Shadow of the Dust
Replacing his dust mask and goggles, the lone wolf silently unlocked the restroom stall and crept out of the abandoned skyscraper back into the swirling dust cloud that cloaked his movements from the undead world.
Angel Dust
Sweet honey nectar of pain Pouring slow and tantilizing through my sluggish veins Whispering sugar secrets under my skin Tempting Sweeping me from reality Playfully Seizing my muscles with youthful strength Perplexing my mind And siphoning bits...
Gold Dust
He shook out a small gout of dust. he continued pouring out the remains of the wolf, forming a small pile of golden dust along with tiny silvery bone fragments.
Lunar Dust
"anyway, these pouches contain lunar dust, which, when dissolved in liquid and ingested, allows people to change when the moon is full.
Portals CYOA CH 9
I doubt anything has lived here in at least a century, there's way too much dust in the streets. if anything is alive in here, it has not left any of the buildings anytime soon, or hasn't done so in this part of the city.
New Blacksmith in Town (Haley TF/TG)
As a huge fan of "dust: an elysian tail" it was a pleasure to do. one of my favorite games of recent years. terry was an aspiring businessman.
Chapter Five: Yowling in the Light
"is he a dust bunny?" he asked curiously, his mind beginning to wander to the female sitting on him. "dust bunny? hmm....are you a dust bunny?" aimee said absently. she then turned promptly and asked the dusty "ball" in her hands.
Resonance
dust's cock strained.
Dust in the Wind. Dust in my Lungs (PMD:WNA #2)
I shut my eyes as dust and debris sparked against my hide. my arms encircled the two of them, pulling them close to me. holding on to them for dear life as dust filled my nose and scrapped the metal shell that protected us.
In the Fire's Wake
"dust!!"
[Commission] (half a story) Hazbin Hotel presents Angel Dust in: "Paying the Bills. It's barely a living"
He spat on his hand and started rubbing his dick while looking angel dust straight in the eyes. angel dust gulped. "whenever you're ready, jackie-boy" the director yelled out.
Blood In My Face
A window into the vulnerable angel dust, the _real_ angel dust. you hiss, and you keep him embraced in a vice grip. your forehead presses to his. "angel. . ." hoarse, real, honest.