Mouthfeel
Slowly proxy stood, stepping gingerly to the edge of treb's hand and looking down into the damp warm maw like a high-dive champ contemplating a jump.
A Piece of Cake
Kobalt used his thick tail to close the side door to the house he shared with his micro roommate, seeing as his hands were occupied by holding onto a cake box. The buckaroo carried the cardboard and cellophane...
Inside Job [Commission]
Still they clung to him, carrying the same strong yet flat touch of musky headiness that had wrapped so tightly around him while within andrastra's maw. while
To Be With a Dragon
The cavernous maw was where it all started. with a third pass of the tongue the raptor would quickly wrap his arms around it to give it one of the most powerful hugs of which the little body was able in his still tired state.
Cavern Canoodling
Rubbing her feet against his maw, letting him worship her. he'd always wondered what would happen if she pushed him too far. part of him had wondered if there was a too far. probably close to that.
Steeping Stoat
Kobalt finished pouring the hot cocoa he'd just finished brewing from the pot on the stove into a large mug, before setting the pan aside. The buckaroo turned slightly, reaching up to open the cabinet to retrieve...
DETERMINED Interloper
Kris chuckled softly, lifting their head up gently, taking simon into that warm, wet maw. the tongue of the human, thick, wet, and powerful pressed up against the monster mouse like an enormous, fat tentacle.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 9
Sometimes sulla would be the one to flop backwards, mouth open and tongue hanging limp, chest rising and falling in slow, unsteady breaths.
A Mouthwatering Tribute
As humid as the jungle air was, it was even muggier inside the dragon's open maw, as if vel had entered a balmy steam room.
Securing the Stoat
The hybrid worked his mouth open and closed a little. "just like i promised, we went on the ride most of the day." the stoat sprawled on his back in a puddle of buckaroo drool in kobalt's hand.
Night Visitor (Vore Story)
Fizzle took a moment to steel himself before he stumbled towards neil's open mouth, attempting to use the movement as a sort of lift to get him higher up on the deer's head, maybe even clamber up on those antlers...as his jaws closed following another loud
Drink Me
Zylen could see the open maw he was being pulled into and suddenly wished very much to have his head back inside that musky foreskin. the uvula twitched and teased the bird as the cat leveled his head and closed his mouth.