Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

merrick allowed her to titillate him, this alabaster little demon with curved hips and a devilish tongue, but if she meant to rouse him to more, she would find the bearking unwilling. for him, for ursus, he had seen his corvid kill. he bore her marks. he belonged to her.
and so merrick only watched as the proud sorceress moved off, her pale figure jaunty and soon dispersed between the gently waving wildflowers.
for a long moment, he only watched where she had gone, and then moved back to ursus, his own step sauntering and pleased.