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
If he felt like being honest, he might have told her it likely would cause more problems for him unless he specifically asked for a way to ensure he couldn’t accidentally have a million kids if he asked for the ability to have hardly a recovery period. But, figuring it would ruin the mood with the brushes of it he has had, the Flood focuses entirely on the sultry hum of a laugh, warm breath heating up against her sensitive skin. “Mm, well, instead I got water.” He hums, letting a few trickles of water appear in the air above them, dripping in cool temperatures against her skin, smirking up at her from between her legs.
It matched his moniker, at least.
Ah, but his horns are captured again and the shiver vibrates down his wings and back in a visible shuddering, a hot exhale meeting her skin again before he buries his face for a few moments longer, forked tongue already diving into her sweetness. Her offer is met with the pause, retracting from where he’s placed most of his focus, raising a brow playfully before he decides she might have a touch more fun being wholly in control, draped over him.
“We can swap.” Comes the soft purr, lips dragging against her inner thighs as he withdraws, figuring he might as well slip out of the rest of his clothes, letting them pool beside the stone table and sighing lightly at the relief offered from the removal of binding clothes. His hands return to her as he shifts to get onto the stone with her, twisting and tugging her over him as he rolls onto his back, wings flattening against the stone table, clawed points of it pointing to one another above his head, allowing her the choice of whether she wished to face away from the rest of his body or toward it.
It matched his moniker, at least.
Ah, but his horns are captured again and the shiver vibrates down his wings and back in a visible shuddering, a hot exhale meeting her skin again before he buries his face for a few moments longer, forked tongue already diving into her sweetness. Her offer is met with the pause, retracting from where he’s placed most of his focus, raising a brow playfully before he decides she might have a touch more fun being wholly in control, draped over him.
“We can swap.” Comes the soft purr, lips dragging against her inner thighs as he withdraws, figuring he might as well slip out of the rest of his clothes, letting them pool beside the stone table and sighing lightly at the relief offered from the removal of binding clothes. His hands return to her as he shifts to get onto the stone with her, twisting and tugging her over him as he rolls onto his back, wings flattening against the stone table, clawed points of it pointing to one another above his head, allowing her the choice of whether she wished to face away from the rest of his body or toward it.
'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.
