A Safe Hunt
Everyone's hearing about her kink for getting hunted and chased. even the friends she never thought would be into it! features: playful pre-arranged hunting, chasing, and noncon including heat and breeding. worship, foot play, and then vore.
Hunting Brothers
._ they quickly settled back into the rhythmic pace of the hunt, trudging as silently as they could across the leaf-strewn expanse, both being careful to avoid the larger clumps of naturally piled leaves and stick to the outskirts of the main path.
Foxyote Hunting
I'm trying to hunt a foxyote. reminder! my once per year thirteen tales halloween commissions are open!
Thrill of the Hunt
June leaned against the back of the booth, closed her eyes and sighed, "nothing beats the thrill of the hunt." kora locked eyes with giselle and gave a resigned shake of her head.
Learn to Hunt
'hunt', etis has said. hunting was an integral part of vell's development and understanding who he was, or is. vell didn't understand but, but realised the logical connotations of moving on from etis to other 'prey'.
Urban Hunt
A very old story for krechevskoy urban hunt krechevskoy smiled to himself as he watched his latest prey stumble out of the dirty midtown bar. the hunter had been stalking this particular location for almost a week now.
The Great Hunt
It had been a glorious hunt - they had harassed, chased and finally corned it after first scenting him in the twilight of evening - now - the hunt was drawing to a close and they'd successfully run their quarry to the end of it...now...they would play out
The Hunter and the Hunted
Though he'd been trained for the hunt, being this close to something so imposing, even if it didn't look that way at the moment, put him in his place.
Rabbit Hunt
Just a little pred-prey game they like to play in their apartment, called a "rabbit hunt". so....... be vewy vewy quiet. we are hunting a wascly wabbit!
Flora: The Hunt
Lily peeked through corners and hallways with a chesire grin, her eyes narrowed as she hunted down her precious lover. she poked her head in various places looking for wherever the stripe goat could be.
Good Hunting
Frankie leaned forward, spreading his webbed fingers across the massive white-furred nuts beneath his palms, groaning as he felt his paws sink into the soft, smooth white fur coating each huge orb. They were easily as big as bowling balls, though so...
Hunting for Worms
Absolutely worth it in the end though, as i was flying away from this one with a much fuller stomach than my previous hunts. hopefully i'd get this lucky again someday.