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

I'ma slap the M tag on here for the suggestive language even if nothing else happens! <3

The lack of resistance encouraged Aventus. He draped himself down over Arielle so his upper half gently pinned her to the ground while his lower half lay alongside her in the snow. She nuzzled into his neck and his heart slammed against his ribs. The breeze swept by them, still carrying that hint of the tantalizing scent that drove him to behave in so forward a fashion toward her.

Arielle was working her own magic, though. All she had to do was nuzzle into his neck to set his nerves alight. His belly felt like it was simultaneously full of leaping frogs and boiling magma. He felt like he would vibrate out of his skin and buried his face in her fur once more to ground himself.

Alas, the clever Bruin-heart found just the right button to push. He shuddered lightly when she traced up the side of his face and lost it completely when she nibbled his earlobe. Aventus could not stop his hips from jerking when her breath curled into his ear anymore than he could stop the hoarse groan that crawled up his throat.

He pressed his chest more firmly against hers and lifted his head to seek her eyes. His were aflame with desire. Arielle, he mumbled, then dove to cover her face in heated nips and licks.