The Pale
The thick, creamy, load coated my burning flesh in slickness that made his thick shaft squelch. his hot breathes bathed me as he used his mass to roll me onto my back, hand pinned the middle of my chest against the cheap mattress.
The Hunter Appreciates
The acrid smell of heated metal and burned flesh stung my nostrils. i took a deep breath and poured the fire on even more. he may have angered me more than usual. eventually the fires stopped. i stood there, arms and wings dangling at my side, heaving.
Soren's Early Years; Part Six (conclusion)
The smell of his burning flesh didn't faze her in the least. "he never even asked my name." soren growled. "his hide would've made a great rug." ambros said, a hint of his former self returning.
Soren's Early Years; Part Four
As the two werewolf bodies filled the already suffocating air with burning flesh, soren crawled along the floor to ambros, past a furious ingvarr. she picked up his spiritless head, pulling him into her lap.
Meet me in my room
The smoke, the smell of burning flesh, the blinding flashes of condensed energy blasts singing patches of his fur as they barely missed their mark...they didn't care. none of them did.
Meet me in my room
The smoke, the smell of burning flesh, the blinding flashes of condensed energy blasts singing patches of his fur as they barely missed their mark...they didn't care. none of them did.
Grey (English version)
The flying monster sank back into the church, but a faint scent of burned flesh remained. grey did not linger, but flew down into the forest.
"Atonement" by Nahualmorph
The elephant screamed and again, his nose filled with the scent of burning flesh. only this time it was his own.
Accidents Happen, part one
The ground around the disassembled scraps of metal was charred and there was the distinct acrid aroma of burned flesh and fur.
The Prophet Chapter One
But the smell oh lord it was like someone had burned flesh" she says shakily as she sips her tea trying to calm her nerves. "then i went outside, of course i had my cane with me just in case i was attacked myself.
Slave Trade - Numb
He quickly looked over the bull's wrists and ankles where the glowing bindings remained their unnaturally firm grip; there were obvious scorch marks in tharis' fur, but surprisingly no scent of burning flesh-- the energy from the sardassi apparently
Watcher of Arceus Chapter 12
Even with his partial blindess, the unique shape of the scar was unmistakeable, the burned flesh in the shape of an miniture hourglass. "i'm looking for the sigil's. i was told they had a reservation here." the man stated to a waiter.