It's goin down for real

"Damn straight, Hawk. There is no one out there like me," he cooed, is breath hissing between his teeth at her bite. Blood pooled to the surface of the wound, only to be lapped up by her wet tongue. His body tingled with delight, his toes digging into the cold dirt. He nuzzled her soft cheek, his lips pulling up to her ear. "And just how would you like me to make you feel alive?" he hissed into her ear, dragging his fangs down the side of her face. He thrust his chest against hers, pushing up against her with a great amount of force behind it. He wanted her to beg for him to take her, to plead for Charaz to concur her form once more. Delicious memories of their last meeting flashed through his mind, the amount of blood they drew while he took her roughly. Teeth gritted together, the lust easily building up in his orange form.

Pulling back from her he walked so that he was behind her, his chest pushing against her rump in a teasing manner. A guttural growl left his mouth as he placed rough nips around the curve of her hips, growing in roughness as he pinched her skin between his teeth. He wanted to hear her moan, for the whole cavern to be filled with her call. He would make her scream, there was no doubt in his mind. He would concur her form over and over again, until she dragged her tired body from this hole.