Leaving His Mark
The mephit had sprayed his oil all over a chair, and the odor of the room would take hours to clear out. dyrell exhaled again as he stood on his footpaws, walking over to observe the mess he made.
A Hero in Another's Legend
Closing his eye, he raced forward, the scent of the beast's hide and the odor of blood thick in his nostrils.
Little plaything
The odour was stronger now they were bare. the fox repositioned his foot, pressing the ball of his foot against finn's face. the soft padded foot moulded itself to his face.
Gym Bros
The manly odor of george's stink-ridden pits, the acrid funk of his musky crotch, and the putrid stench of his odor-infused asshole had already driven him over the edge of arousal.
The Paw Inspectors
Footpaw odour is an offence. you will be fined for this." "i forgot one time! can't you just let me off with a warning?" "no. the penalty for footpaw odour is a fifty dollar fine. and you're lucky that is all i'm fining you for.
Surviving the Night (Preview)
The odor of the wolfman made desmond cringe; the smell was one of decay and of masculinity. as he inhaled the scent, his first reaction was revulsion. the wolfman forced him to smell the opening of his sheath.
Captain on the Bridge
After conducting a few harmless tests, the pale feathered gryphon bluntly told them that the odor would probably last for a couple of days, and promptly gave them some powerful anti odor soap and antiseptic before giving them future appointment schedule and
Roody vs. Rafflesia 1
The nymph blinks, one eye covered by the giant petal on her head, and the wafting odor of death rising from that flower.
A Thing for Star - Chapter 13
He probably still had me and star on his mind, as he was blushing and let out an odor that would normally be revolting, but today it smelled of honey.
A Thing for Star - Chapter 12
He probably still had me and star on his mind, as he was blushing and let out an odor that would normally be revolting, but today it smelled of honey.
Diary of a Vile Chiroptera
Usually i smile or sniff the flatus and sigh triumphantly, but after the one i let out in the car, i looked left and right, hoping no one heard the disturbance or smelled the eggy odor.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Bound In Fox Flesh
The horrendous animal odor is trapped in against your face, and it does not leave, as you feel your last remaining piece of armor tighten and heat against your brow and cheekbones.