when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
She kneels over him, and his gaze follows the trails and curves of her body, lingering on the bruises that form, the way she reveals herself as she fully removes the dress and lets it slump to the floor. He wants to roam his hands over her body, to take and take but all he’s allowed to do is watch, writhe beneath invisible hands that trail along his body, humming his approval of it all even as he fights a small amount against the restraints.
He still wants them there, but he can’t help the way he presses against them all the same.
She’s stunning like this, laid bare and naked above him, with the way the fading sun casts light against him. And he burns and burns, seeing each and every way it casts shadows along her pale skin — so bright compared to his sun kissed own. And then her lips are on him, and he can taste both her and himself, melting into one as he hungrily tries to deepen the kiss, to nip at her lips and her tongue, that ache growing ever pounding in his lower back.
But then her wings sprout again, and it blocks out the sun from how they cast over him — encased in shadows with horns and navy feathers appearing along his own skin, while she bears all the warmth and light of the sun. And he loves it. His hips shift a small amount, back arching against her to feel more of her even if he can’t give in entirely.
He still wants them there, but he can’t help the way he presses against them all the same.
She’s stunning like this, laid bare and naked above him, with the way the fading sun casts light against him. And he burns and burns, seeing each and every way it casts shadows along her pale skin — so bright compared to his sun kissed own. And then her lips are on him, and he can taste both her and himself, melting into one as he hungrily tries to deepen the kiss, to nip at her lips and her tongue, that ache growing ever pounding in his lower back.
But then her wings sprout again, and it blocks out the sun from how they cast over him — encased in shadows with horns and navy feathers appearing along his own skin, while she bears all the warmth and light of the sun. And he loves it. His hips shift a small amount, back arching against her to feel more of her even if he can’t give in entirely.
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.
