Spoils of Conquest
As his nose touched raven beak's tight anus, he sighed, and the chozo deigned to rub the back of his head. "pet," said raven beak, speaking over the snuffling of the foxcoon. "sir?" raven beak traced his tongue along the edges of his beak.
Spoils of Conquest (Alternate Take)
He could only focus on raven beak's sturdy anal musk which filled his sinuses with its rich flavor. raven beak's pulsing cock drizzled its precum across the foxcoon's belly.
Private Negotiations
"i also have a proposition of my own for you, raven beak." by now raven beak was grinding his beak together. reasonable demands all around, yet it irked him that he was submitting himself to them. he was leader for a damn reason! still..."
Dusk Falling: Midnight
Garavier chuckled and wiped it away with the back of his paw before reaching down and prying the raven's beak open with his claws.
Snapshots - Raven Feathers
A gentle smile creased raven's beak, indulging the flirtatious mists to embrace her, intimate as the act seemed with no clothing to separate her from this ethereal suitor. what a curious meeting place her lover had chosen!
NaNoWriMo 1 - The Details are in the Devil
Feathers spread across the membrane of his wings as his wingspan pulled in slightly, the gold and red all over his body fading as his muzzle hardened into a dark raven's beak.
Musk Stream Story 5: The Demon and the Monk
The incubus was too fast, his own pants dropped and his heavy balls on the raven's beak. the scent, already powerful on the fingers alone, nearly destroyed his mind as he took a direct smell of it. "i'm not going to touch you, monk.
Dinner Date
With the majority of the little feline starting to curl up in his belly, and only his slim legs and tail left outside that ravenous beak, it was easy going.
The Demon and the Monk
The incubus was too fast, his own pants dropped and his heavy balls on the raven's beak. the scent, already powerful on the fingers alone, nearly destroyed his mind as he took a direct smell of it. "i'm not going to touch you, monk.
Hallowed Hearts:A conjuring (Word Count: 2050)
Ursula demanded, tapping the raven's beak with her claw before stepping back and beginning. reading aloud the verses of an almost forgotten language, voice taking on an otherworldly echo as it boomed off the walls of her cabin.
Joy Ride Radio
The raven would simply chuckle at the display as he watched every second of the show, the lynx's legs spreading to reveal her wet panties as a few fingers teased at the fabric - the faint smell of her sex reaching the raven's beak as his own hand cautiously
A Ghostly Game
Then they too were tucked away, the raven's beak closing over them with a _clack_ that sealed him inside. he was warm. he even felt safe.