The Divided Land
_maybe the harbinger of the heat plays with my eyes._ shadow thought and shook her head. "come on cubs. get these face-horns to the tribe." cloud-jumper grabbed a foreleg of a beast.
Tangled Instincts
He didn't hear the buzz anymore, and was profoundly reassured that it'd just been the extreme heat playing tricks on his mind. this good feeling turned out short-lived, as about five seconds later, the sound caught up with him.
Stealing the Spotlight
Her still-human hand played furiously over her sex, desperate for the brief reprieve from the heat playing over her loins. yet, most of all, she felt the need to make the fur coat permanent, if orgasm would grant her that! "ugh...aagggrrrr!"
New Phase of Life
A heat played over his ears and nose, as though each was expanding, but it was impossible to tell. his ears did seem to be able to pick up sounds in the hall that were further away than they should have been.
Not Much Happens
Hours of dusty heat, playing in the river and setting up camp. finally, we separated and got our bed for the night ready, and slipped between the warm layers of the sleeping bags. getting ready for bed.