Sinbad and Hasina Ch. 3 - Revelations
After a little more stroking and reassuring words, hasina finally calmed back down and smiled, her heart once again racing as she looked at her savior.
Ever Higher
He stood on his tiptoes, and straining his arm as high as he could was able to stroke her beak. her face was small on the top of her huge neck, giving her an odd, but yet pleasing look.
Twilight Consequences
The first stroke landed and twilight gasped. a mild prickle spread through her flesh. **fwip!** the second stroke was lighter, only causing her to twitch. twilight mused at why the princess was treating her so leniently. she had expected much worse.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 37
Markus was always grumpy to some degree, and it's steadily been getting worse ever since he had his stroke. 'stroke' was such an ugly word, though. almost aggressive.
My former master
I ate and drank out of a bowl, we played in the backyard, he stroked me and gave me all the love and care i could wish for. i was finally complete!
An Unlikely Pairing, Part 5
"tyler you can stroke my fur without any fear, in fact i owe you a huge apology, sorry doesn't even come close to how i feel.
Connect the Sweet Spots
Her nose \>sometimes her eyelids are pulled open just slightly along with your strokes \>when they are, you can see her green eyes roll back in bliss \>you move down the sides of her head \>a smile forms on her face as you draw circles on her cheeks
[RP Log] Lucy and Jane (F/F to F/M, TF & TG, double feral TF, incest & twins, impregnation)
He doesn't understand hardly a word, but he does stroke harder on hearing his name, since she seems to be crying and begging it. soon she can feel the swelling, the growing sensation of his knot filling out.
Scales and Honor: Swirling Storm: Epilogue
The dragon rumbled his approval as the human went back to stroking his head tenderly.
The Wine Maiden Chronicels. Chapter II
Slowly, she began to rub her hands against the leathery organs, massaging them with tender strokes.
A New Home
Her wings spread wide behind her, the weight of them strange and familiar all at once as she stroked along the tip and felt the wetness webbing between the edges of the digits messily.
Vocational Retraining: Epilogue
He let out a small whine, trying to resist and withhold his true feelings, but my gentle strokes soon got the better of him and he gave up, his arms tightening further: “i…i just…well…i'm going to miss you, buddy."