Beachfront Fisting
She rolled her eyes at me and faked punching me with her wing-arm, but i was so much bigger than her that i barely felt it.
4.1 - Havoc
She hugged herself with her wing-arms, consciousness still a bit weak. she hoped they would be together in heaven if they did die ... the mouse glanced out the window, looking for luminous. it was out of sight.
The Rave
The former human felt wing-arms stroke and pull on his tail and head, legs and arms, and then felt a pair of beaks press against the downy folds of his cloaca.
The Corruption Competition P1
The rubber bat said as he felt the tendrils of power already begin to dig deep into his new plaything's brain as he continued to hold him in his wing arms.
Nocturne
She'd stayed up there for half an hour, flap-flapping her winged arms constantly (for bats could not glide like birds could), all around, and by the time she'd landed, she'd been panting for breath.
Quiet as a Mouse
She jabbed a wing-arm at him. "then why are you getting so defensive?" "i'm not!" "even ketchy's noticed. you were the same way when you got that driver's autograph last year." "that was different. he's my all-time favorite!
Repeat Performances
Simply running his fingers through her shortly cropped two-toned hair before reaching up to play with her ears melody giving soft hums of pleasure as he did so, wrapping her large, winged arms round them both like a warm blanket as they both began to doze
Ferocity chapter three
He walked with no hesitation over to ichigo, and before the bat could stop him, he grabbed the winged arm. "look at that.
Commish: A Surprise Transformation (chapter 2)
She stood up, grabbed him by the wing-arm and pulled him to the window. he sighed with gratitude. "oh thank you, thank you..." "what's your name?" she asked. no bat had been mentioned on the case notes. "black.
Making of a Burd Part 2: Doing Burd
He tried to move his wing-arms and pull up his legs but they were strapped with what felt like leather restraints. "hey!" he screeched, "what's up here? hey! who's in here? what's going on??"
Of Scurry and Flight
Her winged arms around his neck and back.
Feathered Folly
The feathering was white and black, alabaster and ebony, soft looking as it roused up and the wing arms folded along the curve of his body, the fingers just visible.