A Tactical Retreat
Inside the cabin, Chris fumbles around, reaching for where the keys could have gone in the mess that was the rough fucking he put the Princess through the previous night. He gets down on the ground, reaching underneath the couch when the window by the...
Artifact of the Feather
Nothing at all like a giant turkey, certainly not a veliciraptor. too large for one of those. perhaps he should worry less about what type of raptor it was. maybe he should be more worried about other things.
Invasion
Túzh?ní shrugs, biting her lip and shuddering. “Not long enough to get off to you fucking my-your servant wench.” Chris sits there, a human with a pteranodon-gal lay spread-eagle underneath of him and with an allosaur princess pawing herself to the...