Chimera Fields [M] Watch the end through dying eyes

A man of few words. 

No matter, she didn’t really need his words anyway. She had felt it coming on suddenly—the heat in her belly and the unquenchable need. For the last few weeks, Scoria had felt off, her hormones going haywire. It needed helping, and this male may be of great use. Deciding then and there, she did not need the small talk. 

She needed him. For now.

The female made of shadows and nightmares sauntered over to the exceptionally large, bear of a male, eyes unwavering as she regarded him. “I’m just here to have a little fun.” With a flirty smile, she reached up and nipped his chin, turned tail, and ran.

Oh, the fun they might have should he catch her.