Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

Donovan catches the smirk of Merrick’s slim muzzle and the glint in his eye. Donovan meets him with the same energy, smirking over to him. “It’ll definitely be worth your while, darling.” He practically growls with the heated threat of fucking Merrick all over again.

“As you wish.” He hums smoothly, voice of the softest velvets yet still holding its usual base. “Can’t wait ‘till next time.” He chuckles with a sly wink and he’s strutting off. The curl of his tail bouncing as he saunters off. His usual swagger evident in his confident stride. He can hardly wait.