Doggy (Vore, Dog/Squirrel, F/m)
She took a minute to savor her prey's soft belly, her tongue eagerly lapping and licking at izzy's tummy. his fur was extra soft here and it felt nice as her tongue ran through it in an effort to collect flavor.
The Northern Path
He directed her snout towards his face to lean against its tip, pushing his fingers in the soft underside as he softly grabbed on her lower jaws. if he didn't know her, he would have thought it sheer lunacy. yet he did it.
The Instinct
Eventually, the hungry seadragon finally reduced his pile to one rock- his absolute favourite, a large, shiny piece of obsidian, with soft sides yet sharp corners. he let out a soft burp and stared, a bit in shock, at the final rock.
The Hardest Life PT.4
He then spat out seprenta and fennex onto the soft flowers. fennex being in him the longest got used to the darkness, so he's being blinded by the bright flowers and the sun light. "where are we?" fennex asks.
Being What You Eat
soft. he couldn't feel any bones in his body, yet it was obvious rukai was well-built! still, he kept swallowing, gulping, and licking down his prey.
In Your Element
You struggle against the soft furry bounds, sticky frosting caked against your body.
Guro Challenge #26: Plants
"the scent is strong this way," shadow murmured, so softly it was almost lost in the sounds of dripping water and humming insects. no frogs croaking or monkeys calling. not with cluny on the prowl. "heh, stupid creatures, bats.
Unxpected Dinner
"Crap, Craaap" Selk muttered angrily to himself as he stumbled through the thick brush and overhanging branches, he was hopelessly lost deep within the forest and it was steadily getting darker. "Dammit, why did I think this was I smart idea?" Selk...
Daily Mischief - A snack for two
Daily Mischief By Jack the wolverine A snack for two It was late at night and all the lights were off in the living room of an old run down apartment. Samuel was on the couch with his legs spread, fly open and shirtless gut hanging out. The redwood...
Gotta Catch 'Em All...? (Vore)
Goodra stood above you, licking at your dry flesh, dampening you with her own slippery pink flesh, she hugged your head, pressing you into her soft chest, covering you in slimy goop. you felt caressed...
Difference
._ _my touch as soft as air._ _my stare as calming as the sound of rushing water._ _poem: difference_ _from: heart of pure light and darkness_ _made by: rogue wolf_
On the Grape-Vine
The ground was roiling, writhing.. and those vines were lifting from the soft earth, centered around the bizzare 'stump' he had sat on.