A Masterpiece in Motion
**a masterpiece in motion** _by korpse\_infested\_karnival_ (kik) _(author's note: ah, i do love dragons, and i do love knights. i love fine art, and i love fine literature, as i'm sure we can all appreciate.
His Masterpiece
Not a masterpiece yet." the collie scanned the room and finding your face once again he proceeded to let a large wad of spit ooze down from the tip of his muzzle.
Painting a Masterpiece
"to me, you're a masterpiece."
Painting a Masterpiece
Amalia was standing behind her masterpiece and grinning all the while, as a leaner, stronger ethan picked up his own jaw, setting it in place with an eager grin. "no idea, but you did say it was good to be fashionably late, didn't you?"
Mission to Live
A new day rises, another Mission ahead. A different beginning, another fission of emotions An earlier start time, another wave of blistering heat. An evening of sweat and crime, another one down. It is this time, this wave of unending heat The...
Not a Masterpiece
(grey, if you are british) until another masterpiece is fulfilled; my feelings will revert to skittish i will never reach my master peace, for i am not skilled.
The God Dragon
Element dog observed the masterpiece existing all round him and became awestruck with its immense complexity and wonder. he sought to witness the entirety of this work of art, and with his elements he created a rounded surface adrift in the masterpiece.
Cocoa's Masterpiece
"then they'll just have to watch me admiring my greatest masterpiece yet~" circ mewled as his blush flared all the further, bringing his hand paws up to cover his face and feeling the heat of his embarrassment
His Masterpiece 3: True Love
This is part 3 and the final installment of his masterpiece. it's about the systematic manipulation of a red fox at the paws of kaizo, a sociopathic border collie with a penchant for turning dogs like you into barking bitches.
His Masterpiece 2: Razor Love
His masterpiece 2: razor love you hadn't had an orgasm in six months—six torturous months, maybe more, let alone touched yourself.
Behind the Wall
Here, every night was a masterpiece of indulgence and anonymous pleasure. tomorrow, he would do it all again... he couldn't wait. end
First day (Chapter 1)
His brown fur mixed with the white perfectly, seeming to fade from one color to the next like a masterpiece. he was a masterpiece, a moving statue of a greek god. he kissed me and then looked into my eyes.