The dark temptress had always sought comfort within the shadows; her body melds with them after all. Her escapade with the monochromatic beast had been within the darkness of the grotto, a fitting lair for those who share such carnal desire, and now she roams amidst the moonlight between the crags in search.

Tendrils of the night’s penumbra reach out to cling to her equally inky pelage as she walks silently along. Delicate paws grace the rocky surface as she ascends and moves in and out of the silver light of the twilight. His odor is heavy within the area and she knows that he has come searching for her since their last encounter. It is not an unusual trait to be seen within a male, although her last Casanova had not seemed to care so much for her well-being. It serves him right to have those children dumped at his doorstep then.

She knows that she has conceived already from the small rounding of her abdomen and the flood of hormones that had overcome her. The demoness is already upon his trail when his call rings through the air, of which she swiftly cuts off with a rumbling growl as she slinks in from behind him. ”Too lazy to seek me out?” she taunts with narrowed eyes, their pupils lost in the darkness of the color. He is as handsome as she last remembered although the night has a way of adding a certain… allure to him unlike the previous time. ”Round three won’t be as fun…” she speaks as she circles around to face him now, the tone in her voice betraying what it is that he may seek to know.

It was never as pleasurable to delve into such desires once it was known that one was already with child. It just took away the appeal in her mind. She looks to him now in silence, quietly commanding a reason for why he had come, although she likely already knows.