Gryphon 'Rider'
A set of matched hens were posted at the front of the tent, both glossy white and standing alert with their riders standing close at hand. light duty for the females, especially since hens were so damnably hard to come by in captivity.
Delayed Debt
Knocking hens up was just a side effect of having his fun. and this would be far from the first time he'd done it.
A Gryphon's Tail, Part III
There was barely enough room for both of the hen's paws between the panther's thighs, but fate conspired to make sure that they struck true.
Inside The Gryphon's Nest
He was moaning loudly, rivaling the hen's own cries of pleasure that had echoed down the mountain as he gripped the nest hard, holding on for dear life.
The Hatchling (Gallus, part 6)
Soon then hen's vent was glistening from the girl's moist tongue work, finally opening slightly as the hen shuddered and sprayed the girl with a small burst of fluids.
Ander - Epilogue: Subchapter 3
Because hens lay eggs, and hens eat corn. you grow the corn, you feed the hens, you get all the eggs you want." "but we can still eat the hens, right?" "when they stop laying, yes." "okay, that's fine.
Ander - Chapter 8, Subchapter 3
Because hens lay eggs, and hens eat corn. you grow the corn, you feed the hens, you get all the eggs you want." "but we can still eat the hens, right?" "when they stop laying, yes." "okay, that's fine.
A night out hunting
The vixen leaned down and took a big chunk of meat from the hen's thigh and chewed on it noisily. jasper took this single moment to spring.
The Birth of My Toyota
Despite her anxiety, merida felt her heart flutter at the thought of her handsome boyfriend witnessing her going through what must surely be the most embarrassing point of every hen's life. it was so romantic.
Surrender your Malehood
Involuntarily clenching down on aluvan's knot, rayleth brought the black-scaled beast to orgasm as well, shooting rope after rope of potent seed into his newest hen's backside.
Cinderfella, Chapter 2: Breakfast
Pepito soon got on his outdoor boots and he went outside to the shed to get the chicken feed for the hens and the old rooster in the back. "breakfast time," he called out, "everybody up. hurry, hurry. breakfast."
Noble Indignities
Valos shrank at that, her ear tufts soon pinned flat to her head as she contemplated just how often breeding hens were bred.