How to Train Your Lupine
Each one had the same sour taste of that drug and each time he did, the wolf could feel his own arousal rocketing up.
Get Crazy Like Sour Skittles (prologue)
she couldn't help but watch him. he was so sure with each of his movements, graceful and perfect. she could see each muscle contract and relax under his midnight black fur. he was an expert at what he did, and she knew it. she was sure he did...
Bound To Happen [Commission]
Not when bagheera's _presence_ filled his mind and awareness like this, musk draped over every inhalation and the salty-sour taste of his pre clinging to the back of his throat.
Wolf in Sheep's Wrath
She was a sour girl the day that she met me, hey, what are you looking at?
Spirit Bound: Chapter 158
"first are the two soups: hong kong _wonton_ soup -- it has quite a bit of fish in it -- and hot and sour soup -- a vegetarian dish."
Home to a Wolf
The wolf says, shaking his head before leaning down to lap up all the butter, sour cream and cheese off the baked potato before him. rob shakes his head angrily. “they have no right treating you that way, tor.”
The Siren Experiment - Chapter 01 : Cold
The hallway opened in front of him into a sickening tube of sour, yellow lights. the far end held a ladder that would take him up; he only needed to reach it. _six shots,_ cyril had counted.
Sweatrag [Commission]
What musk he _could_ find was thin and a little bit sour, a little bitter, a little… rounded and _pungent_ like the constant miasma hiccupping about a stagnant tidepool, alluring in its depth and stillness.
Sampling Milk on the work
Sampling Milk on the work _There’s one place if you need milk on the Forgotten Sea, but don’t you dare to ask Furgor unless you have booze_ “_And that’s it. Where you’ll find your partner in crime!”_ The echoing thought came through the room, in...
Self-Aggrandizing (Sketch)
The taste was unexpected, sharp and a bit sour, undeniably himself with the same note of familiar headiness on it.
Eternal Service
The heavy, earthy scent of natural musk weighed upon asspig’s nose, shot through with sour notes of the unicorn’s ripe, salty sweat.
To_Tame_A_Wolf Chapter 3 1/2: Migraine's Recoil
Got sour balls and sweet lips makes it sour; your scared to go to church so you just read a bible. woo, i don't know what you on. please i go in like god.! power in my hand and the world in the other. my cock goes like splash, stutter.