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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only late outpouring in the English people countryside. The landed estate was full of sprightliness, for it had been five old age since the end of the pitch blackness pestis. All across Europe, farmers who had originally been tike under their tycoon were now free to claim land for their own and subsist without being controlled. But while there was the pacification of low population and plushy farmlands bringing about new life and new propagation, there was a keen holy terror that refused to go silently in the Night.

Flying along the clouds was a mighty firedrake, glistening as brightly as a polished ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively Pres Young, the beast had reached full phase of the moon maturity date in both experience and forte. The tartar's torso alone was the size of six horses, with the summation of his foresightful cervix and tail end more than tripling his overall distance. His limbs were long and powerful enough to knock aside family with a single sweep and each wing could be used as a mogul's marquee. Each red scale was the size of a human hand, his golden eyes were as large as melon vine with black slit for pupil, and his jaws could bust up even the largest papal bull and then split it in half with mere bite-force.

The Draco's form could be considered a combination of various different beast'characteristics. As expected, its skeleton was much like early lounge lizard ( iguanas and Komodo dragons ) though it also had a gravid limb-to-body duration ratio, much like a eyetooth. Its most light upon skeletal feature was the human-like device characteristic, allowing for very salient flexibleness and the power to deal very specific poses if it desired.

Down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisles of word of mouth was the Fannie Farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a full basket hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the pride of her family, a Danton True Young woman with farseeing blond tomentum and a beauty that was equaled only by the greatest cathedrals. She was xviii years old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her mind was the grimace of the blacksmith's son she had met the previous year when her family unit went to the nearby small town to sell their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his bride and that the grapes in her basket would turn the wine that they would booze on their wedding day.

As she approached her folk's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped trace. She looked up and all the people of colour was drained from her face and the breath from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with eyes keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her tomentum would construct perfect lining for the wight's nest. Marian was able to expel a single panic-struck scream as the tartar wrapped his arm-sized fingerbreadth around her shank, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any harm. For the second time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the Dragon pulled back up into the air, making her trunk experience like its free weight had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing EL, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's muscular fingers, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his fair game's attempts to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its prospicient neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few substructure from her capitulum. Marian's body went rigid in unparalleled terror as she stared at the flying dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the fragrance of origin on its breath. With rip streaming down her face, she clutched the rood hanging from her neck and began to pray, begging God for some fight of aegis against the brute that now held her.



Marian hit the ground with unspeakable force, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a atrocious dream, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a all-embracing cave, prominent enough for the dragon to travel around in. Due to the size and the want of any territory in the reason or rampart, Marian figured that the cave resided in the side of a mountain. The creature itself was blocking the exit, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five eggs that were the size of her syndicate's wine drum. Unlike hiss or lounge lizard eggs, the eggs of the firedrake were made of frame and riddled with pulsing mineral vein, as if the testicle had their own sum. The womb-like ballock of the dragons served a unique purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much minuscule and more doable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were gravid and solid enough to reveal free and know exterior.

The storey was laden with frame of everything from rodents to livestock, with the hair of animal like horses and sheep having been cut away to line the cuddle. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another dragon of compeer size, obviously the early parent of the eggs, though she could not evidence if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in veneration as the flying dragon blocking the expiration moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like manus, the dragon knocked her off her feet and pinned her down, as easily as if she had been a sword of pasturage. Crying in fear, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the powerful creature reached towards her head with his early paw and one of its long nipper extended. She doubled her efforts as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her brass, but released a sigh of relief as it moved above her forefront. She became as still as a statue as she felt the dragon's pincer cut off her hair and tear through the Edward Durell Stone ground as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the long locks of blond hairsbreadth that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back family and used it to line his draw close. With the beast having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she desperately sprinted to the cave ingress. With a snarl of bother but little overall attempt, the dragon reached out with his arse and knocked her back to the priming. Marian cried in frustration as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her cover. 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 dress while wetting his sharp Fang with his long double spit. Every deep inhale through his nostrils felt strong enough to lift her off the undercoat. Without a incertitude, there was zero she could do to refuse the creature ; it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in care as the firedrake clamped his sassing around a flap of her clothes and ripped it away. Without hesitancy, he repeated the action, tearing off her undergarment. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the coldness priming underneath this sinewy wildcat. She couldn't even distinguish how helpless and violated she felt when the Dragon's scaly rim and nose pushed against her private areas while it ripped away her wearing apparel. She was completely exposed with the tone of cold stone against her back and rear and the dragon's hot wet breath against her dresser, tummy, and second joint. The sole affair still on her consistency was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the bravery to grasp it.

Marian shivered and gave a dolorous whine as the dragon ran the two foresighted tendrils of its forked tongue up her flat belly and between her circle breasts. The spit against her skin felt like a mix of a giant slug and a waterlogged airstrip of undercooked bitch crawling up her dead body. The helpless young woman again began to pray. Now that the dragon had tasted her, he would most in all likelihood commence to eat her. Any second base now, she would scream in nuisance as the dragon's razor-sharp teeth or claws would charge through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapes. But instead, she just felt the dragon's knife again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her hide and her fear-induced sweat, the dragon could try out something delicious. After year of living on a vinery and basically being raised on vino, the preference of sour grape juice was basically wafting from her pores, and the dragon found it absolutely sexually attractive. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, ineffectual to quit the flying dragon from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by farm animal in the hamlet near her abode. But this, her navel and breasts were being lathered by the dragon's tongue and there was nothing she could do to stop the molestation.

She shook her head from side to side in fear and disgust as the tartar wrapped the tendrils of his pitchfork glossa around her soft neck, but it was too late, the animal had already caught the feeling and gustatory modality of wine on her breath. Before she could react, the flying lizard forced one of his tongue tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to call, but the dragon's tongue had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his forked spit was the size of a child's arm and the flying dragon was forcing it inscrutable and deeper into her mouth as it savored the taste and smell of wine-coloured on her breath.

Marian's heart rolled back into her question and her hale body convulsed as the end of the Dragon's tongue was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the binding of her throat. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to clobber her consistence, slathering her full white meat and rubbing her breadbasket. Finally, the flying dragon pulled its natural language unfreeze. Marian lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her head and her mouth hanging assailable, with the Dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his spit and pelting her lips. The firedrake had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so delicious as much as it was… arousing.

The olfactory property that the dragon had caught was the hormone of Marian's teen torso. As panic-struck and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touching and was energizing her hormones. The dragon was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of vino in her eubstance, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The Dragon reached down, bringing his tongue to the place that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely untouched cunt with his sopping wet glossa, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and scream in surprise and fearfulness. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an wicked animate being doing it made her cat to her stomach.

The tongue tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to come in her. Desperate to avoid the horrifying fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the dragon's clapper, desperately trying to push it back. The flying lizard growled at her set about rejection and pressed on her body with his paw, completely pinning her pile and leaving her unable to move.

tears in fear and humiliation, she once again began praying to God for protection and begging the flying lizard for mercy. The flying lizard pressed harder against her incision and the tip of his glossa managed to spread the brim. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her prayers. Her screaming continued to increase in mass as he forced his natural language farther and farther into her Virgo body. The young dupe couldn't believe the weft sense impression coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would split her in half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood.

The knife stopped and Marian fell mum as she felt it get through some sort of roadblock. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrorise than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and battle cry, Marian looked up at the Dragon."Please stop, delight don't rape me. In the epithet of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to keep one shred of her dignity.

Her password meant nothing to the Draco, and without any pity, he rammed his knife tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her hymen without any exploit and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her rake, the dragon became more excited. Flexing his tongue within her tight body, the Draco moved back and Forth River to savor the taste of her hormones and stemma. Sobbing in annoyance and humiliation, Marian could do goose egg to lay off the Dragon as he raped her with little more than a 1 tendril of his branched tongue.

With her consistence jerking with each brutal push of the dragon's glossa, she looked down, having spotted something in the corner of her eye. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the dragon's genus Phallus, fully extended and erect. Until now, it had been mostly held within the Dragon's body like a dog or horse, but he was now so ruttish that it was reaching out and seeable. Only now did Marian realize that the dragon truly was a male, and now her terror had reached new heights.

Afraid of the dragon's log-sized phallus and still in bother from the beast's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't stop herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to hush her strident outcry of desperation and sample more of the wine on her breath, the tartar forced his other tongue tendril into her mouth. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her pussy and throat at the same time, Marian could do nada by silently pray as binge of pain and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the Dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of tastes. Before Marian could even see her breath, the dragon forced his tongue tendrils back into her body, but switched. With Marian's saliva being fuse with the dragon's in her pussy as he rammed her and the penchant of her juices being forced in her mouth, the young woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a rate resembling an hour, Marian wasn't sure how foresightful it was before the dragons natural language was finally pulled out of her organic structure. Even with the skin around her eyes burning from the salt of so many binge, she cried with relief, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the flying dragon's knife filling her sassing, her pharynx felt bruised from the brutish slamming, and her slit was stretched wide from uninterrupted rape, not to mention bloody and swollen from the savage deflowering.

Her eyes widened in mix-up as the dragon flipped her over onto her knee and human elbow. After sampling the girl's internal secretion, the dragon was so aroused that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating season, when he met the female parent of his unborn younglings. The Dragon wanted to continue sampling the consistence before him, regardless of the species or method. Marian shivered in fear and disgust as she felt the flying dragon's hot wet breath fan her rear end inner thighs.

"Please stop, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's tongue tendrils jam against her battered twat and the other against her anus.

With more strength in his tongue than in Marian's whole consistency, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling scream of hurting from her asshole and pussy getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her big nightmare couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so a lot pain, so much humiliation, and so very much helplessness in her life.

As the dragon began moving both halves of his clapper in and out of her body, Marian's atrocious wow continued on, increasing in intensity as the dragon's thrusts increased in upper and ferociousness. The tendrils in her body were so bombastic and potent, Marion felt like her soundbox was going to be completely ripped in one-half, as if the dragon would have one herculean thrust and her anus or vagina would be torn open and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its maximum made her want to spread her legs in an attempt to lessen the pain and the feeling of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her tactile property sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the dragon to be set dislodge and leakage, now she actually wished for demise. After being violated and used in every way potential by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being able to overcome the pain and humiliation. If she were to somehow escape, she didn't have intercourse how she could possibly confront her family, face a possible husband, and grimace herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to enjoy it. Looking past the botheration, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing ravishment of her torso and soul… she could also feel waves of pleasure being forced through her aching frame. While her total pelvic region was almost crying out for easing and mercy, Marian could not stop herself from pushing back against the animal's tongue.

Her rood-tree swung wildly as she rocked back and Forth against the flying lizard's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the cost of her self-respect and the bother threatening to rip her in half like a split yield. She continued pushing against the dragon's lingua, beginning to enjoy the herculean shoves against every sensitive fleck in her slit and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and forth in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in turn, thrusting one into her pussy and pulling out while driving the other into her shit, and her breathlessness of pain and anguish were replaced by tearful moan of shameful euphory. The hot wet knife inside her was driving her so barbarian that she even began to disturb herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole humankind was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of heating plant and pleasure coursed through every roughage of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her liveliness as the dragon's spit seemed to fill her pussy and asshole with more pressure level than she thought possible. Finally, the dragon fully retracted his natural language, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her slit and anus hotter and wetter than the beast's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the undercoat, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping monster had just given her the first orgasm of her life, something she had only heard the women of the small town near her home chitchat about.

Once again, the dragon flipped her over, rolling her onto her spinal column. Still panting like a dog in the noontide passion, Marian looked up and her eyes widened in care. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect Phallus right over her, like the giant main crossbeam of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's green dry land that the dragon would be able to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted fish and killing her. The tartar knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the life of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to uphold appeasing his sexual desires, the dragon lowered his cock down onto her body, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in ignominy and disgust as the giant star Phallus pressed down on her like a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, pinning her to the priming. Never before had she even got a good look at an sensual's ( or human's ) sexual harmonium, let alone touched one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as turgid as her all soundbox. She could feel the dragon's wink through the long veins pulsing against her bare body, the musky smell that seemed to pervade the process was making her dizzy, the weight was so acute that she felt like her clappers were going to be crushed, and the dragon's flesh was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The Draco's intimate organ was grinding against her helpless nude body, rubbing against every queer inch of skin on her formerly Virgin frame. Her only resistance came in the configuration of her keeping her eyes and backtalk screwed shut as the head of the dragon's cock prodded her side, literally the sizing of her own fountainhead. As he prodded her human face again and again, Marian tried to brush off the salty, musky smell and the stickiness and unbelievable warmth of the flesh against her skin.

With a growl of annoyance, the flying dragon pressed his hands against her position, forcing her to wrap her arms around his phallus. He wanted more contact. Afraid of what the tartar would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the dragon was not content. He gave another threatening growling and Marian fearfully wrapped her pegleg around the monumental diaphysis as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential inundation, clinging to a tree for pricey life.

The Draco began thrusting forward, rubbing his shaft against Marian's frail body with late potent shoves. Her unscathed body was shaking with each tremor that passed through the mightily sinew in the creature's organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the head of the dragon's tool rubbing against her placid brass, she could not ignore her touch of stimulation and the oestrus building between her wooden leg as the creature's slam rubbed up against the swell sassing of her pussy.

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

With yet another layer of rip coating her cheek, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her lingua. The dragon pressed the very tip of the foreland of his shaft against her tongue, and the young sex hard worker had to fight the impulse to vomit from revulsion of the act and the nauseating salinity and stickiness of the hot flesh. The moldy taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to deal her lifetime so that she wouldn't have to retain such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The tartar resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing cock against her midget soundbox while Marian tearfully licked the giant head with her small spit, orally pleasuring him as the Draco's new human concubine. As she worked her tongue in the slit of the head and slathered the surrounding pelt, the flying dragon trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most spiritualist arena. Her mouth and lingua felt so good, the flying dragon actually wished for a modest phallus so that he could at least put the whole caput in her mouth.

Finally, the tartar looked up and groaned with his totally body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her brain and looked at the firedrake in confusion, a torrent of seminal fluid erupted from the head of his dick. The wave of blank sludge covered her cheek and light hair, filled up her mouth, and poured down her throat. With Marian gagging on the seminal fluid, the dragon raised his trunk, spraying her intact body.

peal on her slope in a puddle of firedrake sperm, Marian coughed up almost a dry pint of semen, vomiting in repulsion. to a greater extent traumatized and disgusted than every before in her animation, she curled up in a fetal perspective with her head in her hands 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 accept imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually glow her skin, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

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

The Dragon carefully grasped her ankle with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Marian instantly screamed in little terror and begged for clemency, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the Draco to unblock her or end her life quickly, as she didn't want to know anymore, but neither did she desire to tolerate the suffering of being ripped to smidgen and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the dragons jaws, the animate being had to tighten his detainment, inadvertently crushing her articulatio talocruralis with his lips. Screaming in pain from her trauma, Marian was carried over to the dragon's nest and dropped in, landing on the side opposite of the titan anatomy egg. Marian looked down at her broken ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the tartar wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be capable to bunk.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a uncomplicated sprain, Marian gently squeezed her ankle to gauge the pain. The waves of agony that instantly surged through her dead body unify with the aching pain of bruise and tear in her vagina and anus and her boilersuit debilitation, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't study up any bust, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal position in the street corner of the nest, slowly pealing off the wooden-headed layer of dehydrated seed that coated her naked body. Her face was covered in red welt from sleeping on the offshoot of the nest, though the she had tried to gather as a great deal animal haircloth in the nest as possible to try and make some sort of mattress. Between the nest and the cave entryway was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge sexual climax and feeding on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long striptease of dried semen off her right breast, a tearing sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatize girl and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in terror as the eggs began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large rip in the very top. Another tearing auditory sensation could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the nose and jaws began to pierce the surfaces of the eggs as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last-place, the five hatchlings burst out of the eggs and all released a shrieking of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn fiend clawing their way out of their heavyweight eggs. They were each the sizing of ferocious beast, but had different organic structure builds than the parent. Like the elder dragon, the hatchlings all had longsighted tree branch with mechanical man skeletons and great tractability. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very little body fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torso and arm were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got older, they would most likely bulk up and misplace some of their tractability, like the finger cymbals of a growing child fusing together with age.

Unlike their don, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with hard and more deeply colored shards in the futurity. Being so youthful, their dragon talons were little to a greater extent that stubby chela and their babe tooth were the sizing of fingernails. But while they were newborn, they were definitely deathly and in all probability hungry.

To her relief, the dragons paid no tending to Marian and instead turned their care to the eggs that they had just crawled out of. As the apparent dragon compare to the nursing-mother ability of mammals, the hatchlings began tearing into their sometime embryonic homes, ripping them to rip up with their small teeth and gorging on the flesh with relish. As they ate and proved their carnivorous inherent aptitude, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud glow in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the dragons fed on the fleshy scoop like starving andiron, glad that they weren't turning this hunger on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw sword, Marian did not see her hopes for a quick and merciful dying, as it was patent that these creature savored their meal and chewed their food, something that would stand for a lot of agonizing bother if they turned on her.

For several bit, the dragons gorged themselves on their testis, eating until their breadbasket were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly entire. Marian's body then went completely stiff as the hatchlings all turned their attention towards her and growled. To them, her feeling was very unique ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormone, both dragon hormones and adolescent homo girl hormones, and that was driving them furious. The sole thing that scared her more than than their growl was the obvious fact that they were all male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five dragons were all well endowed with a thoroughly eight inch in distance and impressive heaviness, and all were fully erect. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent firedrake reached out with one of his hand-like paws, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. bent-grass over the border of the nestle with the parent firedrake holding her down, she discovered the tears that she thought she couldn't produce.

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

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

"Please don't Brassica napus me !"she begged as she felt the dragon find her cunt with the heading of his stopcock.

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

The dragon began pummeling her kidnapping, literally hammering her with pep pill that she never thought possible. With this speed and strong suit, he was capable to occupy every corner of her cunt with his throbbing turncock and thrust so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to throw up. The continuous barrage of penetrating thrusts turned her scream of bother into a repeating pulsation of gagging moans.

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

After ten minute of arc, the young hatchling released a cheap snarl as he experienced his first sexual climax, launching dense streams of seed into his striver. It took mankind More than a decennary for their genitalia to maturate to this level of development, but these fauna were born with fully-functioning ball. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her body and oozing down her peg, but instantly burst into tear at the repulsion she felt from this creature's seminal fluid flooding her womanhood and dripping down her thigh. This creature had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a uncouth prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting Dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brothers. The second hatchling wasted no time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruised cunt. This time, Marian did not holler in pain or try to pull away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her body was rocked back and Forth by the fauna's thrusts. With the family sex toy now docile, the elder tartar released his paw while his son violated the juvenile girl.

This time was different than the first ravishment, as disgusted as Marian was, the whizz she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As a lot as she hated the beast, the violation, the pain, the chagrin, and herself, she couldn't service but select some slight enjoyment in the dragon's thrusts. The spite backtalk and interior wall of her slit were quivering which each penetration of the Draco's cock and her body was gaining a very pleasant affectionateness. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how often she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the offset, the second hatchling snarled as it had a huge coming, spraying lode after consignment of hot jizz into her organic structure until she was completely overflowing. The dragon slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the third firedrake pounced. After watching his two chum have so much fun, the third dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able to use his hired man or even search, it wasn't much of a surprisal when he forced his dick into Marian's mother fucker. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning lady yelped in pain, but the yip was mixed with more surprise than shame or disgust. The firedrake grunted from the minginess of her whoreson, but after a few practice stab, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the violation, but it was much less focused due to sensitivity and to a greater extent of a confusing and unspeakable sensation. Regardless, the forcible pleasure moving from her lower body was very powerful and even atrocious. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the exterior of the snuggle to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked slit. As the dragon picked up amphetamine, so did the strokes of her fingerbreadth, and in spell, the mass of her groan.

Marian's body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her lower torso turn into very familiar spirit heat. Finally, she and the flying lizard had simultaneous orgasms, something that would normally go in a goodness dear story. As the tartar poured jet after jet of his seminal fluid into her anus, a mixture of her own succus and the seed of the dragon's kin poured from her snatch. The elephantine winged lizard gave a loudly tangle and the distraught rape dupe gave a shrill moan.

The dragon dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a horse and Marian fell back into the nest, panting and limp from exhaustion. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the last two Dragon were too raring to consider letting either one get the following turn. In despair, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The one-quarter dragon managed to penetrate her puss, basically marking that area of her body as his territory against her fifth brother. This movement barely detoured his crony, as the fifth dragon had already found another orifice to use to indulge his sexual desires : her mouth. With Marian still panting from the tenor of getting raped and sodomized, care of suffocation entered her intellect when the fifth dragon forced his cock into her mouth. With instincts that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the firedrake humped her side, forcing its erect peter in her mouth and hammering the vertebral column of her throat.

With the dragon's humanity in her mouthpiece, one of Marian's net few shreds of dignity was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new binge of misery fell from her eyes, she found some amusement in the fact that the sizing, shape, lovingness, and musky smell of the wight's prick reminded her of eating roasted sausages, something she was treated to when her family visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

The net two dragons had much less possession and both ejaculated at the same time, stuffing Marian's slender body with cum at both oddment. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the seed filling her mouth and being pumped down her throat, then desperately jerked her header to the position so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his turn, the start dragon decided he wanted another bout. While his after part, wings, and back spike heel made it awkward, he laid down and commit Marian on top of him, who was as limp as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the dragon's buddy. Acting far more like a human than a dragon, the tool pushed his red hard-on back up into his sex striver. Marian gave a small whimper from the cruel penetration, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the puppet would dig his claw into her flesh, Marian obeyed the pushing and pulling of his arms and his mitt on her hip joint, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. A new undulation of pity filled Marian as she felt the tan of exertion in her thigh with each acclivity and fall. 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 fauna raped her, though she had to bounce on the monster's cock with just the business leader in her second joint, as her spite ankle joint would not let her properly crouch.

The 2d dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his organ into her injure asshole and making her yelp in pain from being double-penetrated by the two beasts. As the mo dragon began jabbing into her anus in a steady but brutal rhythm, Marian was unable to retain bouncing on the firstly dragon's dick. She gave a sigh of relief from the flying lizard showing no annoyance towards her lack of motion and the chance to pillow her burning second joint, but this relief was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind wooden leg, the thirdly dragon pounced on her shoulders, hefting his bounding tool in front of her side. Realizing that she could sink no humble, Marian opened her rim and took the dragon's phallus in her mouth. Her heading began bobbing back and forth as she used her tongue and cheeks to orally pleasure her inhuman captor. After only a minute of the beasts molesting her three porta in tandem, Marion released a flash cry of pain in the neck. Her right and left arm each had parallel bleeding scratch, given to her by the fourth and fifth dragons. They were definitely the rowdiest of the litter and they had just harmed her to vocalize their restlessness of being left out while the early three all got to violate her at once.

Marian didn't have any other holes in her body to let them release their Department of Energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would aggress again. Trying to fight the jarring driving force of the flying lizard ramming her bunghole, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the third dragon and used only jerking of her cervix to pleasure it, and clutched the sides of the commencement flying dragon's torso with her knees, allowing her to have some likeness of balance.

With her branch freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingerbreadth around the throbbing hard-on of the fourth and twenty percent firedrake. Hoping this would satisfy them, she began stroking them with all the nidus and strength she could come up in her traumatized intellect and aching consistence. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the shafts of their dick, squeezing and working the exterior skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arms wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the one-fourth and fifth tartar mimicked the thirdly, standing up awkwardly on their hand ramification, while resting their front legs on her shoulders to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to find, Marian's face stung from the saltiness of fresh weeping as she looked back at her lifespan and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the felicitous daughter of a proud Fannie Merritt Farmer, a penis of a family blessed with a grape farm for yummy wine, a unseasoned charwoman with beauty obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and commence a syndicate of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unholy monsters at the same sentence, after being molested and deflowered by their beginner. She was nothing more than a sex striver belonging to mere animate being, caked in their come and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison house of leathery fender and scaly dorsum from the flying dragon all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one dragon penis resting still in her aching puss, one being forced up into her motherfucker with the same rhythm method of birth control of falling rain, she was bobbing her head back and forth as she orally pleasured the third like a godless whore, and she was using her hands to stroke the quartern and twenty percent with their erect dick just column inch from her face. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the worst parting was the fact that there was undeniable pleasure. Before, it had been a shameful itch that was in the dark of her pain sensation and mortification. But now, for the first time, she was enjoying the rape Thomas More than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not enjoy the penetrating tone, the masculine arousal she felt in the flying lizard as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these shaft of molestation that were probing her orifice, the taste and olfaction of the third base tartar that she was sucking off, and just the feel of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more than and more about her unwilling enjoyment, her body was beginning to overheat in intimate euphoria. With the third base dragon's pecker filling her back talk, Marian gave a muffled scream as she experienced her one-third climax, brought on by the five puppet raping her at the Lapplander time. As the rut of the coming slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the course of a few minutes, she was once again filled with undulation of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her bout of self-pity by agonizing pain in the neck shooting up her ankle, caused by the foremost and second dragons pulling out of her to switch places. While they took their new positions and each pushed their cocks into her now-bleeding cunt and SOB, the fifth dragon growled in irritation. As great as Marian was at pleasuring him with her redress hand, it wanted more. Desperate to keep the creature felicitous and non-violent, Marian took the third Draco's penis out of her sass and began stroking it with her right script. She turned to the one-fifth dragon and opened her backtalk, signaling to the brute that it was his spell. Following the signal, the creature put the point of his cock between her back talk and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to continue him satisfied.

After a moment of blowing the one-fifth firedrake, the fourth to her left growled, telling her that it now wanted a bit. Taking the fifth dragon's cock out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her right hired hand while she stroked the third base with her left wing. With the third and fifth dragons occupied, she turned her head teacher and began sucking on the quarter, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captor. After two minutes, another firedrake growled. This time it was the tierce and he was telling her that he missed the fuzziness of her mouth. Marian switched her left hand to the phallus of the fourth dragon and once again began deep-throating the third gear.

From this tip, time seemed to go on in an eternal loop. Marian wasn't sure enough how yearn she was being molested, but the Draco only stopped to change positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each second that passed, her body was getting More and more exhausted and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her mouth being wrapped around dragon shafts, her munition were on flaming from the continuous exertion, and she could palpate line streaming down her inner thighs from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to crash from exhaustion, she became the receiving system of both a grace and a curse. As if they all shared one mind and body, the dragons each unleashed his large and final orgasm, emptying their total come reticence. The amount being launched from each fleshy jet allowed Marion to see the"family resemblance"to their father.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and asshole that the imperativeness and expansion hurt as much as the physical violation. The intensiveness and amount of the sprayer in her mouth and pharynx was agitating her throat, making her gag and cast off up to the point where semen was dripping from her olfactory organ. The streams from the flying lizard she was manually jacking were on par with flooding gutters, coating her face and white meat in a midst, sticky level of fleshly cum.

The tartar all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected semen. Her thighs were coated in profligate from her torn vagina and anus, her musculus felt like hot lead weights, and her dignity had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the spirit of incursion and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the Draco was crouched over her soundbox, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't wriggle, whimper, or shed a tear ; she just lied there and tried to focalise on the pleasure of the violation and ignore the pain sensation. It was all she could do to grapple. On the other English of the gargantuan nest, the other four tartar were feasting on their egg, but they were also competing with the fly ball that had been drawn to the smell of the heavyweight embryonic pods, and the beast that was molesting her had most likely just finished his repast. By the cave exit, the elder flying dragon was go asleep.

Before, being raped in her blistered anus would have caused Marian to scream in annoyance and cry in pity, but now, she just lied there like a dead eubstance at the hands of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain in her back end and was numb to the sexual trauma. She had accepted her office and welcomed the peacefulness of psyche that came with it. This was how she would live, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the Sami way. But with this repose of mind and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing violation, she now had a opportunity to cogitate and organize her thoughts.

The first thing that she had rolled over in her creative thinker was the acceptance that self-regard and self-respect could not exist in this spot. These creature had taken everything from her and she had hit rock bottom, so there was no reason to cry in humiliation and revulsion. She had hit rock rump, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that persuasion had returned her will to live. If she were to have any prospect of surviving or escaping, she had to ignore pain in the neck and shame and just contract it.



Once the flying lizard all finished their serving of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another rape session, all pouncing on their crippled concubine and fighting over who would get which orifice to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when motility was not required and focused on the recognised sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Once the dragon blew their load and covered her in a thick snowy pelt of jizz, they all curled up in their annexe and fell asleep. With that suspension, she went to go. After gathering up the outdo sticks in the draw close she could find and braiding the creature hair's-breadth into rope, she managed to shit a splint for her mortise joint. If she were to have any Hope of escaping, she would ask her mortise joint to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could make a motion around, and practice moving with only one usable mortise joint. If she had to make a quick escape, she would necessitate to be able to climb out of that draw close without a undivided stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the paries of the nest, several sticks were discover underneath her weight. The snapping phone alerted the sleeping hatchlings, which all gave a loud shrieking when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to escape. Marian gave a curse of ira and a scream of torture as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the nest and banging her injure ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a half time of day before, the dragons showed no weariness of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with exceeding brutality. It was as if they were the humans and she were the animal, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the Saami way humankind would check a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound firmness of purpose and courage, Marian cried and screamed in hurting as the fauna violated her with an angry harshness that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal position, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her abdomen was growling with the intensity and volume as the wolf that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a expert idea to not tug her luck and just try to retrieve from her torture. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a stiff clod and slowly drifted to sleep.



The low thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating vacuum in her stomach and fiery dryness in her pharynx. She barely had any sense of time, but she was sure she had been in that cave for at to the lowest degree three days. The but reason she had not died of thirst was because of the water her breadbasket had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to incur something edible. Unfortunately, the nest was completely desolate of any human body of intellectual nourishment, and even if she could get out of the nuzzle, there was nothing on the cave floor but grimy animal bones and the hatchlings'fecal matter, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nest. She momentarily considered trying to belt down and eat one of the dragons, but not only did she not own a single fortune at even being an even match, but the vengeance of the former dragons would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the sleeping dragons. The embryonic cod had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the future serving. They were her only beginning of food and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to stay fresh her separate ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the firedrake. Once she reached the group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of roly-poly skin. She gave a small-scale tug, and before the slab could even move an in, the flying lizard that the meat belonged to come alive up and pounced, snarling with anger. He knocked Marian back and pinned her down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

Petrified with fear, Marian could do nothing but tremble as the dragon made his detail before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of spite, the dragon snapped up the oozing slab and devoured it in one draught, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"Damn it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the flying lizard finished devouring the remains of their embryonic pods, taking away the last edible substance in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch and work their offspring muscles, in the manakin of cryptical violent poke into her body. Marian had two climax brought on by the animal gang-rape, so she tried to pore on them and the intimate euphory she experienced.

Once again lying in a pocket billiards of fresh come, Marian struggled to push aside her hunger and thirst and fall asleep, much like the sexually-spent flying dragon. Unless she managed to find some kind of food or water, she would waste away while the dragons would keep to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no signs of being set up to fly or entrust the nest occupy her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a secure fortune that they would turn on her.



Marian gave a suspiration of embossment from the hatful before her as she woke up. The elder dragon was standing over the draw close with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized teeth. The hatchlings all squealed in hunger and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh gist. Marian saw a fortune in the carcass as well. She was so thirsty and thirsty, she would eat the heifer's raw entrails and drink its blood. If she could just get a turn of events at the consistence, she could survive.

The dead cow was dropped into the nest and the dragon instantly piled on the bleeding trunk, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off tag end of substance with gusto. Marian crawled over on her helping hand and articulatio genus, but was shoved out of the way before she could even touch the cow. These dragons were the real definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other side of the snuggle, Marian could do nothing but curse her thirst and hunger. Her pharynx was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could booze her tears and her stomach was growling with such intensity that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

To her surprise, the dragon'appetites seemed to be various times peachy than before. In just under a half hour, the flying dragon were able-bodied to divest the cow's skeleton clean and jerk of every apothecaries' ounce of soma. They even snapped the bones and drained them off the nub, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able-bodied to do once the dragon fell asleep.

Following their predictable docket, the dragons decided to work off the meal through workout, their workout being sexual assault. With one-half of her psyche focused on pleasuring her owners, Marian focused the other one-half of her mind on trying to find a way to get water and nutrition. Her persuasion were interrupted after a tenacious period of time by the surprisal that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a one-half and the wolf were still raping her with the same speed and top executive as when they began.

Minutes passed by slowly with each leaving her more wipe out than the last. Marian tried to preserve her movements to only the necessity minimum, hoping she could outlast her tormenters, as they were the I truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attempt, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too wear out to impress, Marian lied on her tummy as limp as a ragdoll, with her consistency being jerked by the undeterred thrusts of the Dragon, now being forced to take turns instead of all ganging up on her.

After two 60 minutes, the flying lizard finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her relief, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to snuff out her thirst. With their reserve now spent, the flying lizard commenced with the next step of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recover. The dragons had not been that brutal since she tried to escape, and the torment had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to despoil her to death. She couldn't even move her legs because her vagina and anus were so bruised and torn, the smallest work shift would send dash 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 take for granted that it was the quarter day, and save for several gulping of dragon seminal fluid, she had been deprived of all liquid state. Someone exposed to LE would be dead from dehydration, and she knew her dried-out body was now at death's threshold. If she could just encounter some food for thought or H2O, she could proceed on, instead of just relying of ejaculate to quench her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

using her handwriting, she scraped all of the wet and dried seed off of her naked trunk, forming a pile of white incrustation and boneheaded sludge on her palm. She stared at the disgusting stack, trying to beef up her resolve. The Dragon sperm had no food, but there was water in it and she could use it to fill her tum. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to sense shame or disgust, Marian closed her eyes and scooped the commingle semen of the five dragons into her oral cavity. While the creature had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen multiplication, she gagged and almost vomited from the appreciation and consistency of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not come through without it, she suppressed her gag innate reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her intimate pleasure, the cracking touch of all the wet and dry spermatozoon landing place in her tummy was incredible. The mass now residing her stomach strengthened her appetite and she was hungry for more. With new strength, she began peeling the dried semen off of her naked body and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her self-command to ignore the rancid salty taste.

Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to wallow in for the degenerate various days. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her sass, her hunger was more and more extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every Saratoga chip and chunk she could find, she laid back with her hand on her mostly-full abdomen. She hadn't felt this skilful in this cave since her beginning orgasm, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't full and she was still very thirsty. As lots as she hated herself for it, she was heroic for more ejaculate to overeat on.

Unfortunately, the hatchlings might be vehement if she woke them up so early, even to sop up them off, and they hadn't been resting enough to doctor their militia. But there was still one more possible source…

Trying to stimulate as little dissonance as potential and not alert the sleeping hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the nest. The elderberry bush dragon 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 estimate out how to lure the dragon.

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

The wight that stole her virginity as well as her consistence looked up, now curious. Once again swallowing her superbia, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool itself. The dragon stared at her tongue, remembering how soft her rima oris was and how gracious it felt. As he remembered violating her, the dragon's turncock revealed itself and became fully raise, becoming as large and unvoiced as a tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her tongue, signaling to the elderberry bush dragon that she wanted it.

The giant flying lizard crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the edge of the draw close, right in presence of Marian. As she remembered, the mind of the dragon's peter was as large as her own skull and the musky smell was far more potent than the venereal aroma of the younglings. This was the only way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would have to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her coat of arms around the Dragon's drumhead and began running her tongue in the dent on the very tip, which was as prominent as a brand slash. The flesh was so hot that she felt like her lip were becoming chapped and her natural language burned, and she could barely breath the aroma that seemed to waft from the animate being's phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to satisfy the animate being. Hugging the head of the dragon's cock and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her face in the slit, kissing it as if it were the face of her lover and slobbering the inside with her tongue, pleasuring her dragon owner to her best ability. When the dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a practiced job. She doubled her exertion, working knockout to milk the dragon for every drop of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her eyes and opened her mouth as all-encompassing as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

The Dragon's orgasm was much heavy and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her backbone from the force and quantity. She was wrapped in a white cloak of cum and managed to swallow more than a pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather viscous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the cunt while she rubbed the psyche with her arms, eventually coaxing another coming. She felt a twisted descriptor of pleasure and satisfaction in the flavor of being sprayed with Sir Thomas More cum. The firedrake pulled away with his tool quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

lying in the nest, Marian scraped the dragon's cum off of her naked body and slurped it off her digit with relish. Her stomach was replete and she was no foresighted thirsty, but she could not block herself. At first she thought some part of her idea was just telling her to clean herself off, but this thought was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her early hand and rubbing the tartar's seed into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and hollo as the dragons raped her or ejaculated into or on her body, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless secrecy as she let them use her consistency however they wanted, then she gained enough confidence to hope that she could achieve her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to bide alive. Now here she was, savoring the tartar's cum like it was a treat and stroking the bruised backtalk of her twat in sexual euphory. She had gone from being a suicidal dupe to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many affair that she hated about this position : she wished she could be given meter to heal, she wished she could have some real food and water, she wished she could tell her family she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able-bodied to confront them if she lived ), and wished she could at to the lowest degree eternal rest 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 predilection of the dragons'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five Draco and pleasuring all at the same time like a whore, she was enjoying the notion of the flying lizard shaft being driven deep into her body so hard and fasting that she could do cipher but moan, and she was absolutely loving every climax that the endless sessions of gang-rape brought on. At for the first time she had hated it so much that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get adequate violation.

Like the return of her will to live, this acceptance gave her incredible peace of brain. At the monetary value of her dignity and many consolation, this was actually making her happy. And if being violated was pleasurable, then she was going to enjoy this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smile since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to arouse from their nap. On cue, the elderberry bush Draco returned with a all in elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his sons a fulfill meal. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to rival herself, working her finger between the wooden leg as she waited for the dragons to polish off eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in play could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the meat from the elk skeleton, she got on her articulatio genus with her face against the floor of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a grinning and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks and break her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times.

"come 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 brutal penetrations and she knew the dragons couldn't understand her, she found herself whispering for them to work harder and faster, and begging them to"spraying her ”.

As if sensing her modification in mood and sentiment, the tartar seemed to convert their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming stakes over parts of her body or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their family member, or even their equal, but they did appear to be cognizant that she was a living matter and not an inanimate sex toy.

The school term ended with Marian using her hands to stroke the dragons to climax with her mouth open, hungrily catching the reverse lightning of sperm. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drop of cum and licking up every driblet that missed her brim and waiting glossa. With the flying lizard spent and her own physical needs fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a twosome of sheep, though her solitaire was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either impulse without fucking one of the beasts. One of the tartar was close to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her hands and knees, Marian bravely interrupted the beast's bloody fete and climbed onto his lap. The tartar was just about to snarl and roar at her insolence, but became dumb when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a full hard-on, and grinded her puss against the shaft before pushing it in. The dragon instantly became very teachable as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in bliss as she drove the animate being's intimate pipe organ into her wet cunt.

fundament her, another Dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the first-class honours degree dragon and got onto her hands and human knee, letting the second gear tartar penetrate her from rear while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second clip, the flying dragon's meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of cum, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every fall. Her centre then rolled up into her school principal and she purred in arousal as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple jets of semen into her torso. She reached back and began rubbing her slit while the dragon tried to regain his erection. By the time he was ready for troll Two, the rest of the dragons had finished eating and were ready to ravage her.

After the dragon took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to earlier academic term : This sentence, they were more careful with their motility and how they treated her. They became aware of her bruise ankle and did their skillful to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were thrifty to hold open their claws from touching her. Their thrusts, which were normally loyal and hefty, were now sluggish and pacify, and Marian realized that the dragon were trying to invalidate agitating the bulla, bruises, and tears in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to hurt her, they didn't want her to be feel painfulness, and this was something that warmed her middle and she was very thankful for.



Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the nest, watching the dragons with a grin on her face. Their muscle were finally warm enough for them to do more than than just extrusion, and they were using this opportunity to finally tread out of the nest and play. The dragons were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a litter of pup chasing each other in a line of business, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeletons. She could tell their many mild bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like military posture. They would still be very elastic like their father, but she could see they were having more than and Thomas More difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to tilt on something to do it.

right now, Marian was laughing with a quick grin on her face as she watched the hatchlings play. She was shaken from her dream-like shock by the wing beat generation of the Father of the Church dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the other for the younglings. The baby dragons quickly jumped back into the nuzzle and began whining as their father approached, begging for the slain hint. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slender flinch from the pain in her ankle joint. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a give articulatio talocruralis had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be capable to put weight on it if she were desperate enough…

As the dragons feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the dirt out from under her nails. She would betray her soul for a opportunity to bathe. About to start working on her right fingers, Marian's attention 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 cartoon strip of second joint muscle hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his head and dropped the centre on her lap. The wight had just shared his intellectual nourishment, giving her more than than a lb of meat. While the firedrake turned away to revert to the main carcase, Marian stared at the fucking strip of brawn. Slowly, a bust rolled down her face and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a diet consisting entirely of ejaculate, this was a blessing. She picked up the strip and quickly deplumate into it like a ferine beast, digging into the tough muscle fibers while the blood rolled down her chin. As she ate, tears of relief poured from her centre, caused both by the joy of being capable to eat something solid with so much flavor ( instead of the cum that the Dragon would shoot down her throat ) and the fact that these wight had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a massive variety in the dragons'deportment. With the first change, they were less vicious and emphatic. With the second change, they were very careful with their social movement and worked heavily to stave off causing her hurting. With the thirdly modification, they were actually quite affectionate, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their cocks inside her with slow but deep cam stroke. Their movements and thrust could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their manus on her slope to stay fresh her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their weapons system tightly around her and holding her while they were confidant, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how practically they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were hardhearted beast that violated her with a certain mercilessness, but now they were being placate and kind. She actually felt like the dragons were being emotional, and each dragon that she was sexual with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a turn, 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 variety in their behavior. The flying dragon sodomizing her from behind had his weapon wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his deal on her chest and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exercise herself, and the three Dragon that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to stand on their hind legs instead of putting their weight on her. She could feel their maintenance with each stab and ejaculation.



Two hours and more than half a dozen orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of semen that the Draco had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like confidential information weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her eyes, waiting for sopor to come, but she was shaken by the touch sensation of the Dragon all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turn, she was sure she had drained them of every pearl of seed. She opened her eyes and looked around, unable to believe what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to slumber with her and be with her, not just take act having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her oral sex back and just stared at the cavern ceiling, trying to process the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless eternal sleep by a deafening sally of thunder outside. It was the midsection of the night and flashes of light illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. pocket-size rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entry like a waterfall. Another crack of thunder rent the roar of the pouring rainwater, and while Marian wanted to embrace her ears from the painful book, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The rain was so loud, yet the firedrake didn't seem to see a single drop or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a snapping branchlet. Before she could even heave, an escape program had already formed in Marian's brain. If she were to propel quietly and softly enough, she could mount out of the nest and the rain exterior would extend the audio of any bring out joint. However, if she were caught, the tartar would likely be angry. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the former hand, this was probably her only opportunity to get off and she could not imagine a better one natural event.

At hold out, she worked up the bravery to try it. Working carefully not to awaken the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their travelling bag. With every breath she took as shaky as a leaf in the gentle wind and seemingly as flash as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as potential not to didder the nest. She did not bother praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each second felt like an minute as she slowly inched her way up the position of the nuzzle. She picked each point of striking with only the most uppermost centering, putting her weight only on the thickest sticks and where the ends of the twigs met, trying to break as few possible.

As expected, there were far more aloud elasticity than she wanted, and every second, Marian fully expected one of the tartar to wake up and snarl. She gave a suspiration of backup man when she got her full body up onto the very edge of the nest. Holding her breath, she began the slow climb down the away. This was far more difficult, as she had to operate the snuggle like a ladder and her full body free weight was pulling down on the branch. With her completely organic structure trembling and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. III feet from the cave storey, her affection stopped as she felt the subdivision in her manus breakage free of the cuddle. Giving a silent screeching and waving her subdivision, Marian fell down onto the cavern out floor in a dreadful landing while the branch gave a loud snap.

Lying on the dry land and waiting for the dragons to bolt out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring crack to the skull and all the kale that peppered her back, thigh, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard zip from the nest and the elderberry bush tartar hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical smiling, Marian slowly got to her feet and began limping towards the cave entryway. She slowed her pace and held her breath as she passed by the elderberry bush dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entree. With bust of joy streaming down her look, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the water rinse away days of grease, rip, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her tegument with her helping hand, trying to wash away the shame she been forced to endure. The ground around her was covered in grimy oil from all the stain being scraped off her soundbox. Once she was sure she was clean, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the largest waterfall running down the cave entering pour into her mouth. For respective minutes, she chugged the piddle pouring off the stone, so grateful to take in clean water to drink instead of the flying lizard'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash as much salt out of her trunk as possible.

Finally, she was forced to stop drinking, and retreat down the sight, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purging"her torso of all the salt that had built up in her system, Marian collapsed to the basis a hundred infantry from the cave entrance, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her tears then stopped, as the question appeared in her mind of whether she really should leave. She had mulled over this question back in the nuzzle, but that was when she was weighing the risks of just attempting to lam, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave once she got this far. She didn't even know where this question had come from, but she could not stop thinking it over. This question would not leave her idea and her dead body refused to incite 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 animal'sex slave. But while she had been raped more times than she could count and had experienced more scourge, pain, and shame at the custody of these beasts than ever in her life history, she had come to enjoy the feelings of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasm she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be capable to face them ? Would her kin even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and to a greater extent than volition ) to do ? And would she ever have a opportunity of getting married ? Would any man mite her after her orifices had been turned into gargantuan craters by unholy giant ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get abode safely ? These acres were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a nude teenager girl who could only gimp have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a situation that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and delectation in animation with these mere creature. And after what she had felt in those dragons'hearts… she did not lie with if she could walk away from the flavor they felt for her… or the touch sensation she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering hint and got to her substructure. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky breathing in of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elder dragon. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her sleeve around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but warm smiling on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nuzzle alone, but the flying lizard had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to wonder if her realisation survive night had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and chest, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the grime and dried seed that accumulated over the Clarence Day. The only way she could get unclouded is if she had washed herself with body of water. Marian smiled as she realized that her adoption had been real ; she had escaped the flying dragon'nest and decided to come back of her own free will. The animate being that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved ones. Rape and sexual assault had now become amour and pleasance, 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 family, Marian got up and stretched. With a smiling on her nerve, she climbed up onto the edge of the draw close and began to scale down the side. As she climbed down the exterior of the nest, the flying dragon stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her mortise joint was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave floor and approached her nest-mates. With each tone she took, the Dragon became less and less tense, sitting with their tails wagging like activated weenie. She reached the close dragon and crouched down in forepart of him, running her hand along the side of his face and looking into his golden eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her sass against the front of the dragon's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At beginning the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to Brobdingnagian differences in the sizing and shapes of their mouths, but he quickly began to empathize how to act. Marian flicked her natural language between the firedrake's lips ( while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth ) and the dragon replied by sending his long pronged glossa into her back talk, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the tartar, Marian also stroked the fauna to a full throb erection.

Watching Marian candy kiss and stroke their buddy, the other flying lizard became fully aroused and even shivered from how activated they were. After only ten seconds, one of them got raring and crawled over, sitting down on the ground and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

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

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

After a mo, Marian stopped kissing the first dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the mentum, she got him to resurrect his heading and looking at at her."Aw, my sweet baby. Don't worry, I'll take attention of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, Clarence Shepard Day Jr. turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, with Marian raising the flying lizard as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the dragons names so that she could better key out them, and the More time she spent with them, the more she was able to see the subtle physical differences between each creature and state them apart.

Every day, she would wake up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awaken, and then secure every orifice in her body with their dick until she had a screaming orgasm and they coated her in seed. By the time they were done, the elder dragon would return with a slain animal that Marian would feed on with the like volume as her dragon kinsperson, and after they had eaten, they would all fuck her at once with her begging them to work her harder and faster, and then flow asleep.

On days when they were more energetic than horny, the dragons would instead run around the cave and child's play, pouncing and wrestling with each early while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle had healed, she would often wax out of the nest and join them, while being careful not to get her naked dead body scratched and bruised on the rough cave level and their hardening scale of measurement.

During times when the flying lizard were asleep but Marian was horny, she would mount out of the nest and pleasure the senior dragon. She would bury her human face in the slit of the giant beast's cock, using her tongue to push back the Dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would blurt out all over her, she would swallow as much 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 flying dragon, the more she noticed their growth rate. When they had first hatched, the firedrake were the size of wolves with greatly disproportionately sexual harmonium. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their phalluses having only grown four in. Marian loved this new sizing and loved being fucked so firmly by their foot-long cocks that she thought they were going to rive her in half. They were so vauntingly that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new sizing and bulk, the elderberry bush dragon began playing a bigger role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entryway to guard the nest and only left to salve himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the forest on the versant, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making surely they got deal of exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the woods in the search of water. Even though the dragons were sharing their food with her, thus letting her substitute semen with animal blood as her source of hydration, she wanted something to squelch her hungriness that wasn't midst and salty. While the Dragon would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the low stream nearby and drinking until she couldn't drink anymore.



It was a tender summer afternoon and Marian was walking through the forest, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of wooden-headed splattering and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a trampled George W. Bush. She pushed the chaparral aside and found on of the flying lizard with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his tooshie when he saw the smile on her face.

"Syris ! Your first putting to death ! I'm so gallant of you !"she beamed, calling the firedrake by his epithet.

The Draco wagged his tail even harder and uphold tearing into the organ of his prey. As Marian watched the flying dragon feast on his start kill, a persuasion entered her mind that made her look up at the sky. Right now it was nice and strong, but only because it was summertime. Soon, winter would rear its ugly head and there was no way Marian would be able to survive the way she was : au naturel and without a way to induce fire. She had to get something to preserve her warm or else she would stop dead to death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the monumental hole the dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a large flap, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would understand her actor's line, but she was hoping he would at least get the message. To her destiny, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to keep on peeling off the hide while he hate. Without any experience or tools, it was incredibly unmanageable and her entirely instruction was park sense and the stories her older buddy used to state whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple tears, she finally managed to pull off the bloody skin, mostly integral. With a smile of pridefulness, she leaned down and thanked Syris with an affectionate osculation on the lips.

After taking a funnies of thigh pith off of the elk and with the pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his repast while she went to find the other dragons and see if she could get the skin off their kills. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few calendar month ago, she was the member of a farming household, working with her parents to raise and beak grapes for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a assault dupe for brutal beasts. Next she became a hardened subsister, willing to go around her legs for her captor and live solely on cum to stay awake. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an animal pelt over her shoulder and chewing on a raw strip of nub with the blood dripping off her mentum and running down her full tit. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect rooster. She had gone from being a sodbuster to being a zooerastia sex-addict that was living more like an animal than a human.

And this lifestyle made her really happy.



Marian was capable to find the sleep of the flying lizard by calling out their name : Isaac, President Arthur, Pinot, Ashford, and the senior dragon, Bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and Bourne were able to overtake some more elk and Marian found them in clip to relieve the fur. She would ask many more than if she was to exist winter, but at least she had enough for more easy bedding.



After two hebdomad, Marian was able get more than thirty animal fur from buck, moo-cow, elk, and even bears. Using clappers and braided haircloth, she managed to deform five of them into a set of clothes to keep her Thomas More than warm when out of doors once winter came, and turned the residue into a furry tunnel that she could lie in and stay perfectly prosperous, no topic how cold the cave became, not to bring up she had all of the tartar snuggled up against her to prevent her warm.



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

Her bitterness thoughts were interrupted as the cave suddenly went morose. Something was blocking the sun, was it Bourne ? The query was answered by six loud crashes outside and the arrival of the dragons, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

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

Over the six months since they hatched, the tartar had grown to be the size of it of stallion and now looked so much like their father. The plates, which had originally been soft and tap, now looked like ruby silicon chip and were as knockout, their stubby claws and fangs were as toilsome and crisp as dagger, and they were even Sir Thomas More well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The young dragons all lowered their foreland and she gave each of them a long and passionate osculation on the lips, flitting her lingua between the point of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot grape, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knees, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized phallus. Licking her mouth, she took the heading in her oral cavity ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the dragon shiver in pleasure. The respite of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to give them license to penetrate her.

After various seconds of orally pleasuring Pinot grape, Marian stood up and faced the ease of the elephantine winged lizards."Come on back to the nest and I'll show you just how proud of you I am."

She then walked back to the nuzzle, climbed up onto the edge, and bent over with her animal hide britches around her ankle to indicate her pussy and arse."Come on male child, I'm waiting."

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



Winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her compendium of brute pelts, Marian had a hard time staying warmly. Sensing her vulnerability to the cold, the Draco became additional protective of her, even bourne. When they left to go search or get practice session, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the night, the giant elder flying lizard would lie down by the nest and use one of his giant wings to keep Marian and his son warm and protected from the arctic night air.



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



Marian awoke in the nuzzle by herself on beautiful break of day in late spring, the day after the one-year anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to find a suggestion of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the dragons needed more and more intellectual nourishment. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the woods. Wearing her animal hide outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprise. The firedrake had purged the nation of all boastfully animate being and were always traveling farther and farther in search of nutrient. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a amble around the woods and drinking all the urine she could, she went back to the nest to wait for her winged lovers.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a restless sleep during the night, but woke up the next morning to find herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a strong prison term finding food, but her idea was filled with worry. After spending the day drunkenness H2O and collecting godforsaken industrial plant and en to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a mystifying thrill of trouble in her heart, but she worked with every character in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for food, Marian spent nigh of the night lying on her back in the vacuous draw close, staring at the cavern cap. As the moon reached its high-pitched stop in the sky, an thought entered her judgement. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her crucifix necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a souvenir of her early life-time, even though she had lost her faith in God. She couldn't remember the survive time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.

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



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

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

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



One yr later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing sheets in a water system bbl, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the dragons were not going to return, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to human bon ton. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human life and enculturation, but now she was once again a member of 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 organized religion in God once and for all after being taken from her get-go family and left behind by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her granger animation.

It was gruelling for her to stay focused on her project, as not a undivided minute passed by where she didn't think about the dragons she had come to know and love. Ever since coming back to human social club, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual haste she had experienced time and time again in the Dragon nest. She had tried having one-night flings with the men of the townsfolk, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barns and stable on multiple social occasion to pleasure the horse and bulls, but zip gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumors of flying dragon that passed through the town, wondering if there was any newsworthiness of her former family. All she heard was the boring expected : cows and horses being killed and women being told to restrain their hair short so as not to drag attention and be taken away. It was for this reason that Marian allowed her tomentum to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to flow the mute sheets, she heard a noise that made her drop cloth her basket and gasp. It was a bellowing, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. Several riot could be heard in the background knowledge, but the snarl of a flying lizard drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy route that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the source of the commotion. People screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the tips of red wings.

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

Turning a corner, Marian got a good look at the creature and gasped. Even after a year of increase and change, she recognized the scale approach pattern and bone structure of the dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of it of his father, the animal was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like paws, he was reaching out and grabbing woman from the crowds of people that had come to see the commotion or had not yet fled. Snorting in pain in the neck over the shortness of their hair, he would drop them and they would run away screaming. With his shadow and wings, he kept at bay soldiers and Fannie Farmer, slowly edge towards him with weapons and tools.

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

The firedrake stared straight at her and his fanny and wing hung limp. With weeping of joy in her middle, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of the great unwashed, and came out in the capable outer space to confront the tartar. The scarlet giant lowered his head, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectator stared in thoroughgoing disbelief.

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

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

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

She then looked down and gained a coy grin. The onlooker gasped in unbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his pecker to let out itself. Like bourn, Pinot's erect cock was now the size of a corner log, and Marian had to use both hands to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head with her spit, causing many onlookers to swear, thigh-slapper, and deliquium. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the head of his cock with her tongue. At last, the dragon had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's face and clothes with more than than two gallons of seminal fluid, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlookers that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the flying lizard and began brushing her hair's-breadth with her digit."I'm sure you have youngster of your own now, you must have found a partner to lay deal of eggs. Here, take my hair to line your draw close, and consider me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to live here anymore. I want to hold out with you and know the youngster of my children."

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





The End




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