Open Season Chapter 06: Hocus Focus
I said, a delighted lilt to my voice, as flit zipped around the room. "air elemental? or is it an egrigore creation?" i asked. gwen blinked. "flit's an air elemental, an assistant of sorts. you know about them?"
Brendon
"mmmph...now i need a shower." he purred with a sigh, gracefully sliding to his feet and silently slipping out of his room, still clad in only his bare fur as he headed for the bathroom, hips swaying from side to side with a soft feminine lilt.
Another Dip [Patron Reward]
She hummed to herself, some lilting melody she'd learned from a group of smoky-smelling vultures a long while ago, and let her hips shake back and forth to that beat.
Another Dip [Patron Reward]
She hummed to herself, some lilting melody she'd learned from a group of smoky-smelling vultures a long while ago, and let her hips shake back and forth to that beat.
One Way to Last Longer
That last sentence came out as a lilting whine and jake's big ears twitched back a bit as he felt a slight twinge of guilt. it was thursday night and ralph always went out on friday for his weekly workouts.
Meeting the Callagiers
She asked in her lilting soprano voice, her hand extended. isaac nodded yes and shook her hand.
In Sithen's Harem: Chapter 1
He lilted his voice hopefully and the great heavy muzzle nodded in affirmation. "i won't fight it." the fingers slipped down and the claws bit against the curve of his rump cheeks as the drake stepped forward.
The Elves of Perfection Pt 2
"the forest blows softly in that lilting breeze the pinnacles of the mighty trees rocking back and forth, like a child rocking on a chair.
Lynx Dilemma 1 - A Virgin Caught
It was enticing, lilting, carefree. he turned to look in its direction, away from the path, and tired to remember what he was just thinking about. he couldn't though, and stepped into the trees towards it.
A Gryphon's Tail, Part III
Rhaelyn's lips were curled back in a pained grimace, his voice lilting even higher this time. his eyes were closed tight, tears of pain welling up at their corners, and his ears were slicked flat as agony coursed through his every nerve.
Kioga 3: The Aristocracy of Ego
"i'm most grateful, father," lugo said with a charming, boyish lilt. and then his voice dropped. "thanks, fucker," lugo added, laughing.
The Sword and the Scabbard - Part 1 - The Hearth and Hammer
He says, a lilt in his voice indicating he doesn't quite understand that word. "intolerant?" corrects ty. "yeah, that." stutters york. "about gays. intolerant." and suddenly, a whole lot of things started to make sense to the little fox.