oh, what a sin

There is nothing to be found between her legs but, blessedly, Danta. It that had been equally as exciting to cavort about the House in otherwise public areas with nothing beneath, and between that and the unbearably hot beginnings they've already had, she's quite wet already when Danta's tongue slides up against her clit. Her moan is swallowed by Sunjata's mouth, but the sharpness of it is still audible praise to the man who caused it. And if it's not enough, her hand in his hair clenches slightly, just enough to pull pleasantly at the roots as her hips arch forward.

Her hips and the leg over Danta's shoulder shake as he tortures her so sweetly, seemingly ceaseless in his attentions. She arches taller to give Sunjata all the room he could desire, voice freely pouring whines and trailing moans for every twist of Danta's tongue that particularly pleases. She longs for her lightning, so that it might dance upon the skin of both men, but instead she must make do with hands and nails; both of which skim over Sunjata's throat to his nape, to scrape lightly there with too-sharp nails before burying in the hair there to pull in the same way she does with Danta.

And when she parts - briefly, because Sunjata is always intoxicating to kiss - she tilts her forehead against the Flood's shoulder to look down at Dantalion and croon, [say]"So good, Danta, fuck."[/say] And it's a mystery whether it's intentional or not, but her magic comes creeping up her throat as she begs (demands?) [say]"Faster."[/say]