Bee Stories 6
#42 of tik tik's tower cynwrig recounts his experience while everyone was split up, and his unique interaction with a different portion of the bee population.
Purity and Her Inner Demons
“cynwrig!?" “i'll help you." the slime and i both turned toward purity. the slime spoke up “thank you, i—" purity shook her head. “not for you, but for cynwrig. we still have things to work out.
Floral Frolics 3
It is shorter than cynwrig, with yellow and brown stripes and a fuzzy collar draped over her shoulders. all over her are clumps of golden dust.
Bee Stories 3
I heard little cynwrig the whole time. i feel bad for him. you had to hold the boy back as he tried to rescue me, pulling bees off the pile and screaming my name.
Stories from New Friends - Epilogue
You touched tik tik while cynwrig talked about his time!" "m... me!?" cynwrig says, scooting away from the feline. "w... which part was it you found to be to your liking, miss kera? me watching my friend? the spider woman?""
[c] Amidst the Desert Sands
The unity of so many sensations—nilus’s mouth on her breast, cynwrig still lapping away at her pussy, dara’s pussy trembling and clenching around her tongue—left xe buoyed on a sheer sense of overwhelmed sensation.
Tik Tik's Taxing Adventure 10
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Tik Tik's Taxing Adventure
Get out of the rain, let cynwrig take your coat. eshere, get us some coffee. are you here to commission me for some magical work?"
The Tower Heist 1
Beside her is her bodyguard, cynwrig, the beetle buzzing with all four arms crossed over his chest.
Wasp's Sting 1
Certainly not a beetle like cynwrig, yet something she's seen before. it had been when tik tik was reading from her magical tome when she beheld a tiny caterpillar crawling along a tree.
Anteronia Chapter 2
I cried "cynwrig!" but the mass of the orgy turned riot was too much. it was all i could do to weave in and out of the stampeding people, keeping myself from being crushed. and now, i have no idea where my friends are.
Purity and the Actual Demon
“no, cynwrig. i can handle this myself. you sit back." eshere sat back herself, taking the form of a small blob. she formed a tentacle of sorts that held a pen. she scribbled wildly, taking in all the details.