The dragon’s orgasm was much larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the force and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of semen and managed to swallow more than a pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the slit while she rubbed the head with her arms, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a twisted form of pleasure and satisfaction in the feeling of being sprayed with more semen. The dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.
Lying in the nest, Marian scraped the dragon’s cum off of her naked body and slurped it off her fingers with relish. Her stomach was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At first she thought some part of her mind was just telling her to clean herself off, but this thought was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other hand and rubbing the dragon’s semen into her pussy.
She couldn’t believe it, how had it changed this much? Before, she would cry and scream as the dragons raped her or ejaculated into or on her body, 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 confidence to hope that she could achieve her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to stay alive. Now here she was, savoring the dragon’s cum like it was a treat and stroking the bruised lips of her cunt in sexual euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.
There were so many things that she hated about this situation: 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 face them if she lived), and wished she could at least sleep in something more comfortable than a bed of semen-coated sticks.
But while there were all of those problems, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the warmth and taste of the dragons’ cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the same time like a whore, she was enjoying the feeling of the dragons cocks being driven deep into her body so hard and fast that she could do nothing but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the endless sessions of gang-rape brought on. At first she had hated it so much that she prayed for death, now she couldn’t get enough violation.
Like the return of her will to live, this acceptance gave her incredible peace of mind. At the cost of her dignity and many comforts, this was actually making her happy. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to enjoy this to the full potential…
As she gained her first smile since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to stir from their nap. On cue, the elder dragon returned with a dead elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his sons a filling meal. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to touch herself, working her fingers between the legs as she waited for the dragons to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in turn could pleasure her.
Once they finished stripping the meat from the elk skeleton, she got on her knees with her face against the floor of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her hands 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.
“Come on children, I’m ready.”
The session proved to be the most pleasurable, with Marian having finally accepted that she was enjoying being molested. Even though her vagina and anus had been almost completely shredded from brutal penetrations and she knew the dragons couldn’t understand her, she found herself whispering for them to work harder and faster, and begging them to “spray her”.
As if sensing her change in mood and view, the dragons seemed to change their tactics. They weren’t as brutal and forceful in claiming stake over parts of her body or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their family member, or even their equal, but they did seem to be aware that she was a living thing and not an inanimate sex toy.
The session ended with Marian using her hands to stroke the dragons to climax with her mouth open, hungrily catching the jets of sperm. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drop of cum and licking up every drop that missed her lips and waiting tongue. With the dragons 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 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.
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