[Character Profile] Byaku-ou
»birthdate: october 1st »gender type: intersex »nickname(s): bya, fuu »orientation: dominant (top) »occupation: keeper of the western throne ============================== **¤personality¤** ============================== »outlook: ?
Dark Descent - Chapter 2
He immediately worried that ran and fuu found the courage to stage a counterattack against him, but he quickly dismissed it. they didn't have that kind of malice.
Dark Descent - Chapter 3 - Damnation
Rook, meanwhile, pulled fuu into the shower with them and began washing the dried cum off her body.
Dream On
"fuu..ck." was the wolf's reply as he slid his hand onto the radio to silence it. it read 8:26 on the digital display but the 21 year old felt like it was two in the morning. as the wolf reached his arms up he was greeted by his new roommate.
Hungry Kitty
"fuu..." grunted the stud. the long cock wedged in my muzzle throbbed and jerked. i could feel his flare expand in my throat and every surge of his cock sent a blast of horse spunk right into my belly.
Dark Descent - Chapter 4
Of all the things to call refreshments, rue didn't expect her to bring ran and fuu along with a glass of water!
RFL chapter 2: We Reap What We Sow
Somebody get me the fuu-" my cries for savior were cut short as a piece of fabric was roughly shoveled into my muzzle. "hey! there will be none of that or you're punishment will be worse you little cock-warmer."
Rebirth
The man has his silver hair slicked back with a heavy amount of grease and a well trimmed fuu-man-chu getup on his face. currently he'd looking down at a paper that he's folded over so that it shows the local stock market.
Rough Housing - Chapter 4
"uhnnn, uhn, uhn... mmmmm oh f...fuu... fuck!" cory was lovin' what he was seeing, strokin' himself and standing with his footpaws apart, his dark-green and almost opalescent hide a frozen sea piqued by his scutes.
Rogue - 01 - In the beginning...
"fuu.. that's what you sai..eh...d an hour ago" the jerk knows my hotspots and a particularly good thrust at the right angle will make me melt and push back despite any discomfort, bastard. "ahh yes! harder!"
Bustin' Sire...
"fuu... fuck...kuh... oh damn... oh..." "goodddd...!" jason squealed, sparying his mess all over the far wall. bloody nutmeat all over his big three fingered hands, jason found himself unable to comprehend what had just happened.
One thing ends, another begins
How do you even- oh fuck... oh fuck... fuck fuck fuu- a warm feeling lies on my lips, gently trying to open them. i stop struggling against it and open up.