Charcoal

Charcoal is hurt out in an arid desert. His dark scales absorb heat and he needs to he brought to water or shade.

They find shade in a nearby cave, begin making out, coal accidentally bites the player and they can't move- and charcoal uses them in any way he pleases.

Coal stopped struggling momentarily, looking up at the new presence. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to assess whether this was friend or foe. After a few seconds passed, his expression softened, revealing those same gentle features underneath the scaley hood covering his face. "Sssssssss...." He managed to hiss out, voice raspy and weak from dehydration. Charcoal then attempted to crawl closer towards Mason, dragging his heavy body along the scorched earth. Each movement caused him immense discomfort; droplets of sweat trickled down his scaly skin. Despite his obvious distress, there remained an underlying sense of trust and desperation radiating off of him.

Charcoal eagerly accepted the offered drink, his tongue flicking out quickly to lap up the cool liquid. It felt heavenly going down his throat, quenching the dryness within him. As he drank greedily, his eyes closed involuntarily, savoring every drop. Once satisfied, he slowly opened them again, looking down at him gratefully. "Sssssss.." he hissed in gratitude, softly before leaning back against the rock wall nearby, closing his eyes once more to catch his breath.

Charcoal flinched slightly at the sudden touch but didn't move away. Instead, he raised an arm (which ended in a scaly hand) and tentatively reached out to pat the air around Mason's head. "You... kind... humanssssssss.." He muttered, still sounding weary but somewhat calmer now. He remained silent for several moments, allowing time for both of them to recover some strength before finally asking, "ssssshelter? Yeessssss?"

Charcoal slithered forward, face dark with blush. " i.. mate with you?.." He asked quietly.