Catching Cinders Ch. 17 : Climax (They Fuck Good)
The contact left a wet, musky mark on tyson's back stripes. _step two: envy._ owyn ran his hands over tyson's chest, building anticipation then releasing it in an exhale of blue and umber sparks.
The King is Back
By now shining's face and his teal-blue mane were thoroughly soaked with sombra's musk, marking him with the stallion's primal claim.
Heart of Ash
His tongue pushed against the taught muscle, squirming and wriggling forcing it's way inside the pony, his nose nestled between the pony's warm buttocks, his world becoming the pony's sweaty musk. mark's
Homeless, Anything Helps
I would close my eyes and press my snout sideways against him, musk-marking myself in his aromas before pressing my open mouth to the fabric, breathing in through my mouth.
[COMM] Save some room
He rubbed his face against their sweaty rump, further ensuring the musk-marking as their burned deep into his mind and body.
DHW part 9-7 - A fight to remember
Skels moans softly, closing his eyes and offering his snout to his brother, letting him paint it in white, musk marking his scales with each subsequent jet.
The Forest of Transformation
[b]Intro:[/b] It's a little bit like being in heat. Ashgar knows the feeling well by then, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. The druid's ordinary form is already a proud hybrid of species, mixing lizard and bear to handsome...
Six Rooms of Doom: Complete Edition
They were all suspects. Ten bodies were slumped together in a cold room with steel walls and floors, drugged with some unknown substance, dressed in matching jumpsuits like those that might have been worn by prisoners. Awakening in relative unison led...