Heaven's Tower
Suddenly her steps were joined by louder ones, and her head turned sharply enough to crick her neck, only to see that he had finally caught up with her. "that ramp was not made for dragons like me..."
The Book of Warlock 24. Until we meet again.
The dragon stood himself upright, cricked his neck, cracked his knuckles and shivered his wings. he put his sunglasses back on, after wiping grit from them where they'd been laid upon the gravel drive. he dusted down his jacket, too.
The Dragon's Unveiled Desires 2
His beak finally crick-cracked into place, growing to full size as something else landed right in front of him. “hmm…not a true gryphon…and not one that knows himself. who are you, to stand in the village of ikatika?”
The Pendant-Ch.3-Something Different
His hand cricked and trembled, the bones inside softening and becoming less responsive. he felt a similar sensation in his other hand and he brought them to his face.
I'm going to...
crick! "uuunnngh!" the back of the bear's claws smacked against the tender balls causing tears to roll down the cub's face. daddy sighed and grabbed another piece of rope, this time encircling the cub's penis and balls as tightly as he could.
Marcus Lane - Chapter Twenty Three
He had woken up with the morning sun on his face, tangled in the sleeping bag and with a crick in his neck as he heard the sound of an engine approaching. _ralph!
Chapter 39: Despair.
The gym leader brought up his face with a wry grin cricking his mouth. it wasn't returned by chris, who had enough trouble restraining himself from punching the smirk from the traitor's face.
Can't All Be Winners
"gods, samhuinn, i have a crick in my back like you wouldn't believe," the older bull muttered, tossing a small pack of tomes and supplies into the corner. he brought his palms up to cover his face, rubbing his hands along his weary eyes.
Infiltrating the Harem
Her leathery wings stretched out as she cricked her long thick neck while her lizard-like tail twitched around behind her against the stone floor.
Fluffy Friends in High Places
To feel her horns being tugged back, forcing her skull to crick toward the end of the bed...to feel thick, powerful digits, coated in fluff and felt prying her maw open and forcing her to take the tip of a full, warm cock...she'd be left guessing if it was
Lonely Oak Chapter 37
Her hand rested where her head had lain, a soft pillow was there and it probably saved her from an angry crick in her neck.
Unemployed, Ch. 8: There's Some Hype
For the first time, there was a crick in his snout implying he'd done something wrong. "sorry," he said. "i'll get pizza."