Mark of the Fang
Half moon carefully looked over both marks before reaching over and grabbing a small tied up leather pouch. he loosened the string and poured out a very fine white powder onto the markings.
The Fairy's Mark
"the mark of a fairy," he thought to himself. "it's called a fertility marking," cyrus explained. "just a neat trick i did with fairy magic. now everybody will know you're the property of a fairy-type." kano groaned.
Making a Mark
By then he had lost track of which cheek he'd beaten more, and it was so hard to tell from a visual inspection, for one mark bled over into the next, and the boy's perfectly round ass was a mess of reddened skin.
Stud Marked
Her entire left flank a tapestry of various cutie marks rather than any one mark that is her own... the shared marks of everyone she turned into a pony so far.
Marked Pony
I could smell him marking me, as he slammed home his medial ring scrapped across my prostate again. it was too much. i came. i bucked against him whimpering. "oh fuck! darren!"
Marking Malk
#2 of malkobold and dave dave takes fa: malk to be marked and branded as his pet. this story reflects the real life events of when i took my lovely kobold to be marked as mine. he now really has a prince albert piercing just like his dragon.
Mark of the Marsh
< or my ko-fi > here < mark of the marsh by: lapsa for: carissa "remember, we need to be careful." the rugged wolf spoke up as he trudged forward along the swampy path, boots sinking - a loud sucking sound following each step.
Mark of Nobility
Tall servants in plain blue robes, marked with the same symbol that is painted into the massive front doors, hustle forward.
Mating for a Mark
She remained unconvinced until one detail finally persuaded her, her eyes lighting up as she saw the mare's cutie mark. it was a camera with a flame of fire around it, clearly detailing her spicy line of work. "you can get a cutie mark for that?!"
A Marked Man
A marked man by cheirron ([[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)) in my mailbox was a small package wrapped in thick brown paper with no return address or stamps. it was a tape recorder with a cassette in it.
Marked for Death
Sometimes things don't go the way you planned. Like when you get to work late because you thought you'd beat traffic. Or when that psycho killer neighbor from across the street you planned to expose turns out to be a nice fella who means...
Promise of the Mark
It was my mother's own clan mark, i turned my attention back to her only to see that she aged rapidly. the elderly vixen looked up at me with a weak smile. "wear my mark with pride and go fulfill your destiny my son.