Hand of Hell: Chapter 3, Theft
The wolf, fang was the one cooking at the moment, rock having gathered plenty of wood with his mighty axe and the others setting up a safe primeter before all settling down, mainly resting against the trees around the fire.
Master Crane's capture
The wolf's tongue traced across the wolf's fangs, over his lips. the canine spit in disgust, shoving crane's head away. the wolf turned forward again, marching. the steady bob registered to crane. they were going... somewhere, along a path.
A Fun Camping Trip
It finished, continuing on with his licking at any reachable remains from his teeth, once he finished he looked at the wolf. “fang
Sheep and Wolf ch05
Richie's heart shot out of his throat and it fled at the sight of the wolf's fangs and killing intent in its eyes. richie himself followed two seconds later.
Chapter 3: The End
The bear roared in agony as he felt the wolf's fangs gnawing on his throat. in excruciating pain, the strength to pull the lupine off of his body somehow came to him.
Breaking the Recruit
The wide open eyes, so wide you could see the whites; the bared wolf fangs, visible through lips compressed in anger; and the ears pointing forward and quivering in time with the equine's futile attempts to keep the drill instructor off his back.
The Seige of Barignon
Valen knocked it aside, but the wolf's fangs followed the blow. valen's arm raised to stop the creature from seizing his neck and he wailed as fangs ripped through his flesh.
“Grandma, there’s a wolf here for dinner…” Part 8
He gasped, "you have short little wolf fangs!" it was true. all four canines now had points. suddenly i could feel my dick throb again, and i realized that i was having another orgasm. "oh!"
Bate night
Already, brian's eyes were turning yellow and his teeth morphed to take the sharpness of wolf fangs. but watching nick changing and growing in front of him triggered something on the back of brian's mind.
Loving Like A Wolfwere
I felt wolf fangs bite at my arm and i shivered, remembering how sharp they looked despite the wolf being shorter than i was. nervously, i gave in and looked down, already stiff anyway, and got down on all fours, figuring that would be best.
The Lycanthrope Tails. Chapter Twelve.
Unlike frostbite this wolf's fangs were all evenly matched, with the exception of a single fang that jutted from the side of it's black muzzle and up along it's lip. "snarltooth."
Wolfed
He didn't feel the wolf's fangs. instead, he felt his tongue. the big canine was slurping him thoroughly, starting with the vulnerable front of his throat, and then moving up to his face.