Ashen Echoes

Their souls in death's arms, their bodies laid on ashen soil.

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Ashen Fingers

Tom leaned his head against the shower wall, feeling the cold metal against his forehead. This place was getting to him. Six months ago he should have been rotated off this shift, this backwater deep space monitoring station. After the first three...

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A Tale of Ashen Wings - Chapter 1: Upon Ashen Skies

The skies were overcast and heavy over Blackhold that morning, as though the gods wished to make the world their stage and the execution their play. But as Akalgan saw it, there was no way drama or emotional connection that Imperial playwrights often...

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Exchange Between Demons

Then that gray muzzle parts and sucks him in, deeper and deeper until arma had taken him halfway before the ashen demon sucked his way back up and went right back down. the red demon gasped, moaning lowly with every bob that the ashen gargoyle did.

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Reaching For A Star

Bruno agreed to ashen's suggestion and soon felt ashen's hand leave his throbbing length.

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Pleased Possession

He looked over his shoulder and whimpered when he saw its grey hue begin to fade in favor of the ashen scales below.

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A Tale of Ashen Wings - Prologue

The Year is 417 of the 3rd Era. Tensions are mounting between the Redcloak Clan of Skrijaheim and House Sendalas of Herefell that threaten to boil over into a cross-border war between Kingdom and Principality. Sven Redcloak the Godhammer is on the...

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Ashen.

. ^^ it would take either a brilliant artist, or a deranged fool to find any sort of value or beauty in the ashen landscape, yet, he found a certain sense of tranquility in it.

The Royal Holy Army Vs The demon mage king

The grand templar said as he charged into battle a few archers in the back lead by ashen. ashen was on point with his first few shots they were fast and his next set managed to hit the gems on their capes.

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A Special Friday

Closing his eyes to picture that ashen fur again. the feeling of his throat milking his cock and that was all it took. his cock shoots ropes and ropes of thick ashen colored cum into the toilet.

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Playing with Fire

But the experience that greeted him when he slipped past the ashen barriers of her body, and into her core, was astounding.

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