A Peacock's Blossom
The peacock's nares flared as she took in another breath. the scent was coming to her left, away from the trail. she decided whatever flower this was, she would pick it so she might carry it with her on her walk.
Ch11. Lesson Five. Defining the Roles.
I scratched under the areas where it rubbed on my nares. i heard dex's soft human foot falls as he took his place in his shower. i'd sent him a text before i'd gotten in here. "talk...spot?" i watched the smaller human lather himself up.
The All Or Nothing Gameshow Chapter 2
Floating in the water the phoenix begins to panic slightly as he tries to find any air in there, he gets one last tiny breath as his nares press against the glass, but it's quickly gone within seconds as he nearly chokes on the water that covers even that
Dragon Cream Filled Gryphon
I took in a deep inhalation, and no scent tickled my nares.
Six Studs and a Slutty Dragoness: Kinky Group Pleasure for All (erotic eBook teaser)
And he had that in him as he thrust and panted, his little tongue fluttering within his beak, though she knew that all avians like him breathed through their nares.
The Wild River - Relief
They folded back, and his nares flushed in embarrassment. "oh. no, i can wait. don't worry. i just--i can wait for... i can..."
Her Claim to a Slave
Dimly, his old life and the lure of it pushed at the back of his mind but he could not go there, could not imagine it, the scent of her thick in his nares. there was only one thing that he could do. "mistress..."
Thrill of the Hunt
He managed to contain a laugh at her furious expression, smirking as he leaned in, nares flaring at the heady scent wafting in.
Showdown
He could not win that battle as rigby floated up, using his powers of levitation to ascend regally, and pressed one foot to either side of his beak, covering his nares.
Tension
Ryker tensed and his ears flared to the sniffing of a snout and the stench of one of the drakes poisoned his nares. it was close. very close. could it smell him?
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 4.2 Shrad
"i am not a cu--ghhhlll..." and blood began to pour from the nares of his beak, and draining like tears from his eyes.
Making of a Burd Part 1: Making Burd
The beak was smooth and hot and his nose was gone... replaced by a pair of nares set in a fleshy pillow at the base of his upper beak. he put his fingers in his mouth and found that the beak was sharp on the edges from about halfway out to the tip.