Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

likewise, he wished to know the reaching details of the lovely hollow wherein luke had come to rule. gold and emerald tantalized the eyes, and he could smell water nearby, perhaps that of the creek for which the land was named. he too, wished suddenly, fervently, that luke would join him at donnelaith, but imagined it was rather improbable now.

he was swiftly dashed from his thoughts by the smoulder in his lover's voice, the pull and bend of musculature as the pale wolf rose and darted away with salacious words upon his lips. lasher laughed, fire licking suddenly at his belly, before he silently coursed through the underbrush after the round hips of his alabaster swain. presently the druid drew alongside luke's flank and nipped softly there, before falling back to teasingly prolong this seductive race.