Alistair and Mira Rava are an elegant, predatory husband-wife pair in public. Well-mannered, loving, tender with both their partners and their prey… The kind of predators that make their human house-guests feel safe and happy — and more importantly, off the menu.

But in private, well… Every so often the temptation overwhelms them.

It’s their anniversary. Over a long, slow night spent stuffing and cooking a gourmet-quality human meal together, the tension builds.

At first, it’s simple flirting: Mira casually sway her tail, showing off the warm and wet folds waiting between her legs. Alistair’s cock slowly lipsticks out of his sheath, as he inhales the scent of roasting human and vulpine arousal.

But soon, things take a turn for the predatory. The oven dings. Alistair springs to his feet, licking his lips and placing their lovely human ‘dinner guest’ on a silver platter… and Mira can't hold out any longer. The vixen’s eyes dilate, her stomach rumbles, drops of drool drip down on her human prey like rain… and within moments, she’s gone absolutely feral with desire and lust and hunger, to let her inner predator loose and just devour her human feast.

Moments later, the table is overturned, the wine spilled, the carefully-prepared human delicacy carelessly shoved down Mira’s throat to curl up inside that foxy stomach. Legs spread and wafting heat-scent into the air, nearly growling in predatory bliss and suppressed need, the full-bellied vixen looks up at her husband — is she begging, or demanding? Even Mira herself isn’t quite sure.

To Alistair, his wife has never looked more beautiful. He’s been ready for this moment for hours. Their lips meet, and instantly he’s pushed down to the floor as Mira mounts him, lining up her dripping folds then sinking down to take him to the hilt, claiming him for her own — there’s no way to deny a horny, full-bellied vixen in heat.

Imagine what it must be like for the human within: so hot and wet, the air going stale, the sharpening pain of digestion. Her predators are ignoring her -- knotted together in predatory bliss, grinding their hips up against each other, growling and biting and fucking until that lucky human is crushed down into nothing but a belch, a pleasant memory, and mush…

As the night ends, the canine couple are slumped up against each other, still knotted together, passed out on the dining room floor. They’ll wake up tomorrow, but their anniversary meal won’t: she’s long gone, snuffed out between the two rutting predators. Neither Mira nor Alistair even noticed as her last breath emerged from the vixen’s muzzle — a crass and careless belch, after a particularly deep, satisfying thrust.

This loving, predatory couple will go back to being respectable and well-mannered first-thing tomorrow, their meal forgotten.

But after so long always being civilized and good, who could blame two anthropomorphic lovers for the occasional guilty moment of embracing the inner animal?

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You can read more about Mira and Alistair’s yearly anniversary feasts here! https://aryion.com/g4/view/737676 and https://aryion.com/g4/view/743300

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An absolutely lovely holiday commission by  ragnar! Featuring the delicious  hiroe as Mira and Alistair's wonderfully filling anniversary meal~

wolfSnack: I appreciate comments if my stories got you hot under the collar, they're so much more personal than a favorite -- it's always helpful to know exactly what people enjoy, so I can make the stories hawter for you in the future ;3

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