Stuck in a Rut
He moved both hands to the tines of his antlers and brushed along them slowly and sensuously.
Nice Rack
Two tines remained pointing forward but the rest bulked and continued to grow out into larger tines. like a fingerprint- no two sets of antler are ever exactly the same.
21st And Last Birthday
Masa said with a broad smile as he licked his lips, taking up knife and fork to prod at the meat upon his plate, before selecting to pierce the tines into his lover's cock just below the glistening, browned glans.
Ritual Split
He saw the two tines of snake's dark tongue flick and tickle the wrinkled skin there. this time the tongue lingered for two, three seconds, slathering miniscule trails of saliva. horse couldn't help but whicker.
Dragon in Heat (Ch. 1)
He went in so far that the tines of his forked tongue were tickling the cervix. he squirmed his tongue around up in the pussy, enjoying the flavor of arousal and the way rickter's twitching cock was spurting jets of pre clear up to his neck.
Wolf Hunt
Gnawing at his prize, the wolf prided himself for getting such a huge male...it had had 12 tines on each antler, and was around 8 feet high at the hump. his pack would surely be satisfied for a few days, at least.
Happy Easter!
He felt something prod him in the small of his back, jumping up and reaching back to feel a tine hanging from the tree above him, apparently fallen from above.
[The Last Commissions] A Breakfast Story
He shook his head at the folly of mortals, as the fork appeared above him, the tines wicked sharp in the sky, before the fell, and pierced the ground like the trident of an angry god.
Love Without Boundaries - Chapter Five -
From his eight tined antlers, crystals sparkled and shimmered. daniel's mouth fell open taking in the stag who marched down the stairs, then before daniel could react, hugged him tight. “_dad_...”
Winter Help - Chapter Three
He held his fork in his fist with the tines pointed down, and stabbed at his food without consideration or delicacy. he chewed big bites and didn't bother using his knife for anything but spreading butter.
Secret's We Withhold - WRITING GROUP CHALLENGE -
The rest of him, was a darker, more charcoal grey – nine rounded antler tines adorned each antler that sprouted from his head and he stepped closer – coming into the light of the candles.
Public Training Program
The buck's antlers were tall and proud against the misty night, each tine and branch carefully polished and tended to. his rust colored coat gleamed in the soft light, the only splotch of bright color in a monochrome and confusing scene.