Relief-Chapter 3 by MonsieurFoxy
Paul then minced on bare feet across the floor of his bedroom, to clasp hands with his big burly hans. the dog just grinned, letting his tongue wag, and grabbed lover close, giving him a deep sniff.
Breaking the Vows
Matilde's words were blunt, and she didn't mince them and thorin was taken a bit aback he didn't think he would be the cause of the nun's current predicament, she paced back and forth in the room, thorin closed the door so that if anyone came by they wouldn't
Time Passed
Sampson had intercepted the gauss blast meant for jacob using his own body, resulting in his arm being nearly severed, and much of his torso getting minced, but he was still able to return fire, killing the would-be assassin, and, the rest of it was lost to
Father Figure
In front of you, an angry horde of beedrill, ready to turn you to mince-meat. you could see the blazing anger in their eyes, the sound of your death hidden amongst the deafening buzzing of their wings in unison.
Chapter 3: To Renew Purpose
A soft beep announced that the lamb mince was thawed and he removed it from the heater. the mince was still nice and red. not cooked at all but soft enough like it had come straight out of a butcher.
Undercover Mission Gone Wrong
If the vulpine wasn't mincing his words, then her fear was warranted. because this wasn’t just about to be her first time being intimate with a predator, it would be her first time experiencing sex, period.
What Happens in Pirate Cove...
Rather than mince them, he communicated with physical affection. first he nudged up to zack, notched his plump phallus between the twink's bare rump cheeks and softly ground in.
One Good Turn
Out in the light of the streetlamps, he could see that the two looked reasonably well fed, and the vulpix had a surprising spring in her mincing step, given her hunched and weary posture back in the alley.
The Last of His Kind
With a quick flick of his hand he slathered the drug onto the minced meat and started kneading it. wincing while zeus climbed up his waist to get to the food. "almost there, pal, almost there." ...
Exposition
He waited in line at the canteen to buy himself a mince pie, a cookie and a small soda, then wandered off around the corner to the puriri tree under which he and his friends usually sat and ate lunch, out of the way of general traffic.
MoonDust, Chapter 22
Bruce didn't mince words. "they got enough annihilation bombs into the crater to seal the base. i'm not sure who held the field, but i wouldn't be surprised if the paf are moving in sappers to blow up whatever's left underground."
Perma-latex Cyber Sissification
The lessons, re-learning how to walk, swishing his brush and arse from side to side in a mincing, _sissy_ way.