Wolfnapped
Instead there was the crude animal instincts he had shown before while hammering the wolf into a hands free delight he had only felt very occasionally before.
The Beginning
The smell of hir fear, sweat and sex tickled the back of his brain, slowly overpowering the scent of crude oil on his work clothes lying nearby in the truck's bed.
Taking Him
The stallion’s bay coat gleamed, though dark patches of sweat soaked through as she fucked him crudely, the equine’s tail lifting and flagging as she ground lustfully into him.
Chapter 9: Gang Banged Blind
He would die before he was forced to feel this pleasure, to spill his seed for this crude, ugly wolf! he would die!
Halo: FUBAR Chapter 07 - Objects in mirror
_ i couldn't help smile, flipping by dmr over, holding it by the barrel and swinging it around like a crude baseball bat. carried with the momentum of our moving 'hog, the butt of my rifle slammed into an elite's face.
Hunter Hunted Chapter 1
Breaking her stride slightly to leap into the air she effortlessly cleared yet another of her carefully prepared traps, the spike pit was crude but effective if it went unnoticed, which given her pursuers was a rather large if.
Greenskins: A Piggy is Born
Their songs were crude but had form and melody rivalling that of any great human composer. why should i shrivel from them? one was focused upon me. he seemed to rise above the dozen or so others about him.
The Lycanthrope Tails. Chapter Seven.
It was a large, crude, run down building this steel mill. it had a central warehouse next to the factory itself. chimney pipes stuck up along the factory, next to the foundry.
Wolf River - Chapter 4
Firewood must be gathered, and he had only just begun work on a crude lean-to next to a large boulder. he had to at least finish some sort of shelter before night came, even if that meant setting up the tent again.
Another Pause (story).
We sat down and started eating it crude. hey, slow down - he advised, with his muzzle full of meat. gee, you too - i answered. it was afternoon.
The Beauty of Love, Year One
They spent the next few hours talking and building small, crude castles and huts from sticks, leaves, and other materials easily available in their woodland home.
The Simple Things. Chapter Twenty-One.
He turned his head to look at the tv, scratching inside his boxers crudely. "i used to pick on him, you know." max said not even asking as he began. "i lot." he stared off a bit, just facing the screen. "a lot..."