Incubus
We were going to practice several hymns." heinrick rubbed his temples as he sat down on his bed. he laid back on the mattress. "is there something wrong brother heinrick?"
A Peter Gray and Simon King Christmas (story gift)
They enjoyed the schnitzel, as well as what the small street's christmas festival offered, from a pair of familiar humans singing festive hymns to a snowball fight between cubs. yet they weren't finished.
The Gray Ranger: Unforgiven, Chapter Forty
_ even as she stood there in the doorway, stunned, the hymn they were singing ended, and father rychar himself stepped up onto the stage. "my children," he said with upraised arms, "you may be seated." "miss, would you like to come in?"
The Yoshi Berry Breeze
Happily, the ruby colored dinosaur padded into his hut, carrying a large bowl of supplies for his cake; swaying his hips and tail behind him as he hummed a yoshi hymn to himself.
Scarecrow 1: Swing Low, Chapter 2
He paused for a drink, taking up his hymnal as the organ began to play again, and the congregation began the second hymn. \_beautiful savior, king of creation, son of god and son of man!
Virginia
The babe, the son of mary..._ it was a vastly different song than the traditional hymns, but it sounded so good and right to her ears.
The Furry Dead Chapter VIII - Pride
The strange choir song seemed to follow him even there, a sing-song melody that seemed somehow sickened, and he made mental note to ask the monks when their new song would be put aside for the older hymns he was used to.
Another day another dime
Both grunted, moaned, and growled a hymn of lust in key only to each other as terry turned his head and forced his tongue into the mouth of the male violating him. vance murred in pleasure at this foreign kiss, finding it quite hot.
Howard's Way (2)
"glad to see that we are both singing from the same hymn sheet" with that said mason joins me outside at my car. "you know hon, for an old fox he still has a lot of bite" i raise my eyes to the sky.
A Muse Released
She was soon under the hot, warm torrent, in suds up to her elbows, humming an old temple hymn as she cleaned up. steam rose and curled, writhing and rising to condense against the cold tiles. the sight of the mist gave her an idea.
[SFW] Squirrelly Days #024 - Chyla
Chyla: \*pained groan\* i never gave valtala much thought in life before becoming a rammu, or maybe it would be more accurate to say i tried to avoid noticing it, but now it seems like valtala's hymn is an inescapable melody that follows me everywhere
Between Friends
Each word melodic and fluent with some undefined hymn that only she knew at heart, the effect was immediate.