Settling things stallion style [Commission]
Blushing from bucephalus' words, the collie crawled under the great stallion, for a brief moment stopping to stare down the ten-or-so inches of bucephalus' already exposed length. bucephalus heard him swallow.
[Commission] Studplay
Blushing from bucephalus' words, the collie crawled under the great stallion, for a brief moment stopping to stare down the ten-or-so inches of bucephalus' already exposed length. bucephalus heard him swallow.
Spitroasted by Stallions
bucephalus nickered in satisfaction. "get back to work."
Sons and Lovers 2: A Special Education
bucephalus seemed to be a very precise horse. bucephalus showed him around the ground floor -- a kitchen was tucked in at the back -- and then they headed upstairs.
Sons and Lovers 3: Father Knows Best
The pony grinned as they approached and greeted bucephalus with a gruff hug around the midsection; the top of his head barely reached bucephalus' chin. "bucephalus, you old warhorse!" he said, coquettishly. "where have you been?
What's Good for the Goose
He started to twist it, gradually rotating his hand as he stared at bucephalus.
A Visit from Sven
bucephalus replied. perch blushed deeply and skipped closer, planting a kiss on bucephalus' forehead. bucephalus patted him absently on the butt, and pulled his cock away from sven, releasing his grip on the stag's antler.
Stud Neighbour
You love to tease and act the big horse, don't you, bucephalus? well, daddy doesn't tease. i simply am." he kept pulling bucephalus closer until his son's nose just brushed against the soft, smooth skin, and bucephalus let him.
Passage
bucephalus saw himself in marcus' place.
Sons and Lovers 1: Meeting
"my name is bucephalus." perch was a little confused. "not...bucky?" bucephalus' eyes narrowed, very briefly. "that's a nickname some use that i prefer not to hear." "oh, um, sorry."
Sons and Lovers 5: The Afterparty
bucephalus grunted. "alright, son, i won't punish you." perch blinked, thrown off by that, but then bucephalus nodded at the other two guests. "theywill. care to fuck my bratty son, gentlemen?"
Terrors of the Night
Barely had bucephalus had time to accept that change when the others began. the pinpricks migrated, gathering elsewhere on his body: his jaws, his hands, his crotch.