The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

"You are right," Luke drawled happily as he arched his back and extended his legs, stretching at length. He then allowed himself to topple into a roll, rubbing himself and his muzzle on the ground before returning to his feet and giving himself a shake. The white wolf's body was urging him to nap now that his belly was full (and since his earlier attempt had been interrupted) and for a moment he considered taking one right where he was, but as his jaws parted in a yawn he decided he would depart.

He walked over to Lasher, whom was sprawled on his back and seemingly content, and peered down at him with a smile. "Thank you for sharing the elk," he said with his tail gently wagging. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime!" He bid his companion farewell with a tip of his muzzle before slowly padding away. He planned to return to the elk later, to see if he could break off a piece of antler for himself, but for now his body urged him forward to find a comfortable, quiet place to snooze.

We'll have to have another thread sometime :)