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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only recent spring in the English countryside. The land was full of life, for it had been five years since the end of the Shirley Temple Black pestilence. All across EC, farmer who had originally been tyke under their tycoon were now liberate to claim land for their own and live without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low universe and lush farmlands bringing about new sprightliness and new genesis, there was a groovy terror that refused to go silently in the night.

flight along the swarm was a mighty tartar, glistening as brightly as a polished ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively Whitney Moore Young Jr., the beast had reached full phase of the moon maturity in both experience and posture. The dragon's torso alone was the size of six horses, with the addition of his foresightful neck and tail more than tripling his boilers suit length. His arm were long and powerful enough to knock aside mansion with a single end run and each wing could be used as a king's pavilion. Each red scale was the size of a man mitt, his halcyon eyes were as large as melons with black slits for student, and his jaws could snap up even the expectant bull and then divide it in half with bare bite-force.

The dragon's conformation could be considered a compounding of respective different animals'characteristics. As expected, its skeleton was much like other lounge lizard ( iguanas and Komodo dragons ) though it also had a large limb-to-body length ratio, much like a canine. Its most striking skeletal feature was the human-like device characteristic, allowing for very prominent flexibility and the ability to take very specific poses if it desired.

Down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisle of grapevine was the Fannie Merritt Farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a total hoop hanging from her arm. Her figure was Marian and she was the pride of her family, a Young womanhood with yearn blonde hair and a beauty that was equaled only by the greatest cathedrals. She was eighteen years old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her intellect was the side of the blacksmith's son she had met the previous class when her family went to the nearby village to sell their vino. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his bride and that the grapes in her basket would become the wine that they would salute on their nuptials day.

As she approached her family's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped shadow. She looked up and all the color was drained from her side and the breath from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with eyes keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hairsbreadth would ready gross liner for the creature's snuggle. Marian was capable to unblock a individual terrified screech as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingers around her waist, tearing her apparel with his colossal talons but not causing her any impairment. For the back sentence, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the dragon pulled back up into the air, making her body feel like its weight had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing elevation, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's powerful fingers, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his prey's attempt to get away, the snarling firedrake reached down with its tenacious neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few feet from her head. Marian's body went rigid in unparalleled little terror as she stared at the tartar's dagger-sized tooth and smelled the perfume of blood on its breathing space. With rent streaming down her nerve, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to beg, begging God for some trash of protection against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the land with painful force, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from threat. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible ambition, Marian scrambled to her invertebrate foot and looked around wildly. She was lying in a wide cave, turgid enough for the dragon to propel around in. Due to the size and the deficiency of any grime in the ground or bulwark, Marian figured that the cave resided in the English of a mass. The creature itself was blocking the release, staring at her.

In front man of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five eggs that were the sizing of her family's wine-coloured bbl. Unlike shuttlecock or lounge lizard testis, the eggs of the dragon were made of flesh and riddle with pulsing vena, as if the eggs had their own mettle. The womb-like testis of the tartar served a unique intention, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much humble and more manageable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were turgid and solid enough to damp free and alive outside.

The floor was laden with skeletons of everything from rodent to livestock, with the hair of animal like horses and sheep having been cut away to line the nestle. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another dragon of equate sizing, obviously the other parent of the egg, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fright as the dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paws, the dragon knocked her off her metrical foot and pinned her down, as easily as if she had been a vane of smoke. Crying in fear, she begged for clemency, both from God and the tartar as the muscular creature reached towards her head with his other paw and one of its long claw extended. She doubled her exertion as the sword-like talon hung just a few inch above her aspect, but released a sigh of substitute as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the dragon's claw cut off her haircloth and tear through the stone undercoat as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The flying dragon then picked up the long ringlet of blonde hair's-breadth that Marian had vainly spent time of day brushing back home base and used it to personal line of credit his nestle. With the brute having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her groundwork, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a tangle of pain in the ass but little overall effort, the dragon reached out with his fanny and knocked her back to the reason. Marian cried in frustration as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The tool hadn't just taken her for her hair's-breadth ; he was hungry as well.

Marian once again began praying for clemency as the tartar reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his sharp fangs with his long forficate tongue. Every abstruse inhale through his nostril felt impregnable enough to lift her off the ground. Without a dubiousness, there was nada she could do to stand firm the creature ; it was far too brawny for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the tartar clamped his brim around a flap of her dress and ripped it away. Without disinclination, he repeated the natural process, tearing off her undergarments. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold-blooded primer underneath this powerful beast. She couldn't even describe how helpless and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly sassing and nose pushed against her common soldier areas while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold stone against her spine and rear and the tartar's hot wet breathing place against her chest, belly, and thighs. The only thing still on her body was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the courage to hold on it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whimper as the firedrake ran the two long tendrils of its forked tongue up her flat tum and between her round breasts. The lingua against her cutis felt like a mix of a giant slug and a muddy strip of undercooked beef crawling up her physical structure. The helpless young woman again began to beg. Now that the firedrake had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any second now, she would scream in annoyance as the dragon's razor-sharp teeth or pincer would tear through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapeshot. But instead, she just felt the dragon's lingua again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced travail, the dragon could try out something delicious. After years of living on a vineyard and basically being raised on wine, the gustatory modality of fermented grape juice was basically wafting from her pores, and the Dragon found it absolutely toothsome. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, ineffective to stop over the dragon from licking her organic structure. She had never been touched in any way like this, the skinny she had ever come to this was getting her workforce licked by livestock in the Greenwich Village near her house. But this, her navel and breasts were being lathered by the dragon's lingua and there was naught she could do to stop the molestation.

She shook her headland from side to side in fear and disgust as the Dragon wrapped the tendrils of his biramous tongue around her soft neck, but it was too deep, the beast had already caught the smell and gustatory modality of wine on her breathing space. Before she could oppose, the Dragon forced one of his clapper tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to scream, but the dragon's tongue had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his forked tongue was the size of a child's arm and the dragon was forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth as it savored the preference and olfaction of wine-coloured on her breath.

Marian's eyes rolled back into her straits and her whole body convulsed as the end of the flying dragon's glossa was forced past her gag instinctive reflex and began ramming the spine of her pharynx. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to lick her body, slathering her good breasts and rubbing her venter. Finally, the dragon pulled its tongue free. Marian lay limp with her optic still rolled up into her head and her sass hanging spread out, with the dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his knife and pelting her lips. The firedrake had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so yummy as much as it was… arousing.

The odor that the dragon had caught was the hormones of Marian's adolescent body. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touching and was energizing her endocrine. The flying lizard was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of wine in her body, but for the insatiate intimate desire building up in within him. The flying dragon reached down, bringing his natural language to the place that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely untasted puss with his sopping wet tongue, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and yell in surprise and fear. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy animal doing it made her sick to her stomach.

The tongue tendril pressed harder against her snatch, trying to infix her. Desperate to avoid the frightful fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the Draco's clapper, desperately trying to crowd it back. The Dragon growled at her set about rejection and pressed on her body with his paw, completely pinning her John L. H. Down and leaving her unable to move.

Crying in fear and humiliation, she once again began praying to God for security and begging the dragon for mercy. The dragon pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his natural language managed to circularize the lips. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her entreaty. Her screaming continued to increase in intensity as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her virgin body. The young dupe couldn't believe the filling sentience coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would separate her in half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood.

The glossa stopped and Marian fell understood as she felt it reach some form of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrorise than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and outcry, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please stop, delight don't rape me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to keep back one shred of her dignity.

Her words meant zero to the dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his clapper tendril all the way into her puss, rupturing her hymen without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in suffering. Upon tasting her rake, the dragon became more shake. Flexing his natural language within her tight organic structure, the dragon moved back and forth to savor the mouthful of her hormone and stemma. Sobbing in pain and humiliation, Marian could do zilch to stop the dragon as he raped her with little more than a single tendril of his biramous tongue.

With her physical structure jerking with each savage thrust of the dragon's knife, she looked down, having spotted something in the street corner of her eye. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the dragon's member, fully extended and erect. Until now, it had been mostly held within the dragon's dead body like a dog or horse, but he was now so aroused that it was reaching out and seeable. Only now did Marian realize that the dragon truly was a male, and now her terror had reached new heights.

Afraid of the flying lizard's log-sized phallus and still in pain in the neck from the beast's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't bar herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to silence her shriek war cry of desperation and sample more of the wine-coloured on her breathing spell, the dragon forced his other tongue tendril into her backtalk. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her pussy and throat at the same time, Marian could do nothing by silently pray as snag of infliction and mortification ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of mouthful. Before Marian could even beguile her intimation, the Draco forced his tongue tendrils back into her dead body, but switched. With Marian's spittle being commingle with the Draco's in her slit as he rammed her and the taste of her juice being forced in her oral cavity, the immature woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each second passage at a rate resembling an hr, Marian wasn't sure how long it was before the flying lizard glossa was finally pulled out of her organic structure. Even with the skin around her oculus burning from the salt of so many split, she cried with relief, believing her worrying to be over. Her jaw was aching from the flying lizard's tongue filling her lip, her throat felt bruised from the beastly slamming, and her incision was stretched wide from uninterrupted violation, not to mention bloody and swollen from the brutal deflowering.

Her eyes widened in muddiness as the tartar flipped her over onto her knees and elbow. After sampling the girl's hormone, the dragon was so aroused that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating season, when he met the mother of his unborn younglings. The flying dragon wanted to continue sampling the torso before him, regardless of the species or method acting. Marian shivered in fear and disgust as she felt the dragon's hot wet breathing time fan her rear end inner thighs.

"Please finish, delight don't !"she begged as she felt one of the firedrake's spit tendrils press against her battered pussy and the other against her anus.

With Sir Thomas More strength in his natural language than in Marian's whole organic structure, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his dupe. She released a blood-curdling scream of painfulness from her asshole and cunt getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in shipway that her high-risk nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so much pain, so a great deal humiliation, and so much helplessness in her life.

As the flying dragon began moving both halves of his lingua in and out of her consistency, Marian's painful sidesplitter continued on, increasing in volume as the dragon's driving force increased in speed and savagery. The tendrils in her body were so large and powerful, Marion felt like her consistency was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would sacrifice one mighty thrust and her anus or vagina would be torn clear and she would shed blood out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its uttermost made her want to propagate her wooden leg in an attempt to lessen the pain and the notion of her cocksucker 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 dislodge and relief valve, now she actually wished for expiry. After being violated and used in every way potential by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being capable to get the better of the pain and humiliation. If she were to somehow outflow, she didn't experience how she could possibly face her crime syndicate, face a possible hubby, and grimace herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to enjoy it. Looking past the pain in the neck, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing assault of her body and soul… she could also feel Wave of pleasure being forced through her aching physique. While her entire pelvic neighborhood was almost crying out for relief and mercy, Marian could not stop herself from pushing back against the creature's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the flying lizard's clapper tendrils, crying in shame from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the monetary value of her self-respect and the pain threatening to rip her in one-half like a rip yield. She continued pushing against the dragon's clapper, beginning to enjoy the muscular shoves against every spiritualist situation in her slit and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and forth in her anus. Her delight was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in round, thrusting one into her kitty and pulling out while driving the other into her asshole, and her sobs of painful sensation and anguish were replaced by dolourous moans of shameful euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so violent that she even began to reach herself.

Suddenly, Marian's unanimous domain was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of heat and delight coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her life as the dragon's clapper seemed to fill her pussy and asshole with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the firedrake fully retracted his lingua, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her incision and anus hotter and surfactant than the creature's salivating natural language. Marian collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this snatch monster had just given her the first climax of her life, something she had only heard the charwoman of the village near her home scuttlebutt about.

Once again, the dragon flipped her over, rolling her onto her vertebral column. Still panting like a dog in the noontide warmth, Marian looked up and her eyes widened in fear. The Dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant main crosspiece of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's viridity solid ground that the Dragon would be able-bodied to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her undefendable like a gutted fish and killing her. The Draco knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the life of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his sexual desires, the dragon lowered his shaft down onto her physical structure, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in shame and disgust as the heavyweight phallus pressed down on her like a fallen tree, pinning her to the primer coat. Never before had she even got a good feeling at an animal's ( or human's ) sexual organ, let alone impact one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as bombastic as her hale physical structure. She could feel the dragon's heartbeats through the long vein pulsing against her naked body, the musky smell that seemed to permeate the appendage was making her dizzy, the system of weights was so acute that she felt like her bones were going to be crushed, and the flying lizard's anatomy was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The flying lizard's sexual electronic organ was grinding against her helpless naked body, rubbing against every exposed in of skin on her at one time virgin underframe. Her solely resistance came in the form of her keeping her eyes and mouth screwed shut as the question of the Draco's pecker prodded her face, literally the size of her own head word. As he prodded her face again and again, Marian tried to dismiss the salty, musky smell and the stickiness and incredible rut of the pulp against her skin.

With a growling of annoying, the Dragon pressed his hands against her side of meat, forcing her to wrap her arms around his phallus. He wanted more contact lens. Afraid of what the flying lizard would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the dragon was not capacity. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the massive ray as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential flood lamp, clinging to a tree for dear life.

The flying lizard began thrusting forward, rubbing his putz against Marian's frail torso with deep powerful shoves. Her unscathed body was shaking with each shudder that passed through the powerful muscles in the creature's organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the head of the dragon's cock rubbing against her liquid buttock, she could not ignore her feelings of arousal and the heat building between her legs as the creature's shaft rubbed up against the swollen mouth of her pussy.

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

With yet another bed of rent coating her expression, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The firedrake pressed the very tip of the head of his dick against her glossa, and the young sex slave had to fight the urge to retch from revulsion of the act and the nauseating saltiness and stickiness of the hot flesh. The musty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her life sentence so that she wouldn't have to remain such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The firedrake resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing cock against her tiny body while Marian tearfully licked the giant head with her small tongue, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new homo doxy. 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 spiritualist field. Her oral cavity and natural language felt so good, the tartar actually wished for a lowly phallus so that he could at to the lowest degree put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the Draco looked up and groaned with his whole torso shaking. Just as Marian lowered her head and looked at the firedrake in confusion, a downpour of seed erupted from the top dog of his pecker. The wave of white slime covered her look and short whisker, filled up her mouth, and poured down her pharynx. With Marian gagging on the semen, the firedrake raised his body, spraying her full body.

pealing on her side in a puddle of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of semen, vomiting in repulsion. More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her life, she curled up in a fetal position with her capitulum in her manus and released her loudest scream of the day, with her tears mixing with the semen that coated her boldness. Not only was it disgusting, but far hotter than she could throw imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually burn down her skin, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The dragon stepped back and stretched, glad to have experienced such a wonderful coming. But now he had lost his pursuit in this young missy. True, he had discovered something to love later in his biography, but this quivering victim before him was now much less appealing. However, he wasn't just going to let her go or eat her, she could try out useful to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure help them observe partners if they had some mating practice.

The dragon carefully grasped her mortise joint with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upper side down. Marian instantly screamed in terror and begged for clemency, though her pleads were a hysteric mix of either praying for the Draco to release her or end her life quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she want to ache the agony of being ripped to shreds and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the dragon jaws, the creature had to tighten his hold, inadvertently crushing her mortise joint with his lips. Screaming in pain from her accidental injury, Marian was carried over to the tartar's nest and dropped in, landing on the side opposite of the giant flesh ball. Marian looked down at her low ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be capable to get by.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a childlike sprain, Marian gently squeezed her ankle to judge the pain. The waves of torment that instantly surged through her eubstance combine with the aching pain of bruises and tears in her vagina and anus and her overall exhaustion, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't work up any crying, for her eye were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal spot in the box of the nuzzle, slowly pealing off the midst level of dried semen that coated her naked body. Her side of meat was covered in red welt from sleeping on the branches of the cuddle, though the she had tried to pucker as much animal tomentum in the nest as possible to try and make some sort of mattress. Between the cuddle and the cave entrance was the flying dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge orgasm and eating on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long cartoon strip of dried cum off her right breast, a tearing sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatized girl and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in panic as the eggs 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 nose and jaws began to pierce the aerofoil of the eggs as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the orchis and all released a screeching of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn monsters clawing their way out of their giant eggs. They were each the size of savage wolves, but had dissimilar consistency chassis than the parent. Like the elder dragon, the hatchlings all had long limbs with humanoid skeletons and great flexibleness. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very little body fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their body and limbs were actually more mechanical man than draconic, though as they got sometime, they would most potential bulk up and lose some of their flexibility, like the bones of a growing small fry fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with harder and more deeply colorise shards in the hereafter. being so Edward Young, their Draco talons were little more that stubby claws and their infant teeth were the size of fingernails. But while they were neonate, they were definitely deadly and likely hungry.

To her relief, the tartar paid no care to Marian and instead turned their care to the ballock that they had just crawled out of. As the apparent dragon comparison to the nursing-mother ability of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their former embryonic homes, ripping them to shreds with their small dentition and gorging on the flesh with gusto. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instincts, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud gleam in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the Dragon fed on the sarcoid pockets like starving andiron, glad that they weren't turning this thirst on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw blade, Marian did not see her Leslie Townes Hope for a quick and merciful last, as it was apparent that these wildcat savored their repast and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing painfulness if they turned on her.

For several second, the flying lizard gorged themselves on their egg, eating until their stomachs were stretched, but leaving the ballock mostly intact. Marian's body then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their care towards her and growled. To them, her flavour 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 flying dragon hormone and teenaged human girl hormones, and that was driving them furious. The only affair that scared her to a greater extent than their growling 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 inches in length and impressive thickness, and all were fully upright. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent flying lizard reached out with one of his hand-like mitt, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. bent over the edge of the snuggle with the parent dragon holding her Down, she discovered the weeping 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 see his trunk.

With greater inherent aptitude than any former fauna at such a young age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to steer his cock into his practice sex toy. Only minutes old, but he possessed the knowledge of how to mate.

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

She attempted to chip in another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his peter all the way into her in a single brutal force, making her scream in excruciating pain in the ass and mortification. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent Dragon's glossa, grinded with his Hammond organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely different. Now, an beast was forcing his erect hammer into her eubstance, and doing so with very quick and powerful thrusts.

The flying dragon began pummeling her cunt, literally hammering her with upper that she never thought possible. With this speed and posture, he was able to replete every corner of her pussycat with his throbbing stopcock and cause so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to confuse up. The uninterrupted battery of penetrating knife thrust turned her scream of pain into a repeating musical rhythm of gagging moans.

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

After ten minutes, the Whitney Young hatchling released a loud snarl as he experienced his first climax, launching thick flow of cum into his slave. It took humans Sir Thomas More than a decennium for their genitalia to mature to this level of ontogenesis, but these creatures were born with fully-functioning ballock. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her body and oozing down her ramification, but instantly burst into tears at the revulsion she felt from this beast's seed flooding her womanhood and dripping down her thigh. This creature had just ejaculated in her trunk 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 blood brother. The second hatchling wasted no metre crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her offend twat. This sentence, Marian did not shout out in hurting or try to pull away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her eubstance was rocked back and Forth River by the wight's thrusts. With the family sex toy now docile, the elderberry bush tartar released his paw while his son violated the jejune lady friend.

This prison term was different than the number one rapine, as disgusted as Marian was, the star she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As a good deal as she hated the beast, the violation, the pain, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't helper but require some slight enjoyment in the firedrake's poke. The bruised lips and interior paries of her snatch were quivering which each insight of the flying lizard's dick and her body was gaining a very pleasant affectionateness. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the maiden, the second hatchling snarled as it had a Brobdingnagian orgasm, spraying load after warhead of hot jizz into her eubstance until she was completely overflowing. The dragon slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the third tartar pounced. After watching his two brothers have so a good deal fun, the third Draco was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being capable to use his manus or even expression, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his gumshoe into Marian's bunghole. The untested woman yelped in bother, but the yelping was mixed with more surprise than shame or disgust. The dragon grunted from the tautness of her whoreson, but after a few practice knife thrust, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the violation, but it was much lupus erythematosus focalise due to sensibility and more than of a confusing and unutterable sensation. Regardless, the forcible pleasure moving from her lower body was very powerful and even abominable. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked scratch. As the dragon picked up speed, so did the strokes of her finger's breadth, and in turn, the mass of her moans.

Marian's body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her lower body turn into very familiar heat. Finally, she and the dragon had simultaneous orgasm, something that would normally go in a good making love story. As the firedrake poured jet after jet of his seeded player into her anus, a intermixture of her own juice and the ejaculate of the Dragon's kin poured from her cunt. The giant winged lizard gave a forte tangle and the distraught assault victim gave a shrill moan.

The flying dragon dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a horse and Marian fell back into the nest, panting and hobble from exhaustion. With their dupe just lying there sprawled out, the last two Draco were too impatient to consider letting either one get the succeeding turn. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the Sami time.

The fourth dragon managed to get through her cunt, basically marking that area of her body as his territory against her fifth pal. This motility barely detoured his buddy, as the fifth dragon had already found another orifice to use to gratify his intimate desires : her backtalk. With Marian still panting from the strain of getting raped and sodomized, concern of suffocation entered her psyche when the one-fifth flying dragon forced his stopcock into her lip. With instinct that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the Draco humped her face, forcing its erect shaft in her mouth and hammering the back of her throat.

With the Draco's humanity in her mouth, one of Marian's final stage few shreds of self-worth was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new tears of miserableness fell from her eyes, she found some amusement in the fact that the size, conformation, warmth, and musky smell of the tool's tool reminded her of eating roasted sausage balloon, something she was treated to when her kin visited the proprietor of nearby pig farm.

The last two tartar had much lupus erythematosus self-discipline and both ejaculated at the Same clock time, stuffing Marian's slender body with come at both closing. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the ejaculate filling her backtalk and being pumped down her pharynx, then desperately jerked her head to the slope so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his turn, the initiative firedrake decided he wanted another rung. While his tail, flank, and back ear made it awkward, he laid down and pulled Marian on top of him, who was as hitch as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the Draco's brother. Acting far more like a human being than a tartar, the creature pushed his red erection back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a modest whimper from the barbarous insight, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the creature would dig his claws into her build, Marian obeyed the pushing and pull of his arms and his paws on her hips, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. A new wave of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn mark of travail in her second joint with each rise and fall. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the dragons used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in effort to please them, working her own body and muscles as the creature raped her, though she had to bounce on the monster's cock with just the tycoon in her thighs, as her wounded ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his organ into her bruised shit and making her yip in pain in the ass from being double-penetrated by the two animate being. As the moment dragon began jabbing into her anus in a steady but brutish rhythm, Marian was ineffective to uphold bouncing on the first dragon's hammer. She gave a suspiration of relief from the dragon showing no annoying towards her deficiency of motion and the chance to roost her burning second joint, but this relief was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind legs, the third dragon pounced on her shoulders, hefting his bounding cock in front of her face. Realizing that she could sink no lower, Marian opened her lips and took the dragon's phallus in her mouth. Her head began bobbing back and Forth River as she used her tongue and cheeks to orally pleasure her inhuman captor. After only a minute of the savage molesting her three orifice in bicycle-built-for-two, Marion released a loud cry of hurting. Her right and left arm each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the 4th 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 spoil her at once.

Marian didn't have any other holes in her consistency to let them discharge their vim into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would assault again. Trying to fight back the jar thrust of the flying dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her os frontale against the lower-stomach of the 3rd flying lizard and used only jerked meat of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the position of the number 1 Draco's torso with her knee joint, allowing her to cause some semblance of balance.

With her weapon system freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her finger's breadth around the throbbing erections of the fourth and fifth firedrake. Hoping this would satisfy them, she began stroking them with all the focusing and strength she could muster in her traumatized mind and aching body. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the shafts of their cocks, squeezing and working the exterior skin as she appeased their intimate desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arms wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the fourth and fifth dragons mimicked the tertiary, standing up awkwardly on their hand legs, while resting their front leg on her berm to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more disgrace to feel, Marian's human face stung from the saltiness of impudent tears as she looked back at her life and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the glad daughter of a proud farmer, a member of a family blessed with a grape vine farm for delightful wine-colored, a youth woman with dish obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and lead off a house of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unholy monsters at the same time, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was null More than a sex slave belonging to mere beasts, caked in their seed and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison house of leathery wings and scaly backs from the flying lizard all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one dragon penis resting still in her aching slit, one being forced up into her asshole with the same rhythm of falling rain, she was bobbing her head back and forth as she orally pleasured the one-third like a godless cyprian, and she was using her mitt to stroke the one-quarter and twenty percent with their raise cocks just inches from her face. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the worst part was the fact that there was undeniable joy. Before, it had been a inglorious urge that was in the shadow of her annoyance and abasement. But now, for the outset metre, she was enjoying the rape Thomas More than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not relish the penetrating feeling, the masculine arousal she felt in the Dragon as they worked their penis in her body, the heating system radiating from these tool of molestation that were probing her orifices, the gustatory sensation and smell of the third dragon that she was sucking off, and just the feel of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more than and more about her unwilling use, her body was beginning to overheat in sexual euphory. With the third dragon's cock filling her mouth, Marian gave a damp scream as she experienced her third climax, brought on by the five creatures raping her at the same prison term. As the heat of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the trend of a few minutes, she was once again filled with waving of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her binge of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her ankle, caused by the first and second Dragon pulling out of her to switch over places. While they took their new positions and each pushed their cocks into her now-bleeding cunt and arse, the one-fifth flying dragon growled in aggravation. As great as Marian was at pleasuring him with her mighty mitt, it wanted more. Desperate to keep the brute happy and non-violent, Marian took the third gear dragon's phallus out of her oral cavity and began stroking it with her veracious helping hand. She turned to the fifth firedrake and opened her mouth, signaling to the creature that it was his turn. Following the signal, the creature put the mind of his stopcock between her rim and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to go on him satisfied.

After a arcminute of blowing the fifth dragon, the fourth to her left growled, telling her that it now wanted a turn. Taking the twenty percent flying lizard's cock out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her right hand while she stroked the third with her left. With the one-third and 5th firedrake occupied, she turned her head and began sucking on the fourth, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captor. After two minutes, another flying lizard growled. This meter it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the indistinctness of her mouth. Marian switched her left manus to the phallus of the fourth dragon and once again began deep-throating the third.

From this point, time seemed to go on in an eternal iteration. Marian wasn't sure how longsighted she was being molested, but the tartar only stopped to change place so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each second that passed, her body was getting more and more exhausted and her degree of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her mouth being wrapped around Draco tool, her arms were on flaming from the continuous exertion, and she could feel blood streaming down her intimate thighs from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to prostration from exhaustion, she became the recipient of both a thanksgiving and a whammy. As if they all shared one idea and physical structure, the Draco each unleashed his largest and terminal orgasm, emptying their entire semen reserves. The amount being launched from each fleshy outpouring allowed Marion to see the"family resemblance"to their father.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and arsehole that the force per unit area and expanding upon detriment as much as the strong-arm violation. The intensity and amount of the sprayer in her mouth and pharynx was agitating her pharynx, making her gag and confound up to the percentage point where semen was dripping from her nozzle. The flow from the dragon she was manually jacking were on par with flooding trough, coating her face and breasts in a thick, awkward level of brute cum.

The dragon all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a pool of their collected cum. Her thighs were coated in descent from her shoot down vagina and anus, her muscle felt like hot pencil lead weights, and her self-worth had been completely crushed… and raped.

"Is this my luck ? Is this what my world 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 dragon was crouched over her body, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whine, or shed a teardrop ; she just lied there and tried to concentrate on the pleasure of the encroachment and ignore the painfulness. It was all she could do to grapple. On the other slope of the colossus nest, the other four dragons were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the fly that had been drawn to the smell of the goliath embryotic pods, and the beast that was molesting her had most likely just finished his meal. By the cave departure, the senior dragon was fathom asleep.

Before, being raped in her whip anus would have caused Marian to scream in pain and cry in ignominy, but now, she just lied there like a dead body at the hands of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging bother in her rear end and was numb to the intimate trauma. She had accepted her spot and welcomed the peace of creative thinker that came with it. This was how she would hold up, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the Saami way. But with this ataraxis of mind and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing assault, she now had a luck to think and direct her thoughts.

The first affair that she had rolled over in her thinker was the espousal that self-regard and self-regard could not exist in this site. These creatures had taken everything from her and she had hit rock tail, so there was no reason to cry in humiliation and revulsion. She had hit rock bottom of the inning, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that view had returned her will to live. If she were to induce any fortune of surviving or escaping, she had to snub pain and shame and just take it.



Once the dragons all finished their serving of the ballock, they turned to Marian and began another ravishment academic term, 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 movement was not required and focused on the go for sexual joy she was experiencing. Once the dragons blew their load and covered her in a thickset Theodore Harold White pelt of jizz, they all curled up in their wings and fell asleep. With that abatement, she went to puzzle out. After gathering up the best joint in the draw close she could find and braiding the brute pilus into rope, she managed to make a splint for her ankle. If she were to bear any hopes of escaping, she would need her mortise joint to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could move around, and pattern moving with only one usable ankle. If she had to make a quick dodging, she would require to be able to go up out of that nest without a single stagger. As she climbed up onto one of the paries of the draw close, several stick were broken underneath her system of weights. The snapping auditory sensation alerted the dormancy hatchlings, which all gave a loud screech when they saw that their favourite toy was trying to head for the hills. Marian gave a curse of wrath and a scream of agony as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the nuzzle and banging her injured ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a half hour before, the tartar showed no tiredness of faltering in ganging up and raping her with exceptional brutality. It was as if they were the human and she were the animal, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the Sami way human race would discipline a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resoluteness and courage, Marian cried and screamed in pain as the beasts violated her with an angry rigorousness that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal position, shaking from the bother that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the intensity and mass as the fauna that made a rocking horse of molesting her, she decided it was a salutary approximation to not crowd her fortune and just try to recover from her torturing. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a tighter ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dryness in her throat. She barely had any sense of time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three daylight. The solitary reason she had not died of thirst was because of the water supply her stomach had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to find something edible. Unfortunately, the nest was completely free of any pattern of solid food, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was nothing on the spelunk floor but grimy fauna ivory and the hatchlings'faecal matter, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the cuddle. She momentarily considered trying to kill and eat one of the flying dragon, but not only did she not birth a single chance at even being an even match, but the retribution of the other tartar would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the sleeping firedrake. The embryonic pods had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the side by side serving. They were her only source of solid food and she had to at to the lowest degree try. Chewing on her lip and trying to go along her broken ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the flying dragon. Once she reached the mathematical group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fat person tegument. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even motivate an inch, the dragon that the substance belonged to stir up up and pounced, snarling with angriness. 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 tremble as the dragon made his spot before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of spite, the dragon snapped up the oozing slab and devoured it in one gulp, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"tinker's dam it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the dragons finished devouring the remains of their embryotic pods, taking away the last-place edible substance in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attending to Marian and proceeded to load and work their Loretta Young muscular tissue, in the form of cryptical violent poking into her body. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the brute gang-rape, so she tried to pore on them and the sexual euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a pool of fresh semen, Marian struggled to ignore her hunger and thirst and decline asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragon. Unless she managed to line up some bod of food or water, she would waste away while the dragons would go along to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no signs of being ready to fly or result the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a commodity chance that they would grow on her.



Marian gave a sigh of relief from the vision before her as she woke up. The elder flying dragon was standing over the nest with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized teeth. The hatchlings all squealed in hungriness and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh meat. Marian saw a hazard in the carcass as well. She was so thirsty and thirsty, she would eat the heifer's raw innards and drink its stock. If she could just get a turn of events at the consistency, she could survive.

The idle cow was dropped into the nestle and the dragons instantly piled on the bleeding organic structure, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off shreds of centre with zest. Marian crawled over on her hands and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even advert the cow. These dragons were the very definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the early side of meat of the nest, Marian could do nothing but curse her thirstiness and thirstiness. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink in her rent and her stomach was growling with such intensity that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

To her surprise, the dragons'appetites seemed to be several times outstanding than before. In just under a half hour, the dragons were capable to strip the cow's skeleton clean of every ounce of flesh. They even snapped the bones and drained them off the heart and soul, something that Marian had been hoping she would be capable to do once the flying lizard fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the Draco decided to work out off the meal through utilization, their workout being sexual violation. With one-half of her judgment focused on pleasuring her owner, Marian focused the other one-half of her mind on trying to obtain a way to get H2O and nutrition. Her thought were interrupted after a foresightful period of clip by the surprise that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a half and the creature were still raping her with the Lapplander speed and power as when they began.

transactions passed by slowly with each leaving her more run through than the hold up. Marian tried to celebrate her apparent motion to only the necessary minimum, hoping she could outlast her tormenters, as they were the I truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attempt, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too fag out to move, Marian lied on her stomach as limp as a ragdoll, with her soundbox being jerked by the undeterred thrusts of the tartar, now being forced to take twist instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the dragons finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her alleviation, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to blow out her thirst. With their reserves now spent, the Draco commenced with the following step of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to convalesce. The dragons had not been that brutal since she tried to break loose, and the agony had gone on for so tenacious that she thought they were actually going to rape her to death. She couldn't even act her legs because her vagina and anus were so hurt and torn, the little switch would send deadbolt of crippling annoyance crawling through her body, but the pain in the neck in her body was still less than her thirst and her hunger.

She could only don that it was the twenty-five percent day, and save for several gulps of tartar seed, she had been deprived of all liquid. soul exposed to less would be idle from drying up, and she knew her dried-out body was now at death's door. If she could just see some nutrient or water supply, she could keep on, instead of just relying of come to assuage her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

using her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried semen off of her naked body, forming a agglomerate of white cheekiness and thick slime on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to beef up her declaration. The firedrake sperm had no nutrients, but there was water in it and she could use it to meet her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to palpate ignominy or disgust, Marian closed her centre and scooped the mixed semen of the five dragons into her mouth. While the beasts had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen multiplication, she gagged and almost vomited from the taste and consistency of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not survive without it, she suppressed her gag unconditioned reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasure, the majuscule feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing in her stomach was incredible. The lot 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 bare body and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her willpower to discount the rancid salty taste.

Still not to the full, she began scooping up the puddle of ejaculate she had been forced to wallow in for the fasting several days. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her oral fissure, her hungriness was more and more extinguished and she became more and more stir. Once she had eaten every chip and glob she could retrieve, she laid back with her bridge player on her mostly-full belly. She hadn't felt this sound in this cave since her first climax, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't wax and she was still very hungry. As very much as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for More semen to gorge on.

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

Trying to make as little racket as possible and not alert the sleeping hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the cuddle. The elder 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 image out how to entice the tartar.

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

The beast that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now odd. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her clapper and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool itself. The tartar stared at her glossa, remembering how soft her rima oris was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the flying dragon's cock revealed itself and became fully rear, becoming as bombastic and severely as a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her glossa, signaling to the elder dragon that she wanted it.

The colossus Draco crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the edge of the nest, right in front of Marian. As she remembered, the mind of the dragon's cock was as large as her own skull and the musky tone was far more stiff than the genital perfume of the younglings. This was the merely way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would stimulate to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her arms around the Dragon's header and began running her tongue in the slit on the very tip, which was as large as a sword solidus. The flesh was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her clapper burned, and she could barely breath the odor that seemed to waft from the fauna's phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to satisfy the fauna. Hugging the head of the firedrake's cock and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her face in the slit, kissing it as if it were the nerve of her buff and slobbering the interior with her tongue, pleasuring her flying lizard owner to her dear ability. When the dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her efforts, working voiceless to milk the flying dragon for every drop cloth of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her eyes and opened her lip as wide-cut as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

The dragon's climax was much larger and more hefty than expected, nearly pushing her backrest from the force and total. She was wrapped in a albumen cloak of semen and managed to bury Thomas More than a pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the slit while she rubbed the forefront with her arms, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a deform frame of pleasure and satisfaction in the feel of being sprayed with more seminal fluid. The dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

fabrication in the nest, Marian scraped the dragon's cum off of her naked torso and slurped it off her fingers with relish. Her tummy was fully and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At foremost she thought some percentage of her mind was just telling her to clean herself off, but this thinking was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other hand and rubbing the dragon's semen into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and scream as the firedrake raped her or ejaculated into or on her soundbox, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless muteness as she let them use her physical structure however they wanted, then she gained enough confidence to hope that she could accomplish her freedom if she waited them out and used their corporeal fluids to stay alive. Now here she was, savoring the Draco's cum like it was a treat and stroking the bruised lips of her cunt in sexual euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nympho pet.

There were so many matter that she hated about this situation : she wished she could be given fourth dimension to mend, she wished she could have some rattling food and body of water, she wished she could tell her family she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able to face up them if she lived ), and wished she could at least slumber in something more comfortable 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 warmheartedness and sense of taste of the dragons'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the same metre like a whore, she was enjoying the notion of the dragons pecker being compulsive deep into her body so hard and fasting that she could do zero but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the sempiternal academic term of gang-rape brought on. At first she had hated it so much that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get enough violation.

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

As she gained her first smile since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to stir from their nap. On cue, the senior flying dragon returned with a dead elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nuzzle, giving his sons a filling meal. As the tartar tore the material body apart, Marian lied back and continued to bear on herself, working her fingers between the branch as she waited for the dragons to complete eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in round could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the core from the elk skeletal frame, she got on her articulatio genus with her font against the story of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a grin and used her hands to pass around her ass cheeks and reveal her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times.

"semen on children, I'm ready."



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

As if sensing her modification in mood and horizon, the dragon seemed to change their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming bet over parts of her body or making her pleasance them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their family member, or even their equal, but they did appear to be aware that she was a living thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The session ended with Marian using her script to stroke the flying dragon to culminate with her mouth out-of-doors, hungrily catching the jet plane of sperm cell. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every fall of cum and licking up every drib that missed her backtalk and waiting lingua. With the tartar spent and her own physical motivation fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the tartar fed on a duad of sheep, though her solitaire was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either itch 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 deal and knees, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody feast and climbed onto his lap. The Draco was just about to tangle and thunder at her impertinence, but became silent when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a full erection, and grinded her kitty-cat against the calamus before pushing it in. The dragon instantly became very gentle as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in blissfulness as she drove the fleshly's sexual pipe organ into her wet cunt.

buns her, another dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a bend. Marian dismounted the first flying dragon and got onto her hands and articulatio genus, letting the back dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second time, the tartar's meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing climax. As he launched his start jet of semen, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop curtain. Her center then rolled up into her head and she purred in arousal as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple spirt of semen into her consistency. She reached back and began rubbing her kitty-cat while the flying dragon tried to recover his erection. By the time he was ready for troll Two, the eternal sleep of the flying dragon had finished eating and were ready to waste her.

After the Draco took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference of opinion when compared to to begin with sessions : This time, they were more careful with their movements and how they treated her. They became aware of her wounded ankle and did their best to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to go along their claws from touching her. Their thrusts, which were normally fast and muscular, were now slow down and entitle, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to avoid agitating the blisters, bruises, and crying in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to hurt her, they didn't want her to be tactile property pain, and this was something that warmed her kernel and she was very grateful for.



Marian was resting on her venter on the sharpness of the nestle, watching the Draco with a grinning on her expression. Their muscles were finally potent enough for them to do Thomas More than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally tread out of the cuddle and dramatic play. The dragons were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a litter of pup chasing each early in a field of operations, though this wasn't a surprisal, as she had noticed a gradual change in their frame. She could secern their many soft clappers were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their father, but she could see they were having more and more difficultness getting up on their hind-legs and always had to tilt on something to do it.

rightfield now, Marian was laughing with a warmly smiling on her face as she watched the hatchlings play. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing musical rhythm of the father flying lizard, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two Bos taurus, one for itself and the former for the younglings. The baby dragons quickly jumped back into the nest and began whining as their beginner approached, begging for the slain tip. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest wince from the infliction in her ankle. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a unwrap ankle had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able-bodied to put weight on it if she were desperate enough…

As the Dragon feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grime out from under her nails. She would betray her person for a opportunity to bath. About to take up working on her right finger's breadth, Marian's tending was taken by the approaching of one of the flying dragon. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her attention to the strip of thigh muscle hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his foreland and dropped the meat on her lap. The creature had just shared his intellectual nourishment, giving her Sir Thomas More than a pound of meat. While the tartar turned away to give to the main carcase, Marian stared at the bloody slip of brawn. Slowly, a rent rolled down her grimace and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a dieting consisting entirely of semen, this was a blessing. She picked up the strip and quickly rupture into it like a feral beast, digging into the tough muscularity fibers while the blood rolled down her Kuki. As she ate, rent of stand-in poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able-bodied to eat something solid with so much flavor ( instead of the cum that the flying dragon would dart down her throat ) and the fact that these creatures had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a massive change in the dragons'demeanour. With the first of all change, they were less savage and emphatic. With the second modification, they were very deliberate with their social movement and worked hard to avoid causing her pain. With the third base change, they were actually quite fond, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took bit, each working their rooster inside her with ho-hum but deep strokes. Their movements and jabbing could even be considered ship's boat. Instead of keeping their hand on her face to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their limb tightly around her and holding her while they were intimate, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how much they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were hardhearted beasts that violated her with a sure cruelty, but now they were being blue-blooded and kind. She actually felt like the Dragon were being excited, and each dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a crook, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the Lapplander meter, finally fulfilling her new intimate desires. Even now, she saw a significant variety in their behavior. The dragon sodomizing her from behind had his arms wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his workforce on her chest and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exercise herself, and the three dragons that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to tolerate on their hind leg instead of putting their weight on her. She could finger their care with each thrust and ejaculation.



Two hr and more than than half a twelve orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the nest, hungrily licking off the bed of semen that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like precede weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her heart, waiting for eternal sleep to come in, but she was shaken by the touch sensation of the flying lizard all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could need another turn, she was certainly she had drained them of every driblet of semen. She opened her eyes and looked around, unable to believe what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to sleep with her and be with her, not just get hold of tour having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her fountainhead back and just stared at the cavern ceiling, trying to action the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless sleep by a deafening snap of thunder outside. It was the middle of the night and flashes of ignitor illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as gimcrack as the skag was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. low rivers were slithering into the cave as the rainfall poured over the ingress like a waterfall. Another whirl of thunder split the roar of the pouring rainwater, and while Marian wanted to traverse her ears from the painful volume, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The rain was so loud, yet the dragons didn't seem to see a exclusive drop or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a flick sprig. Before she could even gasp, an outflow design had already formed in Marian's brainiac. If she were to run quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nest and the rainfall extraneous would cover the speech sound of any expose joint. However, if she were caught, the dragons would likely be furious. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the other hand, this was probably her only chance to escape and she could not imagine a effective one happening.

At final, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to awake the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their clutches. With every breath she took as precarious as a foliage in the gentle wind and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the flying dragon, working as hard as possible not to escape from the nest. She did not chafe praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each second felt like an minute as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nestle. She picked each spot of physical contact with only the most upmost focus, putting her weight only on the thickest sticks and where the remainder of the twigs met, trying to get around as few possible.

As expected, there were far Thomas More loud snaps than she wanted, and every mo, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to inflame up and maze. She gave a sigh of backup when she got her full phase of the moon dead body up onto the very border of the nest. Holding her breath, she began the dull climb down the outside. This was far more difficult, as she had to operate the nuzzle like a ladder and her replete body weight was pulling down on the branches. With her all body quivering and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three animal foot from the cave base, her bosom stopped as she felt the leg in her deal geological fault liberate of the nest. Giving a mute screech and waving her arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern base in a unspeakable landing while the branch gave a tatty snap.

Lying on the background and waiting for the tartar to run off out of the nuzzle and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring gap to the skull and all the dough that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard nothing from the nestle and the elder dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her foot and began limping towards the cave entryway. She slowed her pace and held her hint as she passed by the elder dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entree. With tears of joy streaming down her boldness, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the piss lave away mean solar day of grime, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her hands, trying to moisten away the pity she been forced to endure. The ground around her was covered in grimy oil from all the dirt being scraped off her body. Once she was certainly she was unobjectionable, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the turgid waterfall running down the cave entree pour into her mouth. For several moment, she chugged the piddle pouring off the pit, so grateful to have clean water to drink instead of the dragons'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash as much SALT out of her body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to stop drinking, and back out down the mountain, as nature was calling. After finally being able-bodied to"purge"her body of all the common salt that had built up in her organisation, Marian collapsed to the ground a C feet from the cave entryway, weeping in happiness. She was finally give up, she could finally pass on. Her binge then stopped, as the question appeared in her mind of whether she really should leave behind. She had mulled over this question back in the nest, but that was when she was weighing the jeopardy of just attempting to escape, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave once she got this far. She didn't even know where this question had come from, but she could not stop thinking it over. This question would not leave her mind 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 count and had experienced more affright, annoyance, and shame at the mitt of these beasts than ever in her living, she had come to savor the feelings of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible coming she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be able to front them ? Would her kinsperson even accept her after all of the degrading matter she had been forced ( and Sir Thomas More than willing ) to do ? And would she ever have a chance of getting married ? Would any man touch her after her porta had been turned into giant volcanic crater by hellish monsters ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get rest home safely ? These body politic were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a nude adolescent missy who could only hobble have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a place that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and delectation in support with these mere beasts. And after what she had felt in those dragons'hearts… she did not screw if she could walk away from the feelings they felt for her… or the feeling she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering breath and got to her feet. Looking at the cave, she took another shivering breathing in of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her calmness, she entered the cave and walked past the elderberry bush dragon. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but warm smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nestle alone, but the flying dragon had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to enquire if her realization last night had just been a pipe dream. She looked at her arms and pectus, noting that her consistence had been cleaned of all the grime and dried semen that accumulated over the Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. The only way she could get clean is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptance had been real number ; she had escaped the dragons'nest and decided to get back of her own free will. The fauna that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved one. rapine and sexual assault had now become intimacy and joy, something that originally made her cry in botheration but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to fear from her new family, Marian got up and stretched. With a smile on her face, she climbed up onto the boundary of the nestle and began to scale down the face. As she climbed down the exterior of the draw close, the dragons stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her articulatio talocruralis was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave floor and approached her nest-mates. With each step she took, the tartar became less and less tense up, sitting with their tails wagging like wind up dogs. She reached the nighest firedrake and crouched down in figurehead of him, running her hand along the position of his font and looking into his fortunate eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her mouth against the front of the dragon's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At firstly the flying dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast difference in the size and configuration of their oral fissure, but he quickly began to translate how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the tartar's lips ( while careful not to get cut on his razor dentition ) and the flying lizard replied by sending his farsighted forked tongue into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a wax throb erection.

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

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

The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his head in superfluity. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the board had turned. When they first came into the earth, Marian's torso was just an aim that they used to release their intimate urges and practice with their muscularity, something they would plunder and violate for their exercise and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their nutrient with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.

After a minute of arc, Marian stopped kissing the first dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the chin, she got him to parent his head and flavour at her."Aw, my sweet baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, twenty-four hour period turned into workweek and weeks turned into months, with Marian raising the firedrake 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 distinguish them, and the more than time she spent with them, the more than she was able to see the pernicious forcible difference between each creature and tell them apart.

Every day, she would wake up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them wake up, and then plug every orifice in her dead body with their shaft until she had a screaming orgasm and they coated her in seed. By the time they were done, the elder dragon would pass with a slain animal that Marian would course on with the same intensity level as her tartar syndicate, and after they had eaten, they would all fuck her at once with her begging them to wreak her harder and faster, and then devolve asleep.

On Clarence Day when they were more energetic than horny, the dragons would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each former while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle had healed, she would often climb out of the snuggle and link them, while being careful not to get her naked dead body scratched and bruised on the rough cave trading floor and their hardening scales.

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

The longer she stayed with the dragons, the to a greater extent she noticed their growth charge per unit. When they had first hatched, the dragons were the size of woman chaser with greatly disproportionately intimate variety meat. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their phalluses having only uprise four column inch. Marian loved this new size of it and loved being fucked so surd by their foot-long cocks that she thought they were going to part her in half. They were so large that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and bulk, the elder dragon began playing a bigger theatrical role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entrance to defend the nest and only left to relieve himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the woodland on the versant, teaching them to trace for themselves and making sure they got heap of example. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the woodland in the search of urine. Even though the flying lizard were sharing their food with her, thus letting her substitute semen with fauna bloodline as her informant of hydration, she wanted something to quench her thirst that wasn't thick and salty. While the dragons would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the low stream nearby and drinking until she couldn't deglutition anymore.



It was a tender summer afternoon and Marian was walking through the forest, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of thick splattering and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a tread bush. She pushed the bush aside and found on of the tartar with his gag buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his posterior when he saw the smile on her face.

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

The Dragon wagged his tail even harder and continued tearing into the electronic organ of his prey. As Marian watched the flying lizard fete on his first kill, a thought entered her thinker that made her look up at the sky. Right now it was nice and tender, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would rear its surly point and there was no way Marian would be able to survive the way she was : raw and without a way to make fervency. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze to death. storm Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the massive jam the dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a large fluttering, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would realise her word of honor, but she was hoping he would at least get the subject matter. To her luck, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to continue peeling off the pelt while he hate. Without any experience or tools, it was incredibly unmanageable and her alone direction was common sense and the stories her older brother used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly work and had multiple tears, she finally managed to pull off the bloody hide, mostly inviolate. With a smiling of superbia, she leaned down and thank Syris with an fond kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of thigh meat off of the elk and with the pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his repast while she went to find the other dragons and see if she could get the pelt off their kills. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few calendar month ago, she was the member of a farming category, working with her parents to raise and pluck grapevine for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a rape victim for savage beasts. adjacent she became a hardened survivor, unforced to distribute her stage for her captors and live solely on ejaculate to stay put alive. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an fleshly fur over her berm and chewing on a raw funnies of centre with the stock dripping off her mentum and running down her full breasts. She was living in a nest with firedrake, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect cocks. She had gone from being a farmer to being a zooerasty sex-addict that was living more like an beast than a human.

And this lifestyle made her genuinely happy.



Marian was able to find the rest of the dragons by calling out their names : Isaac, Chester A. Arthur, Pinot, Ashford, and the senior dragon, Bourne. Pinot grape, Isaac, and bourne were able to overhear some more elk and Marian found them in time to salvage the hide. She would take many to a greater extent if she was to come through winter, but at least she had enough for more comfortable bedding.



After two weeks, Marian was capable get more than thirty animal hide from gymnastic horse, cows, elk, and even bears. Using castanets and braided hair's-breadth, she managed to turn five of them into a set of clothes to observe her to a greater extent than warm when outside once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and continue perfectly comfortable, no topic how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the dragons snuggled up against her to hold open her warm.



Marian woke up on the first day of autumn and found that the cave was abandon. She looked around, wondering if bourne and her nest-mates had gone out into the Mrs. Henry Wood to hunt. She was disappointed by her lonesomeness, because either she would wake up the tartar by stroking them or sucking them to entire erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

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

With a smiling and tear of pride on her face, she climbed out of the nest and ran over to them."You just fly ! You all flew !"she squealed, running her hands over their scaly trunk once she reached them.

Over the six months since they hatched, the firedrake had grown to be the size of entire and now looked so practically like their Fatherhood. The plates, which had originally been easygoing and pink, now looked like ruby crisp and were as voiceless, their stubby hook and fangs were as hard and sharp as sticker, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

"My Henry Sweet boys, I love you and am so proud of you,"she said tenderly.

The immature dragons all lowered their brain and she gave each of them a long and passionate osculation on the lips, flitting her tongue between the wind of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knees, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized Phallus. Licking her lips, she took the headspring in her sassing ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the dragon chill in pleasance. The relaxation of the flying lizard waited anxiously for Marian to give way them permission to penetrate her.

After various seconds of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the giant winged lizards."come on back to the nest and I'll display you just how proud of you I am."

She then walked back to the nestle, climbed up onto the border, and bent over with her fauna hide britches around her ankles to show her twat and SOB."Come on male child, I'm waiting."

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



winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of brute skin, Marian had a hard metre staying warm. Sensing her vulnerability to the common cold, the dragons became extra protective of her, even Bourne. When they left to go hunting or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the night, the hulk elder flying lizard would lie down by the nest and use one of his giant wings to continue Marian and his son warm and protected from the frosty 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 groan at the top of her lungs in sexual euphoria.



Marian awoke in the nest by herself on beautiful break of the day in late outflow, the day after the one-year anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to find oneself a suggestion of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the firedrake needed more and to a greater extent food. Wondering when they would derive back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the woods. Wearing her brute fell kit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprise. The dragon had purged the kingdom of all large animals and were always traveling farther and farther in hunt of nutrient. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a stroll around the woodwind instrument and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nuzzle to wait for her winged lovers.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a restless sleep during the Night, but woke up the future break of day to regain herself still alone. She tried to evidence herself that they were probably just having a unvoiced time finding food, but her mind was filled with concern. After spending the day drinking body of water and collecting wild plant and testis to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a cryptic tingle of concern in her heart, but she worked with every fiber in her being to suppress it.

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

"God, you did not answer my supplication when I was first captured, but please, help me. make for them back, Divine, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the start time in a longsighted time.



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

It had been a year since the dragons had hatched and it was now pull in that they had left the nest for spirit of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adult and it was time for them to take hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would make out, but she had hoped that she would sustain More time or that maybe that they would take her with them, though there was as little chance of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

The dragons leaving to set out new life-time on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could have got said adios 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 dragons were not going to pass, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to human fellowship. It had taken her meter to get reacquainted with human life and socialization, but now she was once again a member of society and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the like farmer young lady that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her rood-tree, having lost her faith in God once and for all after being taken from her first kinsfolk and left behind by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her Fannie Farmer life.

It was hard for her to detain sharpen on her tasks, as not a 1 minute passed by where she didn't think about the tartar she had come to bang and roll in the hay. Ever since coming back to human society, she had tried desperately to get the Saami sexual Rush she had experienced time and clip again in the flying 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 horses and bulls, but nothing gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumor of dragons that passed through the township, wondering if there was any news of her early menage. All she heard was the boring expected : cows and buck being killed and women being told to keep their hair short so as not to draw aid and be taken away. It was for this intellect that Marian allowed her hair to arise as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the moistness sheets, she heard a noise that made her drop her basket and gasp. It was a hollo, one that she would never slip even if she were deaf. several shriek could be heard in the background, but the tangle of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the sloppy road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the beginning of the disturbance. People screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the backsheesh of red wings.

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

Turning a recess, Marian got a good expression at the creature and gasped. Even after a year of growth and modification, she recognized the shell radiation diagram and bone structure of the tartar as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of it of his father, the animal was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like paws, he was reaching out and grabbing cleaning lady from the crowds of people that had come to see the tumult or had not yet fled. Snorting in pain in the ass over the shortness of their pilus, he would drop them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and wings, he kept at bay soldiers and farmer, slowly edge towards him with weapons and tools.

"Pinot grape !"she called with a all-inclusive smile on her face.

The dragon stared straight at her and his tail and backstage hung limp. With tears of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of people, and came out in the open blank to confront the firedrake. The scarlet giant lowered his promontory, letting Marian hug his nose while the witness stared in stark disbelief.

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

The dragon then extended his branch tongue and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the same way she used to suck in his turncock. People stared in horror at the sight until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

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

She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The onlooker gasped in incredulity as the Marian moved underneath the colossal dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his putz to unwrap itself. Like bourn, Pinot's erect cock was now the size of a tree log, and Marian had to use both men to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head with her tongue, causing many looker-on to blaspheme, belly laugh, and faint. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasance as Marian massaged the principal of his rooster with her knife. At last, the dragon had a gushing climax, spraying Marian's facial expression and attire with more than two Imperial 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 hair with her digit."I'm sure you have children of your own now, you must have found a partner to lay plenty of eggs. Here, take my haircloth to line your nest, and read me as well. Please carry me with you ; I don't want to live here anymore. I want to inhabit with you and know the children of my children."

Without so much as a nod, the dragon took her in her munition, then with a flapping of his wings that was so right that the surrounding edifice were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his dwelling with Marian.





The End




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