The knotty manager pt 2
"wanna come claim me back" she says a naught grin across her face i climbed up behind her rubbing my cock up and down her soaked pussy before pushing in gently feeling myself throb against her as i slowly slide in her.
Eternally Vernal, Epilogue: Snowflakes On Flowers, Their Souls Preserved Beneath Glass, Springtime Forever
"third time is the charm," or so some folk have said; the sawsbuck cared naught: but for gates he'd be dead. warden knew not why, but he felt it was true.
Of Dragons and Dragonslayers Part 2
"enjoy your last seconds, soon you will feel naught but pain for eternity." i shout after him, smiling as i weave binding and gating magic together, mending the tear in the veil that separates the planes of existence.
Distance Zircon: Part 1?
Filled with an unnatural girth that would make any reasonable woman cry out from the pain but in the otter's lust-addled state, she found herself naught feeling naught but pleasure.
Ragnarok - XXII
What else is there but to fling that small, scant, fragile yourself against the darkness, caring naught for life nor naught for death, and make every blow count, and trust the gods to make good out of it. what now?
The Furry Farm - Ilia's fun
Ilia's eyes widened and she looked back down at the large cock in her hand, naught thoughts starting to form. "really?"
Sister's Keeper
Straga mutters to himself, "i fear that escape from this hell is naught but a vain hope." a nearby trainee gives him a curious look, "you sure talk funny, even by city folk's standards."
Tribal Lore - Act:1 ~Tides that Bind~
His expression held firm to portray naught of contempt. still i asked myself, why couldn't i do this, why?
Growing Love - Part 2/6
What she was about to do had been a dream for numerous years, and as she looked down at that structure did she feel naught but excitement at the prospect.
Ragnarok - VII
But it was all for naught. the hall was gone. either the soot were torchbearers, or else, they could ignite with nothing but a touch. their arsonry outsped me, and my news. the hall where i had lived was naught but ash.
Poem: Life & Death
Goes" the mourner is not easily consoled the reaper's cloak conseals the syth of souls even the corpse is covered in mold life is like a fragile, frail flower many have tried to take control even wise men do not have the power seraphs can do naught
Tribal Lore - Act: III ~A Lineage Severed~
The actuality of the daunting confrontation with my siblings finally settled in, that i indeed had become that of no identity, naught to hold me to a tribe nor community.