Bramblepoint whining like a little pup

Swallowing on nothing, Hiemis imagined the pretty and fat rabbit. That sweet taste of its meat on her tongue and it dropping down her stomach, stuffing it full. Suddenly the amount of saliva in her mouth increased and she had to gulp down again.

She was starving. The last meal she had was a while ago and that stolen salmon of hers didn’t count.

Rabbit? Not thinking straight, her mouth ran on its own, complicating the situation more. Fuck, she bit on her tongue to silence herself but it was too late. What do you want for it? I am not really hungry but...