Changing Seasons
Seeing a human male approaching her. he moved, and still did, like a predator who was trying not to be seen as one. it had sent a shiver down her spine. his grey eyes reminded her of a storm ready to break.
How to be the Life of the Party
"i know so, look at you" i answered "you have a body any guy would want and any girl would want to have" i began rubbing her front, my hand trailing up and down her stomach as the other brushed her fur smoothly.
Anthropology Isekai 2
“high capacity battery," the old men smugly noted, “straight from the naval workshops. that also runs a pretty penny."
Buccaneers of Black Pond Chapter 1
In the center of the rotary came the war monument, reassuring the blonde boy as he ran by that he was a minute from the church, and conveniently enough, his school too.
Stacy's Mom
"you do this every time a boy comes over. i'm tired of it. i can handle it myself." i assumed the last sentence sounded less petulant in her head. i eyed the door.
"Were" Does A Guy Go From Here?
"so you suppress it to keep humans from finding you?" "humans can't smell it edward." "but i can!" "that's right." i heard a thud and came running out, the toy still stuck inside me.
Twice Bitten, One Guy
A werewolf, whether in human form or in feral form, has these in their blood and saliva, just like a regular human has their own types.
Anthropology Isekai 9
But the mountains that separated the penninsula where the remnants of humanity in this world lived did have an official name. and it wasn't even challenged.
Tall Grass (WiP)
Her arms were larger and stronger, with shorter fingers and she could grab things like humans.
Earning His Stripes, Part 6
"my boy, do you intend to stand outside all day or what?" he knew the voice. the old turtle was cleaning his glasses. he put them back on and peered over the top.
Part Five
Appearing in the kitchen she smiled at her human partner; she had braided back her auburn trusses secured with a green bow. "farm mousey mel, reporting for duty, sir!" she announced.
Flush From the Den
\>a dark laugh rolls out of the bishop's chest \>"you better hope you're special, boy.