when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
That string within him grows taught again, rebounding between the game they’ve played of igniting the fire, how she’d come so close to bringing him to the edge with her mouth alone — but here, here is a different game and yet all the same. And he burns for her, the growl leaving his throat as he presses down to her hips and drives his cock deeper into her, igniting sounds from her that have his spine arching with her, his own voice vibrant for her as he adds his own in.
And he feels her lean into him, hands roaming and claws scraping up and down her sides until they shift back into his calloused and still rough fingers, one cupping at her breast and circling her nipple, the other sliding down along her skin to her hip again, pressing down once more as he thrusts up into her, aiming for that spot to show her just how much he loves her.
If only he had more hands like she did, he’d grasp for those magical wings, for the sunlight that streams in and casts her pale skin in a golden glow and leaving him in that dark navy shadow. Perhaps that’s where he belongs, perhaps he’s tempted her with sweet words and wine, perhaps he was a devil all along in the name of converting her. But he doesn’t care, doesn’t think about those titles and themes, not while he’s buried deep within her, rocking with her, mind and body and soul wrapped around by her entirely.
And he feels her lean into him, hands roaming and claws scraping up and down her sides until they shift back into his calloused and still rough fingers, one cupping at her breast and circling her nipple, the other sliding down along her skin to her hip again, pressing down once more as he thrusts up into her, aiming for that spot to show her just how much he loves her.
If only he had more hands like she did, he’d grasp for those magical wings, for the sunlight that streams in and casts her pale skin in a golden glow and leaving him in that dark navy shadow. Perhaps that’s where he belongs, perhaps he’s tempted her with sweet words and wine, perhaps he was a devil all along in the name of converting her. But he doesn’t care, doesn’t think about those titles and themes, not while he’s buried deep within her, rocking with her, mind and body and soul wrapped around by her 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.
