Rising Anew-Chapter 5, part 1-
"what do you think we should do about the supplies naree?" he asked. "well... i think we better learn to hunt." she said matter of factly. narcenac sat wide eyed.
Public Bondage: Bound for Their Use (erotic eBook teaser)
With her sight deprived of her and her body locked down, ignorant to all touch bar what she was given, every sense seemed heightened, the musk of a male flooding the nares on her beak as she shuddered in place.
The Last Tale- Chapter Five
The scent that hit my nares was herbal and alien, completely foreign to anything i had smelled before, but not wholly unpleasant.
Game Night
The firehose blast of piss filled my world and stank in my nares and flooded my gut--it only took a few seconds before i was _full_, and not much longer till my belly started to bloat out in front of me, like i'd swallowed a soccer ball.
The Breeding Club
But she was there for a reason and nalu panted lightly through her nares, her fluffy tail flicking keenly with due intent.
Honey Cake
Her nares flushed deeper as she rolled on the cushions and stretched her entire body outwards. hands sliding over the smooth surface as she brought her knees under herself.
Gryphon's Home
A bright red flush coloured blaze's nares as he blushed in embarrassment. "i didn't think i was that good," he murmured, lowering his head to glance at the sand beneath him.
A Dream Cum True Chapter 1
His arm scales were a beautiful and vibrant blue, as was the rest of his flesh including his tongue, pawpads, and his fleshy nares.
Reclaiming Their Wings
She felt the heat rushing to her face, burning in outright humiliation as she picked up the stronger scent from the male, it was filling her nares and making her almost dizzy.
Lost Legend of Agrok: Chapter 3 of Rivals and Rio
 â â agrok couldn't help but blush a bit around her nares. the small female was thankful for the dark shadows as she searched with darkened nares.
Essence of Flight
A deep breath flows into my lungs, hissing through my nares as i stroke sharp talons down my chest, just teasing the feathers into place, another hand habitually going through my crest, lending itself to that air swept look, not that flying doesn't do
Santuary in Hell (flash fiction)
He's hurt badly, his leopard tail is nicked and bleeding, his arms grazed and burned, his nares pour blood from their ruptured sinuses, his chest grazed and pocked with holes, and his beak is crooked.