Shifting Consequences--Chapter 12: Wet Gratification
Her tail thrashes and she cries out. she cen feel every little unique bump and ridge on her shaft. and at the same time, she can feel every muscle in her wet passage. the pleasure is unique and powerful.
Touched by Starlight
He thrashed and fought with all his almighty strength, tilting his head back before flinging it forward and ejecting a gout of volatile acid down at the seemingly living liquid's surface.
bound birth
I screamed and thrashed against my bonds. the spider scuttled up to the ceiling, where it stayed for a few second, weaving something while i continued to scream.
Elsewhere, Chapter 7: A Familiar Face
Asuka looked around slowly as her boots touched the hangar deck. The bay was big enough to hold all the shuttles and fighters they'd taken from the _Challenger_. The other ships' doors had opened and the passengers were filing out onto the floor,...
Fates of the Unicorns 82 - Bloom
First only able to paw at it, but soon growing more confident and secure as he grabbed at the shell and started to claw at the edged, pulling bits of it away, his body thrashing harder.
It's Good to be Bad
With a large and toothy grin he negotiated the thrashing and screaming leopard toward a recently-formed boulder, still warm from its volcanic birth but not dangerously so.
The Torment of Kindness - Kinktober 2021, Day 12
His thrashing body arched its back and grew rigid, perfectly still aside from a violent, almost seizing shudder that ran up his spine.
Naberus (fanfic)
I thrashed and thrashed, but nothing changed. the door closed.
Playful Fiction: Cravings
Her friend instinctively began to struggle, the larger and stronger tigress grabbing her wrists as she tried to push back on her hips, the slick tub walls preventing herself from resisting as her thrashing body is slowly drawn into the hungry womb.
Changing Custom (part 2)
He squalled, thrashing back and forth but unable to push her off while bound tight, the ache in his loins from the recent denial just making him howl again in frustration.
Alien wolftation
Each thrash of his body only agitated the pain of the fluid's pressure as well, compounding his troubles the longer all this went on and on.
Priority: Quarantine
Vask calmed down slightly at archer’s words but still thrashed. archer rubbed the sleep from his baggy eyes, and dunked the tea towel into the bowl of cold water and wrung it out as vask’s thrashing and slurring got worse. “it burns. kl-klixen!”