Hellhound's Toy (Rocky Road Version)
It wasn't until the figure was well in the glow of the molten brimstone that they could see it was a demon carrying a large sack over one shoulder like a twisted version of father christmas.
Day 1
The stench of his breath was like that of pure brimstone, mixed with the decaying meat of a previous meal. worse for them, the saliva was clearly corrosive, given the way the planet started to melt like a cracker in a bowl of soup.
Popapocalypse
#4 of inflation-bursting stories a commission forhttp://www.furaffinity.net/user/metadedede when a fox unleashes an apocalypse, it's not as simple as fire and brimstone. contains cum inflation, sex of all sorts, and many, many bursts.
The Cabal: Invocation
The walls were lined with red brimstone, and a dried riverbed. a crack in the wall stood before him. the skies hung overhead with purple clouds and fizzling embers raining down. he sauntered inside; golden honey clung to his skin.
The Alluring Paw Massage
The alluring paw massage, by brimstone wolfein the faintest of clicks disrupt the silence in the air down a city ally way after a long dry sunny day now onto its last quarter of the evening.
The Seeker, Chapter 2
"good brimstone isn't it!" my dragon lady said around a big mouthful. "it is what we eat, we must have it to maintain our body temperature and supply our fire plume with fuel.
Hellhound's Toy (Vanilla Version)
It wasn't until the figure was well in the glow of the molten brimstone that they could see it was a demon carrying a large sack over one shoulder like a twisted version of father christmas.
Career Shift Without a Clutch
Lovely to meet you, i’m lily brimstone, head of talent acquisition here at succucorp.” she offered her hand with well manicured red nails. without even thinking about it cameron shook the offered hand.
The Stallion's Treasure (pt 1)
Under the pall of the brimstone lamps loading engines chuffed along rusting steel tracks, and longshoremen spat brownish phlegm on the cobblestones.
The Barbarian Chapter Three: His Battle
The grasses parted, a shimmer of air became reality, ash and brimstone flaking away from the figure that was now there, as rakel the half-blood, her own spear in paw, blocked their path.
Bowser fart days 2
"and the skunk stuck his small size cock inbetween those brimstone smelling fatt cheeks of bowser..rubbing it in and out.."
Trick or Treat
The smell was unmistakable to someone like him; barely there, but it was the scent of brimstone, decaying flesh and morning dew. but the rift, like every other one he had ever encountered, was alone. it had no creatures nearby he could sense.