The Dragon’s Pet: Chapter 3

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.

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.