Zelzamal

Warning: Contains mentions of vore and mild mouthplay. Morgan (c) Mistress0Minx Tyrenan (c) Me Morgan: //the voices in her head, echoes of many arguments and reprimands past rising to mind, were a deafening chorus of 'what the bleeding hell were you thinking?' and various snarling questions of the like... they would only have been worse had the more prominent thought at hand not been quite so loud... the thought of... 'ow.' a private, keening, scream of it, really, as she ground her teeth against the want to share it as she lay, burned from that cadet's attack and bloodied from the rebound and debris of her own, blinking at the swirling lig

Everyone in India feared and respected the jungles. For how you could purely fear something of such majesty. But as well how could you completely respect something so dangerous and threatening to your way of life? But this is how people in the villages are. They live their lives knowing to be cautious but also not go crazy within the dense jungles filled with all forms of life. Some of it is harmless and beautiful like the colourful birds. Others are deadly and must be taken with caution. Such as the snakes, wolves and large cats. No such large cats were as notorious as the man killer Shere Khan. A fierce tiger that has taken the lives of sev