Beneath the Surface
Paws stroking the base of the sheath, fingers kneading the powerful muscles. varying pace and pressure, alternating between slow, deliberate sucks and faster, more frantic motions. determined to give leonidas the same pleasure, to repay the gift.
Pride Bay. Chapter One.
The tiger added poking his bare, slightly fuzzy chest with a broad sheathed finger. the charcoal gray paw pad was warm to the touch, surprisingly soft and held a strength to it as it squished against his chest as the tiger continued to poke him.
Locker Room Vigor
Adam massaged his thick sheath, fingers kneading its dark folds, revealing the flat head of the monstrous cock inside. his equine lips pulling back over his teeth as he nickered lustily. he needed this. he needed the release.
Bound In Heart and Leather
The sheathed fingers moved the bound gonads over the wolf's lips and maw, teasing him whenever the tongue appeared by pulling them away and leaving him wanting...not about to give up the game just yet.
First Time's The Charm [Commission]
Bryan had started to drag his tongue along his sheath, fingers wrapped around the other male's length and stroking slowly. "and you liked it, didn't you? but you didn't know how to feel about that."
Melting Snow [Commission]
He reached up with a paw, hesitated, spread his fingers right in the middle of the dying stream so that it splashed out and poured down his arm... and then he wrapped that paw around the vulpine's sheath, fingers unable to enclose the full girth, and tugged
Redfox
As fozzy moved to his other foot, revvy grabbed at his fuzzy white sheath, fingers rubbing at it. he began to jerk off his sheath, pulling the sleeve up and down his cock, feeling it embrace his slick skin.
Camping Trip (pt 3)
He kept his fingers clamped down hard, both hands wrapped around their sheath, fingers squeezing the gel thin enough so his fingertips just barely touched. that cut a sharp line in their cock, the rest of it bloated practically twice as thick.
Take Me Out of the Ballgame
He rumbled as his other paw slipped down his bulky torso towards the impossibly-sized sheath, fingers gripping what they could of it.
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 10
He had adhered to her instruction, but still slid ax and dirk out of their sheaths. fingers coiled firm around the handles, wrists tense with anticipation and ready to burst with a lethal motion. an ambush should not be repeated.
Blast from the Past - A Special Presentation
The tiger gently stuck a finger into the wolf's sheath, fingering what nub of flesh remained within before pulling his finger back out and straight into his muzzle. "delicious," judged the tiger.
Legacy of the Blade Mistress
She was gulping down mouthfuls of water, the plastic bottle crinkling between her leather sheathed fingers while the long crop dangled in her opposite hand, red lips wrapped firmly around the neck of the bottle. she was dressed… to a fashion.