Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

"i was young also when i took my first lover. or was taken, rather," he recalled with a soft curve to his lips. julien -- o, julien. wicked and passionate, evil as the rot that kills the ancient tree, and yet taltos had adored him fervently. the very thought of julien, even now, transported him to a place where his cheeks burned beneath his fur.

it was at that moment that peregrine playfully smeared him with a length of pig-flesh; the druid laughed aloud and dipped his muzzle into the thickening blood, pressing his lips against the caldera wolf's collarbone, hoping to sully him with the crimson.