Loyal Dogs: Chapter 2
His breath reeked of alcohol. "eat the fucking food or i'll shove it down your goddamned throat," the hound said, his threatening growl filling the room. "you don't get to die in this cell.
Bone King: Drunken Shenanigans
The whole base would reek like cheap perfume for weeks. _months_ even. and how the engine's pump would handle the substance was a complete unknown.
The Local Cumdump
It reeked badly. "who put this here? it looks too cute to be part of this place..." of course, archie and archimedes didn't share memories.
A Linoone and a Feraligatr - Part 1
"well, that must be a reek of my previous dump !" as linoone was hoping that he would not vomit here and now, he swore to himself to never more open his mouth as long as he would be under big jaw's nasty rump.
A Gryphon's Meal
There were no teeth, just slick membranous walls and a colossal tongue funnelling into an inky black tube that squelch and erupted burning hot air, reeking of stale breath.
Destiny's Detour
That was the herald of his peak - the reek of the sheer potency he was about to inject _deep_ into the bulky stallion below. he could feel it already - he was about to flare - and he made no effort to put it off.
Dinner at The Shitter
Samuel then continued to release wave after wave of sewer dog-shit reeking gas that only made roger hornier.
Inflated by Filth: Part Two
He would reek of it for days, weeks, months, his body a vessel, as they had said, nuts swelling, churning, bulging disgustingly.
Pantherine Prisoner
Seed that was forced out as the panther gagged flowed back out of his mouth, pouring down his face from his lips, staining the fur alabaster and filling his nostrils with his thick reek.
Fleet Troubles, pt 2 (Otherwise Untitled)
He breathed heavily into his fingers, mildly scorched and reeking of coolant foam. ~ the admiral silently re-examined the rising steam from her coffee. ~ the badger cried.
Dungeon Nights [Short/RP]
The rapist stinks of alcohol, reeks of sweat and musk. he bites down on your shoulder, drawing blood. hips pumping into you, slamming his thighs against your ass. slap. slap. slap. slap. you feel that invading length twitch, balls deep inside you.
Fire Branded Leather: A Drink Order for Molotov
His days are soot stained as he fights to keep the city from burning to the ground and his nights reek of sweat and blood as he learns the ways of a new passion.