What Was Broken [4]
"what others, though? what mineshaft?" "ahh, you haven't been following the news! shit, man, you have _no_ idea what you unleashed around here!" anthony tilted his head curiously, leaning forward to look at sean more directly.
What the Prince Wants
Tight, warm, musky, and comforting, the nature of that embrace surpassed even what the prince's lewd mind conjured. "what are you doing!" said the flustered lion while struggling to free himself. "shh," the hyena shot back, "quiet." "what!
What Had To Be Done
He didn't exactly know what to do with steele when he found him, maybe a fight? as he walked out towards the woods, he thought about turning back. as he stopped to turn he heard an all too familiar voice "well, well, well, what do we have here boys?"
What The Cat Dragged In
That was what mahiri wanted him to do, right?
Interwoven Souls - Chapter 7: The Owl's Hollow
what makes the tamed lands so much worse?" "it's not... agh... listen, i grew up in a tribe where all you could ever be was what you were designated with at birth.
What Friends Are For
"is that what you call fireflies?" "hey, clam it. i'm from staten island, it's what we call them there." iris, half-oblivious to the conversation, bit her lip and breathed in through her teeth. "tiebreaker time!"
What Was Broken [12]
"what, do you actually fucking mean that?" she spat an angry bark and grabbed the envelope, only to slam it violently against the desk once more. "love, what a crock of shit." "love, taws, what has -" "what the fuck is this, sean?! what.
That's What You Get!
" " what?! "
What's Not Said
"what about-" she tried to raise the question, wonder allowed what happened if they happened to want to say hello to the pair in their bedroom, but she couldn't get the words off before he cut her off, once more with his mouth full- this time with
What He Wants
what a day yesterday had been, what a day it would be when she got him back for it... the dragon dozed off, purring to himself as he thought of warm maws and needy moans and tight restraints.
what a storm blew in
_oh god.... what's this... where am i...wait a minute._ slowly remembering the events of the night before she groaned and put her head in her hands.
What You Desire
A blur of red scales comes crashing into you repeatedly, each slap echoes to your ears, but the sound isn't what your mind is focused on.