when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
He feels her comply as he bucks his hips up to her, to meet her, to drive himself deeper with his own reckless abandon. Her head tilts back and he can feel the ghost of her hair trailing along his chest with each movement, each thrust of his hips and the way she rocks against him, the way she rides him.
His arms remain above his head and as her hands drag against his wings he’s shown her, he shudders and groans beneath the touch, unleashed once those invisible hands release his wrists. And he feels like he’s surging, a roiling storm ready to strike at any moment. And she begs him, his lips shifting into a crooked smirk despite the way he tries to capture his breath, lips parted to reveal pale fangs as he pants.
But he can surely do that. “Ek is lief vir jou.” He growls to her, either not noticing or caring he speaks in the language of his home. The words are all the same. He does love her, intends to show her just how much. So his hands find her, claws dulled on both hands but still sharp enough to inside red lines along her pale skin, the threat of danger so close. He reaches first for her hips to push her down onto him as he pushes back against her, reaching for her ass but not lingering as he drags those claws up her sides, slow and tantalizing.
His arms remain above his head and as her hands drag against his wings he’s shown her, he shudders and groans beneath the touch, unleashed once those invisible hands release his wrists. And he feels like he’s surging, a roiling storm ready to strike at any moment. And she begs him, his lips shifting into a crooked smirk despite the way he tries to capture his breath, lips parted to reveal pale fangs as he pants.
But he can surely do that. “Ek is lief vir jou.” He growls to her, either not noticing or caring he speaks in the language of his home. The words are all the same. He does love her, intends to show her just how much. So his hands find her, claws dulled on both hands but still sharp enough to inside red lines along her pale skin, the threat of danger so close. He reaches first for her hips to push her down onto him as he pushes back against her, reaching for her ass but not lingering as he drags those claws up her sides, slow and tantalizing.
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.
