The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

he nodded at the other, scrupulously cleaning the last tinges of blood from his maw and attempting to avoid the bawdy thoughts that threatened to entertain bodily reactions within his own mind, as luke's tongue courted the crimson around his own jawline. the stark colour against the paleness of the other wolf's coat was comforting, and provided a welcome distraction to the growing tumult of his thoughts.

"it is welcome to have a belly filled with sustenance," he murmured, stretching out upon the soft grasses of impending summer. the coolness of the loam beckoned him, and presently he rolled onto his back to ponder the glow of the beauteous sun, and the shadow cast by the cold and towering body of the magnificent elk.