Late Night Visitor
When she saw him stripping out of his pants, claire pranced in place a little, nares flaring as she started to breath heavier. picking up his pants, he draped them over the wall before moving towards the female.
Wolf's Bond: Part 1
Once he squeezed those large paws around his equipment, kvaresh loosened a thin howl along with an equally tender lance of pre-seed taken by the werewolf's flaring nares.
Unprofessional
The sweet scent of heat that filled his nares and made him want to linger over it.
Birds of a feather
His tongue knows just what to do to encourage my orgasm and his all too familiar scent invades my nares until all i can smell is him.
"The Gift", Richard's Chapter 6, Part 3
The gryphon's nares reddened and his ear tufts fell bashfully. "that almost sounds sordid, richard." my smile widened as i leaned forward. "does it?" no answer was forthcoming as i pressed my lips to his beak.
Senior Prank
She looks down at him, watching as his head goes down with those pants, almost seeing those nares flare a bit...sniffing at her scent?
Ripple Brave: Heart of the Mexican
He panted through his nose, nares flaring, his raging heat making the ground below glow red and orange in the false color he saw through the soothing cloud. there was no one that he could see down below, in the desert.
A Hen's First Heat is Hardest
With talons still clutched around her thighs near her rump, storm brought his thumb up to either side of her mound and pinched down, prying her lips apart to open her up, a hot burst of air escaping her folds to coat his nares. delicious.
Coming Out
With a nice, narrow triangular tongue inside, shyly poking at his own as air shuddered in and out of his nares. the more he moved his tongue... the more mitch seemed overwhelmed. gone.
In Service Of...
He was tempted to keep ahold of his anger and frustration, but with the air streaming past his nares, he simply couldn't stay upset. "i hope i'm never too slow, latch."
Gryphon's Home
A bright red flush coloured blaze's nares as he blushed in embarrassment. "i didn't think i was that good," he murmured, lowering his head to glance at the sand beneath him.
The Daily Ritual
Jade's nares smeared against that fleshy, moist hide of his father's crotch and his tongue drew moist lines across the skin-like surface, collecting the musky taste to his mouth and savouring it like a hungry whelp.