Changes - Part 4
Then he looked further down the gorge, and realized why. the land dropped away, and the stream cascaded over a high waterfall and thundered down into a hidden ravine somewhere below.
Secret pleasures, chapter 3
Raldun's slow, rhythmic breathing told verdek that he had fallen asleep, probably from the exaustion of gorging so much combined with the effort of pawing off.
The Dragon And The Steed - Part 1
A large belly hung down from his muscled frame, steadily growing as he happily gorged on any cattle offered to him from the local village of askolov.
04 - The Hive
But when my gorge attempted to rise, i found instead of a runny hot mess, a sluggish, buttery congealed sourness that clung and coated every surface.
Cultists
The tail which stuck out between them flopped lethargically from side to side as its owner gorged himself silly on a feast fit for twenty right in front of him.
Daughter's First Heat Pt3
That's when hir eyes shifted to the other blood-gorged length of dragon meat before hir nose.
Cursing Love
He wasn’t even disgusted, gorging himself on the sweat sticking to them and the sheer aroma that was driving him crazy.
When thieves drop by
Orka cried out, hurrying over to the gorg and scooping it up in his beefy arms. “this gorg is our pet, bitey." he lowered his gaze to the creature. “you're lucky we keep such a close eye on you."
A Story Retold: The Shadowscales
The width of the gorge only stretched for a hundred feet or so before it opened up further down the way. a small river of water followed the gorge, coming from a waterfall north of them.
The Bitch Went Down
There was a bloody haunch of meat, probably goat he deduced from the still attached cloven hoof, and a heavy-set hyena gorging itself on it, occasionally looking back at him as if daring him to take it's prize.
Survivng Solitude Part 4
The way those teeth, stained from previous victims, gorged on his neck. how the blood surged out worse than a popped pimple. the red liquid scouring across the cloth of his blue polo, creating a wet, purple spot.
Fowl
For now though, the avian simply concentrated on gorging to his fat-wrapped heart's content. so what if he spilled bugs between his bulging moobs and onto the sea of rippling folds that had become his chins and neck?