Torturing Talra
She grinned, gripping the bird too hard, twisting, yanking, raking her claws down, the tang of blood colouring the air. she licked her lips, adoring the fear of the bird, but there was a show to get on with.
Terror of Talon
With a roar, she lunged for her captor, extending her claws to rake his face. the dragon-god was too fast, however, quickly overpowering her, gripping her throat. talon laughed. "you must be taught, and trained...
Red's Adventures at Highschool PT.3:Red & Ash
He started gently raking his claws through the soft, well groomed golden fur. red continued downward, giving ash's stomach a soft kiss of affection on the way down.
Sneak Peek - Hell Forged: Chapter 3
Deep gouges were carved into kaleth's desk as he raked his hand across it.
Patreon Reward - The Gift that Keeps on Giving
Slowly the slimy cock within her pulled back, barbs raking against her walls and making them clench and twitch, pleasure rocketing up her tired neural pathways.
Steal What You Came For
Sie raked his sides again and was gratified to hear him snarl.
Steal What You Came For
Sie raked his sides again and was gratified to hear him snarl.
Catch
The bird's tongue raked around the lip of his beak as he stared down at the miserable vulpine, stuck beneath him. "quit whining, bitch. you're even louder than my last mate!"
The Fireborn: Cold as Hell
With my left hand i raked my claws right across her face. she staggered back upon suffering these twin blows and almost fell over. i seized the opportunity to seize her by her throat.
Perspective
"nohohohohoho plehehehehehehease nohohohohot thehehehehehere," he roared as blunt claws lightly raked from his heels up to the base of his chubby, wiggling toes.
Improbable Heroes, Chapter III: Fenrir
She put a small, sharp claw on the man's chest and cut raked open his skin, blood dribbling out. farengar groaned and tried to back away, fenrir held him tight. "you really are pathetic farengar. good riddance."
A Master And His Slave - Log
Nightmask runs a hand up and down over your back, raking his otter-juices wet claw over your spine, until he grips the back of your neck and pulls your head back to gaze deep into your eyes.