SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
That’s a request he can happily provide; his fingers shifting to claws, sharp yet gentle, mirroring the sharp claws of his draconic talons, slicing up the little black dress with the quiet whisper of zzz of the fabric as it’s shredded from her sides, moved and tossed carelessly to the side. His fingers are replaced, the calloused fingertips pressing in to leave little red marks in a temporary possessiveness with how much of the dragon shift is on display.
His wings shiver as he drags himself down her beautiful body, focusing his attention on her curves and petite frame, along her breasts and her stomach that rises and falls with the increase of breath, he rides the line between the invitation she provides, of being both gentle and rough, dragging blunt fingernails down her stomach and leaving little pink lines, bending and craning a touch as he delves down her body, peering up at her with steel eyes made darker with the prospect of forgetting everything that’s been weighing on him.
His gaze quickly follows her hand, to the red finger and the barely there lacy thong, smirking up at her from between her legs as he starts drawing up her legs to hook them over his shoulders. “Haven’t gotten that perk, yet, sorry.” He admits almost a touch mournfully, twisting his head to press his lips to the inside of her thigh, keeping his gaze on her as his hands slide up and caress the curves of her ass and toy with the band of the thong around her hips. “So, if you want to pace yourself..” He shrugs a shoulder, jostling her leg a little when he dives in, pressing his lips and mouth to the dampness of the garment she wears, humming a vibrating note of approval, before he’s sliding the fabric over and slipping his tongue against her, the forked ends caressing her clit perfectly attentive and well practiced.
His wings shiver as he drags himself down her beautiful body, focusing his attention on her curves and petite frame, along her breasts and her stomach that rises and falls with the increase of breath, he rides the line between the invitation she provides, of being both gentle and rough, dragging blunt fingernails down her stomach and leaving little pink lines, bending and craning a touch as he delves down her body, peering up at her with steel eyes made darker with the prospect of forgetting everything that’s been weighing on him.
His gaze quickly follows her hand, to the red finger and the barely there lacy thong, smirking up at her from between her legs as he starts drawing up her legs to hook them over his shoulders. “Haven’t gotten that perk, yet, sorry.” He admits almost a touch mournfully, twisting his head to press his lips to the inside of her thigh, keeping his gaze on her as his hands slide up and caress the curves of her ass and toy with the band of the thong around her hips. “So, if you want to pace yourself..” He shrugs a shoulder, jostling her leg a little when he dives in, pressing his lips and mouth to the dampness of the garment she wears, humming a vibrating note of approval, before he’s sliding the fabric over and slipping his tongue against her, the forked ends caressing her clit perfectly attentive and well practiced.
'cause i might make a move
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.
