Haunted Wood Candy corn Season {Mature}

Good. Though the thought of having a mate meant nothing other than breeding and procreating, to create a new generation that would take over for him once death finally took his last breath was enough for him to keep Serem around for as long as possible. Of course... provided that she keeps showing she is the best individual for the position - which he had faith she would.

I suppose we should practice until you're finally pregnant. His voice lowered, sultry, a silken sludge that musically sang from his putrid tongue, stepping forward as to close the distance between them. Offering a mild headbutt, he pressed against her forehead before sliding his muzzle over her head, sliding over her ear and brushing across her neck with mild pressure. 

He was insufferable. Insatiable. It wasn't as if he had gone a while without screwing, and yet here he was, ready to immediately make their coupling official and begin their journey toward parenthood - even if she wouldn't in heat for a few more months.