Novel & Cerita Horny

Hound, gripping Binge’s horn with a vice-like hold, twisted the creature’s overgrown head and slammed it into the nearest wall, the impact sending cracks through chipped concrete. Anger radiated from Hound with each motion, his knuckles white against Binge’s twisted horn.

"Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickgirp. Have a care, Black Horn, he'll hit you with his stick." "A man must be ashamed of the company he keeps, Cellie," the handsome one said. "This man has the honor to be Jaben H'wan, once of the Free City of Black Horn. Would that he were home. This man's ill-bred companions in captivity are named Rorge"—he waved his tankard at the noseless man—"and Biter." Biter hissed at her again, displaying a mouthful of yellowed teeth filed into points. "A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?"

"Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickgirp. Have a care, Black Horn, he'll hit you with his stick." "A man must be ashamed of the company he keeps, Cellie," the handsome one said. "This man has the honor to be Jaben H'wan, once of the Free City of Black Horn. Would that he were home. This man's ill-bred companions in captivity are named Rorge"—he waved his tankard at the noseless man—"and Biter." Biter hissed at her again, displaying a mouthful of yellowed teeth filed into points. "A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?"

Therefore, Zephyr Khan did not dare to be careless. "Roar!" Just as Zephyr Khan was still thinking... Suddenly, an angry roar was heard. In the blink of an eye, an enormous creature raised its hooves and crazily rushed towards Zephyr Khan. This creature was like a Brute Bull. However, there was not only a sharp horn on its head, but also a sharp horn in front of its nose. There were two long horns on both sides, but the one on its nose was absolutely clear and hard to ignore. There were circles of texture on it, as dark as ink, like a black sharp blade.

I figured the red streaks and blotches were blood so I used that to convince myself that these beautiful,harmless looking animals had anihillated the Noir. Their slinky tails were like those of a leapord and when one turned to stretch I was astonished to see that they had two butts. In the shape of a heart. Their bodies were well toned and muscular and they moved with the elegance and grace intrinsic only to felines. And did I mention they each had a single,unicorn looking horn? It was either pink or green.I counted twenty and itched to pet one.Maybe I could take one home when all this was over. But I didn't see Ulrik.

My nipples harden instantly. *The shadows coalesced. Grew solid. A massive form stepped forward—taller than any man, broad-shouldered, covered in sleek midnight fur that gleamed like oil. Horns curved back from his brow, sharp and black. Amber eyes burned into her, pupils slit like a predator's. Between powerful thighs swung a thick, ridged cock—darker than the rest of him, veined, already leaking clear fluid from the flared tip. The heavy knot at the base throbbed visibly, promising to stretch her beyond reason.*

His body didn’t move though. Dear God, he has canines. She could see the sharper teeth at close range. Like a dog’s or maybe a vampire’s. She guessed it had probably been some kind of canine breed. It could account for the terrifying growl that erupted from the back of his throat that eerily resembled a vicious dog. She hesitated, afraid he’d snap at her with those sharp teeth if she got too close. “Easy,” she urged again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

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