The Pits
You better hope your champion, a fresh face she-wolf in the pits, has what it takes to save her fur — and your skin. (this used to be on pastebin, but has been moved here since the purge) cover image is from: [https://e926.net/posts/1801474?
Into the Pit
_deep in the pit, the eldritch beast awakes once more._ axel secured his armguards tightly, making sure it would hold on for what was coming soon. it was almost time for him and the other four to jump into the pit.
The Pit
She opened her maw, shook her head in disbelief and was about to strike down when a sudden light lit up the pit. i quickly stood up. "i knew it!" i yelled in triumph and pointed to our new guest.
Pit Stop
I really didn't have time to write this, but the idea came to me in the middle of the night and wouldn't leave me alone until I put it down on paper. So here you go, I hope you all enjoy. **WARNING: ** This story is full of rape. Chelsea was halfway...
The Bottomless Pit
Around the outside of the pit was the red carpeted walkway, which led to the different rooms.
The Gaytor Pit
This time we're taking a break from the fantastical, and going straight to the pit. i usually have some plot in my stories, but not today! this one is just pure raunchy fuckery.
Pit Stop
“F-fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming again!” Kiroki screamed out, her grip on the tree in front of her tightening, clumps of moss coming off the bark in her fists. Behind the Irish Cob, a lion. He stood a foot shorter than the equine, he was fit, handsome...
Lord of the Pit
It was there, at the edge of the pits, that he found a cute little red fox being ragdolled by an overzealous moose.
Swallowing the Pit
He launched these heavy bursts of seed deep into the pit, where the viscous elements of his spunk quickly drained downwards into what now could be seen as a thick pile of bones.
The Viper Pit
Renzyl put a rubber party hat on top of the sealed snake before they lowered him into the pit, once more making the journey to the bottom.
The Pit Crew
**the pit crew** written by leo\_todrius supported by my patrons carlos had fond childhood memories of the pit stop on the way to sheridan; the evergreens were so tall and thin but they offered perfect shade in the blazing light of summer.
Pit Stop
It was the friction of the pit hair, the heat of the pit, the sweat off his pores, and brian loved it all. he made out with that pit as if it was his own, embracing it, letting it coat him.