High Places
He made his way up to one of the high, windy places of the world, and there looked out over a vast, featureless sea. he might fall into it, he thought, and never be found. and if he did, the lioness and the jewel might at least live on without him.
The Blueprints
Finally the whispers lead to answers, and the shadows lead to doorways, which lead to a man sitting behind a table, in a dimly lit room, with putrid green walls, caked in dirt, featureless,
Earth's new beginings
I stared into it's dark, featureless face. "then why do you want me? i may not remember much, but i doubt i was important."
machoke doesnt actually wear briefs
I put my hands around my face to feel around, and i felt my snout, featureless as ever. it felt good to rub around my snoot, even if mildly. i put my face closer to the mirror and started rubbing against it.
Prime Drone 001
She whimpered as she obediently parted her legs, baring that black, featureless, but quickly dampening slit between them.
Chapter 2
In his hands he held a featureless strap. brilliant red in color, it was about ten or so inches long and about an inch wide, but other than that it was completely featureless.
Deep in the Woods
She croaked as softly, in as much of a whisper as was physically possible as the monster swayed towards her, its face growing oddly more indistinct and featureless as it approached until even its eyes were gone.
Lustbeast
Up close he realized it had no fur, its skin appeared to be slick and featureless, like rubber or velvet, powerful muscles rippling as it moved.
Daring Clothes
One of the doors read boutique, the other was featureless. maybe shelly was inside the boutique waiting. kara hesitantly pushed the boutique door open, a strong smell of oil, leather, and rubber wafted out to greet her.
Gym Experiences
The room he was in looked as though it were featureless. it was almost featureless, anyway, save for four rather egg-white walls, a chair and... a dragoness? she was in a rather corny leather dominatrix outfit.
Aurumvorax
Tayn rubbed his cheek down against the featureless medallion clutched in his hands as his chest began to rumble. he ran his tongue up the side of the piece in one long sloppy stroke.
The Life of the Party
Sliding it over his featureless latex face felt like going home, his sight unimpeded by the painted white porcelain. "thank you, sir."