Brooklyn and Katana's First Night
A smirk replaced the frown when he gripped her wrists to stop her after she scratched him too deeply. "yes, brooklyn?" she practically purred before jamming her hand back down to his chest and scratching him again. "ow... katana..."
Venomous Love
The den was quiet, bathed in the warm and calming glow of candles perched along the walls, a sharp contrast to the storm raging in the mind of its lone occupant. The Salazzle sat perched on her favorite plush, an absolutely titanic replica of a...
Mixing Business with Pleasure
Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and as she tightened her legs with every thrust, he could feel the heel of her shoes scratching his scales, making him shiver. the sight and feel of her alone could have pushed any male over the edge.
The Test
Strangely, he was even loving the feel of their claws scratching his hide. each scratch was a sharp, short pain that faded to a dull ache in seconds. then those ridges. oh man, the way those felt when they began to saw in and out.
Moonlight Sonata: Chapter 1, Boarding Pass
"ah, but she is my little scratches..." octavia actually felt guilty for not sharing with her special someone. not that her special someone could appreciate such fine things, she told herself.
Tales of the Shop Keeper: Cat Scratch Fever
"look what the cats drug in." he chuckled, moving to scratch behind the girly boys ears. "master loves his kittens very much. you're going to make me lots of money. aren't you?" he hissed, his green eyes fixed on his servants lovingly.
Moonlight Sonata: Chapter 2, Dinner and Champagne
With a quill, the waiter scratched down the order on his small notepad. "and for you, ma'am?" he turned to octavia.
Display of Dominance
Milo stepped out of his room, looking to make his way to the kitchen. Fresh out of bed, he still wore a comfy pair of sweatpants and a soft t-shirt with no intention of changing out of them. He wasn't going anywhere today. He'd just gotten home from a...
The Pondering of Zudomon II
Every hit meant his eyes would shut close, his throat would grow sore from screaming and his hands would scratch at the silk cloths, the bindings now becoming an anchor for his sanity.
The Compound
Silence and darkness were suddenly replaced with noise and light. Pain erupted in her muzzle as she awoke with a start, trying to back away and blinking in the brightness. Her back was pressed against the cold metal bars of the cage where she had...
Moonlight Sonata: Chapter 3, Positive Reinforcement
Vinyl fumbled her way back into the suite, leaving the bottle behind. The place was empty. How long had she been out? The clock answered, chiming in on cue to announce eleven o'clock. Each tiny _ding_ shot through the white unicorn's ears like wasps:...
Pokefun: Night Habits
As long as she was fine with a few more scratches or a sore throat, she’d be fine with teasing him, and so she started.