SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
Exhaustion sets in immediately once his mind reels and catches up, he’s groggy and hazy, eyes still somewhat glazed when she pulls away and her touches grow softer, lighter, more tender — and he realizes when she releases him, that the bruises that sport her neck and the redness of splotches where teeth had been that would soon become more bruises, that he should have probably been more careful.
She doesn’t seem to mind, however, and he shifts his hands slightly, to drag his fingers along her wings still splayed along the blankets, savoring the feel of her feathers beneath his calloused fingertips. But she arches her back then, stretching out catlike in a way that he can feel her muscles clench around his cock, causing a slightly loud hitch of his breath, a breathless snort soon after, and he reluctantly pulls out of her — checking her body and skin for any lingering pains. Light has begun to filter in through the pale window curtains, cascading along the side of him a bright pale sheen of light that reflected off his skin as he removes all the traces of his partial shifting until it’s just him left behind.
He reaches up to cradle her cheek gently. “Are you okay?” He asks quietly, throat raw and painful but worth every moment — every second.
She doesn’t seem to mind, however, and he shifts his hands slightly, to drag his fingers along her wings still splayed along the blankets, savoring the feel of her feathers beneath his calloused fingertips. But she arches her back then, stretching out catlike in a way that he can feel her muscles clench around his cock, causing a slightly loud hitch of his breath, a breathless snort soon after, and he reluctantly pulls out of her — checking her body and skin for any lingering pains. Light has begun to filter in through the pale window curtains, cascading along the side of him a bright pale sheen of light that reflected off his skin as he removes all the traces of his partial shifting until it’s just him left behind.
He reaches up to cradle her cheek gently. “Are you okay?” He asks quietly, throat raw and painful but worth every moment — every second.
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.
