Project Pandora #2
They stayed together in silence for a good minute before elpis finally sinks himself further into the tiger's torso, the pecs are soft as if it was a pillow, and his belly is perfectly aligned with his back, supporting his weight.
Becoming Tundra***Chapters 1 and 2
The strong arms, protruding pecs, well defined six-pack, powerful legs, and large foot paws. all of his claws look razor sharp. his right arm extends outward and points to a wooden chair that is about five feet from the throne.
Your Guardian Angel
Even though no contact was made, kilik could just feel those warm pecs pressing against his shoulders. his arms are what the fox stared at most. firm, defined, gentle, loving. those four characteristics deciphered from just his arms.
Muscle Camp - Chapter 2: Terminal Error
Mike regained his footing and straightened himself back up before turning to the helpful stranger, chuckling softly to himself as he spoke out "uh, heh thanks for saving my..." only to pause as his muzzle came to rest between the helpful stranger's pecs before
The Item, Appraised
His body stiffened from a sudden touch on his chest; the avian was tracing a feathered finger around one of his pectorals while looking upon him in sadistic pleasure. "calm down big guy.
Chapter Four
I zoom into the part where i was checking out his alluring body, making me salivate at just the thought of him, noticing his strong soccer calves and his pectorals, yet there was something that i could not get my mind off of: his groin area.
Platinum Light
Tiamat didn't have the time for a rebuttal on that realm-wide communication as her vision suddenly became a wall of pec mass slamming into her.
Becoming Tundra***Chapters 3 and 4
"so, this is what he meant," he ran a paw across his pecs.
Desiderio 4
His own hands gripped my pecs, causing them to tingle slightly from the feeling. i could feel his breath whisp against my muzzle as i stared down into those amazing chocolate brown eyes, making my crisp yellow light up.
A Chance of Showers - Part Eight
Jake asked the top of kip's head, which had returned to its previous position, nestled in the valley between the lifter's pecs. "i'm good." kip said. "actually," he corrected, after thinking about it for a moment, "i'm better than good.
From the Depths He Comes
Again his broad pectorals towered over the edge of the cliff, blocking out a good portion of the setting sun's light.
Listen. Relax. Obey.
He couldn't feel the touch of the tiger as he gripped his pec, squeezing and groping his new prize. the other hand gently riding down his shoulder and arm, feeling the muscle and definition that was there.