Contest of Passion: Seductive Satyr
The human fighter paced in the street, the sun now falling under the horizon as he hurriedly walked across the seedy storefronts one more time. The Satyr demoness had left a note in his room to meet her here, out front of a bordello to spend their...
Mating Season: Feral Courtship
"Are you ok... Mr Randall?" Asked the young she wolf, looking up to the anthro husky as he stared back to the pair of sisters. The tall dog blinked, conflicting feelings crossing his mind as he stared to the pair of heated bitches. His maw opened for a...