The Heart of the Storm
From below rose a sound, a wild braying and groaning, as though the trees shouted at the giant condor to drive it off.
Devilish Delights
The vulture moaned as his hips eased into that needy cunt. a sharp moan chirped from his golden beak. his white feathers blended perfectly with the cat's silky smooth fur. even in the vulture's moan, there was a constant calm, it was smooth as silk.
The Rave
Next to the feather-faced vulture, a large group of crow-like males were operating a hookah, sitting around it in a neat circle with their tailfeathers splayed outwards...
CFS 4: Insaitable Appetency
The lemur quietly clutched to the vulture. those wings spread out and began to flap, the vulture huffed, his body and the lemur's were hoisted into the air sluggishly.
The Endless Dungeon: Chocobo Lust
She said with a giggle and a chirp, her cloaca marked with the vulture's seed. "it's been so long since we came up against someone with a cock that could fill me!"
Culture Shock
Rory collected his bread and caught the vulture giving him this strange, unreadable look, before she turned her attention on a leopard that had roamed up behind them.
The Sleeping Dragon
They nodded gulping softly lobo then turned to a vulture sitting on the arm of his throne. "did you hear that sauron?" he asked the vulture lifting its beak and letting it slide off his claw tip, "all these years they've been looking for a baby."
Chapter VI: Moving On
The vulture suddenly broke the passionate kiss with his young mate. nestor still rubbed his beak on his mate, "what is it, feroz?" the vulture reached for a quill and a pad of paper.
A Public Ticklin'
The vulture was always itchin' to punish an enemy and it didn't matter one bit to him what the morals of the situation were.
[NSFL] An Unexpected Scoop
But once all that was done, he tossed the vulture's corpse on the bed, openly admiring her sprawled body. he did so with his eyes, his hands, his tongue, his teeth.
Digestion Quest
She never felt the knife and fork, but she knew she was serving as the vulture's dinner, a juicy, perfectly cooked roast mouse - well, perfectly cooked for a vulture anyway, given she was not only pink in the middle but still alive.
Despite All My Rage - Part IV
The vulture woman screamed. micheal emitted a warning tone and he pounced the back of the small dog and batted it around like a toy ball. the vulture rose from her chair and knocked the candle onto her desk.