It's goin down for real

"Hawk."

His voice called out to her, her flame like body alight in the sunlight. He had been hiding here, ever since his little puppet gave birth to that tiny whelp. She looked nothing like him, the one that had his colouration died. He was only interested in ones that looked like him, that he could alter and mold to be just like him. A wicked grin spread across his face as he stepped out of the shadows, orange body emerging from the darkness. It would seem that it was worth it, waiting here. Seemed like his little Hawk has returned for more. But then again, who didn't? He was one fine piece of ass, if he was a bitch he would keep on coming. He chuckled at the double meaning, slinking forward and pulling himself around the woman.

Charaz cooed, his body pressing tightly against her as he wound around her, drinking in her familiar scent. While he normally didn't remember the large amount of woman he had slept with, but this woman had bitten back, hard. Her smell was slightly different, but he didn't pay any attention to it. All he cared about was that she was here, with him. Another rumbling laugh left his lips as he tried to nibble on her scruff. "Didn't get enough the first time?"