Addiction - Chapter Eleven: The Little Games
After my tongue washed away the mild musk of his sheath, all i could taste was bare skin.
Burden of Penalty | Chapter 7 - Fawning
Its smell was mildly musky or earthy but mixed with a slightly sweet scent. i gently took hold of her udder on each side and then tentatively took one of her teats into my mouth. i gave it a couple sucks but no milk came out. i pulled off her teat.
The Digital Slave
It was futile, but his hips twitched in the attempt anyway, his cock exploding with cum along the bottom of gaomon's foot, covering it with his cum and adding his own mild musk to the potent smells that came off of the bottom of the digimon's foot.
Father’s Day Fishing Trip
Notes: This was supposed to be a Father's Day story, obviously T\_T Other than that, hope you enjoy lol. As always I kind of worry about consistency throughout the story; since I tend to write longer things in several short sessions over several...
Two Weeks 13 : A New Outlook
Rather than react with revulsion, the teen smiled as the mildly musky scent hit him. with a decidedly lusty look in his eye, alan licked the smeared spot and then drew a slightly shaky breath as a paw adjusted his swollen sheath.
Artificial Barriers
I held my jaws around his trachea, feeling his muscles tense slightly under his skin, and smelling his mild musk. "grip me harder small one," he whispered. "i want to actually _feel_you."
Digital Perfect Storm
He could feel the digimon grinning, waiting � inevitably sniffed the tail fluff and was mesmerized by the fact that it already smelled mildly musky and dusty, like weregarurumon had been on a journey somewhere and was being �imported� into reality with all