Splintered Nights Part 1
Penner laughed as he got up, heading out the door with swaying hips and folded wings. he could hear ertru humming but refused to comment on that and refused to think about the fluster in his cheeks.
A debt, and a debt repaid
Grycan purrs to the slave, one hand across folded wings and one brightcloud's rear. he hadn't pulled out yet, and neither of them seemed to be in any great rush for him to do so. brightcloud smiles, letting himself melt against his lover's chest.
Worth the Trouble
Next came a long chain, which she wrapped tightly around his folded wings, then she helped him onto his back before adding two shackles on either end of a long, thick metal bar to hold his hind legs spread wide apart.
Getting Closer
Red feathers flared atop his head between twisting horns, and spread out along his back as folded wings that hung like a cloak. large, saurian paws thudded on the ground as the seven foot tall creature regarded his captive in amusement.
A Warm Touch
I laughed and pushed my way past him, rubbing my folded wings against his. "enough cleaning. i promise not to trod upon your belongings. if you ask nicely, i'll even help you tidy the place tomorrow. but for now, all i want is to flop somewhere warm."
Climbing Corporate Pt. 4
White, folded wings straddled a large, luxurious leather chair, framing the form of a sharp-eyed dragon in pure white scales and an exquisite black suit.
The Inflatable Dragoness
He put more soap on his hands, and reached up over her folded wings to stroke her shoulders.
Scarred Angels
And there before him as he opens, illuminated by the white of a full and proud moon, with tall ridiculous ears and folded wings, stands a short brown and white furred bat.
Birdsong
A reassuring hand touched his right shoulder, just above the folded wings. "where.. am i?" the spirit sat down behind him, making him lean backwards into his lap. "you are in my personal little garden, my sweet bird."
Late-Night Calls
And she ran her paw up and down his side, touching his folded wing ... between his arm and side. before slipping her paw into hers, facing him, belly-to-belly, and his nose moving to her neck. "you tired?" barrow asked.
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 14: The Relos
They spread along his folded wings like lightning. the coloring faded to a dark black along his snout, giving the impression that somebody had thrown powdered charcoal onto his face, which contrasted with his orange eyes.
Book 1: The Blacksmith’s Ember
The tiny, nub of a horn and the translucent, folded wings appeared briefly before vanishing back into her chestnut-colored illusion.