No Grace in Defeat
The friction between their shafts grinding together did not sting anymore, but fueled dradgien's ever rising pleasure, the mixture of barbs and ridges stimulating him to the point where pain seemed naught but a distant discomfort.
Hisss Gaze
He could do naught to stare down at his chest, watching as the skin seemed to painfully part at the point of contact.
Streams of Life Chapter 7
"hmm naught out of the ordinary from anyone that's come from that way recently by means of terrace.
The Stable 2: Horsecock Boogaloo
For these words are naught for thee! a week had passed since my encounter and... extra job for mr tancred. i returned to his stable, part of me wanting to hold to the promise i had made to do the work over the whole summer.
Feral Playmate(Illustrated story)
With naught but a faint grunt, the tiger lodged himself balls deep into his mate, grabbing her thighs and squeezing them, the base of his tail pulsing in unison with the rich spurts he shot inside her.
Master Crane's capture
Crane was bound, silenced, helpless, his world of naught but touch and scent: metal; rope; leather; and the omnipresent touch and stink of wolves.
Ragnarok - VII
But it was all for naught. the hall was gone. either the soot were torchbearers, or else, they could ignite with nothing but a touch. their arsonry outsped me, and my news. the hall where i had lived was naught but ash.
Of Deserts and Skies
He sees naught but the sand, thunderclouds that chase him as his nightmares did. yet it was his hope, that at the end of it all, he wouldn't be a fool. he wished to help, only thing he did.
Tales of Torrnal: Chapter 5
Oh yes, sleeping atop a mountain with naught but what we had on our backs for shelter. wonderful idea, if you have a warm vixen to cuddle with i'd recommend it, otherwise, stay home.
Bribing the Beaver
But it seemed that his worrying was for naught. more and more villagers showed him the fish they caught and c.j. was quick to get some film of the really impressive ones, knowing that his viewers were gonna love it.
Streams of Life: An Ancient Letter
While they stand tall like a man and can speak poorly they yet are naught but beatmen, nomands wandering the vast plains fo the fields feeding upon raw vegetation.
Anicent Customs, Modern Drakes.
Earfins flicking, starting and twitching as they could do naught but detect every hot, lewd little wet sound the coupling of hips generated in infurating detail, helping the blush across her cheeks almost as well as her keen sense of smell was, which was to