Fresh Meat In The Dog Pound
He was too busy drowing in the pleasure of wrapping trix around his cock over and over again, and the tight, inexperienced squeezes of the once-virgin wolf only added to his ecstasy as he watched his mate nearly smother the poor creature.
Goldworm (Kreet 90)
The drow considered themselves superior certainly - and in some ways that superiority was justified. but she'd never felt much more than mild disgust at their condescending attitude towards her kind. but this was something altogether different.
Model Expectations
The badger gently reminded the drow in front of him, watching her turn in the appropriate direction. this was just a small shoot for the models there, some local fashion magazine.
Dark Memoirs (complete)
Considering the drow do not take kindly to other species, and to reach the necropolis i would have to pass through the underdark.
Special Positions, Special Perks 18
The drow groaned, leaning her head over the side of the bed, staring through bleary eyes at the floor. “ugh…” [i]finally.
Guenhwyvar's first mate
I do not own the rights of guenhwyvar, he is a fictional being in the "legacy of the drow" written by r. a. salvatore.
Vantage of Hindsight
While the drow eagerly gulped it down - it was a duty she'd come to enjoy, after all, since it made her feel close to and _needed_by her beloved mistress - anitra continued.
Of Gods and Mortals
Driders were generally identified as having the torso of a drow – or, in more recent parlance, _drukhari_ – attached to the body of a spider in the fashion of a twisted sort of centaur.
Icebound - Chapter 1
Between that, the monsters that came out of the ruins of myth drannor, and the occasional drow raiding party, the dalesfolk knew how to fight. it didn't hurt that it was a retirement community for soldiers and adventurers.
Runaway Experiment Redux - Part 5: Confrontation
The drow said. "already done." the siamese said with a smirk. she picked up her duffle bag and pulled the zipped open. she then pulled out three sets of military fatigues, complete with helmets and boots.
Maid's Play
"no fear..." she says, reaching up and pulling down her hood, the drow-like face leaning in closer to the table, breathing hot air over the maid. "why is that?" "fear...? mistress, you... you gave me purpose as your maid!"
To Hell and Back
Iirima watched, torn between pride and horror as her eldest broke the neck of the half demon/drow offspring.