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

If Arielle would go along with this, we can fade this with your next post or time skip it if you want to continue the thread! If she wouldn't we can continue normally!

With Pharaoh's fellahin, Aventus had experienced two kinds of lust, with bloodlust threatening to win out. Something about the smaller coyotes incited it in him, a need to thrash and spill blood. The affair had been short enough that the fellahin came to no harm, in the end. Since then, he worried how he might react to another in the same situation.

But he marveled, as he led Arielle with goading nibbles and adoring prods of his nose, his side pressed to hers as often and closely as possible, that he felt none of that need with her. Only burning desire and a care that verged on tender, if one of Ursus stock could be such a thing.

They arrived at Mosskeep. Aventus felt it was the perfect place. Evien's old medicine cave was spacious, clean, and well isolated. The only better place might have been Stillrift, but coming here with Arielle felt like coming home. He led her up the gentle slope and into the dry, dark interior, where he wasted no time plying her neck and shoulders with tongue and teeth alike. His touch was more heated than before, more urgent and daring. When he felt a little bolder, he ventured to her flanks and did little to hide the ragged quality of his breathing.

When the time felt right, when he thought she might be ready, Aventus sought to gently draw Arielle into the circle of his arms and share with her the primal dance of all beasts.