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
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.
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
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.
