Queen of the Sex Zombies part 2
Men and women with torn cloths, half naked or even mostly naked, all with the dead white gaze and once more they seemed to ignore her. she was one of them after all. cynthia didn't make the mistake of speaking out loud again in fear of causing confusion.
The Donkey Cabbage
The only signs of their presence were the mess inside and the piles of torn clothing, which indicated that the asses had been in the house at some point. yet, how they had gotten in or why remained a mystery.
Dark Author - Prologue
The purple marker is nothing special just a piece of torn cloth that seems to have part of a symbol on it, but it seems to be silk or some other fine material.
Runaway Experiment Redux - Part 5: Confrontation
The only usual signs were torn clothing and filled-up burrows.
Unearthed Part 4 – The Spectacle
Using his coils, he gathered his torn clothes, trying to disguise himself as a human for long enough to get derrick to enter the carriage unwittingly. arturus looked dishevelled as his hand took up his sword.
Striking out on Your Own
I gingerly stepped over my torn clothes, careful of balancing on my new claws. it felt so weird to walk hunched over, but my new tail helped me to adjust somewhat. it was long, trailing behind me and much more flexible than anything my arms could do.
Is that a Wolf in your Pants or are you Happy to see Me?
\*\*\*\*\*\* sometime later, jeremy came upon the torn clothing in the clearing, still damp and reeking of cum. did these belong to aiden? from what he could tell, it was, in fact, a work uniform from aiden's job.
In The Pits
Robin gazed in amazement and confusion as the bisected fox dissolved into a shadowy mist, leaving behind the torn clothing that ink shed.
Advanced Bulking
After a few moments, he flexed his arms so hard that his sleeves burst open and the shirt snapped off his body; the torn cloth slipped off his fur and fell on the sofa he was sitting on.
A Technicolored Nightmare
They exploded off of his newly clown-suited body in a flurry of torn cloth, leaving him standing between his assailants in a huge, wobbling suit identical to every last one of his tormentor's. and to make matters worse, he hadn't cum.
Fogged Lust
Geralt shook his head, kneeling by one of the piles of torn clothing. a strong smell akin to the one that suffused the area emanated from it. he reached for the pieces of leather, sifting slowly through it and looking for anything that might be useful.
Halo: First Contact, Chapter 8: Training Days, Part Three
Once inside, they were forced to pass the moaning bodies of wounded men, covered in bandages and even torn clothes, all of it stained a bright crimson.