The Dwarven Book of Orcs

It had been a mere four days but how he yearned to be back in that cuddle pile again. cuddlepiles!

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Overcasting Shorts 4 - Greater Yearning

But she had to, for she felt her lip bump against something posed at the top of quill's womanhood; needing, twitching, yearning.

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Stablebox Delights

The small dwarf used the orc's own slimes of yearning to slicken his orctail up until it shone in the torchlight and was slick as a green eel of five inches thick.

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Ch. 1

A yearning. a want. to not be there anymore. to be anywhere else. everywhere else. i didn't want to spend my whole life discovering the same things. it was time to go! the licensing exams are boring things.

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Kokuei's Messy Diaper

This was exactly what he'd been wanting and yearning for. it felt right... and he felt good.

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Don't Lie To Me

He yearns for the lizard's arms around him, yearned for him to touch him lower, deeper. he struggled with his hands, his wrists bound by a single, tight fist.

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Escape from Palworld: Foxparks

A gentle nuzzle and a lick against his cheek was insufficient to communicate her yearning. but, if he wasn't going to read her mind, then maybe he could read her body, “i-i want you to mate with me!"

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Charizard's confession: Now or Never

More than that, it was contained with trust, passion, yearning and love for each other.

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Reckless Lusts, Unspent Passions

"we need...we need to..." his mouth yearned to liberate itself of that burdening word crawling from the back of his mind. _retreat. go back.

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Begging for a Pegging

He yearned for that final confirmation of his submissive status, the conclusive_pop!_ that would finalize the ancestral canine mating tie.

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Ch. 22-B3

My thoughts brushed his, quiet, pleading, yearning, and were met with golden hues, pride and pleasure and want, growing, flooding all of it. all of his senses.

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