Cinnamon Buns

My jaws work swiftly, pulverizing the potato slivers as my tongue soaks up the salty flavor, mixing perfectly with the flavor of the 'roo still present in my mouth.

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Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 1

In the old wolven tongue, it means: "flavour of death". ander emerged from his hiding spot and approached his brothers, the smell of fresh blood filling his nostrils. it was bitter. "ander!" hezzi said, jubilant after the kill.

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George the Jungle Man

It had a distinct flavor. i pushed deeper into the hole and was met with a squirt of more liquid. turtek gasped in surprise. soon a steady stream began to form and added itself to the torrent of already pungent flavors.

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Seeds

I then began to lick his entire body and moan in pleasure each time my tongue passed for the flavor of his body. "why cannot all humans be like you?" i asked closing my eyes and enjoying the maximum of the flavor. i was scared speechless.

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No One Dossier: S-Zero

They're just something for those people who are interested to add a little more flavour.

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Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 1

In the old wolven tongue, it means: "flavour of death". ander emerged from his hiding spot and approached his brothers, the smell of fresh blood filling his nostrils. it was bitter. "ander!" hezzi said, jubilant after the kill.

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Willing Squirrel Snack

He wanted to be gobbled up like the little rodent snack he was - he owed it to his predator to be as tasty and squirmy and flavorful as he could possibly be.

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Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 174

It was just a different flavour of feeling, no different from any other. banno pushed himself off the wall, took one step, and a torrent of blood erupted from his mouth, splattering all over the floor.

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Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 36

What would happen to her scent, her flavour, if she were consumed by a fake life? banno already knew the answer to that one. it was the same thing as freezing to death. or starving to death. or bleeding to death.

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How I Ate Him

His flavour was amazing and i savoured every bit of it. i felt him rub around my mouth and it tickled. i enjoyed it, but my belly was waiting, so i gave him a little push and he slid into my mouth farther.

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Blueberry Fox Poem

Protects it into the can it flies, off the wall reflected i brushed back my fluffy fur so clean, so crisp, so white and pushed the tiny stick in, and chewed the sweet delight mmm, i moan, so juicy, it taste so fresh and ripe the burst of berry flavor

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Filling the Void - Chapter One

Any flavor you want!" he added, solely to increase his son's joy. "maybe next time you'll get cherry!" victus practically glowed. cherry was his favorite!

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