Better Than an Autograph (OLD)
Closing his eyes, desmond laid his chin on top of floyd's head, who flattened his ears. "mmm... hey, desmond?" giving floyd's ear a gentle lick, desmond replied "mmhm?"
Damaging Smuggled Goods
desmond's pucker was swollen and raw from the abuse. desmond's screaming never stopped. just like sovy losing his mind in the sex, desmond lost his voice in the inarticulate wailing. all that sovy picked up was, "oh god, oh god, stop, please!"
Your Mom's Birthday
"desmond, that's my _mom!"_ desmond scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed his bottoms.
Familiar Equipment
Cress was immediately much more interested in desmond.
Riding Dirty
She yowled as she squirted, caking her digits and the downy fluff on desmond's neck. down she went another inch on desmond's snout, such a measurement seeming quite small, but it was enormous for desmond.
New Life Blues Part II
Zenark kissed desmond on the lips; it was loaded with affection, not lust. desmond enjoyed _that_ kiss in the strangest way.
The Farmer's Daughter
Her anus tensed, smooching desmond's snuffling nose.
Bringing Out the Worst
desmond smiled. aivon hated desmond's smiles. he had an entire gamut of smiles which the bird had memorized.
Taking Care of the Tauntauns
"mhm," spitey murmured, wrapping his arm around desmond. a beat, then desmond asked, "how are they?"
Heat and Warmth
desmond and writing (c) me anna (c) fa: annathehyena "desmond. hey _de-e-esmond._ wake up." her voice was gentle, almost sweet, but desmond caught the edge in it even as he came out of sleep.
Turned Tables
desmond did remember, he remembered with surprising clarity.
Joy of Johanna
"your name is desmond, correct?" "oh, yes," desmond answered. "it sure is. desmond lank-," he winced. still in the habit of using his old name. his egg donor's name. "desmond rasputin," he corrected.