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.
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