SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
She forgets about the pain to her body, and he forgets too as he indulges in her, deepening the kiss and moving with more purpose, leaning toward the edge of his aching need and desire for her. He can hear her voice leave her, as she opens her mouth for him to tangle with her, to explore and let her explore in turn. But her legs tighten around him and she arches up, hips bucking against him and driving him deeper, and he growls into her mouth.
But then, then a glimmering light is seen and it distracts him, and he pauses in his deep kiss to withdraw, to spy the wings that form from her shoulders, splayed out on the bed. Like an angel, he thinks… So at odds with the way he was. A Devil’s Advocate. Horns and fangs, teeth and claw away from her, the angel beneath him with her wings splayed.
“You are beautiful, liefde.” He breathes against her skin, distracted by the feathers and wings, his hand leaving her side to stroke the inside limb of her wing as he slow himself again in his distraction – his thrusts still deep and tender but not quite as fast, his own navy feathers sprouting from his shoulders and down his arms, longer feathers along the base of his arm but nothing like the wings she bears.
But then, then a glimmering light is seen and it distracts him, and he pauses in his deep kiss to withdraw, to spy the wings that form from her shoulders, splayed out on the bed. Like an angel, he thinks… So at odds with the way he was. A Devil’s Advocate. Horns and fangs, teeth and claw away from her, the angel beneath him with her wings splayed.
“You are beautiful, liefde.” He breathes against her skin, distracted by the feathers and wings, his hand leaving her side to stroke the inside limb of her wing as he slow himself again in his distraction – his thrusts still deep and tender but not quite as fast, his own navy feathers sprouting from his shoulders and down his arms, longer feathers along the base of his arm but nothing like the wings she bears.
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.
