Feral Victory. (XXIX)
That triumph was short lived though. for one, he never was able to kill them. after he disarmed them, the training session was ended or switched to a different human.
Origin of the FinalGamer 1 - Collision With Fate
The the chasers picked up their radio to transmit: "sierra papa victor, suspect's escaped on a black triumph motorcycle, make is speed triple 900cc, repeat, black triumph motorcycle 900cc, registration whiskey eight
Sodomising the Stallion
His scream was lost in another roll of thunder and avast neighed out his furious triumph as he pounded into glaw as if he was nothing to him, a body to be forced down, driven to submit to his will.
Teaching the Stallion
And it was very much due to come too, a throbbing crescendo that had him screaming out with greater triumph than ever before, finally feeling that he had well and truly lost his virginity, ropes of thick cum flowing into her fertile passage.
Dragon's Pride 14
"that's why darkness triumphs."
Smile Pretty, Kitty
A lower twenty-something lion looked smug as he triumphed over his bengal cat opponent, number 19. the leaner feline fell out of the running with a disappointed cry of unachieved release, as though he'd been forced to pull out at the last minute.
After Office Hours
She couldn't help the grin or the feral growl of triumph. god, throwing him off balance for once was such a turn on. however it didn't last long.
Antithesis, Twin betrayals
No, he will remain, long enough to witness the better man in triumph."
Path Of Paws
My life a quest | of which i knew from the young time | to the silver age the path of paws | i have long followed a life spent traveling | searching and pondering i know not where | from whence i came i see not where | i am to go of triumph and
Nature Daughter's Lament- WoW Fan Poetry
With a growl of triumph, and a pounce, changling earns her dinner. again she runs, and faster, her titan legs barely touching ground. she is flying! or as close as an earthbound can get...
Ander - Afterword
Never before has a novel made me feel anything so intensely, from the insane happiness at my characters' triumphs, to an overwhelming sadness bordering on actual mourning for their losses.
Autoimmune Scarring of the Myelin Sheath
That in the easy feast of triumphed humankind you should turn bilious and shrink away from dishes overspiced, from palaces too carpeted and too corinthian, from dances too exhausting ere we could complete a single round. i blame you not.