Hungry Kitty

The horse's nuts were getting softer and softer as i drained them. the flow was slowing and i knew he was almost empty. i gave one more hard suck on the softening cock and pulled the last bit of sticky cum from my prey.

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A Nightmare Cum True (Deathwing x Ysera)

**the satyr serves powers which are not us,** the softer voice added. "yes, i know!" growled deathwing. "stop interrupting my game! how am i supposed to breed any ladies if you won't stop bloody **talking** all the time!"

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The Three Cubs - Part II

The cub's brown paw seemed really soft, and had a lighter-brown sole that seemed even softer. he couldn't help but noticing and thinking how cute that little coyote's footpaw was.

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To capture a new pet

It was softer, almost sweeter to the taste; he wondered if it was because he was kissing him for the first time, or it would be the same taste always.

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Abduction

Her arms slipped back down to his legs, kneading and shaping them to be softer, more elegant and more curvy as a weak mewl was rahka's only response.

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Unshackled Shadows

Even his voice had been softer. and his fur? it was softer than silk, eliciting the desire to rub one’s face against it. the same fur that was pressed against blaidd’s cheekbones in delicate strokes while he continued the careful inspection.

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Sleepwalking

Only the slightest tuft of a prepubescent mane sat atop his head and his face now had the softer lines of a young cub. he had lost his musculature in favor of a slight bit of cub pudge with no signs of even the slightest bits of pubic fur.

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A King's Legacy Ch.26

He whispered to the feline in an enamored tone, placing soft kisses on the even softer fur as he spoke. “you have a good scent… i liked it before, but it's way more stout here… it's a commanding scent, oust."

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Ch. 19

Somewhere softer.” she said, wincing as she lay in the dirt. “somewhere much softer.” she said with another laugh as she pushed herself upright. “what the hell are you made of?” she asked me, dusting herself off.

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Winter Romance

Flint's paws slid down his front, feeling the strong muscles in his chest and sliding across the softer gut, though there was powerful muscle behind that outward layer of comfortable fat.

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