Crossing the Rubicon ch. 1
She's an elf, with a mohawk, and piercings up and down her ears. "and you're the dane, huh? damn, you're a tall drink of water. i might be asking you to warm me up, if the nights get cold." "gods, celeste," rav says, with an amused laugh.
Reverie
It was from her academy days, before she decided to go for the mohawk. she still had that spunky look in her eyes and in the obscene gesture she gave to the photographer.
Beckoning Night
Already sweating, he ran his hand through his red mohawk, scratching his sideburn at the itch. each of his two finger hands with a thumb grasped something, one his bag and the other a dagger handle.
Morning Meeting
A blocky, pyramid-like mohawk, with thick golden braids to the back of his head. a snug and handsome jacket over a simple vest, and dress pants.
Getting A Little Convention Ass
The smaller ass collapsed onto the mass of muscle under him, arms squeezing around his boy's waist as stronger arms wrapped around his neck and large hands stroked over his mohawk.
All's Fair
Staring at it twisting to one side of the stiff, black-and-white mohawk, he panted as the large form glanced up and about. not wary, but simply aware. those brown eyes returned to his face. 'hmm, perhaps your advance party simply fell behind.
Awkward
Ellie was shapely but slim, soft-spoken and meek; zuri was busty and wide-hipped, wore her mane in a mohawk dyed vividly pink, and was one of the biggest and most strident student radicals at starkers. "of course not!" will said.
Batitude
His hair had been worked up into a taller mohawk and the tips had been dyed red. his long, supple black tongue licked his lips as the wind blew across his fur.
The Domination of a Submissive (2)
His shoulder armor remained, but he was nude from toe to the tip of his mohawk.
Making a Herd
His face was stretched into a long muzzle with a smirk on it, tall and fuzzy pointed donkey ears rising up from his head on either side of a black mohawk with orange streaks.
Full Service
Over his head poked the spikes of a red mohawk. metal glinted off of his ears, his nose, his nipples. the tattoo of a dragon snaked its way down his majestic chest, through his rippling pectorals, down to...
Proper Atire
He lifted one horn up and carefully affixed it to his head, glad it was so easy with his mohawk. he had to admit, the horns were awesome. made him look like some kind of demon.