the sea speaks a little more honestly
It’s easy to slip into, easier still when she reciprocates so perfectly. Her hand is warm along the slick wet of his arm, the muscles bunching as he hovers over her. He withdraws from the kiss, hearing her warning, huffing a breathy laugh against her neck as he nods, stubble scraping gently against her skin. Sunjata withdraws, then, only slightly. Enough to get his hands beneath the silky, soaking nightshirt and to answer her warning with a low, accented hum.
Peeling it up to reveal her stomach to himself and the elements, Sunjata curves in, water dripping down the bridge of his nose to land on her before his lips find her skin. Pressing a series of kisses there as he works with both his hands while his wings plant in the grass to offer stability, he’s able to slip her shirt off and lean down, lips and tongue finding one of her breasts to tease before moving onto the other, before he’s withdrawing enough to help her slip out of her shorts and the rest of her clothes.
Once he’s managed that, his hands find his own belt, water dripping down along his skin and wings. With a bit of flare from his water magic, it’s far easier for him to remove his pants, revealing himself to her and all of the rest of those shark bite scars that litter his skin. Another scar is there, a puckered one long since healed on his inner thigh, from a different world.
Peeling it up to reveal her stomach to himself and the elements, Sunjata curves in, water dripping down the bridge of his nose to land on her before his lips find her skin. Pressing a series of kisses there as he works with both his hands while his wings plant in the grass to offer stability, he’s able to slip her shirt off and lean down, lips and tongue finding one of her breasts to tease before moving onto the other, before he’s withdrawing enough to help her slip out of her shorts and the rest of her clothes.
Once he’s managed that, his hands find his own belt, water dripping down along his skin and wings. With a bit of flare from his water magic, it’s far easier for him to remove his pants, revealing himself to her and all of the rest of those shark bite scars that litter his skin. Another scar is there, a puckered one long since healed on his inner thigh, from a different world.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
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.
