Easing Into It
I just ... wanted to ask you," the marmot said, suddenly shy, "wanted to see if you, uh, wanted to wrestle tomorrow?" marmots loved to tussle and wrestle. it was a way of displaying friendly affection. a bonding ritual.
Discarded by the Rajah
After several more slow turns, the marmot's back arched as she struggled to breathe, and her face contorted -- in pain? lust? i couldn't be sure. i think they intended it as torture, but the marmot was naked and i could see her nipples erect.
Because of a Kiss
She reached down carefully with her arm, letting the toy sneak between the marmot's legs.
Splintered Light, Chapter 6.4: Anache u' Tonn
An opportunity on the first post of ch 7 will provide readers an opportunity to increase the marmot's chances of survival... and he may need it.
Louder Kinds of Quiet
"so, wrestling is a ... marmot bonding exercise?" "according to the computer's species database: 'hoary marmots often wrestle with each other for hours. they will also stand on their foot-paws and push at each other with their paws.'
The Lead Crown, Chapter 2-6: Thaddius
Ecquert showed no hesitance in fact until the wolf rolled over and moved his tail aside, telling the marmot that he desired to be filled by something other than dinner.
Doxology
I see that you are," the marmot whispered. "assuredly more okay than i am." a singular whisker-twitch, and he picked up his own, bushy tail in his paws, not quite knowing what to do with it. so he let it go.
A Game of Hyde and Seek - Part One
The marmot replied, using both girls' nicknames as usual. "can you rub my clit a little more? the show is getting good!"
Full Upright Position
The marmot's paws were already accommodating, slipping down. one paw massaging a rump-cheek. the other slipping between her labia, fingers delicately, joyously tracing the velvety, fleshy lips of her vulva.
Crossing Bridges Part 3
The marmot states as he crouches down and opens his arms. "come here, my sons. it's been a long day for you.
Splintered Light, Chapter 6.1: Koen Amih Ohn Rork
Fritz, what was--" the marmot didn't bother stopping to speak, rather, he lowered his head and ran right into ash-moon's sternum, using his shoulder to punch through where the jackal had been standing.
Yellowknife
Uhn," the marmot grunt-squeaked, as he pulled. humped. pulled. humped. a motion of utter simplicity, utter design! a simple friction was all it took. a mutual stimulation.