Empire of the Ill: Chapter 1
First, he trapped me in the ground, having me to stir around in the dirt collecting on who I truly am supposed to be. Even now, he courses his left hand through my ruffled hair, full of what used to be some animal's dinner one-thousand years ago. He...
The Price of Being Loved
"the lazy inn, across the street from that mexican place la musica. it's room 128," dirk began as he pulled his wallet from his pocket, the leather having been thoroughly crushed by the pressure dirk's pants normally sported.
The Beastmaker's Journey
Nearby, wet sucking sounds flowed into the musicas lutra applied her oral skills to keeping the other centaur on the peak of arousal in preparation for his turn. very forward-thinking. these were still young centaurs, after all - little more than colts.