The Yanme'e
The brute captain pointed at the first large energy barrier, then at the second. then he pointed at the ground where he stood. giving a nod, the other brute quickly shoved five grunts out the barrier, quickly following them to scout ahead.
Forest Wolf, Mountain Wolf
The brute bit into her skin as he ejected his pent up heat, filling her with his thick seed. he collapsed on top of her, his head laying on her chest as they panted together.
The General
Larger than a brute, stronger than a brute...yes...him... the general. nar closed his eyes, and traced a finger up his thighs, using the lubrication of the salve to better stroke his great sangheili sheath, giggling rather loudly, rather childishly.
The Great Escape
He was one of the brutes at the shipmaster's dinner party. will jumped on the brutes back while it was distracted, and drew a knife from his chest piece but before will could make the lethal blow the brute threw him to the ground and swung his hammer.
The Master Punishes Raine
She felt the ground digging into her shoulders as she lay with the brute busy between her spread thighs.
Immortal
A tracer slashed from the sky, straight down into the top of the brute's head.
Not Finished
He was a brute, pure and simple. his prey on the other paw was much the opposite. small, almost meek looking, the fox collapsed his weight against the rough brickwork.
Revelations - The Setting
Now brutes and throwbacks are referred to as mentally or physically disabled, though most people still use the non-p.c. terms or worse.
Dumb Muscle Part II
The brute gladly aimed lower, dousing anna's tank top until she looked like she had entered the world's most disgusting wet t-shirt contest. even then, ash had piss to spare.
Journal of The One-Eyed Dragon Entry 1
Three days, i filed that orc with my seed until that brute came to the ruins. little to say, but i taught my brute well because after bashing in the heads of his groupies me and sir mazoga, took turns at fucking the orc brute before killing him.
A New Adventure
A big brute of a trainer had walked in with a club heaved onto his shoulder and a heavily scarred grovyle stood beside him. "there's the wretch that stole your food, kill it then take the rest out." the brute chuckled evilly.
Concurrence: Chapter 7
He looked towards the doors where the brutes had spilled out from, then back to his companion.