What if Tarran had not been mugged?
(soft vore, graphic digestion)
 
It was a rather uneventful afternoon, the sun still shining brightly high in the sky, warming the crow's black feathers. Tarran was walking since the morning, trying to cross the distance between 2 towns in one day, as he didn't really fancy sleeping under the stars. carrying a small, dark blue bag over his shoulder, filled with travel essentials, and the black, diamond-like jewel he was commissioned to deliver. The road

(1) Welcome

“Come on, the last one inside is a used jockstrap!” Max shouted over his shoulder. He had already made a dash for the front door. Shouts of “cheater!” echoed from the twins Duke and Tyson as they followed hard on his heels.

Palmer didn’t follow his younger brothers. He grumbled sullenly as he continued to pull suitcases out of the back of their car. The house actually looked nice, a modern farmhouse style

Centre of Attention






    

Joe had never thought he was anyone special, and as far as he knew, this morning was just like any other. He got out of bed, stretched, showered, made some coffee and toast for breakfast. It was only when he glanced at his phone while he sat at the kitchen table that anything seemed outside the usual routine. The news