SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
She’s not as cold as she typically is, but he can taste the salt on her skin as she arches and her breast presses against him again. And he continues to let her take the lead on it, bouncing in a rhythm that picks up speed the moment she growls her approval. And he partially shifts his tongue to be a small amount rougher, toying with one nipple before slipping away to the other as she takes a hold of his horn and pulls him in closer.
The hand that helps lift her abandons its help there as well, drifting to her other breast, hand shifting back into his normal calloused fingers to give both of them equal attention – hips bucking into hers again and again. His other hand moves toward her legs, pulling them closer to him to give her a bit more room to lift herself and bring herself down upon him, while he savors every second of contact with her clenched muscles, the way she picks up a quiet distracting bounce.
And he abandons that too, both hands moving to her breasts now as he leans back, smoldering steel lidded heavily to watch her atop him, hips shifting a small amount but having to slow a small amount with the exertion he’s given her paired with how exhausted he was to start with, rough pants and growls leaving his throat as the tips of his horns clack against the back of the wooden headboard. He’s had his fun, the adrenaline leaving in small waves while the tightness in his stomach grows, giving her all the time to pick up where he leaves off – giving her the permission she might need to have her fun too.
The hand that helps lift her abandons its help there as well, drifting to her other breast, hand shifting back into his normal calloused fingers to give both of them equal attention – hips bucking into hers again and again. His other hand moves toward her legs, pulling them closer to him to give her a bit more room to lift herself and bring herself down upon him, while he savors every second of contact with her clenched muscles, the way she picks up a quiet distracting bounce.
And he abandons that too, both hands moving to her breasts now as he leans back, smoldering steel lidded heavily to watch her atop him, hips shifting a small amount but having to slow a small amount with the exertion he’s given her paired with how exhausted he was to start with, rough pants and growls leaving his throat as the tips of his horns clack against the back of the wooden headboard. He’s had his fun, the adrenaline leaving in small waves while the tightness in his stomach grows, giving her all the time to pick up where he leaves off – giving her the permission she might need to have her fun too.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
