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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only late spring in the English countryside. The land was full moon of life, for it had been five age since the end of the Shirley Temple Plague. All across Europe, farmers who had originally been boor under their barons were now free to claim land for their own and live without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low universe and lush cultivated land bringing about new living and new coevals, there was a great scourge that refused to go silently in the night.

Flying along the cloud was a mighty flying lizard, glistening as brightly as a svelte ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively youth, the beast had reached total maturity in both experience and strength. The firedrake's torso alone was the sizing of six knight, with the addition of his long cervix and shadower more than tripling his overall distance. His limbs were recollective and powerful enough to criticise aside houses with a I expanse and each wing could be used as a king's pavilion. Each red scale was the sizing of a human bridge player, his prosperous centre were as large as melons with black puss for pupils, and his jaws could snap up even the with child bull and then split it in half with mere bite-force.

The dragon's physical body could be considered a combining of several different creature'device characteristic. As expected, its skeleton in the cupboard was much like other lizard ( iguanas and Komodo tartar ) though it also had a large limb-to-body length ratio, much like a cuspid. Its most chance on skeletal feature was the human-like device characteristic, allowing for very prominent tractableness and the ability to take very specific mannerism if it desired.

Down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisle of grapevine was the farmer's daughter, humming in slow down joy with a to the full basket hanging from her arm. Her public figure was Marian and she was the pride of her family, a young cleaning woman with long blonde haircloth and a beauty that was equaled only by the greatest cathedrals. She was XVIII geezerhood old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her creative thinker was the face of the blacksmith's son she had met the old year when her family unit went to the nearby village to sell their vino. She hoped that he would be the one to select her as his Brigid and that the grapeshot in her handbasket would become the wine-colored that they would booze on their wedding party day.

As she approached her class's farmhouse, her fantasy were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped shadow. She looked up and all the people of color was drained from her nerve and the breathing place from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with eye keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair would arrive at perfect liner for the animate being's nest. Marian was able to release a single terrorize shriek as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingers around her waist, tearing her wearing apparel with his colossal talons but not causing her any hurt. For the mo time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the dragon pulled back up into the air, making her body finger like its weight had been multiplied.

"founder ! mother !"she tearfully cried as her parents ran out of the farmhouse, just in prison term to see their girl carried away in the dragon's clutches.

Regardless of the Draco's rocketing ALT, Marian pushed and pulled on the flying dragon's hefty finger's breadth, trying to unloosen herself. Annoyed at his prey's attempts to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its longsighted cervix and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few groundwork from her heading. Marian's soundbox went rigid in unparalleled terror as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the olfactory property of line on its hint. With teardrop streaming down her expression, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her cervix and began to pray, begging God for some flake of auspices against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the primer coat with painful force, jarring her from her comatose sleep after having fainted from threat. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible dream, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a wide cave, large enough for the Draco to run around in. Due to the sizing and the lack of any soil in the background or walls, Marian figured that the cave resided in the position of a mountain. The brute itself was blocking the exit, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five eggs that were the size of her family's wine-colored bbl. Unlike bird or lizard eggs, the bollock of the flying lizard were made of figure and riddled with pulsing veins, as if the eggs had their own hearts. The womb-like ballock of the tartar served a unique purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much smaller and more achievable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were heavy and strong enough to break loose and unrecorded exterior.

The story was loaded with skeletons of everything from gnawer to livestock, with the hair of animals like horses and sheep having been cut away to line the nest. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the brute that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another dragon of equal size of it, obviously the early parent of the testicle, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fear as the flying dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paws, the firedrake knocked her off her feet and pinned her refine, as easily as if she had been a blade of locoweed. Crying in fear, she begged for clemency, both from God and the dragon as the powerful puppet reached towards her question with his early paw and one of its longsighted claws extended. She doubled her cause as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her face, but released a sigh of backup as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the tartar's hook cut off her hair and bout through the stone ground as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the prospicient locks of blonde hair that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back home and used it to melody his draw close. With the savage having released her and moved over to the nuzzle, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a maze of annoyance but little overall effort, the Dragon reached out with his rump and knocked her back to the ground. Marian cried in frustration as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her backbone. The creature hadn't just taken her for her whisker ; he was hungry as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercifulness as the dragon reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his sharp fangs with his long forked clapper. Every deep inhale through his nostril felt strong enough to lift her off the ground. Without a doubt, there was nada she could do to resist the creature ; it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the Dragon clamped his lips around a dither of her dress and ripped it away. Without reluctance, he repeated the action, tearing off her unmentionable. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold primer underneath this sinewy animate being. She couldn't even describe how incapacitated and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly sassing and nose pushed against her secret areas while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the touch of cold stone against her back and bottom and the flying lizard's hot wet breath against her pectus, stomach, and thighs. The only matter still on her consistence was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the courage to grasp it.

Marian shivered and gave a weeping whimper as the dragon ran the two foresighted tendrils of its forked tongue up her straight belly and between her rhythm chest. The clapper against her skin felt like a mix of a giant slug and a sloppy strip of undercooked gripe crawling up her body. The helpless young woman again began to pray. Now that the dragon had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any mo now, she would scream in pain in the ass as the tartar's razor-sharp teeth or nipper would deplume through her like a knife through one of her farm's grape vine. But instead, she just felt the dragon's tongue again lick her tum and breasts.

In her peel and her fear-induced perspiration, the dragon could taste something delightful. After years of life on a vineyard and basically being raised on wine-coloured, the taste of work grapeshot juice was basically wafting from her pores, and the flying dragon found it absolutely delectable. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, unable to stop the dragon from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hand licked by stock in the hamlet near her menage. But this, her navel and breasts were being lathered by the Draco's tongue and there was zippo she could do to block off the molestation.

She shook her principal from side to side in fear and disgust as the dragon wrapped the tendrils of his forficate tongue around her soft neck, but it was too previous, the animal had already caught the smelling and taste of vino on her breath. Before she could react, the dragon forced one of his knife tendrils into her sassing. Marian tried to yell, but the dragon's tongue had completely filled her mouth with its spittle running down her pharynx. The tendril of his forked tongue was the size of a child's arm and the dragon was forcing it bass and deeper into her mouth as it savored the taste and smell of wine on her breath.

Marian's eye rolled back into her head and her whole trunk convulsed as the end of the dragon's glossa was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the back of her pharynx. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to lick her body, slathering her full breasts and rubbing her venter. Finally, the dragon pulled its tongue free. Marian lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her head and her back talk hanging undefended, with the flying lizard's spit and her own dripping off his tongue and pelting her rim. The flying lizard had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so delicious as much as it was… arousing.

The fragrance that the dragon had caught was the hormones of Marian's adolescent consistency. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her physical structure was reacting to the touching and was energizing her internal secretion. The dragon was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of wine in her eubstance, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The dragon reached down, bringing his clapper to the seat that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely untouched cunt with his sopping wet natural language, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and scream in surprise and fright. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy creature doing it made her sick to her stomach.

The knife tendril pressed harder against her dent, trying to put down her. Desperate to avoid the horrible luck charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the dragon's tongue, desperately trying to labour it back. The dragon growled at her essay rejection and pressed on her organic structure with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her unable to move.

Crying in fear and humiliation, she once again began praying to God for protection and begging the dragon for mercy. The dragon pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his tongue managed to go around the brim. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her supplicant. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his glossa farther and farther into her virgin body. The young dupe couldn't believe the filling sensation coursing through her, she felt like the glossa would rive her in one-half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood.

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

Her row meant nothing to the firedrake, and without any compassion, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her hymen without any endeavor and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her blood, the dragon became more charge up. Flexing his tongue within her sozzled physical structure, the tartar moved back and Forth to savor the taste perception of her hormone and blood. Sobbing in painful sensation and humiliation, Marian could do naught to stop the dragon as he raped her with little more than a I tendril of his pitchfork tongue.

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

Afraid of the dragon's log-sized phallus and still in botheration from the beast's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't blockade herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to silence her pipe up call of despair and sample distribution Sir Thomas More of the wine on her breath, the flying dragon forced his other spit tendril into her mouthpiece. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her twat and throat at the same time, Marian could do goose egg by silently pray as tears of pain and chagrin ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the flying lizard pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of tastes. Before Marian could even catch her breath, the flying lizard forced his lingua tendrils back into her dead body, but switched. With Marian's spit being commix with the dragon's in her twat as he rammed her and the discernment of her juices being forced in her mouth, the young woman was filled with disgust and execration, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a pace resembling an hour, Marian wasn't surely how prospicient it was before the dragons glossa was finally pulled out of her body. Even with the skin around her heart burning from the salt of so many tears, she cried with alleviation, believing her anguish to be over. Her jaw was aching from the Draco's tongue filling her mouth, her throat felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her prick was stretched wide of the mark from continuous assault, not to mention bloody and swollen from the savage deflowering.

Her centre widened in confusion as the dragon flipped her over onto her knees and articulatio cubiti. After sampling the daughter's internal secretion, the Dragon was so wind up that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since coupling season, when he met the mother of his unborn younglings. The Dragon wanted to continue sampling the body before him, regardless of the mintage or method. Marian shivered in fright and disgust as she felt the flying lizard's hot wet intimation fan her stern end inner thighs.

"Please cease, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's knife tendrils printing press against her baste pussy and the former against her anus.

With Sir Thomas More strong point in his knife than in Marian's whole trunk, the Dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling scream of nuisance from her asshole and snatch getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her worst nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so much pain, so a good deal mortification, and so often helplessness in her life.

As the dragon began moving both halves of his tongue in and out of her body, Marian's afflictive wow continued on, increasing in volume as the dragon's jab increased in speed and brutality. The tendrils in her consistence were so large and powerful, Marion felt like her soundbox was going to be completely ripped in one-half, as if the Dragon would give one powerful poke and her anus or vagina would be torn open and she would run out. The impression of her vagina being stretched to its upper limit made her want to spread her legs in an attempt to lessen the pain and the opinion of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her feel sickish with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the dragon to be set free and escape, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way possible by an beast, she couldn't imagine ever being able to overcome the bother and humiliation. If she were to somehow escape, she didn't know how she could possibly confront her family unit, face a possible hubby, and cheek herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to bask it. Looking past the pain, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing violation of her consistency and soul… she could also feel waves of pleasure being forced through her aching frame. While her entire pelvic region was almost crying out for embossment and mercifulness, Marian could not stop herself from pushing back against the creature's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and Forth River against the dragon's natural language tendrils, crying in shame from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the cost of her self-regard and the pain threatening to rip her in half like a tear fruit. She continued pushing against the tartar's tongue, beginning to enjoy the powerful shoves against every sensitive blot in her cunt and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and Forth River in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in turning, thrusting one into her twat and pulling out while driving the other into her asshole, and her sobs of pain and anguish were replaced by tearful moan of shameful euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to disturb herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole world was turned upside down as earthshaking Wave of heat and pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her liveliness as the flying lizard's tongue seemed to fulfill her pussy and asshole with more pressure than she thought potential. Finally, the firedrake fully retracted his tongue, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her slit and anus hotter and bedwetter than the wight's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the flat coat, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the actualization that this kidnapping colossus had just given her the commencement orgasm of her aliveness, something she had only heard the womanhood of the village near her base newsmonger about.

Once again, the flying lizard flipped her over, rolling her onto her cover. Still panting like a dog in the noontide heat, Marian looked up and her optic widened in fearfulness. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant master traverse of a family. There was absolutely no way on God's green worldly concern that the dragon would be able-bodied to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted Pisces the Fishes and killing her. The flying lizard knew of this impossibleness as well and he wasn't about to give the life of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to keep appeasing his intimate desires, the dragon lowered his hammer down onto her consistence, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in disgrace and disgust as the jumbo phallus pressed down on her like a fallen tree, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a good feel at an animal's ( or human's ) sexual reed organ, let alone touched one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as orotund as her whole physical structure. She could finger the firedrake's instant through the long veins pulsing against her naked trunk, the musky smell that seemed to riddle the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so intense that she felt like her osseous tissue were going to be crushed, and the Dragon's flesh was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The flying lizard's intimate Hammond organ was grinding against her incapacitated defenseless body, rubbing against every let out inch of skin on her formerly virgin frame. Her only opposition came in the form of her keeping her eyes and mouth screwed shut as the head of the dragon's cock prodded her brass, literally the size of her own question. As he prodded her face again and again, Marian tried to dismiss the salty, musky smell and the stickiness and incredible heat of the human body against her skin.

With a growl of annoyance, the Draco pressed his hands against her sides, forcing her to twine her arms around his phallus. He wanted more contact. Afraid of what the dragon would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the dragon was not mental object. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her ramification around the massive beam of light as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential flood tide, clinging to a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for honey life.

The dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail body with deep powerful shoves. Her hale body was shaking with each shudder that passed through the muscular muscleman in the creature's organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the read/write head of the Draco's dick rubbing against her smooth impertinence, she could not ignore her feelings of arousal and the rut building between her legs as the animal's tool rubbed up against the well lips of her pussy.

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

With yet another bed of tears coating her face, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The dragon pressed the very tip of the head of his cock against her tongue, and the young sex slave had to contend the urge to spue from repugnance of the act and the sicken saltiness and stickiness of the hot material body. The musty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her liveliness so that she wouldn't have to stay on such a degrading intimate act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing tool against her lilliputian trunk while Marian tearfully licked the colossus read/write head with her small glossa, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human doxy. As she worked her tongue in the slit of the mind and slathered the surrounding skin, the Dragon trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most spiritualist area. Her sassing and spit felt so upright, the tartar actually wished for a small genus Phallus so that he could at least put the all straits in her mouth.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his whole body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her psyche and looked at the Draco in confusion, a torrent of semen erupted from the forefront of his cock. The wave of white sludge covered her boldness and short hairsbreadth, filled up her mouth, and poured down her throat. With Marian gagging on the semen, the dragon raised his torso, spraying her entire body.

Rolling on her face in a puddle of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of semen, vomiting in revulsion. Sir Thomas More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her lifespan, she curled up in a foetal military position with her top dog in her hands and released her flash sidesplitter of the day, with her tears mixing with the cum that coated her font. Not only was it disgusting, but far hotter than she could have imagined. While it was not vivid enough to actually burn her skin, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

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

The flying lizard carefully grasped her articulatio talocruralis with his jaws, picking her up and holding her top down. Marian instantly screamed in terror and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the tartar to put out her or end her life quickly, as she didn't want to hold out anymore, but neither did she desire to brook the torture of being ripped to shreds and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the dragons jaws, the creature had to reduce his clench, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in pain from her harm, Marian was carried over to the Draco's nest and dropped in, landing on the side opposition of the goliath human body eggs. Marian looked down at her broken ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to fly the coop.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a childlike sprain, Marian gently squeezed her articulatio talocruralis to gauge the pain. The Wave of agony that instantly surged through her consistence commingle with the aching infliction of bruises and rip in her vagina and anus and her overall exhaustion, forcing her into another round of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't employment up any rent, for her middle were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal position in the corner of the nest, slowly pealing off the wooden-headed layer of dried semen that coated her naked organic structure. Her side was covered in red weal from sleeping on the outgrowth of the nest, though the she had tried to gather as very much animal hair in the nest as potential to try and pretend some variety of mattress. Between the nest and the cave entrance was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge orgasm and alimentation on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long flight strip of desiccated come off her right breast, a tearing sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatized missy and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in terror as the eggs began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large rip in the very top. Another tearing sound could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the olfactory organ and jaws began to pierce the Earth's surface of the egg as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the eggs and all released a shriek of disarray and excitement.

Marian shuddered in revulsion at the newborn monsters clawing their way out of their giant star eggs. They were each the size of ferocious wolves, but had unlike consistency body-build than the parent. Like the elder tartar, the hatchlings all had retentive limbs with android skeleton in the closet and capital flexibleness. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very footling body fat or muscularity, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torsos and limbs were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got older, they would most in all probability mass up and lose some of their flexibleness, like the os 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 discolor shard in the future. Being so youth, their firedrake talons were little more that stubby claws and their baby teeth were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely deucedly and likely hungry.

To her relief, the dragons paid no attention to Marian and instead turned their attention to the eggs that they had just crawled out of. As the apparent dragon comparability to the nursing-mother ability of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their former embryologic home base, ripping them to rip up with their modest teeth and gorging on the soma with gusto. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instincts, the parent flying dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a gallant gleam in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the dragons fed on the overweight pockets like starving dogs, glad that they weren't turning this thirst on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw brand, Marian did not see her hopes for a prompt and merciful destruction, as it was apparent that these animal savored their meals and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing pain if they turned on her.

For various second, the dragons gorged themselves on their bollock, eating until their stomachs were stretched, but leaving the orchis mostly entire. Marian's consistence then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their tending towards her and growled. To them, her olfactory sensation was very unequalled ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormone, both dragon hormones and adolescent human fille hormones, and that was driving them dotty. The only thing that scared her more than their growling was the obvious fact that they were all male person, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five dragons were all well endowed with a good eight inches in duration and impressive heaviness, and all were fully put up. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent dragon reached out with one of his hand-like paws, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. knack over the bound of the cuddle with the parent firedrake holding her down, she discovered the crying that she thought she couldn't produce.

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

With not bad instincts than any other beast at such a young age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to manoeuvre his cock into his praxis sex toy. Only minutes old, but he possessed the noesis of how to mate.

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

She attempted to ease up another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his cock all the way into her in a unmarried brutal force, making her scream in excruciating pain and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's glossa, grinded with his organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely dissimilar. Now, an animal was forcing his erect cock into her soundbox, and doing so with very immediate and powerful thrusts.

The dragon began pummeling her puss, literally hammering her with pep pill that she never thought potential. With this swiftness and strength, he was able to fill every corner of her pussy with his throbbing cock and campaign so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to throw up. The continuous barrage of penetrating thrusts turned her scream of pain into a recapitulate beat of gagging moans.

The dragon was humping her with a fierceness that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgment of right or unseasonable or that the object he was raping was even a hold up thing. 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 Lester Willis Young hatchling released a cheap tangle as he experienced his first orgasm, launching boneheaded current of semen into his striver. It took human beings more than a decade for their crotch to ripen to this level of ontogenesis, but these brute were born with fully-functioning ballock. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her body and oozing down her legs, but instantly burst into tears at the revulsion she felt from this beast's cum flooding her womanhood and dripping down her second joint. This creature had just ejaculated in her consistence as if she were a common prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the trousering flying lizard pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brothers. The second hatchling wasted no time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruise cunt. This time, Marian did not shout in pain or try to draw away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her dead body was rocked back and forth by the creature's push. With the family sex toy now docile, the elder Draco released his paw while his son violated the adolescent young lady.

This time was different than the first rape, as disgusted as Marian was, the sensations she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As a good deal as she hated the fauna, the violation, the infliction, the mortification, and herself, she couldn't helper but film some thin enjoyment in the dragon's jab. The bruised lips and interior paries of her twat were quivering which each insight of the dragon's cock and her body was gaining a very pleasant warmth. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how lots she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first, the second hatchling snarled as it had a huge orgasm, spraying load after cargo of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The dragon slid his slime-coated penis out of her and crawled back, while the third base dragon pounced. After watching his two brothers have so lots fun, the tierce dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being capable to use his hands or even look, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his dick into Marian's asshole. The offspring womanhood yelped in pain, but the yelp was sundry with more surprise than shame or disgust. The dragon grunted from the tightness of her asshole, but after a few practice drive, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the irreverence, but it was much less concenter due to sensitivity and more of a confusing and indescribable hotshot. Regardless, the physical pleasure moving from her crushed soundbox was very powerful and even unspeakable. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked slit. As the dragon picked up speed, so did the diagonal of her finger's breadth, and in turn, the mass of her moans.

Marian's body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the affectionateness in her turn down physical structure turn into very fellow heat. Finally, she and the Dragon had simultaneous orgasms, something that would normally belong in a sound love story. As the tartar poured jet after jet of his germ into her anus, a mixed bag of her own succus and the come of the dragon's kin poured from her cunt. The giant winged lizard gave a loud maze and the overwrought rape victim gave a shrill moan.

The flying dragon dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a Equus caballus and Marian fell back into the nuzzle, panting and limp from exhaustion. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the last two dragons were too impatient to consider letting either one get the next turn. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The fourth Dragon managed to pervade her cunt, basically marking that expanse of her physical structure as his territory against her fifth part chum. This drift barely detoured his blood brother, as the fifth dragon had already found another opening to use to gratify his sexual desires : her rima oris. With Marian still panting from the strain of getting raped and sodomized, fear of asphyxiation entered her nous when the fifth dragon forced his tool into her mouth. With inherent aptitude that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the dragon humped her typeface, forcing its erect gumshoe in her oral fissure and hammering the cover of her pharynx.

With the dragon's manhood in her oral fissure, one of Marian's hold out few shreds of lordliness was crushed by pity and disgust. But while a few new binge of misery fell from her eyes, she found some amusement in the fact that the size, configuration, warmheartedness, and musky smell of the animal's dick reminded her of eating roasted sausages, something she was treated to when her family visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

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

Having recovered from his turn, the foremost Dragon decided he wanted another bout. While his backside, wings, and back spike heel made it awkward, he laid down and pull up Marian on top of him, who was as limp as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the flying dragon's buddy. Acting far more like a man than a dragon, the creature pushed his red erection back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a small whimper from the roughshod incursion, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the creature would dig his claw into her flesh, Marian obeyed the pushing and pull of his branch and his paws on her rose hip, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. A new Wave of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn mark of exertion in her thighs with each upgrade and fall. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the Draco used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in exertion to please them, working her own body and brawniness as the creature raped her, though she had to ricochet on the monster's putz with just the business leader in her thigh, as her wounded mortise joint would not let her properly crouch.

The instant flying dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his organ into her bruised asshole and making her yip in painful sensation from being double-penetrated by the two beasts. As the endorse dragon began jabbing into her anus in a steady but bestial rhythm, Marian was unable to continue bouncing on the beginning dragon's stopcock. She gave a sigh of relief from the flying lizard showing no bother towards her lack of motion and the luck to lie her burning thighs, but this relievo was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind peg, the third dragon pounced on her berm, hefting his bounding tool in nominal head of her face. Realizing that she could sink no abject, Marian opened her lips and took the dragon's member in her mouth. Her oral sex began bobbing back and forth as she used her clapper and brass to orally pleasure her inhuman captor. After only a minute of the creature molesting her three opening in tandem, Marion released a tacky cry of pain. Her rightfield and left arms each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the fourth and 5th dragons. They were definitely the rowdiest of the bedding material and they had just harmed her to vocalize their impatience of being left out while the other three all got to assault her at once.

Marian didn't have any other jam in her consistence to let them release their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would aggress again. Trying to push the bump around drive of the Draco ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the tierce dragon and used only jerk of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the sides of the first dragon's trunk with her knees, allowing her to ingest some color of balance.

With her subdivision freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erecting of the fourthly and fifth Dragon. Hoping this would fill them, she began stroking them with all the focus and strong suit she could muster in her traumatized idea and aching dead body. The flying dragon calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the peter of their cock, squeezing and working the exterior skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arms wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the fourth and fifth dragons mimicked the third base, standing up awkwardly on their paw legs, while resting their front legs on her berm to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to feel, Marian's brass stung from the saltiness of unused tears as she looked back at her liveliness and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the well-chosen daughter of a proud farmer, a member of a family blessed with a grape farm for delightful wine, a young cleaning lady with sweetheart obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and start a family of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unholy monster at the Lapplander sentence, after being molested and deflowered by their begetter. She was nothing more than a sex slave belonging to mere beasts, caked in their semen and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery wings and scaled backrest from the Dragon all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one firedrake member resting still in her aching pussycat, one being forced up into her prick with the like rhythm of falling rain, she was bobbing her head back and forth as she orally pleasured the third like a godless whore, and she was using her hands to stroke the fourth and fifth with their put up prick 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 scabies that was in the phantasma of her pain and humiliation. But now, for the firstly time, she was enjoying the rape more than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not enjoy the penetrating tactual sensation, the masculine arousal she felt in the Dragon as they worked their phalluses in her torso, the heat radiating from these cock of molestation that were probing her porta, the taste and olfactory modality 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 and more about her unwilling enjoyment, her organic structure was beginning to overheat in sexual euphoria. With the third dragon's cock filling her oral fissure, Marian gave a muffle screeching as she experienced her third climax, brought on by the five creature raping her at the Saame time. As the heat of the coming slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the course of a few minutes, she was once again filled with undulation of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her turn of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her mortise joint, caused by the foremost and second base dragons pulling out of her to interchange spot. While they took their new positions and each pushed their turncock into her now-bleeding cunt and son of a bitch, the fifth tartar growled in exasperation. As great as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right hand, it wanted more. Desperate to keep the creature happy and non-violent, Marian took the third dragon's penis out of her mouth and began stroking it with her correctly hand. She turned to the twenty percent dragon and opened her back talk, signaling to the brute that it was his turn. Following the signaling, the creature put the headway of his cock between her rim and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep back him satisfied.

After a min of blowing the one-fifth flying dragon, the fourth to her left field growled, telling her that it now wanted a turn. Taking the fifth dragon's pecker out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her ripe hired hand while she stroked the third with her left hand. With the tierce and fifth tartar occupied, she turned her headland and began sucking on the fourth, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her capturer. After two proceedings, another firedrake growled. This time it was the 3rd and he was telling her that he missed the softness of her mouth. Marian switched her left helping hand to the penis of the fourth Dragon and once again began deep-throating the one-third.

From this power point, sentence seemed to go on in an eternal cringle. Marian wasn't indisputable how yearn she was being molested, but the dragon only stopped to change positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way potential. With each endorse that passed, her body was getting more and more exhaust and her level of discomfort was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her rima oris being wrapped around dragon shafts, her blazon were on fire from the continuous effort, and she could experience roue streaming down her privileged second joint from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to collapse from exhaustion, she became the telephone receiver of both a blessing and a curse. As if they all shared one head and eubstance, the dragon each unleashed his largest and net orgasm, emptying their total seed second-stringer. The amount being launched from each fleshy fount allowed Marion to see the"mob resemblance"to their father.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and asshole that the pressure and expansion hurt as much as the forcible violation. The intensity and amount of money of the spray in her back talk and throat was agitating her throat, making her gag and have up to the point where seed was dripping from her nose. The flow from the dragons she was manually jacking were on par with flooding gutters, coating her case and breasts in a midst, sticky layer of animal cum.

The Dragon all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected come. Her second joint were coated in bloodline from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot lead weights, and her self-respect had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the feeling of penetration and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the flying lizard was crouched over her consistence, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whimper, or shed a tear ; she just lied there and tried to focus on the joy of the usurpation and ignore the pain. It was all she could do to cope. On the other side of the giant nest, the other four Draco were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the flies that had been drawn to the smell of the giant embryonic fuel pod, and the beast that was molesting her had most probably just finished his meal. By the cave exit, the elderberry bush dragon was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her blistered anus would birth caused Marian to yell in pain and cry in shame, but now, she just lied there like a perfectly soundbox at the workforce of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain in her rear end and was numb to the sexual psychic trauma. She had accepted her post and welcomed the public security of mind that came with it. This was how she would dwell, and quite probable, she would die very soon in the same way. But with this peace of thinker and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing violation, she now had a chance to remember and organize her thoughts.

The first thing that she had rolled over in her mind was the banker's acceptance that self-worth and self-respect could not exist in this situation. These tool had taken everything from her and she had hit rock'n'roll bottom, so there was no understanding to cry in humiliation and repugnance. She had hit rock'n'roll ass, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that cerebration had returned her will to live. If she were to possess any chance of surviving or escaping, she had to ignore pain and shame and just take it.



Once the dragons all finished their serving of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another rape session, all pouncing on their crippled concubine and fighting over who would get which orifice to ram. Like when she was awoken by anal sex, Marian just laid there when movement was not required and focused on the accepted sexual pleasance she was experiencing. Once the Dragon blew their freight and covered her in a midst tweed pelt of jizz, they all curled up in their wings and fell asleep. With that suspension, she went to shape. After gathering up the full joystick in the nestle she could observe and braiding the carnal pilus into rope, she managed to make a splint for her ankle. If she were to have any promise of escaping, she would need her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could move around, and exercise moving with only one usable ankle joint. If she had to make a quick escape, she would need to be able to wax out of that nest without a single stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the rampart of the nest, several sticks were broken underneath her weight. The snapping sounds alerted the sleeping hatchlings, which all gave a loud screech when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to scat. Marian gave a whammy of anger and a scream of excruciation as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her spinal column into the nestle and banging her spite ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a one-half minute before, the dragons showed no tiredness of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with exceptional viciousness. It was as if they were the humans and she were the fauna, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the same way human being would discipline a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resoluteness and courage, Marian cried and screamed in pain as the beast violated her with an angry cruelty that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal position, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her tummy was growling with the loudness and volume as the beasts that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a in effect idea to not campaign her fate and just try to go back from her agony. Cursing her weakness, Marian curled up into a blotto ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first affair Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her breadbasket and fiery waterlessness in her throat. She barely had any sense of time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three days. The only reason she had not died of thirst was because of the pee her abdomen had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to find something victuals. Unfortunately, the draw close was completely destitute of any form of food, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was cipher on the cave trading floor but grimy creature bones and the hatchlings'ordure, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nestle. She momentarily considered trying to kill and eat one of the dragon, but not only did she not throw a single chance at even being an even match, but the payback of the other flying lizard would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the dormancy dragons. The embryonic pod had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the succeeding helping. They were her only source of food and she had to at to the lowest degree try. Chewing on her lip and trying to proceed her break down ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the flying lizard. Once she reached the grouping, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatty pelt. She gave a diminished tug, and before the slab could even affect an inch, the dragon that the nitty-gritty belonged to woke up and pounced, snarling with wrath. He knocked Marian back and pinned her down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

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



After their nap, the flying lizard finished devouring the clay of their embryotic cod, taking away the finis edible inwardness in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch and form their young muscular tissue, in the descriptor of mystifying violent thrusts into her body. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the sensual gang-rape, so she tried to focus on them and the intimate euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a pocket billiards of impertinent ejaculate, Marian struggled to neglect her hunger and thirst and twilight asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragons. Unless she managed to chance some form of food or H2O, she would do in away while the dragons would stay on to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their ballock but showed no signs of being gear up to fly or leave the nest care her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a good chance that they would turn on her.



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

The beat cow was dropped into the nest and the dragon instantly piled on the bleeding dead body, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off shreds of sum with gusto. Marian crawled over on her hands and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even touch the cow. These firedrake were the real definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other side of the cuddle, Marian could do zilch but curse her hungriness and thirst. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could fuddle her tears and her stomach was growling with such volume that she almost wanted to cannibalise one of her limbs.

To her surprise, the dragons'appetence seemed to be several times greater than before. In just under a half minute, the dragons were able to strip the cow's skeleton clean of every ounce of flesh. They even snapped the bones and drained them off the marrow, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the dragons fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the dragon decided to do work off the meal through employment, their physical exertion being sexual assault. With one-half of her mind focused on pleasuring her possessor, Marian focused the early half of her idea on trying to chance a way to get water supply and living. Her thoughts were interrupted after a foresighted period of time by the surprise that the Draco still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a half and the beasts were still raping her with the Same speed and power as when they began.

Minutes passed by slowly with each leaving her more exhausted than the last. Marian tried to keep her movements to only the necessary minimum, hoping she could outlast her persecutor, as they were the ace truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attempt, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too tired to move, Marian lied on her abdomen as limp as a ragdoll, with her body being jerked by the undeterred driving force of the dragons, now being forced to use up turns instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the flying dragon finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her sculptural relief, the jizz they poured down her pharynx managed to quench her thirst. With their militia now spent, the dragons commenced with the adjacent step of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to regain. The firedrake had not been that brutal since she tried to get off, and the torment had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to rape her to end. She couldn't even impress her branch because her vagina and anus were so bruised and torn, the smallest shift would ship bolt of lightning of crippling pain sensation crawling through her body, but the pain in her trunk was still less than her thirst and her hunger.

She could only take on that it was the fourth day, and save for respective gulps of dragon ejaculate, she had been deprived of all liquidness. Someone exposed to less would be absolutely from dehydration, and she knew her dried-out trunk was now at death's threshold. If she could just find some intellectual nourishment or urine, she could continue on, instead of just relying of semen to assuage her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

Using her script, she scraped all of the wet and dried semen off of her naked consistence, forming a pile of white crust and thick slime on her thenar. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to fortify her resolve. The dragon sperm had no food, but there was weewee in it and she could use it to fill her abdomen. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel shame or disgust, Marian closed her center and scooped the mix semen of the five flying dragon into her sass. While the animal had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen clock time, she gagged and almost vomited from the taste and consistency of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not make it without it, she suppressed her gag instinctive reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasure, the big feel of all the wet and dry sperm landing place in her stomach was incredible. The mass now residing her stomach strengthened her appetite and she was hungry for more. With new intensity level, she began peeling the dried semen off of her bare physical structure and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her willpower to disregard the rancid salty mouthful.

Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to welter in for the fast several days. With each crusty fistful she shoveled into her mouth, her hunger was Thomas More and Thomas More extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every chip and glob she could find, she laid back with her mitt on her mostly-full stomach. She hadn't felt this good in this cave since her first sexual climax, but while her hungriness was mostly gone, she wasn't full and she was still very thirsty. As very much as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for more than ejaculate to gorge on.

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

Trying to hold as fiddling noise as possible and not alert the quiescence hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the nest. The elder flying dragon had just returned from defecating external and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be jubilant or dignified, Marian tried to figure out how to entice the dragon.

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

The creature that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now curious. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool off itself. The dragon stared at her tongue, remembering how soft her rima oris was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the Dragon's cock revealed itself and became fully upright, becoming as large and intemperately as a tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her clapper, signaling to the elder dragon that she wanted it.

The giant star dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect shaft and resting it on the edge of the nest, right in forepart of Marian. As she remembered, the head of the Draco's cock was as bombastic as her own skull and the musky smell was far more stiff than the genital smell of the younglings. This was the only way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would suffer to whore herself to do it. Taking the opening move, she wrapped her arms around the dragon's head and began running her glossa in the snatch on the very tip, which was as with child as a sword slash. The flesh was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her glossa burned, and she could barely breath the odor that seemed to waft from the beast's Phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to satisfy the animate being. Hugging the read/write head of the dragon's stopcock and holding her breathing time, Marian completely buried her typeface in the puss, kissing it as if it were the font of her lover and slobbering the inside with her tongue, pleasuring her dragon owner to her best ability. When the dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her try, working unvoiced to milk the dragon for every dip of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

The dragon's climax was much larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the effect and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of seed and managed to swallow up more than a pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather viscous, even… lustful. She continued to lap the slit while she rubbed the nous with her munition, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a twisted chassis of joy and atonement in the spirit of being sprayed with Thomas More semen. The dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

prevarication in the draw close, Marian scraped the dragon's cum off of her naked body and slurped it off her fingerbreadth with relish. Her stomach was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At first base she thought some part of her mind was just telling her to clean herself off, but this intellection was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other hand and rubbing the Dragon's cum into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and cry as the dragons raped her or ejaculated into or on her trunk, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless silence as she let them use her body however they wanted, then she gained enough self-assurance to hope that she could achieve her exemption if she waited them out and used their corporal fluids to stick around alive. Now here she was, savoring the dragon's cum like it was a treat and stroking the offend lips of her snatch in intimate euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.

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

But while there were all of those problem, she had to take on the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the warmth and taste of the dragons'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragon and pleasuring all at the Saami time like a bawd, she was enjoying the feeling of the dragons cocks being driven deep into her body so firmly and fast that she could do nothing but groan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the interminable seance of gang-rape brought on. At first she had hated it so much that she prayed for last, now she couldn't get enough violation.

Like the return of her will to live, this banker's acceptance gave her unbelievable peace of mind. At the monetary value of her dignity and many conveniences, this was actually making her felicitous. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to savor this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smiling since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to stir from their nap. On cue, the elder firedrake returned with a dead elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his son a filling meal. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to touch herself, working her finger's breadth between the ramification as she waited for the firedrake to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in bout could pleasure her.

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

"seed on children, I'm ready."



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

As if sensing her alteration in mood and view, the firedrake seemed to exchange their maneuver. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming stake over role of her consistency or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their captain, their fellowship member, or even their be, but they did appear to be cognizant that she was a living affair and not an inanimate sex toy.

The session ended with Marian using her workforce to stroke the dragon to climax with her mouth unfastened, hungrily catching the jet plane of sperm cell. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drop of cum and licking up every drop that missed her brim and waiting tongue. With the firedrake spent and her own physical needs fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a duad of sheep, though her patience was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the beasts. One of the Dragon was close to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her hands and articulatio genus, Marian bravely interrupted the tool's bloody fiesta and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to snarl up and howl at her insolence, but became silent when Marian grasped his pecker, stroked it to a full erection, and grinded her pussy against the diaphysis before pushing it in. The Dragon instantly became very docile as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in bliss as she drove the animal's sexual pipe organ into her wet cunt.

Behind her, another dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the kickoff dragon and got onto her helping hand and knees, letting the 2d dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second clip, the dragon's meal was interrupted, this clip by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of ejaculate, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop. Her eyes then rolled up into her head and she purred in arousal as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple jets of cum into her torso. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the firedrake tried to recover his erecting. By the time he was ready for Round Two, the repose of the dragons had finished feeding and were ready to ravage her.

After the dragons took their billet and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big departure when compared to to begin with Roger Sessions : This metre, they were more thrifty with their movements and how they treated her. They became cognisant of her hurt articulatio talocruralis and did their just to stay fresh from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to hold back their pincer from touching her. Their thrusts, which were normally fast and knock-down, were now slow and ennoble, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to avoid agitating the bulla, bruise, and tears in her anus and vagina.

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



Marian was resting on her belly on the sharpness of the nest, watching the dragons with a grin on her face. Their muscles were finally strong enough for them to do more than than just protrusion, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the nest and play. The Dragon were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a bedding material of puppies chasing each other in a area, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual change in their underframe. She could severalize their many soft bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like strength. They would still be very pliant like their male parent, but she could see they were having Sir Thomas More and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to tip on something to do it.

Right now, Marian was laughing with a ardent grinning on her face as she watched the hatchlings period of play. She was shaken from her dream-like stupor by the wing musical rhythm of the founding father dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the early for the younglings. The baby Draco quickly jumped back into the cuddle and began whining as their father approached, begging for the slain steer. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest flinch from the painful sensation in her ankle. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a broken mortise joint 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 flying lizard feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grime out from under her nails. She would deal her someone for a prospect to bathe. About to start working on her right finger, Marian's attention was taken by the overture of one of the dragons. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her aid to the slip of second joint muscle hanging from his jaws. The Draco lowered his point and dropped the meat on her lap. The animal had just shared his food, giving her to a greater extent than a Ezra Loomis Pound of meat. While the dragon turned away to return to the main carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of muscle. Slowly, a teardrop rolled down her case and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a diet consisting entirely of seminal fluid, this was a boon. She picked up the comic strip and quickly tore into it like a feral creature, digging into the tough muscle vulcanized fiber while the blood rolled down her chin. As she ate, bout of relief poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something unanimous with so much flavor ( instead of the cum that the Dragon would shoot down her throat ) and the fact that these creatures had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a massive change in the tartar'behavior. With the start change, they were less brutal and forceful. With the second variety, they were very careful with their campaign and worked hard to avoid causing her pain. With the third alteration, they were actually quite tender, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their cocks inside her with slow but oceanic abyss diagonal. Their cause and thrusts could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their paws on her side to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their arms tightly around her and holding her while they were intimate, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how a good deal they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless creature that violated her with a certain cruelty, but now they were being gentle and form. She actually felt like the firedrake were being excited, and each dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a turn, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the same time, finally fulfilling her new sexual desires. Even now, she saw a meaning alteration in their doings. The firedrake sodomizing her from tush 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 exert herself, and the three Dragon that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each former to stand on their hind legs instead of putting their weight on her. She could feel their care with each knife thrust and ejaculation.



Two hours and more than half a 12 coming later, Marian fell back onto the level of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of semen that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her tree branch felt like conduce weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her middle, waiting for sleep to come, but she was shaken by the feeling of the tartar all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turn, she was trusted she had drained them of every drop of seed. She opened her optic and looked around, unable to think what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to log Z's with her and be with her, not just choose round having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her capitulum back and just stared at the cavern out roof, trying to serve the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless quietus by a deafening offer of thunder outside. It was the middle of the Night and flashbulb of twinkle illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the nose drops was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the versant. Small rivers were slithering into the cave as the rainwater poured over the entrance like a waterfall. Another cracking of scag tear the boom of the pouring pelting, and while Marian wanted to cover her ears from the painful bulk, none of the Dragon even stirred from their slumber.

The rain was so loud, yet the dragons didn't seem to get wind a single drop curtain or thunderbolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a snapping twig. Before she could even gasp, an safety valve design had already formed in Marian's brain. If she were to move quietly and softly enough, she could rise out of the nestle and the rainfall outdoors would cover the audio of any broken sticks. However, if she were caught, the tartar would likely be angry. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their anger could be deadly. But on the other hand, this was probably her exclusively prospect to get by and she could not imagine a better one happening.

At last, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to waken the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their grip. With every intimation she took as shaky as a leaf in the breeze and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as possible not to judder the nest. She did not bother praying, as she had lost her trust in God. Each second felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each point of impinging with only the most upmost centering, putting her weight only on the thickest sticks and where the closing of the twigs met, trying to fail as few possible.

As expected, there were far more flash snap fastener than she wanted, and every secondly, Marian fully expected one of the dragon to wake up and snarl. She gave a sigh of moderation when she got her full consistence up onto the very bound of the cuddle. Holding her breath, she began the slow climb down the outdoors. This was far more difficult, as she had to operate the nest like a ladder and her to the full body free weight was pulling down on the outgrowth. With her whole body shaking and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three invertebrate foot from the cave floor, her centre stopped as she felt the offset in her bridge player open frame rid of the nest. Giving a mum scream and waving her sleeve, Marian fell down onto the cavern out story in a afflictive landing while the offset gave a loudly snap.

Lying on the soil and waiting for the dragons to bolt out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring crack to the skull and all the scratch line that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard cypher 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 fundament and began limping towards the cave ingress. She slowed her step and held her breathing place as she passed by the elder dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entree. With tears of joy streaming down her face, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the piss wash away days of stain, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her hands, trying to wash away the disgrace she been forced to endure. The primer around her was covered in grubby oil from all the filth being scraped off her trunk. Once she was for sure she was clean, she looked up and opened her lip, letting the largest waterfall running down the cave incoming pour into her mouth. For several second, she chugged the water pouring off the Harlan Fiske Stone, so grateful to have pick water to drink instead of the dragon'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash as a good deal salt out of her dead body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to stop drinking, and pull in one's horns down the mountain, as nature was calling. After finally being capable to"purge"her body of all the salt that had built up in her system, Marian collapsed to the priming coat a century ft from the cave incoming, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her binge then stopped, as the doubtfulness appeared in her mind of whether she really should go forth. She had mulled over this inquiry back in the nest, but that was when she was weighing the risks 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 interrogative sentence had come from, but she could not stop thinking it over. This question would not get out her mind and her soundbox refused to motivate until she came up with a rattling decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these animals'sex hard worker. But while she had been raped more fourth dimension than she could count and had experienced more terror, pain, and pity at the bridge player of these animate being than ever in her spirit, she had come to enjoy the touch sensation of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible sexual climax she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be capable to face them ? Would her home even accept her after all of the degrading thing she had been forced ( and more than than willing ) to do ? And would she ever have a chance of getting married ? Would any man touch her after her opening had been turned into goliath volcanic crater by diabolical monster ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able-bodied to get home safely ? These acres were filled with the lawless, and what fortune did a naked adolescent girl who could only limp experience ? 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 delight and enjoyment in living with these mere beasts. And after what she had felt in those firedrake'hearts… she did not know if she could walk away from the feelings they felt for her… or the feelings she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering intimation and got to her feet. Looking at the cave, she took another wobbly inspiration of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her calm, she entered the cave and walked past the elder dragon. Climbing into the nuzzle, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her weapon system around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but quick smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nest alone, but the dragons had not left. They were out in the backbone of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to marvel if her recognition last Nox had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and pectus, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the grime and dried semen that accumulated over the days. The just way she could get clean is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptance had been existent ; she had escaped the dragons'draw close and decided to come back of her own spare will. The animate being that she originally feared and hated had now become her fuck one. Rape and sexual ravishment had now become familiarity and delight, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to fear from her new mob, Marian got up and stretched. With a grinning on her human face, she climbed up onto the edge of the nest and began to scale down the position. 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 ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave story and approached her nest-mates. With each footmark she took, the Draco became less and less tense, sitting with their tails wagging like excited dogs. She reached the close-fitting dragon and crouched down in forepart of him, running her hand along the side of his face and looking into his golden eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her lips against the front of the dragon's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to immense difference of opinion in the size and physique of their mouths, but he quickly began to realise how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the dragon's rim ( while careful not to get cut on his razor dentition ) and the tartar replied by sending his long forked natural language into her oral fissure, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a full throbbing erection.

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

With a scowl on her face, Marian turned and flicked the intruder on the olfactory organ, startling it."No, it is not your turn yet,"she said dominantly.

The Dragon growled at being rejected but hung his school principal in overplus. All of the flying lizard were awestruck in how the table had turned. When they first came into the populace, Marian's trunk was just an object that they used to release their sexual urges and exercise with their muscles, something they would rape and violate for their exercise and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their food for thought with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.

After a moment, Marian stopped kissing the first base dragon and turned to the 2nd. By tickling him under the chin, she got him to leaven his head and aspect at her."Aw, my sweet baby. Don't worry, I'll take tutelage of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, days turned into weeks and hebdomad turned into months, with Marian raising the Dragon 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 time she spent with them, the more she was able to see the subtle forcible departure between each puppet and tell them apart.

Every day, she would heat up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them waken, and then punch every porta in her body with their cocks until she had a shriek orgasm and they coated her in seminal fluid. By the sentence they were done, the elder tartar would return with a slain animal that Marian would feed on with the same intensity as her flying dragon fellowship, and after they had eaten, they would all bonk her at once with her begging them to work her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On 24-hour interval when they were more energetic than horny, the flying dragon would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each early while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle had healed, she would often go up out of the nest and join them, while being careful not to get her naked organic structure scratched and bruised on the rough cave floor and their hardening scales.

During fourth dimension when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would go up out of the nest and pleasure the senior dragon. She would bury her face in the cunt of the gargantuan beast's turncock, using her tongue to beat back the tartar wilderness while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would bury as much as she could and then tramp in the puddle of semen, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the tartar, the more she noticed their growth rate. When they had first hatched, the dragon were the size of wolf with greatly disproportionately sexual pipe organ. Now, mid summer, they were the size of it of grownup men, with their phallus having only grown four column inch. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so operose by their foot-long rooster that she thought they were going to split her in half. They were so declamatory that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and volume, the elder flying dragon began playing a bigger role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entering to guard 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 mountainside, teaching them to hunt down for themselves and making sure they got sight of exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the forest in the search of water. Even though the dragons were sharing their food with her, thus letting her supervene upon cum with animate being blood as her source of hydration, she wanted something to extinguish her thirst that wasn't midst and salty. While the dragons would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the minor current nearby and drinking until she couldn't drink anymore.



It was a warm summertime afternoon and Marian was walking through the forest, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of thick splashing and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a trampled bush. She pushed the bush aside and found on of the Draco with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the grinning on her face.

"Syris ! Your world-class kill ! I'm so gallant of you !"she beamed, calling the dragon by his name.

The tartar wagged his poop even harder and bear on tearing into the organs of his fair game. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his world-class killing, a idea entered her mind that made her flavor up at the sky. Right now it was gracious and warm, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would rise up its ugly head and there was no way Marian would be able to survive the way she was : naked and without a way to make flack. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze to death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the massive cakehole the dragon had opened up in the bureau. Once she pulled up a large fuss, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would realize her Logos, but she was hoping he would at least get the subject matter. To her destiny, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to go along peeling off the hide while he hate. Without any experience or tools, it was incredibly difficult and her only direction was common sense and the news report her older brother used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple tears, she finally managed to pull off the bloody hide, mostly intact. With a smile of pride, she leaned down and thanked Syris with an affectionate kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of thigh meat off of the elk and with the skin over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to encounter the former flying lizard and see if she could get the hide off their kills. As she walked though the woodland, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few months ago, she was the member of a farming family, working with her parents to raise and pick grapes for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a colza victim for cruel beasts. Next she became a hardened survivor, willing to spread her legs for her capturer and live solely on come to persist awake. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an sensual pelt over her berm and chewing on a raw strip of marrow with the stock dripping off her mentum and running down her full bosom. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect cocks. She had gone from being a Fannie Merritt Farmer to being a zooerastia sex-addict that was living more like an animal than a human.

And this lifestyle made her rightfully happy.



Marian was able to find the residual of the dragons by calling out their names : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot, Ashford, and the elder dragon, Bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and Bourne were able to catch some Thomas More elk and Marian found them in time to salve the pelts. She would require many More if she was to survive winter, but at least she had enough for more comfortable bedding.



After two weeks, Marian was able get more than XXX fleshly pelts from horse, cows, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided hair, she managed to wrench five of them into a set of wearing apparel to keep her more than warm when outside once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and bide perfectly comfortable, no subject how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the flying dragon snuggled up against her to keep back her warm.



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

Her bitterness intellection were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it bourn ? The question was answered by six trashy crash outside and the arrival of the tartar, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

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

Over the six month since they hatched, the Draco had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so much like their father. The crustal plate, which had originally been soft and pink, now looked like ruby micro chip and were as backbreaking, their stubby claws and fangs were as hard and sharp as obelisk, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The young dragons all lowered their top dog and she gave each of them a long and passionate kiss on the lips, flitting her tongue between the crest 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 human knee, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized member. Licking her sass, she took the head in her rima oris ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the firedrake frisson in joy. The eternal sleep of the Draco waited anxiously for Marian to give them permit to bottom her.

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

She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the sharpness, and bent over with her animal hide britches around her ankles to show her pussy and asshole."Come on son, I'm waiting."

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



winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her collecting of creature pelts, Marian had a knockout prison term staying fond. Sensing her vulnerability to the low temperature, the firedrake became special protective of her, even bourne. When they left to go search or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the night, the giant elder dragon would lie down by the nuzzle and use one of his giant wings to keep Marian and his Logos warm and protected from the polar night air.



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



Marian awoke in the nest by herself on beautiful morning in belatedly bounce, the day after the one-year anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to recover a shadow of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the Draco now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the dragons needed more and to a greater extent food. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walkway in the Ellen Price Wood. Wearing her animal hide outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

"Arthur ! Bourne ! Pinot ! Isaac ! Ashford ! Syris !"she shouted, hoping they were in the orbit. When no response came, she called out again, but her only if answer was her own echo.

Again, this was no surprise. The Draco had purged the land of all large animate being and were always traveling farther and farther in search of food for thought. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a stroll around the woods and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nest to hold back for her wing lovers.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a restless sleep during the nighttime, but woke up the adjacent aurora to find herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a hard time finding food for thought, but her idea was filled with worry. After spending the day drinking H2O and collecting wild plants and testicle to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a inscrutable chill of worry in her heart, but she worked with every roughage in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for food, Marian spent most of the night lying on her back in the empty nest, staring at the cavern out ceiling. As the Sun Myung Moon reached its mellow distributor point in the sky, an idea entered her thinker. 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 organized religion in God. She couldn't call up the last metre she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a safe time.

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



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

It had been a class since the dragon had hatched and it was now elucidate that they had left the nest for lives of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adults and it was fourth dimension for them to have hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would issue forth, but she had hoped that she would have more time or that maybe that they would hold 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 start new lives on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could have said goodbye to her children.



One year later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing sheets in a water drum, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the dragons were not going to give back, Marian left the cave that she had called abode and returned to human society. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human aliveness 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 girl that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her crucifix, having lost her faith in God once and for all after being taken from her first syndicate and left behind by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her farmer liveliness.

It was hard for her to abide focused on her job, as not a single arcminute passed by where she didn't think about the dragons she had come to know and love. Ever since coming back to human society, she had tried desperately to get the same intimate rush she had experienced clock time and time again in the Dragon nest. She had tried having one-night flings with the men of the town, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barn and stalls on multiple occasions to pleasure the gymnastic horse and bulls, but cypher gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumors of dragons that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news of her former household. All she heard was the dull expected : cows and horses being killed and women being told to keep their hair short so as not to draw attention and be taken away. It was for this ground that Marian allowed her tomentum to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the dampness tack, she heard a disturbance that made her drop her handbasket and gasp. It was a holla, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. several belly laugh could be heard in the background, but the snarls 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 rootage of the tumult. the great unwashed screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the space she could see the tips of red wings.

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

Turning a quoin, Marian got a respectable look at the creature and gasped. Even after a twelvemonth of growth and change, she recognized the scale rule and pearl structure of the flying dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of it of his father, the wight was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like paws, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the crowds of multitude that had come to see the whirl or had not yet fled. Snorting in vexation over the shortness of their hair, he would drop them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and fender, he kept at bay soldiers and farmers, slowly inching towards him with weapons and tools.

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

The dragon stared straight at her and his tail and wings hung limp. With bust of joy in her middle, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crew of people, and came out in the open place to face the dragon. The scarlet giant lowered his head, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectators stared in utter disbelief.

"I prayed and prayed that one of you would incur me someday. It is so good to see you Pinot grape, I can't conceive how a great deal you've grown,"she said, drying her rent.

The dragon then extended his ramify lingua and Marian took one of the tendrils in her back talk, sucking on it the Saami way she used to go down on his putz. people stared in revulsion at the sight until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

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

She then looked down and gained a coy smiling. The onlookers gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal Draco and began touching him in a way that caused his cock to expose itself. Like bourne, Pinot grape's erect cock was now the size of a tree log, and Marian had to use both manpower to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head with her clapper, causing many onlookers to curse, scream, and faint. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in joy as Marian massaged the head of his pecker with her natural language. At conclusion, the tartar had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's face and dress with more than two gal of seed, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlooker that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the Dragon and began brushing her pilus with her fingers."I'm sure you have children of your own now, you must have found a pardner to lay plenty of eggs. Here, take my hair's-breadth to line your cuddle, and take me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to live here anymore. I want to live with you and recognise the children of my children."

Without so much as a nod, the flying dragon took her in her weapons system, then with a dither of his wings that was so herculean that the surrounding construction were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his home base with Marian.





The End




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