Totoka River sleep with the devil you know

She bit onto the creature's tail and held tightly in her grasp. Ying buckled beneath the weight of his forearm — her chest pushed onto the ground, her legs struggling to remain upright — but held too much pride to see him win.

Kinda gruesome?

Skin from flesh; flesh from bone. Blood dripped from the wound and stained the fresh blanket of snow, furthering her hungry arousal. She continued to pull, if only to hear the erotic moans of joints snapping from place and scraping indentations into the rind.

Ying smiled. The corpse was warm enough to pretend that it was still alive and present, experiencing its harrowing role in their endeavor.