Runaways
Jeremy wrapped his winged arm around her, pulling her close to his side. he rested his head on top of hers. "i'm so sorry. we can stay here as long as you'd like." "thank you," she said quietly.
Golden Delicious
Grabbing his sides with her winged arms. pulling him into a smoldering, succulent kiss, which lasted maybe about six seconds. " ... oh," she sighed, leaning back. letting him go. a cheeky, playful grin.
The Corruption Competition P1
The rubber bat said as he felt the tendrils of power already begin to dig deep into his new plaything's brain as he continued to hold him in his wing arms.
Transformed into a Bull (part three of three)
Oh, he could smell so much more as a bull, even as he gripped her tightly in his hands by her wing-arms, fingers finding a place to slot in there.
Routine Maintenance
The wyvern let out a groan and slumped onto his wing-arms dramatically, letting his head loll in an exaggerated display of exasperation.
Ball of Fire
The beaver saw the look on her face, blinked, then glanced at her wing-arms. then back to her face. “aw, heck! you can’t grip a bowlin’ ball, can ya?” he realized as the pins were set up for them in the background.
Bedroom Heist
Through half-open eyes, he watched her move, breasts bouncing beneath her shirt, wing-arms lifting, stretching out in ecstasy. bounce! flap-flap! bounce-bounce!
Repeat Performances
Dawn couldn't take his eyes off her, to him, this bat was beautiful and daring enough to show off in such a fashion: in short she was perfect, the way the stage lights caught on the subtle colours of her fur and shone off the membrane of her winged arms
Birthday Surprise
Her wing-arms lifted to wrap around karynth, hugging herself to him. andari could no longer see their faces- she could only see a red drake's rump pushing firmly against a small, tan one.
Mounted
Veygar roared, shaking his huge, forming wing-arms at kerath. the kobold laughed and shook his muzzle sideways. "can't do it, my friend! you'll need to ask a dragon about that kind of magic!
King Verro
Then, he fumbled with the buttons to his swirly-patterned vest and bent his wing-arms around so he could slip it off. dark-purple, wavy stripes melded with his lighter-purple hide.
2.7 - Best Behavior
The bat raised his wing-arms in exasperation. "you don't have to do this! she's been manipulating you." "i don't think so." squinting, the male scanned her mind. "as you can see ... or should i say 'sense'?