Sia slowly, gradually walks through the thick woods of Ashenvale, on her guard. She remembers this place, remembers having been here many times, having spied on the Alliance, the hated Night Elves and having killed quite a few in her time as Scout for the Horde. Now though, she wasn't adept with her blades anymore, that damned sickness contracted in Outland...
Author's Note: This story involves Non-human sex with the Big Bad Wolf. ----------------------------------- Red smiled at Kristen as the Wolf advanced on her, "Good afternoon darling... I have to get to Grandma's house you know, but the Big Bad Wolf here would like some of your time. It was a good fuck!" Kristen gasped as Red pulled the cape that had been...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** The Twelve Kinks of Christmas Knotting Ithilwen...
Wyxt is happy here. The orcs here fuck her good, and when she's not trying to strike out against the perils of the world of Azeroth, Wyxt can't complain to being treated good and right like the Slut Pirate queen that she is, even if a bit landbound. Sitting on the edge of a table in the center of the gang's hideout, Wyxt, even now, is swiping up hot cum from...
Molly and Richard were naked as they sat quietly in their bedroom waiting for the moon to rise. It would be full that night and both were eagerly anticipating what the moon would do to Richard and what he would be able to do for himself and for Molly when the effects of the full moon were felt. Richard is a werewolf, but nothing like the savage brutes of mov...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
Silverwood was not named for its trees but for the clean, white moss that covered its floor and every stone like bright, spongy snow. The druidic elves knew how the moss was kept clean and maybe even cultivated by a symbiotic relationship with tiny, opal beetles that lived inside it. On a night like this night, when the moon shone full and the moss reflected...
Anya felt her breathing run rampant as she tried to ignore the ache in her cunt. Looking around her outside, she found the dildo near where she had been lying and picked it up, and then located the ass plug, and finally, she pulled the soaking wet pad out of the bottom of her box. She felt tears in her eyes as she thought of the four big men and what she kne...
I would like to once again thank Archangel_M for his continued assistance, guidance, and grammatical expertise. I hope he will stay with me for the duration. Please vote and send your comments. -------------------------------------------------- "You may take your mate." The words rang in Guillame's ears. He saw no one but his little red wolf, in front of...
Wyxt is surprised, though only slightly, when Sia's hand finds her hair and the back of that dragon helm and presses... but she doesn't complain in the least. There's a faint, rising suspicion that Sia is like her, sometimes dominant and sometimes a submissive, and that brings a faint smile to the pirate queen's face as she considers possibilities. That smil...