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

Aves' growl rumbled through her and made her breath catch in her throat. It was a primal and possessive sound, and he had made it in response to her. She thought she might burst with excitement. Even though she couldn't imagine feeling this way for anyone else, she liked how it felt to know he wanted her only for himself. 

The feeling only burned hotter in her chest when he leaned his entire body into hers. And then his arm was over her shoulders, and she willingly let him pull her closer. She also put up absolutely no fight when he took her to the ground. She landed beneath him and immediately nuzzled her face against his throat. The snow was cold against her back but it was easily forgotten when the rest of her was buried beneath his weight. She continued to nuzzle against him and breath deeply of his scent. She moved slowly up to his ear and nibbled at the silky fur at the base, hoping to elicit more possessive sounds from him.