Mists of the Past
**mists of the past** - chapter 5 of the legends of the dragonrider it would have been a very dark night, normally.
The Sorrow of the Mist~
The story starts off like any other. Morgan smiled as her lover softly pressed his lips into her own, and allowed a small sigh of content escape her. She was a happy young woman in her twenties, she'd lived with her husband for eight...
Creature of the Mist
#### Some friends of mine keep prodding me into writing and posting stories, so this is my first one. I hope you all like it and any comments would be appreciated. The following story is intended for an adult audiance. A young scientist is...
Mist's Day with Sam
Sam had stuck his tongue out to work on mist's soft belly he was developing as well. sam tilts his head back and swallows mist's chest. the dragon's belly and upper thighs got greeted by sam's tongue as well.
Cast and Broken
mists gathered on the mountain, twisted and swirling before coming down and through the town at the base.
Pirated
Slowly his grip on mist's head loosened as he spoke up. "that's a good-'lil'-girl sunshine.
Snapshots - Raven Feathers
He needed no further invitation, and their twin sighs were lost to the mists as his flesh found hers.
Blood in the Mists - Chapter 3
"yeah, i actually told her the day before i met you at mists!" he said, "she actually introduced me to travis, and told him to take me out to the club." a grin came across his face.
The Pissst - Ch.3: F^ed!
The idea of it makes her shake like a fish out of water, cumming again as the beast takes his new mate off through the front door of the store and deep into the unknowns of the mists. she can hear someone scream her name in the distance. kind of.
A vaporeons new life
Dusk grabs her and kisses her muffling her moan and shoves her tongue down mist's throat keeping her quite.
Sultry
You sleep deeply, entering the swirling mists that weave time, space, and reality with timelessness, infinity, and fantasy.
Sinori's Story - Chapter Five
The branch seemed to tremble at the soft words, and a ripple ran through the mists still around me. "i see no one wicked here."