Nightmare Playtime
Adama looked around. The lion was unfamiliar with just where he had ended up. It was hard for him to remember how he got there either. He had been talking with Cas and then everything was hazy. He appeared to be in...
Holiday Cheer
If you say so," adelaide replied, spreading her legs and opening her wing-arms to full span, revealing her round, rosy breasts. her sex, glistening wet and pouty with arousal, was also on full display.
Routine Maintenance
The wyvern let out a groan and slumped onto his wing-arms dramatically, letting his head loll in an exaggerated display of exasperation.
Sweet Tooth
And scooped up the six bags of jelly beans in her wing-arms and left the room. "and no snooping for the hiding place. i'll know if you've gotten into them."
The Assignment
He extended a wing-arm, warmly. she smiled a strained smile of faux-surprise and allowed his wing-arm to wrap around her side. it felt good.
Let the Bed-Bat Bite
Her winged arms opened and folded round his back, keeping him from trying to rise, like wrapping him in a living blanket.
Melt Away
The bat lazily leaned back in her chair, letting her delicate wing-arms drape down to the floor. the other rooms in their old, drafty farmhouse were carpeted. not this one.
Open Fire
She stretched her wing-arm above them both and tapped her screen. there was a brief burst of light. then pulled it back to her face. "alright. i'm good." "what ... what did you just do? was that your camera's flash?"
(2019-08) How to Hunt for Dragons
With her head held low and wing-arm outstretched, she approached him in a way meant to be non-confrontational.
Louder Than Words
She caressed his sides with her wing-arms, tenderly. speaking in a soothing, gentle tone. "doesn't sound like a lot, but ... you know, every bit helps." she hugged him, wing-arms like velvety blankets. they covered him all up.
Transformed into a Bull (part three of three)
Oh, he could smell so much more as a bull, even as he gripped her tightly in his hands by her wing-arms, fingers finding a place to slot in there.
Our Waltzing Days
Her winged arms came from her mother, of course. and her fur was a pretty, dusky mauve. her ropy tail was furred, too, like her mother's. at first glance, the baby looked more like her father. but many of the details skewed to 'bat-like.'