Ursa Minor
Taylor answered him with a triumphant roar, that menacing clarion of nature itself. he charged at him like a battering ram.
No Wings Can Take Me Far Enough
He saw his own father atop him in that moment, saw in clarion detail that hideous, drooling muzzle resting against his own while their hips pressed closely together in union.
Hecho En Florida
; the door of the trailer was opened and he widened his curious donkey eyes to the scene - the vast field, rainy, moist, the smell of the damp soil and the rank herbaceousness of manure coming to him as a clarion
6. Will You Be My Second?
Then came a clarion call from a distant corner of his mind. _all those words you shared this night mean more than one offhand drugged comment about horns, hrvalye. you are good. she sees that.
(Furry) Phantom of the Opera, Acts 1-5 of 10
An untrained voice upon his keen ears, sighing once more as he slumped back in his seat, arms folding over his eyes as he listened to the sounds of the young soprano's voice, sighing as he mused on how much better his own protege would have been, when a clarion
Terra Nova
This is the end of the novel, although not necessarily the end of the clarion adamant saga. i appreciate your support through all of this, and your patience with how long its taken. enjoy, and have a good rest of the summer, all!
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 4: HELL ABOVE, HELL BENEATH
Bart took his moment, that singing of steel as good as a clarion horn of the angels themselves, demanding he pay attention.
Refuge - Chapter 13: Lifeline
._ the clarion call of her bunk had never sounded sweeter. \*\*\* a bead of sweat broke out on yates's forehead as the enemy _stinger_ trundled inside the dropship.
The Tryout
The bell rung- the clarion sound echoing out over the room- and faster than layne could follow the larger male had already crossed the ring towards him. too fast, layne thought, panicking. fuck, i forget that he's a rabbit.
Urban Exploration III
My cock throbbed, responding to his signals like the clarion call of a beacon. _your mate calls youngling...serve him well...he will need your strength._ "i will" "brian?"
A gelid scent on a misty evening
Some conscientious, irritating voice in the back of xander's head cried clarion that he couldn't kill this man. he needed to keep him. so the bun's transformed body instead sucked mass from him.
Depths, Parts i-iv
He swam up, hiss head breached the surface, the sun dazzling him in the glitter of the dripping saltwater, and he sucked in a revelatory, giddy breath - for his whole lower body, his slit opening and hissing out a final clarion of lubrication, was engulfed