Bittersweet Memories pt2
Being both a man of science and a man of magic, I am told by many colleagues and opinionated naysayers that my life stands in contradiction. They cannot believe I can hold true to both the laws of science as a geneticist and to the laws of the arcane...
Bittersweet Memories pt1
I had such a cute little dragon slut for a while, although it was a very long time ago. Being a non-'morph meant there were very few things he could do in life, but that never made him sad. What he loved was to be treated like a slave... something like...
What to do with a high class whore
Jessica Fireheart was the hybrid child of a dragon father and a salamander mother. It wasn't an odd paring as far as genetics were concerned. Dragons are a strange species, fully capable of breeding with mammal and reptile alike. Griffon and cockatrice...
Dirk: a celtic dragon's story
Hi, my name is dirk, I'm a dragon. Now I'm not saying I'm your "satanic" dragon that christains portray, nor am I the D&D dragon. Finally I'm not a human, that states themselves as a "dragon" (I believe it is a "goth" thing, along with vampires). But I...
The Return of the Lizardmen, chapter 3
With their desires satisfied, though, the cold ones didn't stick around.
Cracking Open a Lad with the Cold Ones
His eyes had adjusted to see all three cold ones, the curved walls of the cave... and no one else. "wait. what _are_ you?" "i am rekha," the cold one in front of him said, its mouth moving in speech now that he knew to look.
Cracking Open a Cold One
Windego was not the most friendly lizard to the casual observer. With a personality as cold as his blood and a six-and-a-half foot tall, unnervingly slim body, he seemed unapproachable to all but his like-minded kin, for reptiles were cold and...
A Cold One In The Hand (M/M)
A cold one in the hand by h. a. kirsch (hawkwolf) copyright 2010 --- i'd never had a bull before. tiger, cougar, leopard, black panther - the cats were the easiest.
The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 12
To tear the cold one apart.” she then snapped at marek. “the nasty sword woke the ghouls up and aided the cold one madak! you need to get rid of it!”
Blood and Coffee-Prologue
One of the cold ones had walked casually, calmly away from the main group and up to the light switch on the opposite side of the room. fear crept up the back of my neck. i knew we shouldn't have taken this job. i had told her.
The Frosts on her Feather - Chapter 17
“cold one,” she uttered, eyes never wandering off from what lay in the blizzard. “he is here.”
Coming Back
It is my firs time writing so i really hope you like it :3 (i do not own the picture, just found it on google xd) it is based in something that actually "happened" in some way while meditating in the forest today it was a dark night, a really cold one...