The Warehouse's Haunts 4
Lucia felt a slight crick-crack along her neck joints, not quite the popping thing that she had seen amy-mon do to rosalyn, but something like it, something that was a few stages before that danger point.
Spiraling Together
They then laid their breasts flat against nerai's shoulder blades, their maw tucked in the crick of his neck, and let their breath wash over nerai's folded ears.
A Treasure of Time 5
The crick-crack of joints popping and losing tension was a wonderful feeling, and it made it all the better to get up after he was all relaxed.
Howling with the Good Boys
The tail crick won, and she kicked him back. not hard, but enough to make him let go for a moment. "if you're going to do that, do it properly." the werewolves looked at each other, then down at her.
A Lesson in Desecration
The crick-crack that followed was always just a little disconcerting, but it was part of the transformation, and part of her.
Interest for Interest 3
Now, she wasn't quite his height, but she was able to look up at him without cricking her neck, her eyes somewhere near his chin rather than his pecs, and...and she was still rising.
Belong to the Sea
The little cricks and snaps in her head were satisfying, like cracking her neck. she yawned, spreading her sharp, thin teeth wide and stretching her jaw open. her tongue rolled out, curling back on itself.
Unsung Heroes of the Porn Industry: Mistress Matilda
You step into the fierce lights of the studio and crick your neck. you cast a critical eye over the set, a generic dungeons setting.
Chapter 8
She had just laid down on her stomach when a slight crick of bone against stone reminded her of marlow, and she pulled the skull out of her scarf, looking it over to be sure that there wasn't actually any harm done, then set it down beside her.
A Hair of the Dog
The compression of his head seemed to match the growing tidal wave of pleasure, and his skull gave a mighty "crick, crick, crack!" as he came. the release was impossibly long, endless it seemed.
Any Wolf in a Storm
Venti cricked his neck from side to side and shook, new fluffy coat jostling as he stepped from paw to paw, now completely lupine. "you need to be chapter certified to be a werewolf." "b-but what about the full moon?"
Entwin'd
Her knees hurt and her neck ached with a crick. as the twinkling stars left her eyes, she felt the weight of her sister straddling her hips. lauren let out a giggle. "i think i like girl-cum just as much as boy-cum."