Chapter 26
She lay on her back, her small face wreathed in short curls. and she was beautiful. she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. that he and zalia had created her still . . . _amazed_ him. "keeno," zalia yawned, "come to bed."
Cassandra II
Unless you want to be assigned to serve wreath? i hear he enjoyed his first taste of you..." he mumbled playfully as her grip tightened, fingers brushing his sack as cassandra began rubbing him faster, determined not to return to the tattooist.
My life with Blaziken chapter 24
The entire yard was surrounded by white pillars, wreathed in beautiful flowers, giving the entire area a civilized feel.
The "Shellish" Encounter! A Chespin's First Time!
She screamed, wreathing through the vines. "baby, calm down, we are about to get there." oshawott replied. he turned around for chespin to see a oshawott with a penis, ready to pleasure a pokemon, that being chespin.
Timothy and Ginger, Ch. 2: Six and a Half
wreathed in smiles, ginger accompanied me as we fled into the woods for some fresh playtime.
A Harem of Breeders - Chapter 2 Prologue Flashback
She moved with an easy grace, her long silver hair, crowned by a wreath of flowers, flowing around her back. her silver eyes reflected the dim sunlight and seemed to have a slight golden glow to them.
Chapter 8 To Whom Her Heart Belongs
It was here that foxes gathered to dance in the moonlight with flower wreaths on their ankles. the dance was meant to honor the lives of those who had recently died.
Chapter 10: More Than He Deserved
So keeno did the routine: he wrapped his arms around zalia as she was wreathing and growling, and he pinned her to the sitting furs, where she wriggled under him until she was too breathless and tired to continue her attack.
"Solving" - Thursday Prompt 20/04/23
Then go make a stupid heather wreath or horsehair bracelet. again. "little bud!" called a familiar voice, warm and inviting, followed by the patter of pawpads over the grass and bare rocks.
Relief
Fevered fantasies of wobbling cheeks wreathing his cock danced through his head, transporting him from his slow, sloppy glide.
The Summoner - Chapter 2
The spirit and its kin had responded, and i recognized its wreath -it was the same that i had once confronted. would it be enough? and even if it was, would i survive it?
Lion King III: The Pridelands Reborn: Chapter VII
I gaze at a circle of black stone, wreathed in flame, set against the crimson sky. i run towards the gleaming red portal, into a room lit by an even bigger gate, a gargantuan copy of the once i had passed through.