Chastity Story: Thoughts Controlled By Cock

Soon, the blacksmith turned around, and strike gasped at what he saw. "no. no, you can't!" "i will, to control you properly."

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The long walk home

Prompting the tall stallion to slowly stroll across the room, the fat old blacksmith guiding hi over to that big bed.

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Reforged, Season 2, Ch 1

You're a blacksmith, and blacksmiths sweat." letting out a happy sigh, peter rotated in his father's grasp and returned the hug, going so far as to picking arthur up to give him a firm squeeze.

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The Donkey show...

His nostrils picking up the scent of lupine and vulpine cum, the tiger knew about blacksmiths of course!

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OrcBound Part 1

The blacksmith shook the satyr's hand apprehensively. "sure is, i need to be leavin' at first light." oscar had a reputation in driftwood.

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Sons of Winter chapter 1: Playing Warrior

He thought it was the forge, but then he realized this air had a moisture to it, and a smell that had no business inside a blacksmith's shop.

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Fur Tales Erotica-Page 1

"these weapons are more than just weapons, the blacksmith uses runes and magic symbols to strengthen them. he's a blacksmith and a synthesist."

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Made in Fire- Chapter 1

As a blacksmith's son and apprentice, i was already a man in my own right when that creature came. i was stubborn, sure i knew enough of the world to get by, and perhaps most importantly, i was made in fire.

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The Empty Forge

# **the empty forge** ## by: lumus king the loud clanging of the hammer striking steel rang in lumus's ears as he entered the blacksmith's shop. inside was a lone bear.

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Leo of Green

How can this blacksmith help you today?" i asked grinning ear to ear. the man looked up, and i could see a snout and pair of eyes glaring at me. "you the blacksmith all these folks have been talking about?"

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Smithy

The blacksmith smirked, and knelt down beside the table, grasping thorn's throbbing horse-dick firmly, and groping that big velvety bag as well. "steal it from him. you know he's got it."

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