[RQ] shoulda just called him whiskey

charlie

Charlie’s grip tightens around Sunjata’s horns, fingers twisting with just enough pressure to hopefully encourage his hips to rise up into the too-soft pressure of her tail around his cock. She watches the way his steel-grey eyes flicker with pleasure, the way his breath hitches as the touch travels down his spine and lower still.

A sharp, delighted gasp escapes her lips as his forked tongue curls and flicks against her clit, teasing with slow, deliberate strokes before picking up a relentless rhythm. Her thighs tremble against the firm press of his shoulders, her hips rolling instinctively into the warmth of his mouth. The vibration of his moans against her is exquisite, a low, purring hum that has heat pooling deep inside her, winding tighter with every skilled movement of his tongue.

One of his hands grips her hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave fleeting bruises in his wake. The other wanders upward, calloused fingers trailing over her stomach before finding the soft swell of her breast, his palm covering it entirely as his thumb flicks over her nipple. The sensation sends another wave of pleasure rolling through her, a breathy moan tumbling from her lips as she tilts her head back, arching into his touch.

His wings lift, their tattered edges bracing against her lower back, a firm but unyielding support as she rocks against him. It’s almost maddening, how much of him is touching her at once—his hands, his tongue, the heated weight of his body beneath her—because gods he's so big compared to her. And lower still, she can feel the rigid press of his cock, twitching against her tail where it remains coiled, teasing but not yet giving him the friction he craves.

A deep, shuddering pleasure builds inside her, hot and insistent, curling through her like fire in her veins. Charlie’s fingers slide over the back of his hand, guiding it more firmly against her breast, urging him to squeeze harder, to twist her nipple between his fingers just as she pulls sharply on his horn, dragging his mouth tighter against her. The sensations clash—pain and pleasure, roughness and worshipful devotion—all of it culminating in a blinding, breath-stealing climax. Her head tilts back, her lips parting as her body tenses, thighs tightening around him as a cry escapes her throat. "Sunjata," she sings, his name spilling from her lips like a reverent prayer, drawn out and breathless as the pleasure crashes over her, drowning her in heat and sensation. Her entire body shudders, rolling in slow, drawn-out waves as she grinds herself against his mouth, riding out every pulse of pleasure until she’s nothing but gasps and aftershocks against him

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

Uniquely attuned to the delighted gasp that passes her perfect lips, Sunjata relishes the tremble of her thighs, the way she rocks against his mouth in that perfectly delightful way that has him completely distracted away from everything else he’d been trying to avoid. His hands work expertly against her skin, as she arches against his touch and his wings are there to brush and push against her back, giving her additional support and an overwhelming sense of him being everywhere.

He continues that rhythm, relentless in his pursuit to get her off even while he himself just has enough attention to ache and pulse from the coil of her tail around his length, it’s like a fleeting tease. One that doesn’t last too long as she presses her slender fingers against the back of his scarred hand and he picks up the hint, twisting her nipple just as requested when she tugs on his horn sharply, pressing him in against her warmth and sweetness in a way that only barely muffles his own moan of pleasure and the tremor of delight that shivers down his wings against her back.

His name sings from her throat, and his skin flushes with the sound of it, his cock aching as she shudders and grinds against his forked tongue, giving him every opportunity to let her ride out the aftershocks of her climax while he takes the rush of it in, lapping up against her softer and softer until she twitches with the oversensitivity. It allows him a moment to try and catch his breath, warmth flushing through his skin as he pants and angles his horned head to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, before twisting to the other side and nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh there. His wings fan out, his hands smoothing up and down her sides now, dragging blunt fingernails against her smooth and soft skin as he lets his steel gaze focus up on her again – darkened by lust and desire and a very hard cock seeking some semblance of attention he imagines she can provide, or at least help with. He’s still panting when one of his hands slides up her side and chest to her neck, thumb stroking along her soft jawbone, fingers threading into her blonde hair to curl and tug lightly.

“There you go.” Comes the thickly accented purr, the brief flare of the crooked smirk forming on his face as he rocks his hips into her coiled tail. “You wanna go again? Or do you wanna help a guy out instead?” He asks with his husky voice, waiting for her to move ever so slightly so he might be able to prop himself up onto his elbows, teasing her just enough with a repeat of her prior question before his forked tongue is snaking out again, dragging along her slick thigh.

'cause i might make a move

charlie

Charlie remains perched atop the Flood, her body humming in the aftershocks of her climax, each slow, lazy pulse of pleasure making her feel deliciously weightless. A blissful haze lingers in her bright blue eyes as she watches Sunjata, drinking in the sight of his flushed skin, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath, the way his steel gaze is molten with need.

Her fingers trail across the sharp angles of his face, slow and teasing as she smirks down at him. "I want all of you," she purrs greedily, her voice thick with want, as though she could consume him whole if she wanted to—and she does.

Her grip tightens at the base of his horns, her red nails dragging against the ridges of bone as she uses them to coax him upright, drawing him into a seated position. He moves easily beneath her, the effortless strength in his body making her pulse throb with anticipation. Charlie wastes no time, shifting in his lap until she can feel him pressed hard against her, her thighs trembling as she grinds herself against the length of him, teasing, savoring the sensation of his cock against her slick heat.

Sunjata will be able to manipulate her with ease, her small frame nearly weightless in his grip, and for a breathless second, Charlie revels in the sheer power of it—the way he can move and adjust her so effortlessly, his strength something to be worshiped. A low, ragged moan leaves her lips as he sinks her down onto him, her body stretching to accommodate the delicious fullness of him. Her fingers flex against his horns, her thighs clenching tighter around his hips as her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to him, before her nails rake down his back as pleasure coils hot and tight inside of her.

"Fuck—" The word slips out between desperate, broken moans, her fingers gripping his shoulders before trailing back to his horns, twisting her hips to meet every powerful snap of his. "Harder," she gasps, the word half a plea, half a demand. Charlie barely has time to gasp before the world tilts. Her back suddenly presses against the cool stone wall, and the contrast of temperature against her overheated skin sends a shudder racing down her spine. He pins her there with ease, his strong hands spreading her thighs wider, keeping her exactly where he wants her.

Charlie cries out, her head falling back against the wall as Sunjata fucks her with the kind of raw, feral intensity that makes her feel small in his hands, completely and utterly at his mercy. Each thrust sends her body arching into him, pleasure crashing into her like a tidal wave, the rhythm of it building, frantic and unrelenting. She can feel herself unraveling, every nerve alight, her moans dissolving into breathless, pleading whimpers. Sunjata’s name tumbles from her lips like a prayer, desperate and wrecked, and his grip tightens—on her hips, her thighs, on her—as he loses himself in her, as the last of his restraint crumbles.

The pleasure crests and crashes over them both, a blinding, consuming force that leaves them trembling, panting, completely undone. Charlie clings to him, feeling the aftershocks pulse through her body, her fingers tracing mindless patterns over his heated skin as she lets out a breathless, satisfied laugh. "Fuck," she murmurs, voice hoarse but full of wicked delight. "Maybe Frey isn't so bad after all," it's as close to blasphemy as the priestess will ever come, but after having cum so hard, forgive her fealty for being a touch unsteady.

~FIN

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!