The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

he listened as luke outlined his affection for the antlers, watching with delight as the azure-marked man trailed his lips along one of the tan tines. mesmerized for a brief moment, he belatedly set about musing over luke's question as he tugged at the exposed flesh, tasting the salted metal of lifeblood. his hunger roused itself with zest and lasher fell to an extended partaking of the elk meat, thinking all the while of its roaming spirit, now surely laid to rest.

appreciative that the other showed such courtesy unto him, taltos gestured that the other should join him at the savage feast. "perhaps i shall take one of these tines, then, to see if i might find in it that which you have described." a small smile, his gaze lingering on that of luke, and then the earthen servant fell again to his task.

the scent of the other's pale fur, coupled with the burned image of the delicate lips moving rapturously over the antlers, caused a tightening within his abdomen, and he moved away after a few moments, licking blood from his jaws as he sought composure.