Gryphon Feathers - Ch2.
She gave me a long look, then curled closer, her voice softer now. “you’re going to make a fine pet,” she said fondly, only a hint of teasing in her voice. her voice still rasped from exertion, but it wasn’t sharp now. just low. tired.
Scales & Tails
Came a voice from within. "madam, i have brought the two men you wished to see." "oh thank you. please, let them in." the first voice that could have only belonged to novalyn said.
Welcome to The Pack
This voice sounded amused, and shortly after another weaker voice spoke up. “is this some kind of prank...? please, god, let this be a prank."
Compatibility
"explanation: stimulation of internal pleasure centers commencing," replied the voice, answering the vulpine's unspoken question.
Electric Feel
She asked, voice wavering with that unspoken hope he sensed she was terrified to voice. eli's heart thudded so hard, he was sure she could feel it through his chest. “i do. and… i love you."
Noxious Beast
Stated the voice, calm. but the speed and the choice of voice suppurated such a disdain, a hatred.
A New Fursuit
He heard his muffled voice. he didn't just buy a fursuit, but he was wearing it too. it felt so wrong, yet also so right. 'you should zip it up and check yourself out in a mirror.' a voice said to dan. dan heard that voice.
Button Mashers
"you don't have to say anything, tai," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "show me."
The Game
The voice went silent and the young men continued to sit in the steel chairs as they considered the words. then it was the bull who stood up first. carefully scanning the room for the owner of the voice, he came up empty handed.
The Paladin
Graham closed his eyes and started uttering his usual prayers in a low voice. "danger surrounds you." graham's eyes snapped open when he heard the voice. it was more of a whisper really, but the wolf's ears shot up.
Swayed by the Sizwe
The voice chuckled softly, and the pendant slowed in front of his eyes. "yes...you want to obey...obeying makes you comfortable...makes you warm...makes you relaxed...you want to obey...obey my voice. say it." "obey...want...obey...your voice...."
Get Bit: Make Lycanthropy Work for You!
That same seductively rich voice enquires. the jogger looks startled, suddenly finding himself on a treadmill going slightly too fast.