Musk in the Pit
He was still sweaty and his skin and bodyhair shone a little bit in the light of day. he had a few scars he was proud of, though he hadn't gotten a new one today. the one on his arm still pulled a little tight where it had been stitched up.
The Dogs: Her Judges Are Evening Wolves
His legs had burst from foot to waist with still more of the fur - blondish-grey, as his beard, as his coarse bodyhair already - but it was not uniform, but in patches, long stretches of fur
Pharm-orc-cology
His thick bodyhair, scratching the human's body as he ground his thick fuckpole into him again and again. there was no slow teasing or gentle touches. no kissing or caressing, no gentle teasing his mate open.
College of Celestials - Chapter 1.5 - Vendetta Part 2
Apart from their differing fur colors and degrees of bodyhair, they were almost completely identical. just how thralls should be. “roll out,” he growled. the thralls let out loud whoops and nickers before jumping straight into their trucks.
Doom Fucker
Doom Fucker _It is time for the Doom Slayer to get his revenge on Demons_ Steps. Heavy, loud, powerful. Yet, the breathing that heralded them was ragged, intense, and anxious. The scent of fear was acrid and higher, higher than the bemoaning cries of...
Ghostbusted - This Stream’s Gonna End in Mayhem
The bushels of darker bodyhair forming an enticing contrast, especially when his fingers touched the pits of his massive arms.