the sea speaks a little more honestly
One thing that Colt will realize very quickly, is that each touch to the feathered wings makes him hyperaware. Not for anything bad, but it’s like he comes alive. It sparks a shiver down his spine as he slips the soaked nightshirt from her skin, indulging himself in her skin. The sound she makes is music, flaring through the quiet of the rainfall as he hesitates only momentarily as her hand fists in his hair, as if waiting to see whether she does keep him where he is.
But it doesn’t, he realizes, withdrawing to shed them of their clothes, it’s with his own wicked and lopsided grin that his hands find her again, brushing wet blonde strands from her face as she explores. “Nope. Allllll out in the open.” He purrs, his voice harboring a thicker version of his accent.
Her hand is warm against the cold that the rain and storms have brought and it has his breath hitching, cock throbbing against her touch as he sucks in a breath shortly after and drags his hands down her sides. His hips roll against her hand in a gentle motion, before he’s picking her up to drag her into his lap, arms and wings winding around her to give her the ability to move without falling, to allow herself to get comfortable as he surges in again, a free hand finding her breast again to tease at the stiff nipple found there while he buries his face into the side of her neck, dragging his teeth along her rain slick skin. His hip twitches against where he's pulled her, the tip of his cock pressing against the edge of her thigh while his other hand focuses on trying to align them with or without her help.
But it doesn’t, he realizes, withdrawing to shed them of their clothes, it’s with his own wicked and lopsided grin that his hands find her again, brushing wet blonde strands from her face as she explores. “Nope. Allllll out in the open.” He purrs, his voice harboring a thicker version of his accent.
Her hand is warm against the cold that the rain and storms have brought and it has his breath hitching, cock throbbing against her touch as he sucks in a breath shortly after and drags his hands down her sides. His hips roll against her hand in a gentle motion, before he’s picking her up to drag her into his lap, arms and wings winding around her to give her the ability to move without falling, to allow herself to get comfortable as he surges in again, a free hand finding her breast again to tease at the stiff nipple found there while he buries his face into the side of her neck, dragging his teeth along her rain slick skin. His hip twitches against where he's pulled her, the tip of his cock pressing against the edge of her thigh while his other hand focuses on trying to align them with or without her help.
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.
