Wapun Meadow honeywine

that certainly escalated. merrick nodded with a renewed sense of familarity in the tiger. while he did not believe the nightshade would bring the wrath of ursus against him, he still mourned their separation. merrick could be parted from any creature, even avicus and aventus, but not from her. never from her.
"just fucking for you then," the bear-prince observed, leaning back on one elbow to admire the muscular profile of the saint. "i don't assume i'm the only one." and you do the same. what need was there for affection when the flesh could be so exhausted instead?