Winny - A Kaos Army story (Part2)
Clinker had been a very eager to please new recruit with a buzz cut and polished tusks, tagging at anar's heels with a grin whenever he could.
Thanksgiving
Oliver whimpered, wincing as his lip caught on the edge of his tusk as it was oft to do when he was nervous.
Dark Desires
He asked looking up into crudgel's tusked face. "i'm an orc." crudgel stated flatly. "that isn't possi...you.. you weren't...yesterday."
Hippogodamus
His chest tingled, causing his breath to come out in halting ragged gasps as she opened her mammoth mouth up fully, revealing her massive tusk-like teeth.
The Land of Orcs
His teeth grew out into strong looking tusks, his forehead broadened as he felt his body start to become more feral. his stomach drop a bit as it formed into a chubby stomach, he hunched over as his mind slowed.
Love for a Dragon Master
._ _katrina then leaned in and licked my ears and neck, wary to keep her tusks from cutting me. she then offered one of her hands to me.
Mark'ha Was a Strange Orc
But mark'ha's face was as open and honest as a newborn, abet a newborn with a full beard and tusks poking out of his mouth.
Breaking in Modruk part 3
They lifted then gently lowered when they came to the orc's tusks. they were large and gleamed white at the tip, though around the base was a bit yellow.
Savagery At It's Core
She tossed her war ax, a gnarled thing with an evil-looking serrated head, over in her hands by the handle, using the head to sharpen her tusks.
The Wight to Prevail
He has a relatively average face, soft features, and tusks that curve up just below his eyes and a nose that points out further than the reach of his tusks. he wore nothing but a fur pelt loincloth, his body exposed to the elements.
Chapter 2 (Spitplay, Incest, F/F, M/F)
She even thought she could see a droplet of saliva falling from his left tusk. was the massive boar actually drooling over her body? it made her feel nervous for some reason. she blinked. why would she be nervous though?
Ork Master
A lewd smirk playing around his yellowish tusks, as he repeats that slow, slimy lick along the zebracorn's lips. a guttural and warm growl rising from the almost naked, orkz sweaty body.