Raped by a Pack of Feral Wolves
Your mouth is forced open and you let out a short lived scream as the wolf's knot is torn from your anus with excruciating force.
Familiar, Part 1 - Ebony
His torn shoes soon came upon solid stone as he came to the ruins of one of the old cities. with a turn he quickly ran up the steps and pushed open the old rotting wood of the door. inside the mountain he felt no safety.
Through the Looking Glass: Chapter 4-A
And at this point, a torn crimson shirt with a bloodied yellow star levitated into view.
Ian - Chapter 4: Custody
I want to be with alex, forever, but i also want see my brothers, i was torn. i looked down at my torn pant leg and i turned and saw the cut on my face in the mirror. i looked back at alex. "ok... i will live with you." "great! come on."
Crasta - A True Lust Story - Chapter 1(Lion)
My shirt had torn on the rough path i was on and spots of red were starting to peak under my dark orange fur. "godammit!" i took off my torn up top as i sat in the dust cloud i made from my fall. it started to sting.
Central Space: Part 1
Kellan stood and brushed herself, fiddled with her torn suit. if she held her hand at her chest, clutching the two pieces, it would look almost like it wasn't torn. she hoped it would, at least. and goddammit, she was a pilot!
+Stealth
>be a human rogue >your group was tasked with retrieving an artifact from some old ruins >issue is it's now a den for a pack of werewolves >argue over how to get it without everyone being torn apart >suggest you sneak in alone and get
The Wastes Part 3(A): The Smell of Vodka
"you were pretty torn up when we finally got a look at you. they had bitten deep into your leg, almost reaching the bone. the cuts across your face will heal and scar over time; you should consider yourself lucky young man.
Sex and Drakes and Rock 'n Roll
A vixen hung slumped over a windowsill, fur bleeding and torn in patches, naked and staring at the landscape in dull shock.
Rosemary and Thyme - Chapter Three -
Her gaze flickered towards the direction of thyme had fled, momentarily torn between the profound pleasure of the present moment and the instinct to follow her mate.
A Proper Bitch
He had torn straight through it and slammed into my cervix. he jack hammered into me, wasting no time in breeding his bitch.
The Rain Calls
Intestines were slurped down like thick noodles, and unidentifiable bits and pieces were quickly ripped and torn away.