The Kindly Irishman....... And his beautiful little Carlos.
The wolfhound merely watched his younger lover sleep, looking over his short, soft fur and créme colouration, the way sunlight smoothed over his tan soft spot, unique to chihuahuas.
The Fox And The Hound: The Past and The Present
He then commanded his grey irish wolfhound, who was now old and resting peacefully inside his barrel.
A Vignette From the Roadhouse: Russet's Recollection
The bear, confused, did as he was told, trusting the old wolfhound, and removed his boots, the wolfhound sat down cross legged and taking off the bear's socks, he pressed his thumbs into the sole of the bear's paws.
The Green Night
"do not presume to apply your degenerate heathen witchcraft," sneered the wolfhound only gawain could see, "to my righteous admonition!" "you got it." bertilak said.
Demons Beware
He would have fought off that dog mortal, the time-scarred wolfhound - he would have! he would have fought him off if he had not been so desperate for a carnal release...
D.E1 Chapter 9: Haunting Memories Part 2
He was the reason for the irish wolfhound to be alive to that day. that little puppy wasn't small anymore.
Special Benefits
. :) ivashin (c) ivashin **"special benefits"** by wolfhound baxton ivashin grunted comfortably as he sat back in his luxuriant leather office chair and took a drink of coffee.
Indulgences [Side A]
It was an odd place to find an irish wolfhound like me. i seemed to tower over everyfur that crammed themselves onto the dance floor of the night club. i was wearing dress slacks and a collared shirt tucked into them.
Collar 15 -- Answers
The wolfhound paused. "t'weren't possible not t' say that ye were kept away from school, an' i had t' come up wi' a reason that would satisfy such a curious cat as he.
Private School Woes: Ace of Spades
Those massive wolfhound balls clapping his belly with each pound. the now-familiar feeling of a heavy knot stretching his spade open. faster, harder, pushing the wolf to higher and higher levels of pleasure.
World of Chaos: Book Two: Chapter Six
I couldn't see above the crowds heads, but the large wolfhound found it simple enough to part the crowd for me, until we found our way to the front of the gathering.
Tonight: An Erotic Furry Tale
Hector was an irish wolfhound. my sister and i were german shepherds. to us, hector was a giant. if he started something i would certainly step in, but i'd probably get my ass beat to a pulp.