Foxfire
He picked up the glass and drained it in one draught. it was spicy and warm and musky and hit like a bear with a sledgehammer. and the bartender had been right--he didn't feel it burn at all.
Howard's Way (2)
"well tom, don't just stand there, close the door because there is a bit of a draught, and besides, we don't want all the other guests to see two guys getting close, it might just put them off their vacation" i blush profusely again as i slowly close the
The Flames of Fate Chapter 3
He took a long draught of ale from the battered tin mug that the bartender, a portly, bald half-elden, half-human hybrid had given him. he turned his gaze, looking over the other patrons and workers in here with him.
Stabled
She smiled warmly and patted his muzzle, his eyes half-lidded with the much needed orgasmic bliss still rippling through his body like a draught of fine wine after drinking only water for months upon end. "good, pony!"
Shayde's Story Chapter 2
A cold draught wrapped around his wet body, making him shiver slightly. heating obviously wasn't on the list of important things in this inn, he mused. a quick look around the tiny room revealed that there was no towel to be found.
Many Trials of a Centaur - Part 5
After hours being raped by draught horses, the big cat's lesser endowed organ slide easily into her, all the way to the hilt. she could feel his balls planted gently against her underbelly.
Grant's Rampage 1.5
He took long, deep draughts that simply drained the lake within a minute. feeling refreshed and satisfied, grant patted his belly, his hand bouncing against the rock-hard, armour like abdominals.
The amber lion 3 (Feral lion M/human F smut, cock vore)
She had finally figured out how to put fruit back in the cornucopia and after a game of draughts with the lion that she won she sorted through the horn's contents until she had an assortment of large sausages.
The Bound Ones Final Draft: Life After Death
"what, like the draught?" "yee-ah." nace rubbed the back of his neck. there wasn't much way to paint that as a good thing. "usually something else, but . . . but, i mean, no one would expect you to just . . .
What You Mean to Me, Chapter 19
After a few more draughts of his seed were drunk, umbreon finally felt that wonderful, blissful feeling go away. his cock throbbed in his throat, leaking what remained from the orgasm, depositing it into his stomach.
What You Mean to Me, Chapter 19
After a few more draughts of his seed were drunk, umbreon finally felt that wonderful, blissful feeling go away. his cock throbbed in his throat, leaking what remained from the orgasm, depositing it into his stomach.
Beat and Rhythm
Even her scent; he'd lived with it for years but it was different with his nostrils touching the bare skin of her neck, drawing in a slow draught into his lungs and holding it for a moment, letting the perfume of her hide infect his senses.