Paid Vacation 2 - Commission for blackmist333
His brain was churning in a cistern of pure joy, unable to right itself. he licked his lips and whimpered. "mmmmm... yes, it was. fuck..." "i thought so." luke patted his gut and gave it a shake. the cum _splooshed_ loudly. "look how big you've gotten.
Rakshasa: Destiny of the Assassin
I bet those 'brave' idiots that decided to fight them are having their corpses looted right now," he snorted dismissively as he waved a hand over the cistern and an image started to take shape.
THE BIRD ALWAYS WINS : Chapters 3 + 4
Vel asked, walking slowly along the metal path over the dark waters of the underground cistern. lux had a hand on his shoulder and was guiding him carefully along. “looks like another t-junction," lux said. “i feel like we're going in circles."
Pie in the Sky
The smell was something awful, like fetid water left to sit in an abandoned cistern. with it was the throat-clinging taste of tobacco, a vice he had been trying and failing to shake.
Hearth Star: Cookout
Still, it was an ingenious little system that was fed by a fertilization system that drew raw material from the station's sewage cisterns, even the kultivars would have been hard pressed to come up with something better given the circumstances.
Sails Pitch
He followed her back to the kitchen where she stole the items from him, and then he was handed a pot and told to fill it with water from the cistern in the back of the boat.
First Impressions Chapter 13
He shook his head and turned, sitting on the seat gingerly, straightening his tail under the cistern so as to leave clear access.
Sunscribe's Pest Pet, Chapter 1: Bug Disposal
A sink, a large bath, and a raised-cistern toilet, with a long chain hanging from the elevated tank. “i hope you don't mind if i take a moment to empty out my bladder.
Udder Insanity - Commission for secret-inflation-account
The great cistern of milk sloshed and churned inside for he and the microphones to hear. secret bit their lip and grunted their delight while the ever-verbose luanne let out some moans that were half genuine, half not.
The Tribe
With silent reverence, the tribe all closed in on the pulpy cistern, the clicking of their hoofed digits audible as they all dipped their hands in the red mess, covering their fingers with the viscous carmine color.
The Blacksmith Prince - Chapter 1 (first draft)
I told the attendants not to dawdle at the cistern. i'll get these to the laundress... or perhaps burned. you won't need these rags while you're commanding."
Dragon Milk Part 1 - Commission for xpsm140
He could feel a molten cistern sloshing inside him, filling that emptiness and dulling the fire at last. he didn't want the sensation to leave him. he wanted morth inside him forever. alas, morth let out a hoot. “my, my… hah! that was incredible.