A Real Stud
The first pulse of pleasure ran through him to the feel of the dildo's thrusts growing faster. the pony screamed out his pleasure as a hot flood of his seed erupted from his tip to splatter inside of his rider.
Integration: Part Fifteen + Epilogue (Final)
It was made of smooth concrete, or something like it, and was scuffed and scraped from the scrabbling of years of recruits.
GBL High: Book one: Chapter One
But what got most of timmy's attentions was his head fur. the fox had a streak of every colour of the rainbow going from right to left.
Breeding Program
The great drake was all too used to the sounds of children ooing and ahhing over him, the sounds of their voices were always so much more piercing than those of the adults.
If the suit fits
That kind of crap is so over rated. no, the name thing is just years of identity theft i've used as a means of paying the bills." "that doesn't answer my question."
Scale and Shield (Part 1)
Your continued lack of respect for the natural order will be the end of you." “indeed." he scratched the back of his neck. “i'm afraid i'm rather out of my depth here."
The Labyrinth
She let out a choked sound of pain as the tip kept digging deeper and deeper into the passage of her cervix.
Integration: Part Nine
"... marks the day of the inception of the new banner of the united treaty organization," he said as he faded out in lieu of a full shot of the uto's flag.
In Love With A Fairytale
Carefully i moved the needle along the opening of the path like one would stitch something closed, imagining a torn piece of fabric in front of me with bit of my power forming the string.
In Fine Feather: Part One
Everything was sore except my wings; three days of waiting and two days of walking had been more than enough recovery for those. torio still had at least one day of travel until he reached lighthaven with the rest of the caravan.
Lost
Tired, that's what he was, tired of death, tired of this one-sided war, tired of watching comrade after comrade fall, of clawing tooth and nail for scraps of success marred by tidal waves of defeat.
Integration: Part Ten
He was purely happy, with no trace of fear. she couldn't get enough of that. this was indeed a unique kind of relationship. even for the empathy of a lupari, it was odd.