Grounded: ch. 2
The faintest of smiles touched holly's face, at this futile _human_ method of comfort. she wondered why they gave massages to each other. it didn't heal anything. and yet... somehow, varr's gentle touch helped.
A day in prison
It was futile to fight against him, and my instinct, a fire that burned with such strength, it would make the simple men insane if such fire was ignored, my heat.
006 - The World pt.05
But butters realised it was futile, they gave up trying to get chloe out and just petted her head and pull up the covers on her bed. -don't forget your soup, i put it on the bedside. chloe shuffles around so the bowl is barely in her eye line.
Hidden Passenger Pt 1
But unbeknownst to her, in the lower one, a full and satisfied otter rested, enjoying the swinging movement as the stomach futilely attempted to break down it's new arrival, as it had since he arrived.
The Witch's Revenge 2/2
After a few minutes of being spit roasted jackie started to get very close to the edge of orgasm, trying to stop herself from cumming was futile as her mind and body where full of cock and nothing else.
Never Walk Alone at Night
The cheetah cried for help, loud and futile, into the night air from the tree.
One last chance
I'll do what i can but i knew the effort was futile. days before this whole thing began i bred with a young white scaled female who just went threw her forth shedding. when our gender are revealed to us. she was easily wooed and we had much fun together.
Rise Of Relix's Third Kingdom
Her tail hanging out lashing in futility against his beak as he savored the struggles of the feline. his hybrid body allowed him to keep the cat halfway down this gullet far longer than an animal could have.
Rose- The Draft
Your hands are clenched so tightly, still futilely trying to hold back the tide of changes, that in some the nails have pierced through flesh, drawing blood.
Fatherhood, Interrupted
But his efforts were futile. olivia was crying, incoherent, inconsolable, her wails filling the silence of the restaurant.
Fatherhood, Interrupted
But his efforts were futile. olivia was crying, incoherent, inconsolable, her wails filling the silence of the restaurant.
Taking from Gnarl
Instead, all he could do is try to dig his knees, toes and hands into the mass of heated, throbbing flesh beneath him in some futile attempt to force the palm behind him away and free himself.