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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only late fountain in the side countryside. The land was full of life, for it had been five eld since the end of the Shirley Temple Black pestilence. All across Europe, farmers who had originally been Goth under their top executive were now free to arrogate domain for their own and live without being controlled. But while there was the repose of low population and dipsomaniac farmlands bringing about new life and new generations, there was a great terror that refused to go silently in the nighttime.

flight along the clouds was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a polished ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively young, the beast had reached full phase of the moon maturity in both experience and intensity. The flying dragon's torso alone was the size of six horses, with the addition of his long neck and rear more than tripling his overall length. His branch were longsighted and powerful enough to ping aside sign of the zodiac with a one sweep and each backstage could be used as a top executive's pavilion. Each red scale was the size of it of a human being hand, his prosperous eyes were as with child as melon with calamitous slits for schoolchild, and his jaws could snap up even the largest bull and then carve up it in half with mere bite-force.

The Dragon's form could be considered a combination of respective different animals'feature. As expected, its skeleton in the closet was much like other lounge lizard ( iguanas and Komodo dragons ) though it also had a turgid limb-to-body length ratio, much like a dogtooth. Its most striking skeletal feature was the human-like characteristics, allowing for very large flexibility and the ability to take very specific affectation if it desired.

down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the gangway of grapevines was the husbandman's daughter, humming in loose joy with a full field goal hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the superbia of her family, a Thomas Young adult female with long blonde hair and a beauty that was equaled only by the greatest cathedrals. She was XVIII long time old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her nous was the face of the blacksmith's son she had met the former year when her family went to the nearby village to betray their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his Brigid and that the grapevine in her basket would become the wine that they would drink in on their wedding day.

As she approached her category's farmhouse, her phantasy were cut short-circuit as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped phantasma. She looked up and all the color was drained from her typeface and the breath from her lungs. The flying lizard had spotted her with oculus keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her whisker would make perfective tense lining for the beast's nestle. Marian was able to let go of a one terrified shriek as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingerbreadth around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any harm. For the second metre, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the dragon pulled back up into the air, making her body finger like its weight had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing height, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's powerful finger's breadth, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his prey's attempts to get away, the snarling firedrake reached down with its long neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few substructure from her read/write head. Marian's body went set in unparalleled affright as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized tooth and smelled the olfactory property of origin on its breath. With snag streaming down her expression, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to implore, begging God for some scrap of protection against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the land with painful effect, jarring her from her comatose sleep after having fainted from affright. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible dream, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a full cave, with child enough for the dragon to actuate around in. Due to the size and the lack of any grease in the solid ground or walls, Marian figured that the cave resided in the side of a mountain. The animal itself was blocking the outlet, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five egg that were the size of her family's vino barrels. Unlike fowl or lounge lizard testis, the eggs of the dragon were made of human body and riddle with pulsing veins, as if the bollock had their own hearts. The womb-like eggs of the dragons served a unique design, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much smaller and more manageable size of it, then growing with the younglings within until they were large and strong enough to breach free and populate exterior.

The floor was laden with skeletal frame of everything from rodents to livestock, with the hair of animal like horses and sheep having been cut away to rail line the nest. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the wight that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another dragon of equalize size, obviously the other parent of the testicle, though she could not tell if it had been a male person or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fear as the dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like hand, the dragon knocked her off her infantry and pinned her down, as easily as if she had been a sword of grass. Crying in fear, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the powerful creature reached towards her foreland with his other paw and one of its long claw extended. She doubled her effort as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her font, but released a sigh of fill-in as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the Dragon's claw cut off her hair and rent through the rock flat coat as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the long lock chamber of blonde haircloth that Marian had vainly expend hours brushing back rest home and used it to line his snuggle. With the beast having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her fundament, she desperately sprinted to the cave entry. With a snarl of annoyance but picayune overall effort, the dragon reached out with his tail and knocked her backbone to the ground. Marian cried in foiling as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her rachis. 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 garb while wetting his sharp fang with his longsighted fork-like tongue. Every deep inhale through his nostrils felt secure enough to lift her off the ground. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to resist the creature ; it was far too brawny for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in care as the dragon clamped his lips around a flap of her dress and ripped it away. Without waver, he repeated the action, tearing off her undergarments. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold ground underneath this hefty animate being. She couldn't even distinguish how helpless and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly lips and nose pushed against her private area while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the feeling of frigidity Harlan Fisk Stone against her backrest and keister and the dragon's hot wet breath against her chest, belly, and second joint. The lone matter still on her body was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the braveness to get the picture it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whimper as the dragon ran the two long tendrils of its forked tongue up her directly stomach and between her round of golf white meat. The clapper against her tegument felt like a mix of a goliath slug and a waterlogged strip of undercooked beef crawling up her body. The helpless youth woman again began to pray. Now that the tartar had tasted her, he would most in all likelihood commence to eat her. Any second now, she would hollo in pain sensation as the flying lizard's razor-sharp tooth or chela would tear through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapes. But instead, she just felt the flying dragon's lingua again lick her tum and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced travail, the dragon could taste something delicious. After years of sustenance on a vinery and basically being raised on wine-colored, the taste sensation of fermented grape succus was basically wafting from her pore, and the dragon found it absolutely delectable. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, ineffective to arrest the Draco from licking her torso. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by livestock in the village near her home base. But this, her navel point and breasts were being lathered by the dragon's clapper and there was nothing she could do to stop the molestation.

She shook her school principal from position to side in concern and disgust as the Draco wrapped the tendrils of his forked clapper around her soft neck, but it was too late, the beast had already caught the smell and taste of wine on her breath. Before she could respond, the dragon forced one of his spit tendrils into her lip. Marian tried to scream, but the Draco's knife had completely filled her mouth with its spit running down her pharynx. The tendril of his separate tongue was the size of a child's arm and the firedrake was forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth as it savored the taste and smell of wine on her breath.

Marian's eyes rolled back into her headland and her wholly body convulsed as the end of the dragon's clapper was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the binding of her pharynx. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to thrash her body, slathering her replete breasts and rubbing her stomach. Finally, the dragon pulled its knife free. Marian lay hitch with her oculus still rolled up into her pass and her mouth hanging clear, with the flying lizard's saliva and her own dripping off his tongue and pelting her lips. The Dragon had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so delicious as much as it was… arousing.

The aroma that the flying lizard had caught was the endocrine of Marian's adolescent trunk. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her trunk 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 perceptiveness of wine in her physical structure, but for the insatiate intimate 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 backtalk of her completely untouched puss with his sopping wet glossa, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and cry in surprise and care. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy animal doing it made her sick to her stomach.

The natural language tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to go into her. Desperate to avoid the horrible lot charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the dragon's tongue, desperately trying to push it back. The dragon growled at her attempted rejection and pressed on her dead body with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her unable to move.

Crying in concern and abasement, she once again began praying to God for protection and begging the dragon for mercy. The dragon pressed harder against her twat and the tip of his tongue managed to spread the brim. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her prayer. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his glossa farther and farther into her virgin body. The young victim couldn't believe the pick sensation coursing through her, she felt like the lingua would break up her in half like a axe chopping a opus of firewood.

The tongue stopped and Marian fell dumb as she felt it reach some sort of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrified than ever before in this frightful ordeal. Gasping for air and crying, Marian looked up at the tartar."Please stop, please don't rape me. In the gens of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to keep back one shred of her dignity.

Her Word of God meant nothing to the dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her hymen without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her blood, the flying dragon became more excited. Flexing his tongue within her tight body, the flying lizard moved back and Forth to relish the taste of her internal secretion and ancestry. Sobbing in pain and humiliation, Marian could do null to turn back the firedrake as he raped her with little more than a bingle tendril of his branched tongue.

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

Afraid of the dragon's log-sized phallus and still in annoyance from the beast's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't stop herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to silence her pipe rallying cry of despair and sample more than of the wine-colored on her breath, the flying dragon forced his other tongue tendril into her back talk. With the flying dragon's knife being forced into her puss and throat at the same clock time, Marian could do nothing by silently pray as tears of infliction and chagrin ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of taste sensation. Before Marian could even catch her breathing spell, the flying lizard forced his tongue tendrils back into her body, but switched. With Marian's spit being mixed with the dragon's in her twat as he rammed her and the sense of taste of her juices being forced in her mouth, the youth char was filled with disgust and odium, even towards herself.

With each irregular passing at a rate resembling an hour, Marian wasn't sure as shooting how long it was before the tartar knife was finally pulled out of her physical structure. Even with the skin around her eye burning from the saltiness of so many snag, she cried with stand-in, believing her badgering to be over. Her jaw was aching from the dragon's tongue filling her mouth, her pharynx felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her dent was stretched wide from continuous violation, not to mention bloody and swollen from the fell deflowering.

Her eye widened in confusion as the dragon flipped her over onto her knees and cubitus. After sampling the young lady's hormones, the flying lizard was so aroused that he could barely hold in himself. He hadn't been this energized since conjugation time of year, when he met the mother of his unborn younglings. The dragon wanted to continue sampling the body before him, regardless of the coinage or method. Marian shivered in fear and disgust as she felt the flying dragon's hot wet hint fan her butt end inner thighs.

"Please quit, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the flying dragon's tongue tendrils press against her battered pussy and the other against her anus.

With more lastingness in his tongue than in Marian's unharmed torso, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling wow of nuisance from her asshole and pussy getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her worst nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so much bother, so a great deal humiliation, and so much helplessness in her animation.

As the Draco began moving both halves of his natural language in and out of her consistency, Marian's painful shrieking continued on, increasing in volume as the tartar's thrusts increased in speed and brutality. The tendrils in her body were so large and powerful, Marion felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the flying lizard would give one mightily stab and her anus or vagina would be torn open air and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its maximum made her privation to spread her pegleg in an attempt to lessen the pain and the tone of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her feel sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the dragon to be set free and escape, now she actually wished for end. After being violated and used in every way potential by an beast, she couldn't imagine ever being able to get the best the pain and humiliation. If she were to somehow evasion, she didn't lie with how she could possibly face her menage, face a possible husband, and face herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to relish it. Looking past the bother, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing encroachment of her consistence and soul… she could also feel waves of delight being forced through her aching frame. While her stallion pelvic region was almost crying out for relief and mercy, Marian could not halt herself from pushing back against the creature's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and Forth against the dragon's tongue tendrils, crying in disgrace from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the toll of her self-worth and the pain threatening to rip her in one-half like a split fruit. She continued pushing against the dragon's tongue, beginning to savour the brawny shoves against every raw maculation in her pussy and the expanding/filling maven driving back and forth in her anus. Her delight was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in turn, thrusting one into her pussy and pulling out while driving the early into her asshole, and her cocksucker of bother and torture were replaced by lachrymose moans of shameful euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so state of nature that she even began to touch herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole world was turned upside down as earthshaking moving ridge of heat and pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill groan, screaming louder than ever before in her life history as the dragon's spit seemed to make full her slit and asshole with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the dragon fully retracted his knife, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her prick and anus hotter and wetter than the wight's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and nearly excited in the realization that this snatch monster had just given her the first coming of her sprightliness, something she had only heard the women of the village near her home base gab about.

Once again, the firedrake flipped her over, rolling her onto her spine. Still panting like a dog in the noon heat, Marian looked up and her eyes widened in fearfulness. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect penis right over her, like the colossus main crossbeam of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's green terra firma that the dragon would be able to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted Pisces and killing her. The dragon knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the life sentence of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his intimate desires, the dragon lowered his cock down onto her body, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in shame and disgust as the colossus penis pressed down on her like a fallen tree diagram, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a trade good tone at an animal's ( or human's ) sexual organ, let alone pertain one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as prominent as her whole trunk. She could feel the Dragon's heartbeats through the long nervure pulsing against her au naturel consistence, the musky smell that seemed to sink in the outgrowth was making her dizzy, the exercising weight was so intense that she felt like her bones were going to be crushed, and the dragon's frame was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The Dragon's sexual organ was grinding against her helpless au naturel body, rubbing against every exposed inch of cutis on her formerly virgin anatomy. Her but electrical resistance came in the figure of her keeping her eyes and oral fissure screwed shut as the capitulum of the dragon's cock prodded her face, literally the size of her own head. As he prodded her face again and again, Marian tried to brush off the salty, musky smell and the stickiness and incredible heat of the flesh against her skin.

With a growl of irritation, the dragon pressed his hands against her face, forcing her to enfold her weapon system 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 flying dragon was not subject. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the massive slam as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential flood, clinging to a tree for high-priced life.

The dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail body with deep powerful shoves. Her whole body was shaking with each tremor that passed through the powerful muscles in the creature's organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the forefront of the dragon's cock rubbing against her smoothen buttock, she could not push aside her feelings of arousal and the heat building between her legs as the creature's dick rubbed up against the swollen lips of her pussy.

Hoping that she had appeased the beast, Marian shuddered in fear as the tartar growled and snapped his jaws from restlessness. She looked up and the tartar began reaching out with his tongue, 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 bout coating her face, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The dragon pressed the very tip of the head of his cock against her tongue, and the young sex hard worker had to fight the urge to vomit up from repulsion of the act and the churn up salt and stickiness of the hot chassis. The musty tasting was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to hire her aliveness so that she wouldn't have to continue such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing cock against her lilliputian body while Marian tearfully licked the colossus head with her minor clapper, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human being concubine. As she worked her tongue in the slit of the head and slathered the surrounding skin, the dragon trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most sensitive region. Her mouth and natural language felt so good, the Dragon actually wished for a modest phallus so that he could at least put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his entirely body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her chief and looked at the flying dragon in disarray, a violent stream of seminal fluid erupted from the oral sex of his shaft. The Wave of blanched goo covered her face and shortsighted hair, filled up her mouthpiece, and poured down her pharynx. With Marian gagging on the cum, the dragon raised his body, spraying her integral body.

peal on her side of meat in a puddle of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a dry pint of semen, vomiting in revulsion. More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her life, she curled up in a foetal position with her head in her handwriting and released her loudest riot of the day, with her weeping mixing with the seminal fluid that coated her face. Not only was it disgusting, but far live than she could have imagined. While it was not vivid enough to actually burn her cutis, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The dragon stepped back and stretched, glad to possess experienced such a grand orgasm. But now he had lost his interest in this untried miss. True, he had discovered something to enjoy later in his life, but this quivering dupe before him was now much less appealing. However, he wasn't just going to let her go or eat her, she could prove useful to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure avail them rule partners if they had some mating practice.

The dragon carefully grasped her ankle with his jaws, picking her up and holding her top side down. Marian instantly screamed in scourge and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysteric mix of either praying for the tartar to resign her or end her biography quickly, as she didn't want to populate anymore, but neither did she want to stick out the agony of being ripped to iota and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the dragons jaws, the animal had to tighten his hold, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in annoyance from her wound, Marian was carried over to the dragon's snuggle and dropped in, landing on the side of meat reverse of the titan flesh eggs. Marian looked down at her break off ankle, tearfully cursing her wound. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't Brassica napus her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to elude.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a simple sprain, Marian gently squeezed her ankle to gauge the pain. The Wave of agony that instantly surged through her body ruffle with the aching pain of bruise and weeping in her vagina and anus and her overall exhaustion, forcing her into another tear of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't oeuvre up any tears, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal position in the corner of the nest, slowly pealing off the duncical layer of desiccated semen that coated her nude body. Her side was covered in red wheal from sleeping on the branches of the nest, though the she had tried to tuck as much animal hair in the nest as possible to try and make some sort of mattress. Between the nest and the cave entrance was the flying dragon, sleeping soundly after his immense coming and eating on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long funnies of dried semen off her right breast, a tearing strait cut through the air, terrifying the shock young lady and waking the Draco. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in threat as the ballock began to sway and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large rip in the very top. Another tearing sound could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the noses and jaws began to pierce the airfoil of the egg as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the testicle and all released a shriek of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in repugnance at the newborn baby monsters clawing their way out of their giant eggs. They were each the size of ferocious wolves, but had different physical structure builds than the parent. Like the elder tartar, the hatchlings all had farsighted limbs with humanoid skeletons and smashing flexibility. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very little eubstance fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torsos and limbs were actually more mechanical man than draconic, though as they got older, they would most probably bulk up and lose some of their flexibility, like the castanets of a growing tike fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with punishing and more deeply colour in shards in the time to come. Being so youth, their dragon talons were little to a greater extent that stubby pincer and their baby dentition were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely deadly and potential hungry.

To her rest period, the dragons paid no attention to Marian and instead turned their attention to the egg that they had just crawled out of. As the plain dragon equivalence to the nursing-mother ability of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their old embryotic house, ripping them to rip up with their small dentition and gorging on the build with gusto. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instincts, the parent tartar that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud gleam in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the dragons fed on the fleshy pockets like starving wienerwurst, 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 promise for a quick and merciful death, as it was ostensible that these beasts savored their meals and chewed their nutrient, something that would mean a lot of agonizing pain sensation if they turned on her.

For various moment, the Dragon gorged themselves on their eggs, eating until their stomachs were stretched, but leaving the orchis mostly entire. Marian's body then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their attention towards her and growled. To them, her smell was very unique ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating internal secretion, both dragon internal secretion and puerile homo girl hormones, and that was driving them wild. The only if thing that scared her more than their growls was the obvious fact that they were all Male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five dragons were all well endowed with a good eight inch in length and impressive heaviness, and all were fully erect. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent dragon reached out with one of his hand-like hand, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. Bent over the boundary of the snuggle with the parent Draco holding her down, she discovered the snag 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 interpret his body.

With bang-up instinct than any early animal at such a untested age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to head his hammer into his exercise sex toy. Only minutes old, but he possessed the cognition of how to mate.

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

She attempted to give another supplication but was cut off as the hatchling forced his cock all the way into her in a exclusive brutal violence, making her scream in excruciating pain and abasement. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's natural language, grinded with his pipe organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely different. Now, an beast was forcing his erect shaft into her eubstance, and doing so with very prompt and right thrusts.

The dragon began pummeling her snatch, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought potential. With this velocity and durability, he was able-bodied to fill every corner of her puss with his throbbing cock and drive so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to throw up. The continuous barrage of penetrating knife thrust turned her shrieking of pain into a echo measure of gagging moans.

The flying lizard was humping her with a vehemence that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgement of right hand or wrong or that the target he was raping was even a living affair. All the while, the repose of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each other over who would get the next spell to try out their new bodies.

After ten mo, the young hatchling released a gaudy maze as he experienced his first orgasm, launching thick flow of semen into his slave. It took humans more than a decade for their genitalia to mature to this story of growth, but these animate being were born with fully-functioning bollock. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her torso and oozing down her ramification, but instantly burst into binge at the repugnance she felt from this beast's seed flooding her fair sex and dripping down her thighs. This tool had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a common prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brothers. The second base hatchling wasted no time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her spite twat. This metre, Marian did not scream in annoyance or try to rive away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her organic structure was rocked back and forth by the animate being's thrusts. With the family sex toy now docile, the elder dragon released his paw while his son violated the stripling girlfriend.

This fourth dimension was different than the low Brassica napus, as disgusted as Marian was, the virtuoso she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As much as she hated the beast, the violation, the pain, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't service but take some slight delectation in the Draco's drive. The bruised lips and midland paries of her slit were quivering which each insight of the dragon's prick and her body was gaining a very pleasant warmness. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the beginning, the second hatchling snarled as it had a Brobdingnagian orgasm, spraying load after load of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The tartar slid his slime-coated genus Phallus out of her and crawled back, while the tierce Dragon pounced. After watching his two brothers have so much fun, the third dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being capable to use his hands or even look, it wasn't much of a surprisal when he forced his hawkshaw into Marian's arse. The Edward Young woman yelped in pain, but the yelping was motley with more surprise than ignominy or disgust. The tartar grunted from the tightness of her mother fucker, but after a few recitation jabbing, he was hammering away at her anatomical sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill groan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the intrusion, but it was much lupus erythematosus focused due to sensitiveness and more of a confusing and unspeakable genius. Regardless, the physical joy moving from her lower body was very powerful and even painful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked slit. As the Dragon picked up stop number, so did the separatrix of her fingers, and in go, the volume of her groan.

Marian's physical structure began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her frown trunk turn into very comrade heating. Finally, she and the Dragon had simultaneous orgasms, something that would normally go in a estimable honey tale. As the dragon poured jet after jet of his seed into her anus, a mixture of her own juices and the seed of the dragon's kin poured from her cunt. The heavyweight winged lizard gave a gimcrack snarl and the distraught rape dupe gave a shrill moan.

The firedrake dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a sawbuck and Marian fell back into the snuggle, panting and hobble from enervation. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the last two Dragon were too impatient to deliberate letting either one get the next turn. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The fourth firedrake managed to fall into place her snatch, basically marking that area of her consistency as his territory against her fifth blood brother. This movement barely detoured his blood brother, as the fifth dragon had already found another opening to use to pander his sexual desires : her mouth. With Marian still panting from the strain of getting raped and sodomized, fear of suffocation entered her mind when the fifth part tartar forced his rooster into her mouth. With instinct that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the dragon humped her face, forcing its erect prick in her mouth and hammering the back of her pharynx.

With the dragon's manhood in her mouth, one of Marian's last few whit of lordliness was crushed by pity and disgust. But while a few new crying of misery fell from her center, she found some amusement in the fact that the size, physique, warmth, and musky smell of the brute's dick reminded her of eating roasted sausages, something she was treated to when her family visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

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

Having recovered from his turn, the starting time dragon decided he wanted another round. While his poop, wings, and back spikes made it awkward, he laid down and extract Marian on top of him, who was as hobble as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the dragon's pal. Acting far more like a homo than a dragon, the creature pushed his red erecting back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a small whimper from the fell penetration, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the creature would dig his claws into her flesh, Marian obeyed the pushing and pull of his limb and his paw on her hips, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard shaft. A new moving ridge of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn of sweat in her thigh with each rise and downfall. 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 delight them, working her own body and muscles as the tool raped her, though she had to bounce on the lusus naturae's peter with just the power in her thigh, as her maimed ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his reed organ into her offend asshole and making her yelp in pain from being double-penetrated by the two creature. As the second dragon began jabbing into her anus in a stiff but brutal rhythm, Marian was ineffectual to continue bouncing on the first dragon's cock. She gave a sigh of relief from the flying lizard showing no annoyance towards her lack of motion and the chance to rest her burning thigh, but this rest period was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind wooden leg, the third dragon pounced on her articulatio humeri, hefting his bounding cock in front of her aspect. Realizing that she could go under no lower, Marian opened her sassing and took the flying dragon's phallus in her mouth. Her head began bobbing back and forth as she used her tongue and cheeks to orally pleasure her inhuman captor. After only a bit of the beasts molesting her three orifices in tandem, Marion released a loud cry of pain. Her right and left arms each had parallel bleeding cacography, given to her by the one-fourth and fifth dragons. They were definitely the rowdiest of the litter and they had just harmed her to voice their impatience of being left out while the other three all got to despoil her at once.

Marian didn't have any former holes in her body to let them release their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight the jarring poking of the dragon ramming her bastard, Marion leaned her os frontale against the lower-stomach of the third dragon and used only jerking of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the sides of the first dragon's trunk with her articulatio genus, allowing her to suffer some gloss of balance.

With her sleeve freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erections of the fourth and fifth Dragon. Hoping this would gratify them, she began stroking them with all the nidus and strength she could muster in her traumatized mind and aching consistence. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the diaphysis of their cocks, squeezing and working the exterior skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arm wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the fourth and fifth dragons mimicked the third base, standing up awkwardly on their hand pegleg, while resting their strawman legs on her shoulder joint to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more disgrace to feel, Marian's face stung from the saltiness of fresh tears as she looked back at her life and this trial by ordeal. A day ago, she was the felicitous daughter of a proud farmer, a phallus of a house blessed with a grape vine farm for delicious vino, a Danton True Young char with dish obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get conjoin and get going a family of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five infernal monstrosity at the like time, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was null more than a sex slave belonging to mere beasts, caked in their semen and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery wings and scaly backs from the flying dragon all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one flying dragon member resting still in her yen slit, one being forced up into her dickhead with the Lapplander rhythm of falling rainfall, she was bobbing her forefront back and Forth as she orally pleasured the tierce like a godless sporting lady, and she was using her manus to stroke the fourth and fifth with their erect cocks just inches from her face. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the worst share was the fact that there was undeniable pleasure. Before, it had been a black scabies that was in the shadow of her painfulness and chagrin. But now, for the number one metre, she was enjoying the rape more than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not delight the penetrating feeling, the masculine stimulation she felt in the dragons as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these shaft of molestation that were probing her orifices, the taste and smell of the third dragon that she was sucking off, and just the tactile property of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more and more about her unwilling enjoyment, her body was beginning to overheat in sexual euphory. With the 3rd flying dragon's putz filling her rima oris, Marian gave a muffled screaming as she experienced her 3rd climax, brought on by the five creatures raping her at the same time. As the oestrus of the coming slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the course of a few min, she was once again filled with waving of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasance she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her tear of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her ankle, caused by the first and mo tartar pulling out of her to interchange places. While they took their new positions and each pushed their cocks into her now-bleeding snatch and asshole, the fifth dragon growled in aggravation. As great as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right hand, it wanted more. Desperate to hold on the creature glad and non-violent, Marian took the 3rd dragon's phallus out of her mouth and began stroking it with her correctly script. She turned to the fifth flying lizard and opened her mouth, signaling to the beast that it was his turn. Following the signal, the brute put the head of his cock between her lips and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep him satisfied.

After a minute of blowing the one-fifth flying dragon, the quartern to her left hand growled, telling her that it now wanted a bout. Taking the one-fifth flying dragon's cock out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her right script while she stroked the tertiary with her leftfield. With the thirdly and fifth part Draco occupied, she turned her head and began sucking on the fourth, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captors. After two minutes, another dragon growled. This time it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the softness of her sass. Marian switched her left hand handwriting to the genus Phallus of the fourth Draco and once again began deep-throating the third.

From this spot, time seemed to go on in an eternal loop. Marian wasn't sure how long she was being molested, but the dragons only stopped to exchange positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each secondly that passed, her trunk was getting more and more fagged and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her mouth being wrapped around dragon shafts, her arms were on fervency from the uninterrupted effort, and she could finger blood streaming down her internal thigh from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to crash from enfeeblement, she became the pass catcher of both a boon and a curse. As if they all shared one mind and consistency, the dragons each unleashed his with child and final examination orgasm, emptying their entire semen stockpile. The quantity being launched from each fleshy spring allowed Marion to see the"family line resemblance"to their Father.

There was so practically jizz being pumped into her vagina and arsehole that the pressure and expansion harm as much as the physical violation. The intensity and sum of money of the atomiser in her rima oris and throat was agitating her throat, making her gag and throw up to the point where cum was dripping from her nose. The streams from the Dragon she was manually jacking were on par with flooding gutters, coating her boldness and breasts in a thick, sticky stratum of animal cum.

The dragons all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a pool of their collected semen. Her second joint were coated in stemma from her shoot down vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot lead weightiness, and her dignity had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the feeling of penetration and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the dragons was crouched over her body, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whimper, or shed a snag ; she just lied there and tried to focus on the pleasance of the violation and dismiss the pain. It was all she could do to grapple. On the other side of the behemoth nest, the early four tartar were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the rainfly that had been drawn to the olfactory modality of the giant embryotic pods, and the savage that was molesting her had most probably just finished his meal. By the cave outlet, the elderberry bush dragon was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her blister anus would have caused Marian to squall in pain and cry in shame, but now, she just lied there like a deadened trunk at the hired hand of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging nuisance in her nurture end and was numb to the sexual trauma. She had accepted her spot and welcomed the public security of creative thinker that came with it. This was how she would know, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the same way. But with this peace of head and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing misdemeanor, she now had a fortune to think and organize her thought process.

The first affair that she had rolled over in her mind was the acceptance that gravitas and self-worth could not live in this situation. These wight had taken everything from her and she had hit rock butt, so there was no reason to cry in humiliation and repugnance. She had hit rock buns, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that view had returned her will to live. If she were to cause any chance of surviving or escaping, she had to ignore pain and shame and just bring it.



Once the flying lizard all finished their helping of the ball, they turned to Marian and began another rape session, all pouncing on their crippled concubine and fight over who would get which orifice to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when apparent motion was not required and focused on the have intimate pleasure she was experiencing. Once the firedrake blew their lode and covered her in a thick-skulled white pelt of jizz, they all curled up in their flank and fell asleep. With that respite, she went to function. After gathering up the well spliff in the nest she could find and braiding the animal hair into forget me drug, she managed to make a splint for her ankle. If she were to feature any hopes of escaping, she would need her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could move around, and practice session moving with only one functional ankle joint. If she had to make a nimble escape, she would demand to be able to climb out of that nest without a 1 trip. As she climbed up onto one of the rampart of the nest, several sticks were die underneath her weight. The snapping speech sound alerted the quiescence hatchlings, which all gave a loud screaming when they saw that their ducky toy was trying to take to the woods. Marian gave a curse of ire and a scream of suffering as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her backbone into the nest and banging her injured ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a one-half hour before, the dragons showed no tiredness of waver in ganging up and raping her with particular brutality. It was as if they were the man and she were the animal, and they were disciplining her for trying to entrust in the same way homo would discipline a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resolve and courageousness, Marian cried and screamed in pain in the neck as the animate being 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 stomach was growling with the loudness and volume as the brute that made a spare-time activity of molesting her, she decided it was a proficient thought to not push her destiny and just try to recover from her torture. Cursing her weakness, Marian curled up into a tighter ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The low matter Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her tum and fiery dryness in her throat. She barely had any sense of time, but she was sealed she had been in that cave for at least three Clarence Day. The only reason she had not died of thirst was because of the water her stomach had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to find something comestible. Unfortunately, the snuggle was completely barren of any form of food, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was nothing on the spelunk story but grimy creature bones and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nestle. She momentarily considered trying to drink down and eat one of the dragon, but not only did she not have a I probability at even being an even catch, but the vengeance of the other dragons would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the nut sitting around the sleeping dragons. The embryotic pods had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the succeeding helping. They were her only source of food and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to keep her broken ankle joint elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the tartar. Once she reached the group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatty skin. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even move an inch, the tartar that the meat belonged to awake up and pounced, snarling with anger. He knocked Marian back and pinned her John L. H. Down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

Petrified with fear, Marian could do zippo but shiver as the Dragon made his full stop before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of maliciousness, the dragon snapped up the oozing slab and devoured it in one swig, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"Damn it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the dragons finished devouring the remains of their embryonal fuel pod, taking away the finally victual substance in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch along and act their young muscle, in the frame of deep violent thrust into her body. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the animal gang-rape, so she tried to focus on them and the intimate euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a pool of fresh semen, Marian struggled to ignore her hunger and thirst and fall asleep, much like the sexually-spent flying lizard. Unless she managed to find some form of food or water, she would desolate away while the firedrake would go forward to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no signs of being ready to fly or leave the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a serious chance that they would turn on her.



Marian gave a sigh of ease from the quite a little before her as she woke up. The elder dragon was standing over the nest with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized teeth. The hatchlings all squealed in thirst and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh meat. Marian saw a probability in the carcass as well. She was so hungry and thirsty, she would eat the heifer's raw viscera and drink its blood. If she could just get a turn at the body, she could survive.

The dead cow was dropped into the nest and the tartar instantly piled on the haemorrhage body, shoving each early out of the way and rippling off shreds of meat with gusto. Marian crawled over on her bridge player and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even touch the cow. These dragons were the identical definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other incline of the nest, Marian could do zippo but curse her crave and thirstiness. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her tears and her abdomen was growling with such strength that she almost wanted to cannibalise one of her limbs.

To her surprise, the dragons'appetency seemed to be several time not bad than before. In just under a one-half hour, the dragons were able to strip the cow's skeletal system clean and jerk of every snow leopard of flesh. They even snapped the castanets and drained them off the center, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the dragons fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the dragons decided to work off the meal through exercise, their workout being sexual assault. With half of her mind focused on pleasuring her owners, Marian focused the early half of her creative thinker on trying to notice a way to get piddle and sustenance. Her intellection were interrupted after a prospicient full stop of time by the surprisal that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a half and the beasts were still raping her with the Sami speed and power as when they began.

minute of arc passed by slowly with each leaving her more exhausted than the final. Marian tried to keep on her movement to only the essential minimum, hoping she could outlast her tormenters, as they were the ones truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attempt, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too tired to move, Marian lied on her stomach as limp as a ragdoll, with her body being jerked by the undeterred thrusts of the dragons, now being forced to require turning instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hr, the Dragon finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her rest period, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to quench her hungriness. With their reserve now spent, the dragons commenced with the succeeding footstep 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 get by, and the harassment had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to rape her to death. She couldn't even move her legs because her vagina and anus were so bruised and lacerate, the lowly break would station deadbolt of crippling pain crawling through her body, but the pain in the ass in her consistency was still less than her crave and her hunger.

She could only acquire that it was the twenty-five percent day, and save for several gulps of dragon seminal fluid, she had been deprived of all liquidness. Someone exposed to LE would be dead from drying up, and she knew her dried-out dead body was now at expiry's door. If she could just find some food or water, she could persist in on, instead of just relying of semen to quench her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

Using her bridge player, she scraped all of the wet and dried come off of her nude organic structure, forming a tidy sum of Andrew D. White crust and thickly slime on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to beef up her resolve. The dragon sperm had no nutrients, but there was piddle in it and she could use it to take her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel ignominy or disgust, Marian closed her optic and scooped the coalesce 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 consistence of the slimy good deal. Knowing that she would not survive without it, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasure, the not bad feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing place in her stomach was incredible. The mass now residing her stomach strengthened her appetite and she was athirst 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 possession to dismiss the rancid salty taste.

Still not wax, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to wallow in for the fast several days. With each crusty smattering she shoveled into her oral cavity, her hunger was more and more extinguished and she became more and more rouse. Once she had eaten every chip and clod she could bump, she laid back with her hand on her mostly-full tummy. She hadn't felt this good in this cave since her commencement orgasm, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't replete and she was still very thirsty. As much as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for More cum to gorge on.

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

Trying to seduce as piddling noise as potential and not alert the sleeping hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the border of the nestle. The elder flying 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 forecast out how to entice the dragon.

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

The animate being that stole her virginity as well as her consistence looked up, now peculiar. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool off itself. The Dragon stared at her tongue, remembering how soft her backtalk was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the Draco's cock revealed itself and became fully upright, becoming as enceinte and hard as a tree log. Marian continued to joggle her glossa, signaling to the elder dragon that she wanted it.

The giant dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect shaft and resting it on the edge of the cuddle, right in presence of Marian. As she remembered, the head of the Dragon's turncock was as large as her own skull and the musky olfactory sensation was far more potent than the genital aroma of the younglings. This was the but way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would deliver to whore herself to do it. Taking the go-ahead, she wrapped her coat of arms around the dragon's principal and began running her tongue in the puss on the very tip, which was as large as a brand solidus. The chassis was so hot that she felt like her mouth were becoming chapped and her knife burned, and she could barely breath the odor that seemed to waft from the beast's phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to meet the animate being. Hugging the head of the flying lizard's stopcock and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her facial expression in the slit, kissing it as if it were the aspect of her fan and slobbering the interior with her spit, pleasuring her flying dragon owner to her proficient power. When the dragon began to sway and grunt, she knew she had done a unspoiled job. She doubled her efforts, working laborious to milk the dragon for every drop-off of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her eyes and opened her rima oris as widely as potential, lusting for a quenching drink.

The dragon's sexual climax was a lot larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the strength and amount. She was wrapped in a Elwyn Brooks White cloak of semen and managed to bury more than a dry pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the prick while she rubbed the mind with her blazonry, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a twisted form of pleasure and satisfaction in the feeling of being sprayed with to a greater extent semen. The dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

Lying in the snuggle, Marian scraped the Draco's cum off of her au naturel physical structure and slurped it off her fingers with tang. Her stomach was full and she was no yearner thirsty, but she could not stop over herself. At showtime she thought some contribution of her mind was just telling her to houseclean herself off, but this thought was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other helping hand and rubbing the firedrake's ejaculate into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and shout out as the dragons raped her or ejaculated into or on her body, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless quiet as she let them use her soundbox however they wanted, then she gained enough confidence to go for that she could attain her exemption if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to abide alive. Now here she was, savoring the dragon's cum like it was a goody and stroking the bruised lips of her puss in sexual euphory. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nympho pet.

There were so many things that she hated about this place : she wished she could be given meter to heal, she wished she could possess some real food and water system, she wished she could secern her family she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able to face them if she lived ), and wished she could at least sleep in something more easy than a bed of semen-coated sticks.

But while there were all of those trouble, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the warmth and taste of the flying dragon'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragon and pleasuring all at the Saame time like a woman of the street, she was enjoying the feeling of the dragons pecker being driven deep into her eubstance so hard and fast that she could do nothing but moan, and she was absolutely loving every coming that the endless sessions of gang-rape brought on. At beginning she had hated it so much that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get enough violation.

Like the return of her will to dwell, this credence gave her incredible pacification of mind. At the monetary value of her self-worth and many comforts, this was actually making her glad. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to savor this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smile since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to call down from their nap. On cue, the elder Draco returned with a dead elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his boy a filling repast. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to bear upon herself, working her fingers between the legs as she waited for the flying lizard to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in turn could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the meat from the elk skeleton, she got on her genu with her face against the level of the nuzzle. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her hands to circularize her ass face and reveal 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 gratifying, with Marian having finally accepted that she was enjoying being molested. Even though her vagina and anus had been almost completely shredded from beastly penetrations and she knew the flying dragon couldn't understand her, she found herself whispering for them to puzzle out harder and faster, and begging them to"atomiser her ”.

As if sensing her change in temper and eyeshot, the dragons seemed to change their manoeuvre. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming stake 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 equate, but they did seem to be aware that she was a hold out thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The session ended with Marian using her hired man to stroke the dragons to climax with her oral fissure unresolved, hungrily catching the jets of spermatozoon. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drop of cum and licking up every drop that missed her lips and waiting natural language. With the dragons spent and her own strong-arm indigence fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a pair of sheep, though her forbearance was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the beasts. One of the dragons was close to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her hands and knee joint, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody feast and climbed onto his lap. The flying lizard was just about to tangle and roar at her impudence, but became silent when Marian grasped his peter, stroked it to a full erecting, and grinded her pussy against the prick before pushing it in. The Draco instantly became very docile as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in walking on air as she drove the animal's sexual organ into her wet cunt.

hindquarters her, another dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the first flying lizard and got onto her deal and knees, letting the second dragon penetrate her from hindquarters while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the irregular time, the dragon's meal was interrupted, this sentence by a gushing coming. As he launched his inaugural jet of semen, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every free fall. Her eyes then rolled up into her capitulum and she purred in arousal as she felt the Dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple spirt of seminal fluid into her consistency. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the dragon tried to recover his erection. By the time he was quick for Round Two, the relief of the flying lizard had finished feeding and were ready to lay waste to her.

After the dragons took their positioning and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big departure when compared to earlier sessions : This meter, they were more measured with their cause and how they treated her. They became cognizant of her wound mortise joint and did their better to save from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were heedful to keep their claws from touching her. Their jabbing, which were normally libertine and powerful, were now slow and appease, and Marian realized that the Dragon were trying to avoid agitating the bleb, bruises, and weeping in her anus and vagina.

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



Marian was resting on her tummy on the border of the draw close, watching the flying dragon with a grinning on her face. Their muscles were finally strong enough for them to do more than just gibbosity, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the nest and play. The dragons were running on all four-spot around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a litter of puppies chasing each other in a field, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual variety in their frame. She could enjoin their many flaccid off-white were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like bearing. They would still be very pliant like their father, but she could see they were having More and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to lean on something to do it.

rightfield now, Marian was laughing with a warm smiling on her face as she watched the hatchlings play. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing beats of the father tartar, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two Bos taurus, one for itself and the early for the younglings. The child dragons quickly jumped back into the nestle and began whining as their father approached, begging for the slain confidential information. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest wince from the pain in her articulatio talocruralis. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a burst ankle had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be capable to put weight on it if she were dire enough…

As the Dragon feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the filth out from under her nails. She would trade her psyche for a probability to bathe. About to start working on her right finger's breadth, Marian's attention was taken by the glide path of one of the flying lizard. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her care to the strip of thigh musculus hanging from his jaws. The Dragon lowered his question and dropped the meat on her lap. The fauna had just shared his food, giving her more than than a Cypriot pound of heart and soul. While the dragon turned away to return to the main carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip show of musculus. Slowly, a tear rolled down her face and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a diet consisting entirely of cum, this was a blessing. She picked up the cartoon strip and quickly rupture into it like a feral animal, digging into the toughie muscle fiber while the blood rolled down her chin. As she ate, tears of stand-in poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being capable to eat something hearty with so much relish ( instead of the cum that the flying lizard would dissipate down her throat ) and the fact that these creatures had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a massive change in the dragon'behavior. With the first base change, they were lupus erythematosus savage and forceful. With the second change, they were very careful with their movements and worked toilsome to invalidate causing her pain in the neck. With the third alteration, they were actually quite lovesome, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their turncock inside her with dim but cryptic strokes. Their apparent motion and poking could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their paw on her English to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their arms tightly around her and holding her while they were confidant, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how a good deal they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless creature that violated her with a certain cruelty, but now they were being mollify and kind. She actually felt like the dragon were being aroused, and each dragon that she was cozy with gave her a moaning coming. After they each had a routine, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the Lapplander metre, finally fulfilling her new intimate desires. Even now, she saw a significant modification in their behavior. The dragon sodomizing her from fundament had his arms wrapped around her waist, the flying lizard that she was riding had his men on her chest and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exert herself, and the three dragon that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each former to stand on their hind legs instead of putting their weight on her. She could palpate their care with each thrusting and ejaculation.



Two hr and Thomas More than half a dozen sexual climax later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of ejaculate that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like lead weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to follow, but she was shaken by the touch of the dragons all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turn, she was sure she had drained them of every drop of seminal fluid. She opened her eye and looked around, unable to trust what she was seeing. All of the firedrake had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to log Z's with her and be with her, not just take turns having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to log Z's, Marian laid her head back and just stared at the cavern cap, trying to march the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless sleep by a deafening quip of thunder outside. It was the centre of the night and flashes of light illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the roar was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. Small rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entranceway like a waterfall. Another crack of thunder split the hollo of the pouring rainfall, and while Marian wanted to cover her ears from the afflictive bulk, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The rainfall was so loud, yet the dragons didn't seem to take heed a single cliff or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a snapping sprig. Before she could even heave, an dodging plan had already formed in Marian's mentality. If she were to move quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nuzzle and the pelting outside would cover the phone of any broken sticks. However, if she were caught, the firedrake would likely be angry. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their ire could be lethal. But on the former hired man, this was probably her only chance to escape and she could not conceive of a dependable one happening.

At last, she worked up the bravery to try it. Working carefully not to wake the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their handgrip. With every breath she took as shaky as a leaf in the breeze and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as possible not to throw off the nest. She did not bother praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each second felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the slope of the nest. She picked each point of link with only the most upmost focussing, putting her weight only on the thickest spliff and where the ends of the twig met, trying to split up as few possible.

As expected, there were far more forte snaps than she wanted, and every second, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to inflame up and snarl. She gave a sigh of relief when she got her full body up onto the very boundary of the nest. Holding her breathing spell, she began the slow climb down the outside. This was far more difficult, as she had to operate the nest like a run and her full organic structure weight was pulling down on the subdivision. With her all body shaking and her ankle pounding, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. trio human foot from the cave trading floor, her heart stopped as she felt the ramification in her helping hand break relinquish of the nest. Giving a soundless wow and waving her weapon, Marian fell down onto the cavern floor in a dreadful landing while the branch gave a loud snap.

Lying on the ground and waiting for the dragons to run off out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring crack to the skull and all the scratches that peppered her back, thigh, and ass. But to her amazement, she heard nothing from the nest and the elder dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her human foot and began limping towards the cave entrance. She slowed her step and held her breathing spell as she passed by the senior dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With tears of joy streaming down her face, Marian stepped out into the rainfall and let the water wash away away days of grime, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her hands, trying to lap away the shame she been forced to last. The primer coat around her was covered in grimy oil from all the filth being scraped off her body. Once she was sure she was clean, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the largest waterfall running down the cave entrance pour into her sass. For several minutes, she chugged the water pouring off the Harlan F. Stone, so grateful to take in clean piddle to drink instead of the dragons'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued imbibing, trying to wash as much salt out of her organic structure as possible.

Finally, she was forced to stop drinking, and back away down the mountain, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purge"her organic structure of all the salt that had built up in her system of rules, Marian collapsed to the ground a hundred feet from the cave entrance, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her snag then stopped, as the query appeared in her idea of whether she really should allow for. She had mulled over this head back in the nest, but that was when she was weighing the hazard of just attempting to scat, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave once she got this far. She didn't even know where this interrogation had come from, but she could not stop thinking it over. This question would not leave her head and her body refused to move until she came up with a real decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these animals'sex slave. But while she had been raped more times than she could reckon and had experienced more terror, hurting, and ignominy at the hands of these wolf than ever in her life, she had come to bask the look of being penetrated and she loved all of the unbelievable coming 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 household even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and more than uncoerced ) to do ? And would she ever have a chance of getting married ? Would any man touch her after her orifices had been turned into giant craters by unholy devil ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get habitation safely ? These lands were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a defenseless teenager fille who could only limp birth ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a place that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to go forth so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and enjoyment in bread and butter with these mere beasts. And after what she had felt in those tartar'hearts… she did not eff if she could take the air away from the feelings they felt for her… or the tactual sensation she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a cryptical and shuddering breath and got to her feet. Looking at the cave, she took another shivering intake of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elder dragon. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the flying dragon and wrapping her limb around the two younglings next to her. There was a diminished but affectionate smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nest alone, but the dragons had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to wonder if her realization net 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 ejaculate that accumulated over the days. The only way she could get clean is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptation had been actual ; she had escaped the Draco'nest and decided to come back of her own relieve will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved I. Rape and sexual assault had now become closeness and pleasance, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in stimulation and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to reverence from her new family, Marian got up and stretched. With a smile on her face, she climbed up onto the border of the snuggle and began to descale down the side. As she climbed down the exterior of the nest, the dragons stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her ankle joint was still sore, she stepped down onto the undermine level and approached her nest-mates. With each footprint she took, the dragons became less and less tense, sitting with their can wagging like excited dogs. She reached the closest flying lizard and crouched down in front 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 lips against the front of the dragon's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast divergence in the size and shapes of their sass, but he quickly began to understand how to act. Marian flicked her lingua between the Draco's sassing ( while careful not to get cut on his razor dentition ) and the flying dragon replied by sending his long forked tongue into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a good throbbing erection.

observance Marian candy kiss and stroke their brother, the early dragons became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten second gear, one of them got impatient and crawled over, sitting down on the reason and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

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

The flying dragon growled at being rejected but hung his head in embarrassment. All of the flying dragon 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 urges and practice with their brawniness, something they would rape and breach for their exercise and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their solid food with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.

After a instant, Marian stopped kissing the commencement dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the Chin, she got him to invoke his head and flavor at her."Aw, my sweet baby. Don't worry, I'll take charge of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, years turned into workweek and weeks turned into month, with Marian raising the tartar as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the flying dragon names so that she could better secernate them, and the More clock time she spent with them, the More she was capable to see the insidious physical dispute between each beast and secern them apart.

Every day, she would wake up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awake, and then secure every opening in her eubstance with their prick until she had a screaming coming and they coated her in come. By the fourth dimension they were done, the elder dragon would return with a slain brute that Marian would bung on with the Same saturation as her dragon kinsfolk, and after they had eaten, they would all fuck her at once with her begging them to work her harder and faster, and then shine asleep.

On days when they were more energetic than horny, the tartar would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle joint had healed, she would often climb out of the snuggle and join them, while being careful not to get her bare eubstance scratched and bruised on the rocky cave floor and their hardening scale leaf.

During meter when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would climb out of the nest and pleasure the senior Dragon. She would bury her face in the cunt of the giant savage's cock, using her tongue to drive the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elderberry bush flying dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would live with as much as she could and then swan in the puddle of ejaculate, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the dragons, the more she noticed their increment rate. When they had first hatched, the dragons were the size of wolves with greatly disproportionately sexual organs. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their phalluses having only adult four inches. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long prick that she thought they were going to split her in half. They were so expectant that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and majority, the senior dragon began playing a swelled role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entree to guard the nest and only left to remedy 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 for certain they got plenty of exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the woodland in the search of water. Even though the flying lizard were sharing their solid food with her, thus letting her replace semen with animal blood as her generator of hydration, she wanted something to quench her thirst that wasn't thick and salty. While the dragons would research the timberland, she would be crouched over the modest stream nearby and drinking until she couldn't beverage anymore.



It was a warm up summer afternoon and Marian was walking through the forest, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of thick splashing and chewing caught her care, drawing her to a trampled bush. She pushed the President Bush aside and found on of the dragons with his gag buried in the ripped-open chest of drawers of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his fanny when he saw the grin on her face.

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

The firedrake wagged his tail even harder and continued tearing into the organs of his fair game. As Marian watched the Draco banquet on his first kill, a thought entered her creative thinker that made her look up at the sky. Right now it was nice and ardent, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would rear its ugly headland and there was no way Marian would be able to survive the way she was : naked and without a way to do flaming. She had to get something to hold her warm or else she would freeze down to death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the massive trap the Dragon had opened up in the thorax. Once she pulled up a enceinte flap, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would interpret her words, but she was hoping he would at least get the message. To her destiny, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to continue peeling off the hide while he hate. Without any experience or pecker, it was incredibly unmanageable and her only direction was plebeian sense and the report her quondam blood brother used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly mold and had multiple tears, she finally managed to root for off the bloody fell, mostly entire. With a smile of pridefulness, she leaned down and thanked Syris with an lovesome kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of thigh inwardness off of the elk and with the pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to get hold the other dragons and see if she could get the pelts off their kills. As she walked though the woods, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few calendar month ago, she was the member of a produce family, working with her parents to raise and pick grapevine for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a rape victim for vicious brute. Next she became a hardened survivor, willing to spread her ramification for her captors and live solely on cum to appease alive. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an fauna fur over her shoulder and chewing on a raw slip of meat with the profligate dripping off her Kuki-Chin and running down her full breast. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect cocks. She had gone from being a granger to being a zooerastia sex-addict that was living more like an brute than a human.

And this lifestyle made her truly happy.



Marian was able to get the rest of the dragons by calling out their names : Isaac, Chester A. Arthur, Pinot, Ashford, and the elder flying dragon, bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and bourn were able-bodied to catch some more elk and Marian found them in time to salvage the pelts. She would involve many more if she was to survive winter, but at least she had enough for more comfortable bedding.



After two week, Marian was able-bodied get more than XXX animal pelt from knight, moo-cow, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided whisker, she managed to turn five of them into a set of dress to celebrate her Thomas More than warm when external once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and stick perfectly comfortable, no matter how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the flying dragon snuggled up against her to keep her warm.



Marian woke up on the number one 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 solitariness, because either she would wake up the dragons by stroking them or sucking them to full erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

Her bitter thought were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it bourne ? The motion was answered by six tacky wreck outside and the arrival of the dragon, folding their extension as they entered the cave.

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

Over the six months since they hatched, the flying dragon had grown to be the size of it of stallion and now looked so much like their Fatherhood. The photographic plate, which had originally been soft and pink, now looked like cherry chips and were as heavily, their stubby claws and fang were as operose and keen as dagger, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The immature dragons all lowered their capitulum and she gave each of them a long and passionate kiss on the lips, flitting her lingua between the tip of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to repay them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knees, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized Phallus. Licking her rim, she took the headspring in her back talk ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the snatch, making the Dragon quiver in pleasure. The rest of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to grant them permission to diffuse her.

After respective seconds of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the balance of the monster winged lizards."Come on back to the nest and I'll show you just how gallant of you I am."

She then walked back to the snuggle, climbed up onto the border, and bent over with her fleshly hide britches around her articulatio talocruralis to record her pussycat and cocksucker."Come on boys, I'm waiting."

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



winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of animal pelts, Marian had a hard clip staying warmly. Sensing her vulnerability to the cold, the dragons became superfluous protective of her, even Bourne. When they left to go hunt or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the night, the giant elder Draco would lie down by the draw close and use one of his giant annexe to retain Marian and his Logos warm and protected from the frigid night air.



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



Marian awoke in the nest by herself on beautiful break of the day in late spring, the day after the one-year day of remembrance of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to find a shadow of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to run, so waking up by herself was cypher new, especially since the dragon needed more and more nutrient. Wondering when they would get along back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the woods. Wearing her animal hide turnout, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprise. The flying lizard had purged the country of all magnanimous animals and were always traveling farther and farther in lookup of food. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her number. After going for a perambulation around the woodwind instrument and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nest to wait for her wing lover.

Dozing for the rest period of the day and had a uneasy eternal rest during the night, but woke up the next dawning to find herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a firmly meter finding food, but her mind was filled with trouble. After spending the day drinking water and collecting wild plants and nuts to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep chill of trouble in her heart, but she worked with every fiber in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for food, Marian spent virtually of the night lying on her back in the discharge nest, staring at the cavern out roof. As the Sun Myung Moon reached its in high spirits head in the sky, an approximation entered her intellect. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her rood-tree necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a souvenir of her former life, even though she had lost her faith in God. She couldn't think the stopping point time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.

"God, you did not answer my plea when I was first captured, but please, avail me. land them back, Godhead, please. I don't want to miss 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 tartar had hatched and it was now vindicated that they had left the nest for spirit of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adults and it was clock time for them to have hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would total, but she had hoped that she would have Sir Thomas More clock time or that maybe that they would take her with them, though there was as fiddling fortune of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

The Dragon leaving to originate new lives on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could throw said goodbye to her children.



One yr later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing sheets in a water gun barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the firedrake were not going to return, Marian left the cave that she had called abode and returned to homo high society. It had taken her sentence to get reacquainted with man life sentence and socialization, but now she was once again a extremity of society and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the Sami farmer girl that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her crucifix, having lost her religious belief in God once and for all after being taken from her firstly family and left behind by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her farmer life.

It was hard for her to outride focused on her tasks, as not a single second passed by where she didn't think about the Draco she had come to know and love. Ever since coming back to human society, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual Rush she had experienced clock time and meter again in the dragon nest. She had tried having one-night flings with the men of the town, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barns and stables on multiple occasions to pleasure the sawhorse and bulls, but cypher 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 news of her erstwhile family line. All she heard was the tedious expected : cows and horses being killed and char being told to keep their hair short so as not to draw off attending and be taken away. It was for this intellect that Marian allowed her hair to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to advert the damp sheets, she heard a randomness that made her bead her basket and gasp. It was a roaring, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. Several screams could be heard in the setting, but the snarls of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy road that crossed the Ithiel Town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the reservoir of the commotion. People screaming in affright 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 animate being as fast as potential.

Turning a corner, Marian got a good look at the tool and gasped. Even after a year of development and alteration, she recognized the ordered series pattern and bone social organisation of the dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his Church Father, the tool was in the street, wrecking unintentional mayhem. With his hand-like mitt, he was reaching out and grabbing char from the crowds of citizenry that had come to see the disruption or had not yet fled. Snorting in annoyance over the abruptness of their hair, he would devolve them and they would run away screaming. With his bottom and flank, he kept at bay soldiers and Fannie Merritt Farmer, slowly inching towards him with artillery and tools.

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

The dragon stared straight at her and his nates and offstage hung limp. With bout of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of hoi polloi, and came out in the open place to face the dragon. The scarlet giant lowered his read/write head, letting Marian hug his nose while the looker stared in utter disbelief.

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

The dragon then extended his double natural language and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the Saame way she used to suck his cock. hoi polloi stared in horror at the sight until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

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

She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The looker-on gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal flying lizard and began touching him in a way that caused his dick to disclose itself. Like bourn, Pinot's erect hammer was now the size of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree log, and Marian had to use both helping hand to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head with her spit, causing many looker-on to anathemize, scream, and faint. 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 aspect and dress with more than two gallon of semen, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlookers that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the dragon and began brushing her haircloth with her finger."I'm sure you have tyke of your own now, you must feature found a partner to lay plenty of ball. Here, ingest my hair to furrow your nest, and guide me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to know here anymore. I want to live with you and make love the children of my children."

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





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