Death's Blood Ch. Thirty-Two: Countdown
"meet me at unit 44 of nimrod and barnaby, the north-easternmost district of tolden. i will await you just outside the house. i expect you to be there with the woman the kittens unharmed. that is my demand.
Dipping into the Honey Pot
barnabis, or papa as most people called him, hunched over a table. the ursaring had his fingers wrapped loosely around his cock, popping the foreskin back and forth over his flared tip as he pounded his hand.
Bareback Heathens: A Cherry AU
The male customer's oxen voice, huffing and wheezing akin to a locomotive, had to be none other than sheriff barnaby hard at work. "huh?" pausing at the window staring down at main street, my eyes fell on a stranger as i gripped the broom handle.
Death's Blood Ch. Thirty-One: Curtain Call
I studied the outside of nimrod and barnaby, the dreaded corner of the borough. the first few townhouses that i saw were heavily damaged, nobody having bothered to repair them. one had a small patch covered with moss and tendrils.
Nyuni--Part 3
"it's shawnee the snow leopard, with barnaby, of course." nyuni glanced at the two figures on the other side of the hill. shawnee was a luxuriously coated cat, exquisitely marked and wonderfully fluffy.
Family
"you know that house on barnaby lane?" hank asked his son, standing up and putting on his tool belt. "ya what about it?" the fox answered.