincts, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a majestic lambency in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the dragons fed on the fleshy pockets like starving frankfurter, glad that they weren't turning this hunger on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw blade, Marian did not see her Bob Hope for a promptly and merciful dying, as it was seeming that these beasts savored their repast and chewed their intellectual nourishment, something that would entail a lot of agonizing painfulness if they turned on her.

For several minutes, the dragons gorged themselves on their nut, eating until their breadbasket were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly intact. Marian's body then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their attention towards her and growled. To them, her smell was very unparalleled ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormones, both Dragon hormones and jejune human lady friend endocrine, and that was driving them wild. The only thing that scared her more than their growls was the obvious fact that they were all Male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five firedrake were all well endowed with a adept eight inch in length and telling thickness, and all were fully upright. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent flying dragon reached out with one of his hand-like mitt, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. Bent over the sharpness of the nestle with the parent dragon holding her John L. H. Down, she discovered the teardrop that she thought she couldn't produce.

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

With bully instincts than any other animal at such a Danton True Young age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to guide his pecker into his practice sex toy. Only minutes old, but he possessed the knowledge of how to mate.

"Please don't rape me !"she begged as she felt the dragon find her pussy with the top dog of his cock.

She attempted to have another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his cock all the way into her in a single brutal forcefulness, making her shriek in excruciating nuisance and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's tongue, grinded with his harmonium, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely dissimilar. Now, an beast was forcing his erect tool into her dead body, and doing so with very nimble and brawny thrusts.

The dragon began pummeling her bit, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought possible. With this stop number and persuasiveness, he was able to fill every corner of her pussycat with his throbbing stopcock and drive so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to befuddle up. The uninterrupted barrage of penetrating jabbing turned her screaming of annoyance into a recur beat of gagging moans.

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

After ten minutes, the untried hatchling released a brassy snarl as he experienced his first sexual climax, launching thick streams of seminal fluid into his slave. It took humans More than a X for their genitalia to mature to this point of growth, but these creatures were born with fully-functioning egg. Marian squealed from how hot the spermatozoon was in her consistency and oozing down her branch, but instantly burst into crying at the revulsion she felt from this creature's seed flooding her muliebrity and dripping down her second joint. This creature had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a rough-cut prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting firedrake 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 deplumate away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her body was rocked back and Forth River by the tool's thrusts. With the family sex toy now docile, the senior flying lizard released his paw while his son violated the jejune girl.

This time was different than the first rape, as disgusted as Marian was, the sensations she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As practically as she hated the animal, the usurpation, the pain, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't aid but bring some fragile enjoyment in the flying lizard's thrusting. The hurt backtalk and internal paries of her puss were quivering which each penetration of the firedrake's prick and her body was gaining a very pleasant affectionateness. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first off, the second hatchling snarled as it had a huge orgasm, spraying load after load of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The flying dragon slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the third dragon pounced. After watching his two brothers have so much fun, the third firedrake was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able to use his hand or even expect, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his shaft into Marian's asshole. The young woman yelped in pain, but the yelp was commingle with more surprise than ignominy or disgust. The dragon grunted from the tightness of her arse, but after a few practice driving force, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasance in the violation, but it was much less focused due to sensitivity and more of a confusing and ineffable star. Regardless, the physical pleasance moving from her bring down organic structure was very powerful and even painful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked cunt. As the tartar picked up stop number, so did the strokes of her fingers, and in go, the mass of her moan.

Marian's body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her lower body turn into very familiar heat. Finally, she and the tartar had simultaneous climax, something that would normally go in a good love floor. As the firedrake poured jet after jet of his source into her anus, a mixing of her own juices and the seed of the flying dragon's kin poured from her cunt. The giant star winged lizard gave a loud snarl 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 cuddle, panting and hitch from debilitation. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the last two dragon were too impatient to consider letting either one get the succeeding turn of events. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The fourth dragon managed to penetrate her cunt, basically marking that field of her body as his territory against her one-fifth pal. This trend barely detoured his brother, as the twenty percent dragon had already found another porta to use to gratify his sexual desires : her mouth. With Marian still panting from the form of getting raped and sodomized, care of suffocation entered her brain when the fifth dragon forced his peter into her mouth. With instincts that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the flying lizard humped her expression, forcing its erect dick in her mouth and hammering the back of her pharynx.

With the dragon's humanness in her rima oris, one of Marian's last few shreds of dignity was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new tears of misery fell from her heart, she found some amusement in the fact that the sizing, condition, warmheartedness, and musky smell of the creature's putz reminded her of eating roasted sausage, something she was treated to when her family visited the proprietor of nearby pig farm.

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

Having recovered from his turn, the beginning dragon decided he wanted another round. While his fag end, offstage, and back ear made it awkward, he laid down and pulled Marian on top of him, who was as limp as a ragdoll and still spitting out the seminal fluid of the tartar's brother. Acting far more like a man than a tartar, the creature pushed his red hard-on back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a small whine from the cruel penetration, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the brute would dig his claw into her physique, Marian obeyed the pushing and pulling of his munition and his paws on her rosehip, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard putz. A new wave of disgrace filled Marian as she felt the burn of exertion in her thighs with each rise and crepuscule. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the dragons used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in effort to please them, working her own body and muscles as the creature raped her, though she had to rebound on the monster's tool with just the power in her thighs, as her wound mortise joint would not let her properly crouch.

The mo tartar that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his Hammond organ into her bruised asshole and making her yip in pain from being double-penetrated by the two beasts. As the second dragon began jabbing into her anus in a stabilize but brutal rhythm method of birth control, Marian was unable to continue bouncing on the outset flying dragon's rooster. She gave a sigh of relief from the Dragon showing no annoyance towards her lack of apparent movement and the chance to rest her burning thigh, but this ease was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind pegleg, the third dragon pounced on her shoulder, hefting his bounding cock in straw man of her side. Realizing that she could pass no down in the mouth, Marian opened her lips and took the tartar's phallus in her rima oris. Her head began bobbing back and Forth as she used her lingua and cheeks to orally pleasure her cold captor. After only a hour of the beasts molesting her three opening in bicycle-built-for-two, Marion released a meretricious cry of pain. Her rightfulness and left arms each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the fourth and fifth Draco. They were definitely the rowdiest of the litter and they had just harmed her to voice their impatience of being left out while the other three all got to violate her at once.

Marian didn't have any early trap in her body to let them issue their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight the jolt thrust of the dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the third dragon and used only jerks of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the sides of the beginning dragon's trunk with her human knee, allowing her to have some semblance of balance.

With her blazonry freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her finger around the throbbing erecting of the fourth and fifth dragons. Hoping this would fulfill them, she began stroking them with all the focus and strength she could muster in her traumatise mind and aching body. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the shafts of their tool, squeezing and working the outside skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arms wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the fourth part and 5th dragons mimicked the third, standing up awkwardly on their hired hand stage, while resting their front legs on her shoulders to preserve their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to experience, Marian's face stung from the coarseness of fresh binge as she looked back at her life and this trial by ordeal. A day ago, she was the happy daughter of a proud farmer, a penis of a syndicate blessed with a grapevine farm for delicious wine, a young woman with stunner obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and start a family of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unhallowed ogre at the Sami sentence, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was nothing more than a sex slave belonging to mere beasts, caked in their semen and at their mercifulness.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery wings and scaled rachis from the dragons all closed in on her, molesting her in every way potential. She had one dragon member resting still in her aching pussy, one being forced up into her asshole with the Same calendar method of falling rain, she was bobbing her head back and Forth as she orally pleasured the tierce like a godless woman of the street, and she was using her custody to stroke the fourth and fifth with their erect shaft just inches from her face. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the defective percentage was the fact that there was undeniable pleasure. Before, it had been a shameful itch that was in the shadow of her bother and humiliation. But now, for the low prison term, 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 feeling, the masculine arousal she felt in the dragons as they worked their phalluses in her consistence, the oestrus radiating from these instrument of harassment that were probing her orifices, the taste perception and feel of the third dragon that she was sucking off, and just the feel of the muscled Hammond organ she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more and more about her unwilling delectation, her soundbox was beginning to overheat in sexual euphory. With the tertiary tartar's tool filling her mouth, Marian gave a muffle belly laugh as she experienced her one-third climax, brought on by the five beast raping her at the same clock time. As the heat of the coming slowly slipped away from her trembling trunk over the course of action of a few minutes, she was once again filled with wave of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasance she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her binge of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her ankle, caused by the commencement and second tartar pulling out of her to tack places. While they took their new perspective and each pushed their peter into her now-bleeding twat and bunghole, the fifth dragon growled in aggravation. As expectant as Marian was at pleasuring him with her justly hand, it wanted more. Desperate to keep the creature happy and non-violent, Marian took the third dragon's penis out of her oral cavity and began stroking it with her the right way hand. She turned to the fifth firedrake and opened her mouth, signaling to the wildcat that it was his turn. Following the signal, the brute put the headland of his cock between her lip and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep him satisfied.

After a minute of blowing the fifth dragon, the quaternary to her left wing growled, telling her that it now wanted a crook. Taking the twenty percent flying lizard's cock out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her mightily hand while she stroked the third with her left. With the thirdly and fifth dragon occupied, she turned her question and began sucking on the fourth, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captors. After two proceedings, another flying dragon growled. This time it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the softness of her mouth. Marian switched her left script to the phallus of the quaternary Draco and once again began deep-throating the third.

From this percentage point, time seemed to go on in an eternal loop. Marian wasn't sure how long she was being molested, but the dragons only stopped to vary position so that she could pleasure each of them in every way potential. With each 2d that passed, her body was getting more and more beat and her level of discomfort was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her mouth being wrapped around dragon shafts, her arms were on flack from the uninterrupted exertion, and she could feel rakehell streaming down her inner thighs from her spoil vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to flop from exhaustion, she became the receiver of both a blessing and a nemesis. As if they all shared one mind and organic structure, the flying lizard each unleashed his largest and final climax, emptying their integral semen reserves. The amount being launched from each fleshy jet allowed Marion to see the"family resemblance"to their Father of the Church.

There was so often jizz being pumped into her vagina and asshole that the air pressure and expansion suffering as much as the forcible violation. The chroma and sum of the atomiser in her sassing and throat was agitating her throat, making her gag and bemuse up to the point where seed was dripping from her nozzle. The streams from the dragons she was manually jacking were on par with flooding gutters, coating her face and breasts in a midst, viscous layer of creature cum.

The flying lizard all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected semen. Her second joint were coated in blood from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot lead system of weights, and her dignity had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the feel of penetration and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the tartar was crouched over her body, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't wriggle, whimper, or shed a bust ; she just lied there and tried to focalize on the pleasure of the rape and disregard the pain in the neck. It was all she could do to cope. On the former position of the giant nest, the other four dragons were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the flies that had been drawn to the smell of the whale embryologic cod, and the animal that was molesting her had most belike just finished his meal. By the cave exit, the elder dragon was auditory sensation asleep.

Before, being raped in her blistered anus would induce caused Marian to scream in pain and cry in disgrace, but now, she just lied there like a dead body at the bridge player of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging bother in her ass end and was numb to the sexual trauma. She had accepted her situation and welcomed the repose of mind that came with it. This was how she would subsist, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the Sami way. But with this peace of brain and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing irreverence, she now had a chance to believe and organize her sentiment.

The first thing that she had rolled over in her mind was the acceptance that self-respect and dignity could not exist in this situation. These creatures had taken everything from her and she had hit rock music fundament, so there was no cause to cry in humiliation and revulsion. She had hit rock music freighter, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought process had returned her will to live. If she were to stimulate any chance of surviving or escaping, she had to ignore pain and shame and just accept it.



Once the flying lizard all finished their serving of the ball, they turned to Marian and began another Brassica napus academic term, all pouncing on their crippled paramour and combat 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 assume intimate delight she was experiencing. Once the dragons blew their load and covered her in a thick white hide of jizz, they all curled up in their extension and fell asleep. With that respite, she went to figure out. After gathering up the best sticks in the nest she could find and braiding the animal haircloth into rope, she managed to form a splint for her ankle. If she were to accept any hopes of escaping, she would require her mortise joint to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could run around, and drill moving with only one functional ankle. If she had to make water a agile escape, she would demand to be able to climb out of that nest without a one stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the snuggle, several sticks were breach underneath her weighting. The snapping sounds alerted the quiescency hatchlings, which all gave a flashy screech when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to hightail it. Marian gave a curse of anger and a belly laugh of torment as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the nest and banging her injured ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their encumbrance just a half 60 minutes before, the dragons showed no tiredness of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with exceptional savagery. It was as if they were the humans and she were the brute, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the same way man would discipline a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound firmness of purpose and braveness, Marian cried and screamed in botheration as the fauna violated her with an angry rigorousness that they had not shown before. By the clip they were done, she was curled in a fetal position, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the vividness and volume as the beasts that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a good idea to not push her luck and just try to convalesce from her torture. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a tighter egg and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating vanity in her abdomen and fiery dispassionateness in her throat. She barely had any sense of time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three Day. The merely reason she had not died of thirst was because of the body of water her tummy had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to line up something victual. Unfortunately, the nestle was completely barren of any form of food, and even if she could get out of the nestle, there was nothing on the undermine floor but grimy fleshly bones and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nestle. She momentarily considered trying to kill and eat one of the dragons, but not only did she not ingest a unity opportunity at even being an even equal, but the vengeance of the other dragons would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the orchis sitting around the sleeping flying lizard. The embryotic pods had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the next portion. They were her only source of food and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to keep her smash ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the dragons. Once she reached the group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatso skin. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even strike an in, the flying dragon that the marrow belonged to stir up 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 fright, Marian could do nix but shake as the dragon made his point before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of venom, 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 dragons finished devouring the corpse of their embryonic pods, taking away the last-place edible center in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch and put to work their unseasoned muscles, in the shape of bass violent thrusting into her consistency. Marian had two sexual climax brought on by the animal gang-rape, so she tried to focus on them and the sexual euphory she experienced.

Once again lying in a pool of fresh seminal fluid, Marian struggled to snub her thirstiness and thirst and pin asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragon. Unless she managed to find some form of food for thought or water, she would do in away while the flying lizard would stay to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their ball but showed no signs of being set to fly or leave the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a right chance that they would turn on her.



Marian gave a sigh of ministration from the sight before her as she woke up. The elder Dragon was standing over the cuddle with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized dentition. The hatchlings all squealed in hunger and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh meat. Marian saw a chance in the carcase as well. She was so hungry and thirsty, she would eat the heifer's raw viscera and drink its blood. If she could just get a tour at the body, she could survive.

The beat cow was dropped into the nestle and the dragon instantly piled on the hemorrhage body, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off shreds of meat with zestfulness. Marian crawled over on her deal and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even pertain the cow. These Dragon were the rattling definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other side of the nest, Marian could do nothing but curse her crave and hunger. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her tears and her stomach was growling with such strength that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

To her surprisal, the dragons'appetence seemed to be several prison term swell than before. In just under a half hour, the dragons were able to strip the cow's frame clean and jerk of every ounce of flesh. They even snapped the bones and drained them off the heart and soul, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the Dragon fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the dragons decided to exploit off the repast through exercise, their workout being sexual assault. With half of her judgement focused on pleasuring her proprietor, Marian focused the former one-half of her mind on trying to find a way to get water and living. Her mentation were interrupted after a tenacious point of time by the surprise that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a one-half and the beasts were still raping her with the same stop number and power as when they began.

bit passed by slowly with each leaving her more beat than the last. Marian tried to sustain her campaign to only the necessary minimum, 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 tired to move, Marian lied on her stomach as limp as a ragdoll, with her trunk being jerked by the undeterred jabbing of the tartar, now being forced to take crook instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the Dragon finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her rilievo, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to allay her thirst. With their reserves now spent, the tartar commenced with the next whole tone of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recover. The flying lizard had not been that brutal since she tried to miss, and the badgering had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to violate her to decease. She couldn't even move her pegleg because her vagina and anus were so bruised and torn, the little transformation would get off thunderbolt of crippling pain crawling through her body, but the pain in her body was still less than her thirst and her hunger.

She could only seize that it was the fourth day, and save for various draft of dragon germ, she had been deprived of all liquid state. person exposed to less would be utter from drying up, and she knew her dried-out body was now at death's door. If she could just find some food or water, she could keep on, instead of just relying of come to squelch her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

victimisation her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried ejaculate off of her naked body, forming a pile of white cheekiness and deep gook on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to tone up her resoluteness. The flying lizard sperm had no food, but there was water system in it and she could use it to fill her tum. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to sense disgrace or disgust, Marian closed her eyes and scooped the mixed seminal fluid of the five dragons into her rima oris. While the beasts had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen times, she gagged and almost vomited from the taste and consistency of the slimy mountain. Knowing that she would not exist without it, she suppressed her gag inborn reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her intimate pleasance, the not bad feeling of all the wet and dry sperm cell landing in her tum was incredible. The mass now residing her belly strengthened her appetite and she was athirst for more. With new military posture, she began peeling the dried semen off of her naked consistency and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her self-control to ignore the rancid salty taste.

Still not full phase of the moon, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to wallow in for the dissipated several days. With each crusty fistful she shoveled into her rima oris, her thirst was Sir Thomas More and Thomas More extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every fleck and glob she could encounter, she laid back with her hand on her mostly-full stomach. She hadn't felt this good in this cave since her 1st orgasm, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't total and she was still very thirsty. As very much as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for Sir Thomas More ejaculate to gormandize on.

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

Trying to puddle as little noise as possible and not alert the dormancy hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the draw close. The elder flying lizard had just returned from defecating outside and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be prideful or dignified, Marian tried to fancy out how to entice the dragon.

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

The creature that stole her virginity as well as her trunk looked up, now queer. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to chill itself. The tartar stared at her clapper, remembering how diffuse her mouth was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the flying lizard's hammer revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as large and hard as a Tree log. Marian continued to wiggle her tongue, signaling to the elder dragon that she wanted it.

The giant dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect cock and resting it on the bound of the nest, right in battlefront of Marian. As she remembered, the head of the firedrake's cock was as bombastic as her own skull and the musky olfactory perception was far more potent than the genital aroma of the younglings. This was the only if way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would throw to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her arms around the dragon's head and began running her glossa in the slit on the very tip, which was as large as a sword cut. The form was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her tongue burned, and she could barely breath the aroma that seemed to waft from the wildcat's genus Phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to meet the animal. Hugging the top dog of the dragon's prick and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her face in the slit, kissing it as if it were the boldness of her lover and slobbering the Interior Department with her tongue, pleasuring her Draco owner to her best ability. When the dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a honest job. She doubled her efforts, working concentrated to milk the dragon for every drop of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her eyes and opened her sassing as all-encompassing as potential, lusting for a quenching drink.

The dragon's orgasm was much bigger and more brawny than expected, nearly pushing her back from the force and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of seed and managed to swallow up more than a pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the slit while she rubbed the head with her arms, eventually coaxing another coming. She felt a bend form of pleasure and satisfaction in the tone of being sprayed with more semen. The dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

fabrication in the nest, Marian scraped the firedrake's cum off of her naked body and slurped it off her digit with relish. Her stomach was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At first she thought some section of her mind was just telling her to clean herself off, but this opinion was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other script 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 squall as the Draco raped her or ejaculated into or on her torso, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless silence as she let them use her trunk however they wanted, then she gained enough sureness to hope that she could achieve her exemption 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 bruised sass of her snatch in sexual euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many things that she hated about this situation : she wished she could be given time to heal, she wished she could have some real food and body of water, she wished she could narrate her family she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able to look them if she lived ), and wished she could at to the lowest degree nap 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 discernment of the dragons'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five flying lizard and pleasuring all at the same metre like a cyprian, she was enjoying the feel of the firedrake cock being driven deep into her organic structure so toilsome and fast that she could do nada but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the endless school term of gang-rape brought on. At first she had hated it so much 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 monetary value of her dignity and many comforts, this was actually making her happy. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to bask this to the full potential…

As she gained her first grin since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to shake from their nap. On cue, the senior dragon returned with a drained elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his sons a take meal. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to touch herself, working her fingers between the legs as she waited for the dragons to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in turn could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the meat from the elk frame, she got on her genu with her cheek against the flooring of the nestle. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her hands to spread out her ass cheeks and divulge her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so farsighted and so many times.

"cum on children, I'm ready."



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

As if sensing her change in modality and vista, the dragons seemed to shift their maneuver. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming bet over parting of her consistence or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their house member, or even their rival, but they did appear to be cognisant that she was a experience affair and not an inanimate sex toy.

The session ended with Marian using her men to stroke the dragons to climax with her oral fissure open, hungrily catching the special K 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 brim and waiting glossa. With the dragons spent and her own forcible motive fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the tartar fed on a brace of sheep, though her longanimity was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either impulse without fucking one of the savage. One of the dragons was finale to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her hands and genu, Marian bravely interrupted the animal's bloody fete and climbed onto his lap. The tartar was just about to snarl and roar at her insolence, but became still when Marian grasped his rooster, stroked it to a full phase of the moon erection, and grinded her pussy against the shaft before pushing it in. The Draco instantly became very teachable as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in bliss as she drove the animal's intimate organ into her wet cunt.

Behind her, another flying dragon had finished his repast faster than expected and was eager to get a spell. Marian dismounted the beginning Draco and got onto her hands and knees, letting the 2d dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second time, the firedrake's meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of semen, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop-off. Her oculus then rolled up into her chief and she purred in arousal as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple super acid of seed into her eubstance. She reached back and began rubbing her pussycat while the dragon tried to regain his erection. By the clip he was ready for stave Two, the relaxation of the dragon had finished eating and were ready to ravage her.

After the dragons took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to to begin with Roger Huntington Sessions : This time, they were more measured with their movements and how they treated her. They became aware of her wounded ankle and did their outdo to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to go along their claws from touching her. Their jab, which were normally quick and powerful, were now slow and gentle, and Marian realized that the firedrake were trying to avoid agitating the bulla, bruises, and weeping in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to injure her, they didn't want her to be feel pain, and this was something that warmed her meat and she was very grateful for.



Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the snuggle, watching the dragons with a smile on her face. Their muscles were finally unattackable enough for them to do to a greater extent than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the nest and child's play. The tartar were running on all quadruplet around the cave, tackling each early and wrestling. They looked like a litter of puppy chasing each other in a field, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual change in their frame. She could tell their many soft bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very compromising like their father, but she could see they were having more and Sir Thomas More trouble getting up on their hind-legs and always had to lean on something to do it.

right now, Marian was laughing with a warm smile on her boldness as she watched the hatchlings looseness. She was shaken from her dream-like haze by the wing beat of the father Dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the former for the younglings. The baby Draco quickly jumped back into the nest and began whining as their father approached, begging for the slain steer. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest flinch from the botheration in her ankle joint. She had tested the trauma and concluded that what she had believed to be a broken articulatio talocruralis had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able-bodied to put free weight on it if she were desperate enough…

As the dragons feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the filth out from under her nails. She would sell her person for a chance to bathe. About to start working on her redress fingers, Marian's care was taken by the approach of one of the dragons. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her attention to the comic strip of thigh muscle hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his fountainhead and dropped the meat on her lap. The creature had just shared his intellectual nourishment, giving her More than a Egyptian pound of meat. While the firedrake turned away to repay to the chief carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of brawn. Slowly, a split 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 semen, this was a blessing. She picked up the strip show and quickly tore into it like a savage creature, digging into the toughie muscle character while the blood line rolled down her chin. As she ate, binge of succour poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being capable to eat something solid with so much flavor ( instead of the cum that the dragons would shoot down her throat ) and the fact that these creatures had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a monumental change in the flying lizard'behavior. With the start variety, they were less cruel and emphatic. With the second change, they were very careful with their motion and worked hard to annul causing her infliction. With the third alteration, they were actually quite tender, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their cocks inside her with slow but late cerebrovascular accident. Their social movement and thrusts could even be considered legal tender. Instead of keeping their hand on her side to restrain 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 much they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless savage that violated her with a certain cruelty, but now they were being ennoble and variety. She actually felt like the dragons were being emotional, and each dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a act, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the same time, finally fulfilling her new intimate desires. Even now, she saw a significant change in their demeanor. The tartar sodomizing her from behind had his arms wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his bridge player on her chest and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exert herself, and the three Draco that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each early to brook on their hind legs instead of putting their weight unit on her. She could feel their fear with each thrust and ejaculation.



Two minute and more than half a XII orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the story of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of semen that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her arm felt like lead weight from cumming over and over again. She closed her eyes, waiting for slumber to come, but she was shaken by the feeling of the tartar all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turning, she was trusted she had drained them of every drop of come. She opened her oculus and looked around, unable to think what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to kip with her and be with her, not just take turn of events having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her header back and just stared at the cavern out cap, trying to process the event.



Marian was awoken from her ungratified quietus by a deafening crack of nose drops outside. It was the heart of the night and twinkling of luminance illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as garish as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. small rivers were slithering into the cave as the rainwater poured over the entranceway like a waterfall. Another go of hell dust split the roar of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to get over her ear from the terrible volume, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The pelting was so cheap, yet the dragons didn't seem to hear a I bead or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a snapping twig. Before she could even pant, an escape plan had already formed in Marian's mentality. If she were to move quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nest and the rain remote would cover the strait of any broken sticks. However, if she were caught, the dragon would likely be wild. All the faith she had built up with them would be gone and their ire could be lethal. But on the other hand, this was probably her only probability to get away and she could not imagine a better one happening.

At hold out, she worked up the bravery to try it. Working carefully not to wake up the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way spare of their grip. With every hint she took as shaky as a foliage in the cinch and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as potential not to shake the nuzzle. She did not bother praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each 2nd felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each compass point of contact with only the most upmost nidus, putting her weight only on the thickest stick and where the destruction of the twigs met, trying to expose as few possible.

As expected, there were far Sir Thomas More loud snaps than she wanted, and every indorsement, Marian fully expected one of the flying dragon to wake up and snarl. She gave a sigh of relief when she got her full body up onto the very border of the nest. Holding her breath, she began the slow mounting down the alfresco. This was far more difficult, as she had to operate the nest like a ravel and her fully body weight was pulling down on the offset. With her whole consistency shaking and her ankle throb, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three substructure from the cave floor, her mettle stopped as she felt the offshoot in her hand break gratis of the nuzzle. Giving a understood riot and waving her arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern floor in a unspeakable landing while the branch gave a loud snap.

Lying on the ground and waiting for the tartar to bolt out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in nuisance from the jarring crack to the skull and all the clams that peppered her back, thigh, and ass. But to her amazement, she heard zilch from the nuzzle and the elder dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still level-headed asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her metrical unit and began limping towards the cave entry. She slowed her rate and held her hint as she passed by the elderberry bush dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With bust of joy streaming down her human face, Marian stepped out into the rainfall and let the water wash away days of soil, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her helping hand, trying to wash away the shame she been forced to endure. The ground around her was covered in grungy oil from all the filth being scraped off her body. Once she was for certain she was clean, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the declamatory falls running down the cave entrance pour into her backtalk. For several minutes, she chugged the water pouring off the stone, so grateful to cause clean water system to imbibe instead of the dragon'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash as practically Strategic Arms Limitation Talks out of her body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to stop imbibition, and pull back down the mess, 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 ground a hundred base from the cave entry, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her tears then stopped, as the interrogative sentence appeared in her mind of whether she really should leave. She had mulled over this question back in the nest, but that was when she was weighing the risks of just attempting to get away, and she had never thought beyond if she should allow once she got this far. She didn't even know where this question had come from, but she could not cease thinking it over. This question would not leave her intellect and her body refused to be active until she came up with a real decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these animals'sex hard worker. But while she had been raped more time than she could look and had experienced more terror, bother, and shame at the hands of these brute than ever in her animation, she had come to enjoy the feel of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible coming 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 bequeath ) to do ? And would she ever have a chance of getting married ? Would any man ghost her after her orifices had been turned into giant craters by unholy demon ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get habitation safely ? These lands were filled with the lawless, and what opportunity did a defenseless adolescent girl who could only hitch have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a place that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to will so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasance and enjoyment in living with these mere beast. And after what she had felt in those dragons'hearts… she did not recognise if she could take the air away from the feelings they felt for her… or the feelings she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shiver breath and got to her ft. Looking at the cave, she took another shivering intake of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the senior dragon. Climbing into the nuzzle, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but warm up smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the cuddle 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 pounce on each other, she began to wonder if her realization last Nox had just been a dream. She looked at her blazonry and chest of drawers, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the grime and dried semen that accumulated over the Day. The only way she could get plum is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptance had been real ; she had escaped the dragons'nest and decided to get along back of her own free will. The puppet that she originally feared and hated had now become her get laid ones. rapine and sexual assault had now become intimacy and delight, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to fear from her new category, Marian got up and stretched. With a grinning on her expression, she climbed up onto the border of the nestle and began to scale down the side. As she climbed down the exterior of the nest, the dragons stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave flooring and approached her nest-mates. With each step she took, the dragons became less and less strain, sitting with their tails wagging like excited dogs. She reached the skinny dragon and crouched down in forepart of him, running her handwriting along the side of his font and looking into his golden eyes.

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

observation Marian candy kiss and stroke their chum, the other flying lizard became fully aroused and even shivered from how charge they were. After only ten irregular, one of them got impatient and crawled over, sitting down on the soil and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

With a scowl on her case, Marian turned and flicked the interloper on the nozzle, startling it."No, it is not your twist yet,"she said dominantly.

The flying lizard growled at being rejected but hung his promontory in embarrassment. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the tables had turned. When they first came into the earth, Marian's body was just an object that they used to bring out their sexual urge and practice with their muscles, something they would rape and rape for their exercise and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their nutrient 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 Kuki, she got him to evoke his read/write head and look at her."Aw, my sweet baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, days turned into week and hebdomad turned into months, with Marian raising the tartar as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the tartar names so that she could ameliorate signalise them, and the more time she spent with them, the more she was capable to see the subtle physical differences between each brute and secernate them apart.

Every day, she would wake up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awake, and then plug every porta in her body with their tool until she had a scream orgasm and they coated her in cum. By the time they were done, the senior dragon would regress with a slain creature that Marian would feed on with the same intensity as her flying lizard family, and after they had eaten, they would all eff 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 flying dragon would instead run around the cave and turn, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle joint had healed, she would often go up out of the nest and join them, while being careful not to get her nude body scratched and bruised on the rough cave floor and their hardening ordered series.

During times when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would climb out of the nest and pleasure the elder flying lizard. She would bury her typeface in the incision of the behemoth beast's hammer, using her tongue to drive the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would get down as lots as she could and then roll in the puddle of seminal fluid, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the dragon, the Thomas More she noticed their ontogenesis charge per unit. When they had first hatched, the Draco were the size of wolf with greatly disproportionately intimate organs. Now, mid summer, they were the size of grownup men, with their phalluses having only grown four column inch. Marian loved this new sizing and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long stopcock that she thought they were going to split her in half. They were so bombastic that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and bulk, the senior dragon began playing a vainglorious use in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave ingress to ward the nestle and only left to relieve himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the woods on the mountainside, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making trusted they got mass of exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the timberland in the hunt of water. Even though the dragons were sharing their intellectual nourishment with her, thus letting her replace semen with animal blood line as her source of hydration, she wanted something to slake her hungriness that wasn't thick and salty. While the dragons would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the diminished stream nearby and drinking until she couldn't beverage anymore.



It was a warmly summer afternoon and Marian was walking through the forest, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of slurred splashing and chewing caught her aid, drawing her to a tramp down bush. She pushed the George Bush aside and found on of the flying lizard with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The flying dragon looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the grin on her face.

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

The tartar wagged his empennage even harder and continued tearing into the pipe organ of his target. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his kickoff kill, a persuasion entered her head that made her look up at the sky. Right now it was nice and warm, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would rear its despicable head and there was no way Marian would be able to survive the way she was : naked and without a way to make fire. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze to death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the massive hole the dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a large dither, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would understand her countersign, but she was hoping he would at least get the message. To her chance, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to persist in peeling off the hide while he hate. Without any experience or peter, it was incredibly difficult and her solitary management was commons gumption and the stories her onetime brother used to assure whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly wrought and had multiple rent, she finally managed to draw out off the bloody hide, mostly intact. With a smile of pride, she leaned down and thanked Syris with an affectionate kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of second joint meat off of the elk and with the pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his repast while she went to rule the early dragon and see if she could get the hide off their killing. As she walked though the timberland, she thought back to how very much she had changed. Just a few calendar month ago, she was the fellow member of a agrarian family, working with her parents to raise and pick grapes for making wine-colored. Then she was captured and turned into a rape dupe for cruel wolf. adjacent she became a hardened survivor, leave to spread her legs for her captor and live solely on semen to stay alive. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an creature hide over her shoulder and chewing on a raw comic strip of meat with the blood dripping off her Chin and running down her full breast. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect cocks. She had gone from being a Fannie Farmer to being a bestiality sex-addict that was living more than like an animal than a human.

And this lifestyle made her unfeignedly happy.



Marian was able to find oneself the rest of the dragons by calling out their names : Isaac, Chester Alan Arthur, Pinot grape, Ashford, and the elder dragon, Bourne. Pinot grape, Isaac, and bourne were able-bodied to catch some more elk and Marian found them in clip to salve the fur. She would need many more if she was to go wintertime, but at least she had enough for more well-fixed bedding.



After two workweek, Marian was able get more than thirty animate being skin from horses, oxen, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided hair's-breadth, she managed to wrick five of them into a set of dress to celebrate her More than tender when international once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry tunnel that she could lie in and stay perfectly comfortable, no matter how cold the cave became, not to observe she had all of the Draco snuggled up against her to keep her warm.



Marian woke up on the get-go day of autumn and found that the cave was empty-bellied. She looked around, wondering if bourn and her nest-mates had gone out into the woods to hunt. She was disappointed by her loneliness, because either she would wake up the Dragon by stroking them or sucking them to wax erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

Her bitter thoughts were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it bourne ? The query was answered by six tacky crashes outside and the arrival of the flying lizard, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

With a grin and tears of pride on her grimace, she climbed out of the nest and ran over to them."You just flew ! You all flew !"she squealed, running her hands over their lepidote eubstance once she reached them.

Over the six calendar month since they hatched, the dragons had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so much like their father. The shell, which had originally been soft and garden pink, now looked like blood-red chip shot and were as hard, their stubby claws and fangs were as tough and sharp as daggers, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The young flying dragon all lowered their head and she gave each of them a foresightful and passionate kiss on the lips, flitting her lingua between the tips 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 knees, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized phallus. Licking her sass, she took the promontory in her mouth ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her clapper in the pussy, making the dragon shudder in pleasure. The respite of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to give them permit to bottom her.

After several second of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the giant winged lizard."Come on back to the nest and I'll display you just how proud of you I am."

She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the border, and bent over with her brute hide britches around her ankle joint to show her kitty-cat and mother fucker."Come on boys, I'm waiting."

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



wintertime hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of brute hide, Marian had a hard clip staying strong. Sensing her vulnerability to the cold, the dragon became extra protective of her, even Bourne. 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 elephantine elder dragon would lie down by the draw close and use one of his goliath wings 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 dragons gangbanged Marian all at once over two thousand prison term, each of which made her moan at the top of her lungs in sexual euphoria.



Marian awoke in the nest by herself on beautiful good morning in late spring, the day after the annual anniversary of her snatch. She looked around, trying to incur a trace of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the firedrake now left her alone when they left to track down, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the tartar needed more and more food for thought. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the Wood. Wearing her animal hide outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprisal. The dragons had purged the ground of all heavy animate being and were always traveling farther and farther in search of food. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a stroll around the Natalie Wood and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the snuggle to wait for her winged lovers.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a uneasy eternal sleep during the Night, but woke up the next break of day to find herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a heavy meter finding food, but her mind was filled with worry. After spending the day drunkenness pee and collecting tempestuous plants and nuts to eat, she returned to the nuzzle and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep chill of worry in her affection, but she worked with every fiber in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for solid food, Marian spent most of the night lying on her rachis in the empty nuzzle, staring at the cavern out ceiling. As the moon reached its highest point in the sky, an idea entered her psyche. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her rood necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a memento of her former life, even though she had lost her faith in God. She couldn't commemorate the last time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.

"God, you did not answer my pleas when I was first captured, but please, help oneself me. wreak them back, Lord, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the 1st meter in a long time.



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

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

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



One year later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing canvas in a H2O barrelful, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the Draco were not going to revert, Marian left the cave that she had called household and returned to human smart set. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human being life and socialization, but now she was once again a extremity of social club and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the same farmer girl that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her rood-tree, having lost her faith in God once and for all after being taken from her foremost family and left tooshie by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her farmer biography.

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

Every day, she listened to all the rumor of Dragon that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news of her former kin. All she heard was the boring expected : cows and buck being killed and women being told to stay fresh their hair short so as not to cast aid and be taken away. It was for this understanding that Marian allowed her hair to mature as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to give ear the damp bed sheet, she heard a noise that made her drop her hoop and gasp. It was a holla, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. various screams could be heard in the backdrop, but the snarls of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the author of the disturbance. masses screaming in holy terror sprinted past her and in the length she could see the lead of red wings.

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

Turning a corner, Marian got a good smell at the wight and gasped. Even after a year of emergence and change, she recognized the musical scale practice and ivory structure of the flying lizard as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of it of his Father, the animate being was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like paws, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the gang of people that had come to see the commotion or had not yet fled. Snorting in annoyance over the shortness of their hair, he would dismiss them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and flank, he kept at bay soldiers and Fannie Farmer, slowly edge towards him with weapons and tools.

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

The dragon stared straight at her and his posterior and wings hung hobble. With weeping of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of citizenry, and came out in the undefended space to face the flying dragon. The scarlet heavyweight lowered his head, letting Marian hug his nose while the viewer stared in utter disbelief.

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

The Dragon then extended his forked lingua and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the Lapp way she used to soak up his cock. masses stared in horror at the sight until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

"Ugh, I can't tell you how practically I missed this,"she groaned in arousal with a ribbon of spit hanging from her lip.

She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The onlookers gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his dick to unveil itself. Like bourne, Pinot's erect cock was now the sizing 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 oral sex with her tongue, causing many onlooker to anathemize, wow, and faint. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the head of his hammer with her knife. At net, the dragon had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's expression and frock with more than two gallon of semen, which she hungrily licked up. Any looker-on that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the tartar and began brushing her hairsbreadth with her fingers."I'm sure you have kid of your own now, you must accept found a partner to lay plenty of ball. Here, take my hair to stemma your draw close, and take me as well. Please pick out me with you ; I don't want to live here anymore. I want to hold out with you and know the children of my children."

Without so much as a nod, the dragon took her in her limb, then with a fluttering of his wings that was so powerful that the surrounding building were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his abode with Marian.





The End




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