Broad-wing
Elessi spread her wings in the still night air, baring her teeth in challenge. broad-wing, she had been known. the greatest warrior of her people, the strongest in battle and the most powerful, a leader amongst the elech.
Wings of Darkness
wings of darkness * * * soaring wings of darkness mighty rulers of the night. master of the skies and symbol of what they all despise. slipping through the shadows and disappearing again like smoke.
Wings of love
She smiled as she rant her wing tip back and forth along his cock delighting in her partners pleasured moans and the way squirmed at her merest touch. "ramia!" he gasped as he came cock spurting semen all over ramia's left wing.
Wings of Desire
Seeing that huge stud stick glistening with slick silvery pre-cum the sexy winged stallion flaps his wings lifting up. quivering as he reaches back parting those sleek cheeks, as his puckered equine orifice lands atop that big blunt cock head.
On Wings of Clay
Something felt right about severing your arm and then pulling the other off like an infant human would a dragonfly's wings. how could i do that to you, but love you still?"
With Angels Wings
Veemon was not adjusted to the real world. Much of the dream world was like it. The tall buildings that Digimon now occupied were taller and shiner. He was a bit spooked by all the Digi\_Sluts openly roamed the streets. He wasn't used to being home...
A Gift of Wings
My wings are your wings..." she saw tears in his eyes as he said it, "do you wish to take the sky from both of us?"
On Silk Wings
**on silk wings** _by the brain of lazarus_ _// ordications axx protoca //_ it's not every day the office of prestigious security and defense ordains one of its own to travel abroad on vague business detail.
Lost Wings
Tucking my wings, i dive downwards-- spiraling, twirling, twisting, unfurling them just in time to catch myself, landing with natural precision and grace.
Wings of Frost
She said, putting a wing onto crystal's head. crystal yelped loudly, the ice cold wing hurting her slightly. the bowl that the articuno had been eating from smashed suddenly, and alice growled. articuno turned her head to alice. "not a bad attack."
2.8 - Winging It
Slowly, the bat extended a velvety, strutted wing arm toward the other male. graham took hold of marcus' blue-furred thumb and wing-tip. and shook it, warmly. then released with a nod. withdrawing his wing-arm, marcus cleared his throat and stood up.
On Flitted Wings
Male human/female feral dragon lovings on flitted wings arise, the demons of my demise. taunting and prodding as i straddle scales of blue, the allure of a dragoness becomes too much to bear...