Chapter 3: The Shemale In Her
The heat of a male's hard body against her own, his big dick filling her, pushing up and in until her juices were oozing as her pussy clenched them out. she needed those lips on her tits, those paws on her body.
Her Gift
From her all that was not came to be. her wealth was in lack, and in her poverty she possessed all things. within her embrace the soils, waters, and airs formed.
Her Peculiar Appendage
Scarlet eyes bored into jocasta's skull fiercely enough to make her horns tingle. she sighed deeply, and bid her future victims for, "a moment, please." then turned her head to address her critic. but not enough to take her eyes off the intruders.
War inside her head.
Crying out over her lost mate. damithril came closer to her. dragging her against his chest in a crude embrace. _“rakshasi”_ he said kindly to her, cooing her mind with his presence. _“damithril…”_ she said, softly.
The Dragoness and Her Rogue - Part One
Throughout the bar, there were cheers from everyone as the mistress on stage took her leave after having sung her last, heart breaking melody. then, leaning forward so he could be heard over the noise, adam hissed at his customer.
Spreading Her Empire Part 1
her vision turned red, so did her eyes. her grip on the gun loosened. it fell from her shaking paw and clanged on the metal ground.
Her First Mate
I did say something to her asking of what does she want of me her answer was straightforward other than me being "cute" she is in need of a first mate someone who can show her the ways of this new world for she's been behind in the times and also to keep her
Her Most Precious Treasure
The great dark beast slowly walks up to her and displays its dominance over her as if he's giving her a chance to leave.
slutever: a found poem of her words
her words arranged by me. slutever no one on this earth understand none get me im one woof in a sea of experiential static use it.
My Grandmother On Her Deathbed
I'll miss her terribly but i couldn't imagine a more beautiful way to go. my grandmother on her deathbed tells me that my pants are unzipped.
Her Spitting Image
her crest lowered as i continued staring at her. she seemed to understand immediately as i lowered my head. she soon got a sad look on her face as she lowered her head and almost seemed to sob out, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you feel bad.
Mean Old Mule: Her Personality Becomes Her
No, he had much more to give her than that and the weight of the woman’s body dragged her down and down and down, her shoulder connecting with the hard-packed soil with a solid thud before her mind even caught up with what was happening to her.