Bearclaw Valley [m] Increasingly common practise of grill parties and consensual cannibalism

To her complete delight, he wasted no time; she felt him nip at her tail, and it only made her move faster. All the places he had nipped and nuzzled before seemed to burn as if to persuade her to let him catch her, and eventually, she would; but she was enjoying this too much to give in just yet. 

She saw him from the corner of her eye as he surged forward; it pulled soft laughter from her chest before she pushed ahead again. The thrill of playing with Aves battled with the longing for more of his affection, the latter eventually winning out. She slowed some and moved back within reach. Once she was close enough, she pushed her muzzle into the dark fur of his neck, his scent filling her lungs and heating her blood. She considered speeding up again, but everything in her wanted the opposite. For now, she stayed, too enraptured by the prince to move away again.