Virtually Real Part 41: A Typical Monday Nightmare
trace's dad didn't have any help and trace is a good person, so his dad must have done something right." "he abandoned them." "that’s not the way trace tells the story. he said his dad had to leave to protect them." frost insisted.
Cursing Love
Hair that formed and traced a happy trail, similar to oliver’s, by going from a tufty cleavage to over the belly button, then to the groin. one covered with another tuft of hair, but stickier. and muskier.
Dary - Training
The harder she concentrated the more of her human level of intellect surfaced, although stripped bare of any trace of once having been male.
Unicorn in the hand
The unicorn whinnied, her body quivering in pleasure as tai traced the crop over her sensitive flesh.
Horny Kittens and Hung Studs
No traces of feline spunk, no traces of xeno’s heritage after an entire year. right on time for the year of the horse. a perfect sight as coach kissed xeno on the mouth and then planted his cap on xeno’s head. “nothing left to change, bud.
The basilisk’s victim 1: Old Connections
Perhaps," he whispered, fingers tracing down spittor's forepaw, "i should just show you instead." the sensation of razzek's fingers tracing along the underside of his jaw next made the drake rumble with joy.
Every Second Counts
He watched her trace out a heart over his thigh, gentle enough that he only felt a ghost of her touch through the barrier of his pant leg.
Rein-Bound - Chapter One -
A third time, he snapped the traces on her rump and she squealed and quivered again, but he knew her vocalisations weren't of distress and pain – but actually of pleasure and arousal.
Oswin Wins
Moving a paw from her curvy hips, he traced it up her back and then placed it onto the ground ahead of her wing.
Zoo to Zoo
The last of the three humans vanished without a trace before he'd taken a second step. the green-blue light vanished and the lights returned to normal, leaving no trace of what had occurred.
Dran and Mist - Chapter Five - Memories
Trine stirred, hands tracing across her chest to find that her wounds had healed, the bandages falling away as her claw sliced through one of the renamon's tidy knots.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- The Unlikely
As she begins to speak, she traces patterns in the dusty floorboards, as if to draw her old memories.