Kioga 3: The Aristocracy of Ego
"i'm most grateful, father," lugo said with a charming, boyish lilt. and then his voice dropped. "thanks, fucker," lugo added, laughing.
You Make Me Feel Like Dancin'
Her voice rang out again from down the hall, this time a bit louder, with the lilt of nervous laughter at the end. "pretty please! i could get seriously injured!" again, her voice broke through the house's silence with a warm lilting.
Pick-up
"little time," the cat replied, his accent lilting, genuine, and without the necessary western bandit "si, senor!" thrown in for good effect. it was simply how he spoke. short and when needed.
A Lucky Moment
There was a slight quavering lilt to her own voice, but not one of emotion so much as her own undeniable tipsiness. she giggled as kemper blushed and shook his head, reaching out to stroke her cheek in turn. "no, you're the pretty one.
Jonny Ain't Gay (M polar bear / M husky)
"i'll tell you what's cool," another voice lilted. "this video..." joey flipped the cellphone around so the bear and dog could see the screen. on it, they were grunting and groaning as they muzzle-fucked. jonny's eyes went wide. "wait! what?!"
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 10: Second Chances
“ah yes, the legendary evasive tactic known as 'squawk and sidestep,'" the gryphon said, voice lilting with laughter. “devastating."
Azi's Pet
You are mine," she lilted, with a kiss against tara's cheek. "i couldn't let you go now, but i could never hurt you. a pet should be loved, not harmed."
Respect
Brent spied him now, the male’s supple form sitting almost uncomfortably half upon his knees on the cold floorboards, bathing in the dying glow of the afternoon sun, absent eyes staring vacantly and his dusty chest lilting softly as he breathed.
Mrs Trevino, teacher.
As he sat, his eyes peering over his textbook as her lilting voice droned on about hypotenuses and other terms she somehow managed to make sound sexy as all hell, the bell finally rang and someone tossed a wad of paper at his head.
The Sword and the Scabbard - Part 1 - The Hearth and Hammer
He says, a lilt in his voice indicating he doesn't quite understand that word. "intolerant?" corrects ty. "yeah, that." stutters york. "about gays. intolerant." and suddenly, a whole lot of things started to make sense to the little fox.
Scales of Liberty Chapter 1
As they drew near a sweet lilting voice reached his ear, and he almost jumped out of his skin.
[Request] Triple-Teamed
"i-i think i neeeeed a break," lilted the overwhelmed male, his voice spiking into the soprano as azra adjusted her nut-flattening grip. lyn frowned up at him. "tapping out already?" she scolded.