but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
He keeps her there, pinned against the wall as she grows louder and louder. His hands continue to be rough with her, playing and taunting and not quite giving her what it is she seeks. But she still grinds against his hand, and he murmurs a quiet approval at it, plunging his fingers in deeper. He rewards her by picking up an easy speed with them as she moans for him, smirking his quiet triumph at it.
“Good girl.” He purrs to her, and she’s captured his lips in an almost frantic way, his hand leaving her chest for her hair — to stroke through and tug against, keeping the kiss chaste enough that he can withdraw his fingers to watch her with a smirk, raising his fingers to his lips to get the taste of her back on his tongue. His smoldering eyes focus on her a bit more intently, working to get every last bit of her into him. And he bucks his hips a small amount toward her as well, the tip of his cock dragging along her clit in more of that same playful game he preferred so much.
And then he adjusts them a small amount, using the wall as leverage to fit himself in a position that would make it easier to give into her — a position she could likely sink down onto if she were being greedy. His head finds her neck, hands find her hips, kisses and nips placed along her throat and shoulder. “Sing for me.” He purrs against her neck, before he bites to pin her there with the help of sharpened canines, to press down against her hips and thrust his aching length into her, to claim and devour and see just what sounds he can get from her.
“Good girl.” He purrs to her, and she’s captured his lips in an almost frantic way, his hand leaving her chest for her hair — to stroke through and tug against, keeping the kiss chaste enough that he can withdraw his fingers to watch her with a smirk, raising his fingers to his lips to get the taste of her back on his tongue. His smoldering eyes focus on her a bit more intently, working to get every last bit of her into him. And he bucks his hips a small amount toward her as well, the tip of his cock dragging along her clit in more of that same playful game he preferred so much.
And then he adjusts them a small amount, using the wall as leverage to fit himself in a position that would make it easier to give into her — a position she could likely sink down onto if she were being greedy. His head finds her neck, hands find her hips, kisses and nips placed along her throat and shoulder. “Sing for me.” He purrs against her neck, before he bites to pin her there with the help of sharpened canines, to press down against her hips and thrust his aching length into her, to claim and devour and see just what sounds he can get from her.
but not who i am
SuNJATA
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.
