The Human Species Ch. 41 - Loyal Vigilante Entei
Astrid stuttered triumphantly as the smoldering ashes of what had once been his tunic dissipated into a slight breeze, coming from one of the windows.
Rebuilding Faith
smolder passed the time by reading the comic books we had stashed away.
All Hers
Salya's smoldering hum of disappointment quickly turned into an excited purr. dragons with soft feet were just as rare! even more so!
A warm invitation
The edges of verenar's crest frills smoldered with deep, lust-filled panic.
A Different Type of Ambush(Illustrated)
The spark of defiance smoldering within his eyes, as well as his sly expression, hinted at something deeper.
Summer Interest - Ch 1
She stood, but her predatory eyes lingered on alex long enough for him to note the gently smoldering hunger within. her hips swayed a hypnotic gray he couldn't look away from as she walked away. she stopped, one hand on the door-frame, claws splayed.
Return Of The Guardian CH 10
“thorn, do you take smolder, as your husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, from now until the end of time." “yes." smolder replied.
Meet Me at My House
She stared at her friend with a smoldering emerald gaze and a devious smile drew over her lips. when the labrador turned back he immediately realized her state of dress and a bright blush formed across his cheeks. she seemed to not care for modesty.
Meet Me at the Dog Park (Patreon Extreme)
She took a quick hit from a cigarette that smoldered between her fingers, the desires of her young self replaying in her mind. ever since she was able to masturbate she had always fantasized about being mounted and bred like a feral dog's slut.
Meet Me in My Basement (Patreon Extreme)
From the man's fingers a lit cigar had been smoldering. he now brought it to his lips a took a brief puff before letting the smoke roll from his maw. "i'm glad to see you made it."
Meet Me in Deep Space (Patreon)
His fur was clean and well taken care of, his eyes a smoldering, dark blue. he wore a simple green vest over a white t-shirt, a pair of cargo pants firmly holding to his legs.
Waiting for Boredom
Its head came up, displacing burning bits and smoldering leaves. "oh ho! i did smell another of my kind, born on the winds that cross the sea. strange tho. i thought most of dragon kind be dead or worse.