Premier rituel. Le Rire du démon.
Le magicien rangea son sexe dans son boxer et ferma sa braguette malgré son érection, puis glissa les billets nécessaires dans le poing fermé de l'humain, honteux de s'être fait sodomiser par un anthro, d'autant plus contre de l'argent.
Trust Sates
Plus comforts, such as the argent pipes hidden around a corner past the rooftop to her right. a hot bath would do well aft this night. should what others said of them hold. akin to the kiss of the sun. gryvran's clearly went unused.
On Common Ground
Hands and footpaws alike contact the mossy, tender ground at alternating intervals, propelling his currently lithe body this way and that, to and fro through darkness flooded with argentate light, as if the lack thereof would make a difference to his powerful
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Chapter III
Despite it all, the sudden appearance of sir cel, the recently murdered king caillan's personal champion, was enough to rally the exhausted, striving soldiers, who screamed out cheers of triumph and hope as the argent-armored hero rode through them
The Ascension of the Dragon
The warmth of the house was invaded by the cold night air, the moon appeared just above their heads, but its argent light was eclipsed by the titanic shadow of a monstrous lizard watching them closely.
The Adventures of Shock and Rock III
"he calls himself "ombre de argent", roughly translated, "the silver shadow".
What Was Broken [3]
As he retreated he caught a momentary glisten of a darker hue against the pale fur of the wolf's belly; vibrant pink laid upon a nest of argent white.
Will of the Wisp
Her narrow waist line that showed a history of argent and dedicated fitness. these powerful legs, thighs and hips that were still shapely, like a soldier-of-war-turned model.
11 - Of Fox & Wolf, Part 1
The large, argent wolf narrowed his eyes in confusion, asking, "your 'mate'? i closed my eyes as i felt my anger attempting to bubble to the surface, i replied, "yes, the fox-kin, she-with-eyes-of-umbra's-veil."
A trek through the Nightwood chapter 1
Crytrauv yelped as he looked up from his feet and straight into the argent colored eyes of the great cat who towered over him, her head inches from his knees.
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 20: The Devourer
He felt his webbed fingers of argent gouge into the parasites, their bodies got lacerated along his fingernails and sliced along his bladed “knuckles". it was carnage incarnate, painting the air and ground with the threadcrawlers' demise.
The Shell (A Merman TF)
No longer soft and fleshy, the argent crests overlapped into a firm lattice that felt more like plaster than skin. too tough to be skin. too smooth for comfort.