The Threads that Draw Him
She focused first on behesh's emerging length, pushing her tongue into the wyvern's slit. her tail shivered a little as the flavors of the wyvern's slit overwhelmed her senses.
A Trespass In The Wyvern's Territory
A legiana hunts in the wrong territory and gets taken advantage of by its resident, an ornery poison-equipped wyvern. the viridescent wyvern skulked through dark skies, bright green eyes reflecting the twisting landscape below.
A Royal Wyvern's Pleasures Ch2
The wyvern hissed with what could only be amusement. “my nostrils find your raw scent more pleasing than any perfume drenched noble, yet your kin will not think highly of a prince who reeks of wyvern. do as i’ve asked.” colbyras nodded.
A Taste of Passion
A nuzzle at his rump from the _helpful_ wyvern just pushed him further in.
Two Weeks - 3 The Fun Really Begins
Mark raised a paw and set it gently atop the wyvern's muzzle, "good... boy." the wyvern let his head droop gently and crooned his head forward.
Claiming a wyverness
"other wyverns tried it. outcasts, uncaring of what the rest of the colony made of their aberrant behavior. once one wyvern knows, the entire colony is quick to follow.
A Royal Wyvern's Pleasures Ch2
The wyvern hissed with what could only be amusement. “my nostrils find your raw scent more pleasing than any perfume drenched noble, yet your kin will not think highly of a prince who reeks of wyvern. do as i've asked." colbyras nodded.
The Cherry Prince
The prince didn't even grace the wyvern with a response as his body remained frozen, only shaking occasionally from the cold. undeterred, wyvern brought the man back to her muzzle.
Heated Encounter
As expected, that got the wyvern's startled attention.
Cuckolding the Wyvern
The wyverns he’d set his sights on when he’d first infiltrated the area were cocooned up in their nest, the height of breeding season upon them and, well, they were doing just what any pair of lusty and eager wyverns would have done at that time.
Of Wives and Wyverns
A wyvern would do. a wyvern that was submitting to little old human me, or better yet, demanding satisfaction from potential prey.
Cold Case
"i can't--i can't--" "yes," the wyvern said. "despair." brandon turned around and saw that the wyvern stood before her. she didn't know how or why he had gotten there, nothing made any sense. "my lair," the wyvern said with a cruel smile.