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

time skip sounds good!

Arielle hardly even paid attention to where he led them; she was way too caught up in the moment. The bruin-jaw showered her with affection, and she reveled in every second of it. When she could, she would nip his jaw or nuzzle under his chin. Occasionally, she would run her nose through the fur of his neck and breath deeply of his scent. 

It wasn't until they neared the former healer's den that she realized where they were. She hadn't had a chance yet to start cleaning it out, but when they were both inside, she realized the cleaning had already been done. She had a feeling Aves had something to do with it, and she was touched. She would mention it later when she wasn't so distracted by his teeth and warm breath against the skin of her neck and shoulders. Her stomach fluttered and her heart started its erratic beating again. Her own breathing was as rough as his when he turned his attention to her flanks. By now, there was no doubt that the prince wanted the same thing she did. She was surprised to feel nerves bubble in her stomach considering how much she wanted this. 

When he finally pulled her into his arms, the nerves quickly turned into searing heat and tightened muscles. He would get no protest from the bruin-heart, only fervent willingness to give him everything he wanted. 

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She didn't remember falling asleep, but at some point she had, and she had no idea for how long. When she stirred and opened her eyes, she was curled into Aves' side, using his shoulder as pillow. From there, she could hear the steady beat of his heart and feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. Something about it made warm contentment spread through her. Arielle pressed her face into his fur and nuzzled further into him. As far as she was concerned, they could just stay there forever.