Jem's Bad Week (Part 10)
Jem's muzzle opened wider and wider, her face etched with untellable hurt, but her screams devolved into wrecked whines â€" such cries of suffering so purely female, perfectly sexual and vastly overwhelming that surely in hell itself, sadistic female
Anatomical Anachronisms: Prologue: Firewood Carving
His mouth had both lion canines, humanoid front teeth, and grinding molars at the back, but no laugh lines would ever be etched.
Murinae After Midnight 03
A seemingly wicked smile etched across his face. pulling his tail from ama's grasp, jorn turned to the largest of the trash bags and whistled. over the course of several minutes, dozens of holes opened up as other rates tore through the plastic.
Horns & Halos CH4
Nisha took the weighted rod, looking down at the arcane symbols etched into the leather, surmising the weapon was probably magic. _sorry sister, _she apologized as rose the crop over her head and brought it down, hard.
Lucas
I lay on my back, staring at the etched ceiling. then i remembered the assignment. i went over to my desk, got a pencil and notepad, and then thought: "what the hell am i going to write about?"
The unsung hero pt. 2
I saw the paws of my twins, the half-decomposed, twisted carcasses, tails ripped off, limbs bent in seven directions at once, eyeless sockets with an eternal scream etched onto their faces.
Zero, INTRO
What i saw made me close my eyes to it: a surreal landscape that was now etched within me. slowly i let my eyelids open, finding them adjusted to the light coming from a pale and even white sky.
Jem's Bad Week (Part 12)
A gloved finger traced "you missed one" across her boobs, the mere touch etching the words in hellish napalm. then the hands let go, and her body pitched forward, her tormented breasts coming down on a metal box covered in rough knobs.
LoS Into The Shadows Ch6
Crimson slowly moved into the passageway where the fighting was heard and saw a mutilated munant pinned to the wall by a rusted old damaged blade, its clear blood etching into the stone of the wall and floor.
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
If i traced with disbelieving fingers all the scars that cruelty and caution long since etched across your nerves, would i find them a match for those that throb upon my hands and side?
Sisyphean Hope: Chapter 1 (Commission)
Clear as crystal, with floral patterns etched onto it. he shut the egg, then opened it back up to confirm his reality. there was no way. when was the last time he'd been this lucky?
The move
The warm water felt nice against her chilled skin, flowing through her fur, etching little streams on her body as the gravity of her planet pulled it down to the drain.