SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
She was so new when it came to all of this, all of these different ways of achieving and worshipping and loving that he’s immensely pleased to show her the endless possibilities. And just as he’d said, she wouldn’t have to do anything – that he could have it handled and covered with delicate fingers and the gentle fierceness of his tongue as he strokes her. And the sounds that leave her, that she tries to stifle do cause a brief smile to hint at the corner of his lips.
She doesn’t need to stifle it, he doesn’t care what anyone hears. Besides, it’s far likely most people would be too busy with the chatter of downstairs to hear anything or care anyway. As far as he’s concerned he wants her to be as vocal as she wishes, telling him just how much she liked to be touched in this way. Though it’s not like he can’t see it, can’t taste it, with the way her body reacts to his ministrations.
She tries to press closer, and the hand around his horn tightens and he sighs a somewhat hot breath against her – diving in deeper, exploring with his tongue before his hand leaves from supporting her, to drift and trace around her leg once more back to her. The calculated strokes he gives her continue faster, partially shifting his tongue to be a small amount rougher – and when he thinks that she’s ready, he slips his index finger into her, to give her something to grind against as he plays.
She doesn’t need to stifle it, he doesn’t care what anyone hears. Besides, it’s far likely most people would be too busy with the chatter of downstairs to hear anything or care anyway. As far as he’s concerned he wants her to be as vocal as she wishes, telling him just how much she liked to be touched in this way. Though it’s not like he can’t see it, can’t taste it, with the way her body reacts to his ministrations.
She tries to press closer, and the hand around his horn tightens and he sighs a somewhat hot breath against her – diving in deeper, exploring with his tongue before his hand leaves from supporting her, to drift and trace around her leg once more back to her. The calculated strokes he gives her continue faster, partially shifting his tongue to be a small amount rougher – and when he thinks that she’s ready, he slips his index finger into her, to give her something to grind against as he plays.
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.
