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.
Leave a Reply