// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
He can tell immediately just how much she likes that idea with how she tightens around him, sparking an audible hitch of his breath as he keeps that punishing pace. Her begging has his pace picking up, fingers twisting and teasing at that very same nipple as before, but his other hand slips up from her thigh to her hip, gripping it tight in his hand.
He rises to press more kisses and marks into her skin along her neck, heading up to her ear where his panting only adds to the ambiance, he thinks, nipping at her earlobe in between each panted sentiment. “Watching over the bar… You in my lap… Buried so deep…” He starts to trail off, diving his lips into hers to capture them and any sounds that may escape her. You’ll feel me with every move either of us makes. Comes the deeper throaty attuned voice, pulsating with each and every desire and demand he has.
It’s a thought that has his pace slowing momentarily, as if trying to savor the thought. I’m sure you could create an audience if you wanted one while I take you. His pace slows again as if giving her a moment of clarity to decide if she wanted the sound and sight of faceless observers, watching each and every thrust he drives into her. He doesn’t care one way or another, not while he claims her.
He rises to press more kisses and marks into her skin along her neck, heading up to her ear where his panting only adds to the ambiance, he thinks, nipping at her earlobe in between each panted sentiment. “Watching over the bar… You in my lap… Buried so deep…” He starts to trail off, diving his lips into hers to capture them and any sounds that may escape her. You’ll feel me with every move either of us makes. Comes the deeper throaty attuned voice, pulsating with each and every desire and demand he has.
It’s a thought that has his pace slowing momentarily, as if trying to savor the thought. I’m sure you could create an audience if you wanted one while I take you. His pace slows again as if giving her a moment of clarity to decide if she wanted the sound and sight of faceless observers, watching each and every thrust he drives into her. He doesn’t care one way or another, not while he claims her.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
