A Trek Through the Nightwood ch3
Warm shudders rushed through rynthara at the sound of his pent-up growl, at the soft whimpers laden with longing and loneliness alike, her grand moment of revelation quickly swept aside by the throbs pulsing through her underbelly muscles.
A Trek Through the Nightwood ch2
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A Trek Through the Nightwood ch1
His claw hooked a soft knot, cutting through it as if through cheese, the core of this piece of wood rotten, turned to dust, lifeless.
Shortcut Through Orcish Territory
The effects of the spores were spreading through the woman's body. the muscles in her pelvis relaxed, allowing her to ease down the orc, just above his widest limit.
Under the Overpass and Through the Alleyways
The feline customer burst through the door and went straight for the counter, warily looking over his shoulder until pausing at my direction. my tail and ears twitched in alert confusion.
Through A Glass Darkly - 6
In her first moments of ascension, all Luna knew was blood. The sight, staining the altar and Whiffletree's gray coat. The scent, thick in the air. The taste, heady on her tongue. Blood was her world as the moon rose triumphant at her back. She rose...
Through A Glass Darkly - 5
through that dark haze she saw luna as she had seen her in remembered vision, tall and stately, wings unfurling from her sides, mane and tail carrying the night sky within, and knew that the goddess was arising.
Through A Glass Darkly - 4
They ran on, blundering through blob after blob, until they were continuously forging through an ocean of appalling quasi-liquid.
Through A Glass Darkly - 3
Luna broke into a trot, and the two moved swiftly down the road, the distant sound of baying hounds echoing through the wood.
Through A Glass Darkly - 2
"i might have some," said whiffletree, twisting to nose through her saddlebags. "yes! here."
Through A Glass Darkly - 1
On others they were not, and sometimes, when they were a little lower, the mare could see the countryside through which she traveled.
Through the Generations: Sophomore Year
Though richard sleepwalked through most of the second semester after what happened between him and his son during winter break.