Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a pair 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 dragons was close to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her hands and knees, Marian bravely interrupted the creature’s bloody feast and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to snarl and roar at her insolence, but became silent when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a full erection, and grinded her pussy against the shaft 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 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 first dragon and got onto her hands and knees, letting the second dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second time, the dragon’s meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of semen, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop. 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 semen into her body. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the dragon tried to regain his erection. By the time he was ready for Round Two, the rest of the dragons had finished eating and were ready to ravage her.
After the dragons took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to earlier sessions: This time, they were more careful with their movements and how they treated her. They became aware of her wounded ankle and did their best to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to keep their claws from touching her. Their thrusts, which were normally fast and powerful, were now slow and gentle, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to avoid agitating the blisters, bruises, and tears in her anus and vagina.
They didn’t want to hurt her, they didn’t want her to be feel pain, and this was something that warmed her heart and she was very grateful for.
Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the nest, watching the dragons with a smile on her face. Their muscles were finally strong enough for them to do more than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the nest and play. The dragons were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a litter of puppies chasing each other in a field, though this wasn’t a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeletons. She could tell their many soft bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their father, but she could see they were having more and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to lean on something to do it.
Right now, Marian was laughing with a warm smile on her face as she watched the hatchlings play. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing beats of the father dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the other for the younglings. The baby dragons quickly jumped back into the nest and began whining as their father approached, begging for the slain steer. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest wince from the pain in her ankle. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a broken ankle had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able to put weight on it if she were desperate enough…
As the dragons feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grime out from under her nails. She would sell her soul for a chance to bathe. About to start working on her right fingers, Marian’s attention was taken by the approach of one of the dragons. He couldn’t be done eating already, could he? Marian then turned her attention to the strip of thigh muscle hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his head and dropped the meat on her lap. The creature had just shared his food, giving her more than a pound of meat. While the dragon turned away to return to the main carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of muscle. Slowly, a tear rolled down her face and dripped from her smiling lips.
She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a diet consisting entirely of semen, this was a blessing. She picked up the strip and quickly tore into it like a feral creature, digging into the tough muscle fibers while the blood rolled down her chin. As she ate, tears of relief poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something solid with so much flavor (instead of the cum that the dragons would shoot down her throat) and the fact that these creatures had given her such a gift.
Once again, Marian sensed a massive change in the dragons’ behavior. With the first change, they were less cruel and forceful. With the second change, they were very careful with their movements and worked hard to avoid causing her pain. With the third change, they were actually quite affectionate, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their cocks inside her with slow but deep strokes. Their movements 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 much they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless beasts that violated her with a certain cruelty, but now they were being gentle and kind. She actually felt like the dragons were being emotional, and each dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a 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 significant change in their behavior. The dragon sodomizing her from behind had his arms wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his hands on her chest and was holding her up so that she didn’t have to exert herself, and the three dragons that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to stand on their hind legs instead of putting their weight on her. She could feel their care with each thrust and ejaculation.
Two hours and more than half a dozen orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of semen that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like lead weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to come, but she was shaken by the feeling of the dragons all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turn, she was sure she had drained them of every drop of semen. She opened her eyes and looked around, unable to believe what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to sleep with her and be with her, not just take turns having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her head back and just stared at the cavern ceiling, trying to process the event.
Marian was awoken from her restless sleep by a deafening crack of thunder outside. It was the middle of the night and flashes of light illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. Small rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entrance like a waterfall. Another crack of thunder split the roar of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to cover her ears from the painful volume, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.
The rain was so loud, yet the dragons didn’t seem to hear a single drop or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a snapping twig. Before she could even gasp, an escape plan had already formed in Marian’s brain. If she were to move quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nest and the rain outside would cover the sound of any broken sticks. However, if she were caught, the dragons would likely be angry. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the other hand, this was probably her only chance to escape and she could not imagine a better one happening.
At last, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to awaken the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their grip. With every breath she took as shaky as a leaf in the breeze and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as possible not to shake the nest. She did not bother praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each second felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each point of contact with only the most upmost focus, putting her weight only on the thickest sticks and where the ends of the twigs met, trying to break as few possible.
As expected, there were far more loud snaps than she wanted, and every second, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to wake up and snarl. She gave a sigh of relief when she got her full body up onto the very edge of the nest. Holding her breath, she began the slow climb down the outside. This was far more difficult, as she had to operate the nest like a ladder and her full body weight was pulling down on the branches. With her whole body shaking and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three feet from the cave floor, her heart stopped as she felt the branch in her hand break free of the nest. Giving a silent scream and waving her arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern floor in a painful landing while the branch gave a loud snap.
Lying on the ground 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 scratches that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard nothing from the nest and the elder dragon hadn’t even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her feet and began limping towards the cave entrance. She slowed her pace and held her breath as she passed by the elder dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With tears of joy streaming down her face, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the water wash away days of grime, blood, and dried semen.
She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her hands, trying to wash away the shame she been forced to endure. The ground around her was covered in grimy oil from all the filth being scraped off her body. Once she was sure she was clean, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the largest waterfall running down the cave entrance pour into her mouth. For several minutes, she chugged the water pouring off the stone, so grateful to have clean water to drink instead of the dragons’ salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash as much salt out of her body as possible.
Finally, she was forced to stop drinking, and retreat down the mountain, as nature was calling. After finally being able to “purge” her body of all the salt that had built up in her system, Marian collapsed to the ground a hundred feet from the cave entrance, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her tears then stopped, as the question appeared in her mind of whether she really should leave. She had mulled over this question back in the 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 question had come from, but she could not stop thinking it over. This question would not leave her mind and her body refused to move until she came up with a real decision.
She could get away and never have to be raped again; she wouldn’t have to be these animals’ sex slave. But while she had been raped more times than she could count and had experienced more terror, pain, and shame at the hands of these beasts than ever in her life, she had come to enjoy the feelings of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasms she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be able to face them? Would her family even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced (and more than willing) to do? And would she ever have a chance of getting married? Would any man touch her after her orifices had been turned into giant craters by unholy monsters?
If she were to get away, would she even be able to get home safely? These lands were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a naked adolescent girl who could only limp have? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a place that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and enjoyment in living with these mere beasts. And after what she had felt in those dragons’ 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 breath and got to her feet. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky intake of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elder dragon. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but warm smile on her face.
“You’re my family now,” she whispered before drifting to sleep.
Marian woke up in the nest alone, but the dragons had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to wonder if her realization last night had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and chest, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the grime and dried semen that accumulated over the days. The only way she could get clean is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptance had been real; she had escaped the dragons’ nest and decided to come back of her own free will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved ones. Rape and sexual assault had now become intimacy and pleasure, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.
Deciding that she no longer had anything to fear from her new family, Marian got up and stretched. With a smile on her face, she climbed up onto the edge of the nest and began to scale down the side. As she climbed down the exterior of the nest, the dragons stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away? While her ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave floor and approached her nest-mates. With each step she took, the dragons became less and less tense, sitting with their tails wagging like excited dogs. She reached the closest dragon and crouched down in front of him, running her hand along the side of his face and looking into his golden eyes.
Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her lips against the front of the dragon’s muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast differences in the size and shapes of their mouths, but he quickly began to understand how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the dragon’s lips (while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth) and the dragon replied by sending his long forked tongue into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a full throbbing erection.
Watching Marian kiss and stroke their brother, the other dragons became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten seconds, 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 interloper on the nose, startling it. “No, it is not your turn yet,” she said dominantly.
The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his head in embarrassment. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the tables had turned. When they first came into the world, Marian’s body was just an object that they used to release their sexual urges and practice with their muscles, something they would rape and violate for their exercise and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their food with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.
After a minute, Marian stopped kissing the first dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the chin, she got him to raise his head and look at her. “Aw, my sweet baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of all of you,” she said sweetly before she started kissing him.
After that, days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, with Marian raising the dragons as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the dragons names so that she could better distinguish them, and the more time she spent with them, the more she was able to see the subtle physical differences between each creature and tell them apart.
Every day, she would wake up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awake, and then plug every orifice in her body with their cocks until she had a screaming orgasm and they coated her in semen. By the time they were done, the elder dragon would return with a slain animal that Marian would feed on with the same intensity as her dragon family, and after they had eaten, they would all fuck her at once with her begging them to work her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.
On days when they were more energetic than horny, the dragons would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle had healed, she would often climb out of the nest and join them, while being careful not to get her naked body scratched and bruised on the rough cave floor and their hardening scales.
During times when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would climb out of the nest and pleasure the elder dragon. She would bury her face in the slit of the giant beast’s cock, using her tongue to drive the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would swallow as much as she could and then roll in the puddle of semen, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.
The longer she stayed with the dragons, the more she noticed their growth rate. When they had first hatched, the dragons were the size of wolves with greatly disproportionately sexual organs. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their phalluses having only grown four inches. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long cocks that she thought they were going to split her in half. They were so large that she could barely deep-throat them.
With their new size and bulk, the elder dragon began playing a bigger role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entrance 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 forest on the mountainside, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making sure they got plenty 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 replace semen with animal blood as her source of hydration, she wanted something to quench her thirst that wasn’t thick and salty. While the dragons would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the small stream nearby and drinking until she couldn’t drink anymore.
It was a warm summer 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 dragons 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 smile on her face.
“Syris! Your first kill! I’m so proud of you!” she beamed, calling the dragon by his name.
The dragon wagged his tail even harder and continued tearing into the organs of his prey. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his first kill, a thought entered her mind that made her look up at the sky. Right now it was nice and warm, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would rear its ugly head and there was no way Marian would be able to survive the way she was: naked and without a way to make fire. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze to death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the massive hole the dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a large flap, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.
“I need this pelt. I need this,” she said slowly while patting the flap of elk hide again.
There was no way that the dragon would understand her words, but she was hoping he would at least get the message. To her luck, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to continue 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 stories 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 pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to find the other dragons and see if she could get the pelts off their kills. As she walked though the forest, 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 rape victim for cruel beasts. Next she became a hardened survivor, willing to spread her legs for her captors and live solely on semen to stay alive. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an animal pelt over her shoulder and chewing on a raw strip of meat with the blood dripping off her chin and running down her full breasts. 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 farmer to being a bestiality sex-addict that was living more like an animal than a human.
And this lifestyle made her truly happy.
Marian was able to find the rest 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 more elk and Marian found them in time to salvage the pelts. She would need 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 thirty animal pelts from horses, cows, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided hair, she managed to turn five of them into a set of clothes 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 stay perfectly comfortable, no matter how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the dragons snuggled up against her to keep her warm.
Marian woke up on the first day of autumn and found that the cave was empty. She looked around, wondering if Bourne and her nest-mates had gone out into the woods to hunt. She was disappointed by her loneliness, because either she would wake up the dragons by stroking them or sucking them to full erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.
Her bitter thoughts were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it Bourne? The question was answered by six loud crashes outside and the arrival of the dragons, folding their wings as they entered the cave.
With a smile and tears of pride on her face, she climbed out of the nest and ran over to them. “You just flew! You all flew!” she squealed, running her hands over their scaly bodies once she reached them.
Over the six months since they hatched, the dragons had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so much like their father. The plates, which had originally been soft and pink, now looked like ruby chips and were as hard, their stubby claws and fangs were as hard and sharp as daggers, and they were even more well endowed (something that she absolutely loved).
“My sweet boys, I love you and am so proud of you,” she said tenderly.
The young dragons all lowered their heads and she gave each of them a long and passionate kiss on the lips, flitting her tongue between the tips of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already “excited”. Marian smiled and got down on her knees, stroking the dragon’s forearm-sized phallus. Licking her lips, she took the head in her mouth (that was all that would fit) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the dragon shudder in pleasure. The rest of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to give them permission to penetrate her.
After several seconds of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the giant winged lizards. “Come on back to the nest and I’ll show you just how proud of you I am.”
She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the edge, and bent over with her animal hide britches around her ankles to show her pussy and asshole. “Come on boys, I’m waiting.”
She lowered herself into the nest with the dragons jumping in after her.
Winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of animal pelts, Marian had a hard time staying warm. Sensing her vulnerability to the cold, the dragons became extra protective of her, even Bourne. When they left to go hunting or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the night, the giant elder dragon would lie down by the nest and use one of his giant wings to keep Marian and his sons warm and protected from the frigid night air.
A year slowly passed by in the cave, during which the dragons gangbanged Marian all at once over two thousand times, each of which made her moan at the top of her lungs in sexual euphoria.
Marian awoke in the nest by herself on beautiful morning in late spring, the day after the one-year anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to find a trace of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the dragons needed more and more food. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the woods. Wearing her animal hide outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.
“Arthur! Bourne! Pinot! Isaac! Ashford! Syris!” she shouted, hoping they were in the area. When no reply came, she called out again, but her only answer was her own echo.
Again, this was no surprise. The dragons had purged the land of all large animals and were always traveling farther and farther in search of food. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a stroll around the woods and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nest to wait for her winged lovers.
Dozing for the rest of the day and had a restless sleep during the night, but woke up the next morning to find herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a hard time finding food, but her mind was filled with worry. After spending the day drinking water and collecting wild plants and nuts to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep chill of worry in her heart, but she worked with every fiber in her being to suppress it.
After another day of scavenging for food, Marian spent most of the night lying on her back in the empty nest, staring at the cavern ceiling. As the moon reached its highest point in the sky, an idea entered her mind. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her crucifix necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a memento of her former life, even though she had lost her faith in God. She couldn’t remember the last time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.
“God, you did not answer my pleas when I was first captured, but please, help me. Bring them back, Lord, please. I don’t want to lose them,” she said, crying for the first time in a long time.
“They aren’t coming back…” Marian tearfully whispered, once again waking up alone.
It had been a year since the dragons had hatched and it was now clear that they had left the nest for lives of their own. They were no longer hatchlings; they were now grown adults and it was time for them to have hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would come, but she had hoped that she would have more time or that maybe that they would take her with them, though there was as little chance of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.
The dragons leaving to 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 barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the dragons were not going to return, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to human society. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human life and socialization, but now she was once again a member of society and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the same 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 family and left behind by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her farmer life.
It was hard for her to stay focused on her tasks, as not a single minute 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 sexual rush she had experienced 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 barns and stables on multiple occasions to pleasure the horses and bulls, but nothing gave her that same feeling.
Every day, she listened to all the rumors of dragons that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news of her former family. All she heard was the boring 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 reason that Marian allowed her hair to grow as long as possible.
As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the damp sheets, she heard a noise that made her drop her basket and gasp. It was a roar, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. Several screams could be heard in the background, but the snarls of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the source of the commotion. People screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the tips of red wings.
‘Could it be?’ she thought to herself, running towards the creature as fast as possible.
Turning a corner, Marian got a good look at the creature and gasped. Even after a year of growth and change, she recognized the scale pattern and bone structure of the dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his father, the creature was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like paws, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the crowds of people that had come to see the commotion or had not yet fled. Snorting in annoyance over the shortness of their hair, he would drop them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and wings, 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 tears of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of people, and came out in the open space 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 find me someday. It is so good to see you Pinot, I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,” she said, drying her tears.
The dragon then extended his forked tongue and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the same way she used to suck his cock. People stared in horror at the sight until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.
“Ugh, I can’t tell you how much I missed this,” she groaned in arousal with a thread of saliva hanging from her lip.
She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The onlookers gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his dick to reveal itself. Like Bourne, Pinot’s erect cock was now the size of a tree log, and Marian had to use both hands to stroke the shaft.
“My, you sure have grown.”
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head with her tongue, causing many onlookers to curse, scream, and faint. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the head of his cock with her tongue. At last, the dragon had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian’s face and dress with more than two gallons of semen, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlookers that hadn’t already fainted did so now.
Stepping back, Marian looked up into the dragon and began brushing her hair with her fingers. “I’m sure you have children of your own now, you must have found a partner to lay plenty of eggs. Here, take my hair to line your nest, 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 know the children of my children.”
Without so much as a nod, the dragon took her in her arms, then with a flap of his wings that was so powerful that the surrounding buildings were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his home with Marian.