Breeding on the Beach: Lust, Sluts & Summer Fun (erotic eBook teaser)
Sometimes, the slow burn was the way to go as she dipped her fingers into her pussy, aware of a presence behind her, but, frankly, not caring enough to look around. "maybe i can help you there?"
POV vore - you and Master Viper
As it soaks into your fur, a slow burning sensation spreads. it's no surprise, but it's not welcome either. with a last desperate effort you try to kick, but the stomach is wrapped around you fur-tight.
Kenapocomoco
Tonight, in a slow-burning state. the pounding, youthful hype that sometimes (and rightfully) gripped them had, now, given them a bye. no, in their maturity, they felt no rush. let it simmer. simmer.
Forest Keep 52
The rumour that nokala was being tapped for his position merely fed the slow burn eating at his vitals.
Old Stuff: we are not meant to be
Two weeks ago, a slow-burning desire to clean up had sprouted into a white-hot flame. and now things were great. he'd even put plants in his house. on purpose. and he was watering them. it was amazing.
A Bitterleaf Tryst
What had been a slow burn was now an inferno. waves of harsh arousal swept from between moira's legs and in her lower belly outwards, to the very tips of her wings. she was something less than a pokémon now. something lower, more beastly, more savage.
Morphtalk by the Blog Dog: Blogisode 5 Part 2
Cutty's second, and he's a sort of "slow burn" guy anyway, his cock taking a really long time to get warmed up, but once he's hard, he stays that way.
Prologue: Inhandra
Her fingers moved faster, stroking along the pink hood at the apex of her sex as her other paw worked that toy in deeper, twisting it around in her increasingly wet grip, stirring up a pleasurable slow burn.
Three's A Crowd
The slow burning in her belly had flared to a raging fire; she could feel the wet heat in her nethers, felt the swell of her slit rubbing against her coils, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure of through her. but she wanted more, _needed_ more...
Forgotten Gods Part 2: Risen From The Depths
Oscar ran for her, ignoring the grotesque liquid clinging to his feathers, the slow-burning agony that was his torn shoulder - that half-severed tendon was hanging by a thread, he was certain of it now, the old injury had been crushed into solid pain by that
Love Lost, Chapter 7b: Projections, concluded.
He doesn't give us any trouble, but every time someone takes him, he comes back a week later with complaints of methodical misbehavior, like setting small, slow-burning fires around the home and humping house guests.