Legendary Chaos - Chapter 1: Prologue
Her attempt to avoid palkia's speculations about their actions was somewhat futile to the mental solution in palkia's mind. "right and another ploy to end the world once more, i presume."
VTQ: A Tight Squeeze
Knowing it was almost futile to try and pull out as the fangs curved back as they were would only dig into my flesh and prevent me from doing so. doing my best to fight against the coils that bound my body, trying to make the snake let me go.
Breathing Walls
I i i the man lay there dead, technically dying as some little fragments of organic machines still ran, in a desperate and futile attempt to remain alive.
Ardring - Chapter 5
He bucked, trying futilely to get free, until he was punched in the head forcefully. "stop moving." came a deep, commanding voice. he seemed to stop at the very words.
The Moonweaver Chronicles part 13
In a futile attempt to block out the noise he put his hands to his ears. this probably wasn't the kind of attack that could be blocked in such a rudimentary fashion though.
Curse of the Crinkle Crate! | Chapter 2
Having completed his rather futile attempts at drying his soaked clothing he unbuckled his pants and balled them up.
01 - The End
Soon more followed the same final tactic until the ship with vil was last and disabled by projectiles before it could make its heroic but futile end.
Taming the Werewolf - Commission for ShowNoMercy
Winnie soon found herself chomping into the cloth as the contraption holding her rattled from her futile attempts to escape. teary streaks were running down her face just as the human returned. “watcha got there?” “just watch.”
Competitive Spirit
She figured it was futile, but she wanted to try anyway, so she squeezed out a bout of flatulence that was slightly less smelly, loud, and long than her last burp.
Trading Places
After half a minute, jevin gave in, realising the futility of his efforts and acknowledging the fact that his struggling would only serve to tire himself out.
Father fucking revenge
>he begins to rock back into you, clenching in rhythm in futile attempt to hold you in. >minutes pass, the room shaking. >you're reduced to a primal shell of yourself, biting into his shoulder to hold him down.
The Year of the Dragon
He kicked at it nonchalantly, in futility and in boredom, hoping that the strong links would somehow fall apart. it was a desperate hope but hope is the last vestige of the desperate.