Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

merrick was caught by her skillful descent, the flash of rosepink beneath her guileless fur as she submitted to his unconscious dominion over the territory. aware that she could only be sweeping him closer, the coywolf chose all the same to edge his voice in an approving rumble. "don't tell me you do this with everyone you meet," merrick teased, sidestepping with scarred muzzle directed her way.
she was pretty in a pristine and darkflowering way, but these days nothing roused the frigid flesh of the bearking. his interest, however — the idea of her lovely throat torn open as gobbets of crimson floated among the flowers — he blinked, turning his face for a second to one blackened expanse.
"travelling?" his tongue paused beneath teethtips.