Mark 3
mark's eartips flushed in response, which only widened sam's grin. he pressed further, "would you like a piece, pup?" mark nodded eagerly but mutely.
The Mark of Kain
He dreamed of changing the world, of becoming famous while benefiting all species, of making his mark. but kain was not a typical teenager.
The Mark
"i knew that his mark could summon because i've met someone already that had a similar mark. but this wolf's mark is just confusing...maybe i'll find out in the morning..." the lion thought and gave up tired of the day.
Fire and Bite Marks
He was smearing his scent all over me, marking me as his, all while entrapping me in a desire that i couldn't fight against.
Soul of a Slave 2 - Gilded Cage
It marks property, it marks territory. and most citizens of erekem have a good sense of smell. one that can detect even the faintest marking," the vixen said softly, reaching down to stroke andy's ears.
Marked by the Twili
[b][u][center]marked by the twili for matchstickwl by draconicon[/center][/u][/b] with the fall of hyrule, there was little hope left for the hylians. since link was captured, there was none.
Meerkat Marking
Timon was humming to himself as he was deep in a thick clump of bushes, hunting for beetles. They were thick-shelled, crunchy kind that he really liked. He reached for them, grabbing hold before they could unfurl their wings and flutter away. Crunching...
Mark's Little Bro
"i told you to put on a coat, dude," mark said. "sh-sh-shut u-up," alex replied through chattering teeth. mark laughed out loud. "there, there," mark said. "here, let me warm you up."
Counting Marks
On the belly were two patches, shaped the same as the markings on bruno's belly.
Mark of the Forest
Once the decision was made the leaves of the forest began to rustle and carry a whisper, "our marked has been chosen."
Marked Territory
He soon started to dry his light orange and white belly fur of his slim rabbit body with the towel, as he giggled looking at his heart marks on his left cheek and butt cheek, feeling happy for his body.
Farmer's Mark [PWYW]
S shoulders, up along his back, and then from there across the side of his barrel chest and underneath, feeling his ribs, his muscles, his belly… the hot, slick, wet warmth of his tapered tip as it shot forward from within his sheath, trying to find its mark