SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
She melts the way he wants her to, shifting and twitching against his touch when he finally does reach her. He hears her sharp inhale, feels her buck her hips reflexively, and with it he smirks lightly – realizing her limit of how she can’t quite move as much as she would likely like to. But he continues on, the pressure increasing a small amount, lowering his head to the inside of her thigh again, dragging his tongue softly along the inside of her thigh – so close and yet so far.
But he shifts his hand so his knuckles aren’t at the forefront any longer, and instead he presses his thumb to her in gentle circles at first – trying to elicit those sounds he loves from her so much, waiting delicately to praise her for them when she does. The horns sprout once more from his head, giving her something else to hold onto should she want to, a way to guide him aside from his hair if she wants to.
But he shifts his hand so his knuckles aren’t at the forefront any longer, and instead he presses his thumb to her in gentle circles at first – trying to elicit those sounds he loves from her so much, waiting delicately to praise her for them when she does. The horns sprout once more from his head, giving her something else to hold onto should she want to, a way to guide him aside from his hair if she wants to.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
