Salty Sea-side
The fluffy violet-blue male growled under his breath, clenching his fist as he was sprayed with sand for the third time that day. If it had been any one child he'd have them by the scruff of the neck and taken to their parent, but it was like some...
Herb Retrieval
All three of the tendrils alternated, penetrating his muzzle, then sucking down his cock, and plowing into his rump. enough to drive a dragon wild with lust, his rod pulsing with his heartbeat.
The Ghosts in the Graveyard
Notes: Last Halloween story! I'd meant to get one last one finished up, but no luck, and I didn't wanna push it and burn myself out too bad haha. I think this one turned out alright, though I'm unsure about some of the tags. Oh well; hopefully it's...