I'm still mad you didn't send in that stud to fuck my brains out, but whatever. Not like I'm allowed to have any fun here anyway. How's a girl supposed to get better here if she's not even allowed to have fun with the other residents? That guy a few doors down sounds energetic as fuck, given all the yelling he does when you forget to sedate his crazy ass. Bet he'd be down to fuck, and for once I'm fucking horny enough to not resist. Holy shit you fuckers have been driving me mad getting me all fucking riled up without any relief talking about my getting molested so much. But that's why you're here, right? Have me talk myself into a horny frenzy about how I keep getting closer and closer to having my tight 8 year old pussy violated by some stranger's dick? I bet you enjoy having me verbally edged. Bet you can't wait to see me talk myself into creaming my panties. Ah well, whatever, you're not going to leave until I talk, so let's just get this over with. -- So I last left off with my bare pussy stained white with cum, right? Jerked a dragon off while straddling his belly and chest until he hosed me down with probably the most cum I've ever seen at that point. It had to be double what he did when he was showing me what cum even was. Easily enough to coat most of my belly and crotch. And of course the horny bastard had to inspect his handiwork, having me stand up while he circled me. Once he was quite satisfied, he began to lick me clean, making sure to take his time and savor not only the feel of my flesh against his tongue, but the taste of his own emissions. Especially when he got to my pussy. I bet he was reveling in the taste of my cunt and his cum mixed together. Wouldn't be the last time either, not by a very long shot. And since I was way too young to know any better and expertly groomed to let him touch me anywhere he pleased, I happily let him run his tongue aaaaaall over my chest, belly, and cunt. Of course, with it barely past noon by this point, we still had plenty of time left in the day before I had to return home. Which meant plenty of time to see just how far he could push his luck with me. But he still had to be careful. I was playing quite easily into his claws, but he could still ruin all his hard work if he went too far. After all, just because I was comfortable letting him touch and lick me all over my body as well as comfortable enough to play with his penis, it was still a big risk he was taking exposing me to the world of sex and sexual pleasure. And there was still the fact that at any point our little secret could be discovered. He had to play it VERY safe, but his hard work was definitely paying off. Whereas before he had to try real hard to keep his penis concealed, telling me to pay it no mind and it'll go away when he couldn't, now he could just let his penis be any amount of exposed and I wouldn't even bat an eye. Being exposed to the sight of it so often, coupled with being able to touch it and feel react to my presence, constantly being told it was a sign that he truly enjoyed my company meant that seeing it at all just meant to me that he was extremely comfortable letting me know how much he enjoyed being with me. It wasn't like he was constantly trying to get me to touch it, even passively. It was just.. there. And it made me feel giddy seeing it. After probably a good half hour of snuggling, the dragon asked me what I would like to do next. After all, today was my day, and he'd happily do whatever I wanted. Well I wanted to try kissing again. It was really nice, and if I was going to be kissing boys in the future I wanted to make sure I got more practice in with an expert! He merely chuckled and agreed to kissing me, saying he was glad I enjoyed it so much. So we kissed, nice and tenderly, for a good five minutes. I was admittedly a little annoyed when he broke the kiss, but what he asked me next made me forget my annoyance. He said I was doing pretty well for a beginner, and was curious if maybe I'd want to try something a little more.. advanced? I asked him what he meant by that, and he said he wanted to see if I would be willing to try kissing like really close friends do. I was confused though. I thought that's what we were already doing? He simply replied that yes, really close friends can kiss this way too, but what we were doing was more the kind of kissing you'd do if you were just close friends looking to get closer. There was a way that really close friends kissed sometimes, when the kissing was making them feel really good. We didn't have to if I didn't want to, but as a really close friend of mine he wanted to show me this new way of kissing. I had to admit, I had no idea kissing could get even BETTER, and I was curious as to how! It was already really enjoyable with him, especially with how patient he was with me. So I readily agreed, to which he had me follow him to his nest where I'd be much more comfortable. Once we reached the soft pile of sweetgrass he had me lie on my back, looking up at him. He settled himself down on top of me, his chest covering my lower half while his head dipped down to gently peck at my snout, gently told me if I started feeling uncomfortable with this he'd stop and let me up, and we began the kiss anew. At first it didn't seem much different, save for this time he was over my body, but then our lips parted, only for him to start kissing his way down my chin and neck, gently reminding me that he'd stop if I said the word. To say it was a weird experience was an understatement. Now I was no stranger to being kissed all over my body by a male, but it was my father, and it was the kind of barrage of kisses a dad would do in a very appropriate manner to a baby, making them giggle and squeal. My dad used to do this to me before I reached the age of 5. But this? This was a way different experience. I wasn't being barraged by quick pecks to my face and arms, I was being slowly and quite sensually kissed along and under my chin, the dragon slowly making his way down to my chest. When he reached my very flat breasts, he started making his way over to one of my nipples, giving it a gentle lick and kiss, before softly suckling on it. Now this should have been the point where my body started screaming at me that something was very wrong, that I was being touched in an EXTREMELY inappropriate manner. And had he done this before, or even during our first kiss not even a couple hours ago? It would have made me extremely uncomfortable, despite being more than happy to let him lick and touch my chest. Hell, even with him having licked me to orgasm that morning as well as peeing on me, I don't know if I would have been comfortable with this before right this very moment. All of that was just things naturally progressing, a curiosity that slowly grew into more. But this. This wasn't just idle touching, or tongues probing curiously. This was an active violation of my body; a very deliberate move on his part to make love to someone far too young to even comprehend what was going on. This was by far the riskiest play he had ever, or would ever, take. I HAD to resist him now to have any hope of avoiding a lifestyle that would drive me to... now. ...but I didn't resist him. Not in the slightest. Sure, it felt wrong, but not in a run home crying for Mommy wrong, like it probably should have been. This was more a "I really shouldn't be doing this" kind of wrong that was kicking around the back of my mind, but was being drowned out by the incredible feelings he was flooding my body with. Never before had I ever considered that my nipples could be for more than just feeding babies when I grew up. Not once did I ever consider that they could deliberately be made to feel REALLY good. And had the bastard just dove straight in instead of gently warming my body up with his sensual kisses, it would not have felt like jolts of electricity racing through my body. My back arched into his kisses, my heart was beating a mile a minute, my head was /swimming/ in a sea of pleasure. It was forming a fire in my loins, a fire that burned hotly and made my body ache with a craving I had never experienced before in my life. Worse yet, my body was responding in ways neither of us would have expected. And when his lips moved to my other nipple to lightly suckle on that? Oh god the noises I started making, and he would just thrum in response to me, sending subtle vibrations through my body. I was pure putty in his claws, ready for him to mold me however he saw fit. To his credit, he did ask me if I was alright, and if I wanted to keep going before he went any further. But I was too far gone to stop him now. I wanted.. no. I NEEDED him to keep going. I had NO idea how to express this to him either, but I must have done a good enough job of doing so because next thing I know I feel his lips gently and sensually kissing their way down my belly. And oh god the fire was burning hotter the closer those scaly lips got to my crotch. It was so ALIEN to me; I had NEVER experienced a feeling like this EVER before. It was threatening to overwhelm me and I needed to make him stop before it did, but gods did I NEED him to keep going even moreso. I had no way to know that he had essentially kickstarted my puberty. I didn't even realize just how fucking WET I was between my legs. Hell, it took that horny bastard by surprise, too. The only clue I had that something was amiss was when I heard a surprised grunt the second his lips touched my pussy. My juices just coated his lips in an instance, nearly overwhelming him with my scent. There was a very low growl that was growing in his chest, and that's when he started making out with my cunt. Not just kissing it, or lightly licking it. Oh no, he was actively making out with my snatch like he was making out with my muzzle. That tongue poked and prodded its way right into my vagina, just coating it in my juices. He ate my pussy out like it was the juiciest fruit imaginable. He savored it like it was just the perfect amount of ripe, as if he wanted to make it last. And let me tell you, the yowling I was doing as he /devoured/ my pussy was unlike any sound I had made in my life. That tongue was stuffing my cunt like a worm desperately trying to burrow into the mud. My legs wound up wrapping around his neck and squeezing tight. My hips were gyrating like mad trying to pull away but also shove HARDER against his muzzle. I just. Could. Not. Stop. CUMMING around his tongue, and I get the feeling like he had lost control of himself as well. I was SCREAMING, and I can't fucking tell you if I was begging for him to stop, or begging for him to never stop. Maybe both. But gods that tongue of his was making me want to claw my way up the fucking wall. And by the time he did stop, my tiny body was just trembling in a mix of overwhelming pleasure and confusion. I had no idea what the fuck was happening, and it was scaring me. This here would wind up being the moment of truth for him. He HAD pushed his luck, and lost control thanks to my very unexpected start into womanhood. His very next move would determine if he had any kind of future using my body as his personal fucktoy, or if he would irrepairably screw up his chances of ever getting his dick milked by my pussy's tight velvety walls. Had he done ANYTHING else, there would have been no way in hell I would have let him touch me again. But no, the svelte bastard had to nuzzle and lick my heaving chest and my face, telling me what a good girl I was, how he was so proud of me, how I had done such an amazing job for my first time, how much he loved his darling little girl. Oh so much. His constant praise, reassurance, and adoration for me essentially secured his chances of turning me into his little whore. I was in DEEP now, and it wouldn't be much longer before I had no escape. God his dick was so fucking hard now, I'm sure he was DESPERATE to sink it into my tight pussy, to tear my cunt in half slamming every inch as deep as he could into me until he burst my womb with every single drop of his virile seed. It must have been a gargantuan effort not to rape me then and there after being unexpectedly overwhelmed with the taste and smell of my pheromones flooding his senses. But somehow he managed to keep control of himself, but gods was he straining. Once I was calmed down enough to not want to freak out, he apologized to me for being as... erect as he was, and asked if I didn't mind if he took care of it real quick; it was getting very uncomfortable for him to be like this for too long. I feebly told him I didn't mind, but I wished I could help him. Especially after he had made me feel so amazingly good like he did. He said if I really didn't mind, he would love for me to help him. I just had to be careful; it wouldn't take much to make his dick spurt again. So I shakily got on my hands and knees and crawled next to his dick the moment he flopped on his side. I was amazed at how firm it felt this time, compared to last. It seemed bigger than before, and the way it THROBBED the second my fingers even touched his dick. The head of his dick was flaring, too. Even more so than when I had made him cum the last time, except he wasn't cumming yet. I laid against his belly, with his dick practically covering my lap. He warned me that it was going to be intense, but I still wasn't prepared for just how hard he was going to cum. Or how loudly. The way he was curled, his first shot wound up hitting him in the chin so hard it splattered everywhere. The second hit his chest. The third wound up splashing against his paws as he tried desperately to not spray his cum absolutely everywhere, with most of it ending up on either his claws or my lap. And the roar he let out was almost deafening. He was panting very hard by the time he stopped ejaculating, his emissions just barely dribbling out of the tip of his dick by now. His flare was still fully exposed, unlike the last time where it had already started dying down. It took several minutes for his dick to end up going flaccid in my lap, with him twitching and panting heavily. I wound up stroking his belly for several minutes, before getting the idea that I should help him clean up. He tried to stop me when I started licking the cum off his scales, but I waved him off and insisted that I help him clean up. After everything he's done for me, it's only fair. Besides, he was supposed to be doing what I wanted him to do, and I wanted him to let me do this! Of course, he still insisted that he at least help a bit, not wanting me to get overwhelmed. It was a lot, after all! (It wasn't all THAT much, but he probably would have filled an entire drinking glass had he cum directly into one.) He did wind up getting most of it anyway but he did let me get his chin, purring quite happily as I licked his scales clean. Once we were both cleaned up, we spent a good half hour relaxing in each others' embrace, before both of us actually dozed off for an hour. This time however, I woke up before he did. Well before he did, in fact. He had shifted slightly so that while I was still laying against him, there was nothing holding me against him so I could quietly get up. I wound up taking a quick walk outside, nervously looking around the cave entrance before stepping out into the open. I was glad to see the sun was still fairly high in the sky, but it would not be long before I would need to start making my way home. At best I figured... 2 hours? Maybe 3 at the most. Hopefully the dragon wouldn't sleep too late. I went around the back of the cave to take a quick piss, before wandering back into the cave. The dragon was still fast asleep, and I realized I had a very interesting opportunity to get a REAL good look at him. Oh sure, we had both gotten very familiar with each other's bodies at this point, but it was always under his careful watch. So long as he didn't wake up, I was free to check out parts of him he normally didn't let me focus on too much. I just had to hope he wasn't a very light sleeper. As luck would have it, viciously eating me out and cumming his brains out afterwards had worn him out enough to sleep fairly soundly! He probably would have been awake in an instance if he heard an intruder though, but since it was just my scent his body could smell, he probably felt comfortable enough to keep dozing. Which was great for me, because it let me gently pet him, slowly running my paws over his scaly arms and marveling at how surprisingly soft and cool they felt, despite being literal armor for him. When I wound up reaching his paws I ever so gently ran my fingers along his claws, glancing nervously up at him to see if he had roused. But no, he was still sound asleep. And man those talons looked quite dangerous, but I knew how gentle they could be, too. After all, his claws had been all over my very frail body and not once had they harmed me. Getting a little braver, I started running my paws along his great scaled chest, marvelling at how they'd gently swell with every breath the dragon took in his sleep. It always felt so good resting my head against his chest and feeling the rise and fall, as well as the subtle sound of his heartbeats. Running my paws along his stomach I couldn't help but wonder how something so covered in protective scales could feel so soft. It was almost as soft and smooth as my belly! And then I noticed his dick was out again. It wasn't completely out, but the tip was definitely peeking out. And that's when I got a particularly naughty idea in my head. If I could keep from waking him, I could check out his dick as much as I pleased! Especially at this stage, when he was barely even poking out. Usually when I played with his dick he was either mostly exposed and flaccid, or fully erect. So I scootched on up towards his crotch, sitting down and watching it intently, seeing if it would grow out more. After a couple minutes of nothing really happening, I glanced nervously up at the dragon, before reaching a hand to gently touch the tip. That seemed to get a reaction! It was starting to move now, veeeery slowly sliding out a little more. Another quick glance to make sure the dragon was still asleep, and I was now very gently petting the dragon's dick. Gods above I was nervous, but my curiosity was winning out over my common sense. I watched in utter fascination as the dragon's dick slowly slid out of its genital slit into my hands, amazed at how soft and squishy it felt. Now it looked like it did when the dragon was taking a piss. Another quick glance behind me, and assured the dragon was STILL asleep I was now ever so gently shifting it around in my hands, marvelling at how soft and warm it felt, and how it was shaped. I was able to even get a good look at his peehole for the first time when it wasn't leaking or spurting any fluids. Oh wait, there's just a tiny glob of something clear and slick. I must be making him feel good in his sleep. ... I wonder if it's possible for me to make him feel really good in his sleep? To even make him emission in his sleep? ...would he appreciate it? Would he get mad at me? I probably should have waited until he was awake to find out if this was alright, but I was feeling particularly naughty right now, so I kept going, ever so gently massaging his head and shaft with my paws until it was nice and hard, nervously peeking back at him now and again to make sure I didn't wake him, nearly jumping out of my skin when I heard him sleep-mumble something about a naughty girl. A panicked glance backwards revealed that he was still asleep, his head having not moved at all. Phew, that was way too close. My heart racing, I went back to gently caressing and massaging his dick, watching intently as it twitched and throbbed lightly in may paws. Once again I heard him sleep mumble something about which hole (what does that mean?) before slightly thrusting his dick in my paws once or twice. Again I looked back at him to make sure he was still sleeping, before taking an even bigger risk and licking the pre that was starting to flow fro the tip of his dick. It was still just as sweet as I remembered it being, so I once again stuck the tip of his dick in my mouth, careful not to go too far (I wanted to make sure he didn't end up thrusting and choking me) and just let the pre flow right into my mouth. Oh man did it feel nice feeling that warm slightly slimy fluid coat my tongue and throat. It had such a wonderful taste that I could have savored for hours. I heard him mumble something about how good it felt, how he wanted to cum inside. I didn't bother looking behind me this time, knowing he was still fast asleep and definitely enjoying himself. I just kept suckling and caressing, getting completely lost in the taste and smell and feel of his dick. So lost in fact that I didn't notice he had woken up shortly after, and had been watching me suck him off for a good minute or two. I nearly had a fucking heart-attack when I felt his tongue brush against my ass, making me jump and land on the other side of his body. I was IMMEDIATELY apologetic, begging for him to not be mad at me, but he simply rolled over, brought my trembling form up against him, and licked me reassuringly. He wasn't mad, not at all. I was obviously curious, and just satisfying my curiosity. How could he be mad at that? He was really enjoying the feelings I was giving him, and he just wanted to let me know he was appreciating it. He didn't intend to startle me. Yes, I probably should have asked before trying something like that, but that was okay. Now that he was awake, he was giving me blanket permission. I was such a close friend he felt comfortable letting me touch him any time I pleased, even when he was asleep. It was giving him some really nice dreams in fact. Of course, he had hoped that I felt the same way about him, given how close we were. It would only be fair after all, wouldn't I agree? He would love to give me some really nice dreams of my own should the opportunity ever arise. Naturally, being young and dumb I saw no problem with this, especially considering he had been molesting me every opportunity he had up to this point. And really, nothing would change with the way he'd touch my body, with the exception that I could expect him to rape me with his tongue in my sleep should I be stupid enough to fall asleep in his presence. But now he had a problem. I had done such a good job making him feel good that he was sad that I had stopped. He was wondering if perhaps I'd be willing to finish what I started, and he'd show me a new way really close friends played together in the process. Naturally I agreed; finding new ways to play with my best friend was always fun! So he rolled onto his back, had me lay along his stomach so that his dick was pointed directly at my face, and let me resume sucking on and caressing his dick. He said he'd warn me before he'd cum by tapping on my side, but I was free to do whatever I wished at this point. He wanted to see how I would have kept going had he not interrupted me. However, he did want me to lift my tail some. Yes, just like that... And then I felt his nose press against my rump, his tongue lapping at my pussy several times before I felt that tongue snake right inside. DEEP inside. It wasn't as... ravenous as it was when he was kissing my snatch, but gods did it still feel weird feeling that thing slide in and out of my tight cunt over and over again. Despite how alien it felt to have something penetrate me, it felt REALLY fucking good, so much so that it made me moan against his dick as I sucked. It wasn't nearly as overwhelming as last time either, so I could somewhat focus on the feelings it was giving me, or at least what focus I could while focusing on sucking the head of the dragon's dick. It must have been several minutes of sucking and rubbing the dragon's dick while feeling his warm breath against my ass as his tongue alternated between slowly thrusting in and out of my tight cunt and running FIRMLY along the length of my snatch before I felt him tap me gently. But I didn't stop sucking on his tip. Nor did I slow down the caresses of my paws. I could feel his dick throbbing now, the fluid flowing from the tip getting thicker. And then I felt him FIRMLY bury his muzzle into my ass, groaning against my snatch as he let loose a torrent of cum into my mouth. It wasn't as intense an ejaculation as the last time thankfully; I'm pretty sure feeling THAT first shot forcefully hit me square in the back of the throat would have had me coughing and gagging quite violently. It was still a good first few shots though, making it nearly to the back of my throat. It surprised me as well, making me instinctively swallow as it filled my mouth. The next couple I was able to savor at least, but it was still quickly filling my muzzle so I had to pull back before I accidentally drowned in it. Another shot to the face, another weaker spurt to my chin, and the last few splattering harmlessly against his belly. And shortly after that I felt my pussy convulse around his tongue as I came, making me gurgle a mouth full of cum as the pleasure washed over me. It was not anywhere near as intense as the last time, but it still made me tremble a little (and I may have dribbled a not-insignificant amount of cum out of my mouth from it.) He asked if I was doing alright, to which I tried to reply but instead nearly dribbled even more cum down my messy muzzle. I quickly swallowed what was still in my mouth and replied that yes, I was doing good. When he saw just how coated in cum my face and chin was he just laughed, teasing me about how I was such a messy eater. I grumped at him, but he just licked my face clean and said he was just teasing. I did a wonderful job, and he greatly appreciated my efforts. He also had to admit that the messy look wasn't a bad look on me either; it really accentuated my pretty blue hide. He bet it also felt nice too (which it did, even if I did feel a little weird wanting to admit to him that I wanted to just rub it all over my body. I always enjoyed a good romp in the mud and feeling it cling to my hide, the way it felt when it would smear all over and get everywhere.) He also asked if I enjoyed myself, to which I definitely replied yes. It felt so weird feeling his tongue up my snatch like that, but it was really exciting and made me feel really REALLY good. He was glad; what we did was something really close friends liked to do to make each other feel really good at the same time, and he had hoped that I would enjoy the shared experience. I asked if that was something we could do again, to which I swear I saw a gleam in his eye before he replied of course, if that's what I wanted. He had other fun ways we could play together as well if I was curious. But another time; though we still had at least another hour before I had to get ready to go he wanted to go take a dip in the pond one last time with me. So we took a swim, splashed about, I got tongue-bathed one last time (with the tease dipping his tongue up my cunt once or twice to get me riled up) and got dressed and ready to go. He helped me over the briar patch, and I began my journey home with my head swimming in thoughts. If his tongue felt good deep inside my cunt.. What else would feel good? Oh I had to know. Tonight's shower, and especially bedtime was going to wind up blowing my fucking mind with new revelations. I would end up shocked when I took off my panties for the shower, and discovering a wet patch in them. At first I thought I had pissed myself, but it didn't smell like piss. In fact, the inside of my pussy seemed to be coated in a thin slimy substance. Kind of like the same stuff that the dragon dribbled out when he was feeling really good sometimes, but kind of different? It felt thinner and more wet than slimy. It also didn't quite taste the same. It was pretty slick though. Wait, didn't the dragon mention that my body would start doing this at some point? Ooh, and touching my bump felt way better with the fluids coating my fingers and snatch. And the showerhead? Holy moly. But the real fun wouldn't be until bed time, when I would discover that my fingers felt good slipping inside my vagina. Not only that, but I had a small toy that would wind up being the PERFECT size for sliding into my pussy. And oh my god with how wet I was getting, it wound up sliding REAL easy into me. It was blowing my mind that such a thing could feel so good. And as I was experimenting with the toy, an intrusive thought popped into my head. I recalled him mumbling in his sleep earlier, something about holes and cumming inside. Which got me to thinking about other things he had said when he was telling me about his penis that first time. Something about... using it to put a baby inside someone? Wait, did that mean that boys put their penises inside a girl's pussy to make babies? I didn't see how else they got the baby in the belly, and it seemed kind of silly to... swallow it (even if I had done quite a bit of that.) But he also said that he could.. not make babies if he so chose. So.. did that mean a boy's penis could go inside me and not make a baby? He never really clarified that part. Like I knew that a boy's penis would make emissions when played with; I had some actual experience with that now. Oh how I wish I could see the dragon and ask him; he would surely know, and unlike my parents he would be very open and honest about it too. No way I could ask them without being told to wait until I was older. How long would I have to wait?! But until then, I could only assume that yes, the penis was meant to fit inside of me to put a baby in me, and yes, he could potentially put his penis inside of me to make me feel really good without putting a baby in me. I DEFINITELY didn't want to have a baby put in me, so I needed to make sure of that. But for now, I could at least pretend that the toy in my hand was the dragon's penis (even if it wasn't nearly as large, I don't think it would have fit me) and that he was humping away at me like I'd sometimes see the local dogs do to each other. Oh wow, that suddenly made a lot of sense what the dogs were doing. It didn't take me very long to cum my little brains out around the toy, barely able to stifle my moans as I thought about that hot dragon dick filling my pussy like he filled my mouth. I was afraid I was too loud, but when nobody came to check in on me, I just sighed in relief, snuck out into the bathroom to quickly wash up, and went straight to bed. I would have some pretty fucking wild dreams, but fuck if I can remember what they are now. -- So there you have it, the vivid story of the first time the dragon raped my pussy with his tongue. Oh sure some might argue that I let him, that I did nothing to stop him, that I even wanted it to happen. Well fuck them, and fuck you too for even considering that I might agree. Just because I get fucking sopping wet every time I think about it doesn't mean that I always wanted it. Just because it made me scream in ecstasy every time he stuffed my cunt with that slippery flexible appendage doesn't mean it wasn't violating me. I was fucking 8 years old! How the fuck do you even justify doing this shit to a child?! How the fuck did nobody ever find out or stop the bastard?! Why did it have to be me?! Ugh, fuck. I'm a god damn mess. Fuck you for that. I.. I think I need some time alone. Please. Just... maybe fuck off for a day or two. I... don't think I want to talk about it for a bit. Just a day or two. Then I'll be ready to regale you with tales of how he turned me into a fucking 8 year old prostitute.