On the Fly
And his wolf boss profited. "yeeahh... look up here, faggot..." the ending word caught ivan's focus; terry stared down to a gasping servant, moist with his own spit, stuck by some of the looser hairs. "... tastes like what, boy. say it."
Killer Huxley; profile
Killer had lost the control of his rage and inner darkness, and in a matter of a minute, he had slaughtered the gang and was raping savagely the wolf boss. he raped her to death, without restrain himself.
The Missing Lynx, Part VIII
"it's the fuckin' wolves, boss! they're still out there!" the necromancer's fearsome looming abated some, his tone even once more.