the sea speaks a little more honestly
He’s happy to provide, especially as she moves with him in such a perfect way. Each rock of his hips, the way she grinds to meet him, sparks rougher, more pleased hums from the Flood’s throat. Ones he gladly pours into her mouth with the crashing of their lips. Her hand at the back of his neck against dark rain slick curls and against tattoos where the northern point of his compasses aim directly at her have goosebumps rising within them, but he’s collected enough to be able to pull back, the words barely there between their shared breaths. “Keep saying my name like that.” He purrs in a low and delighted growl.
He can feel the way that tension within her builds, but he’s so focused on ensuring that she cums first that he doesn’t notice the straying of her hand - that is, until it’s skimming lightly against his wings with feathers that flex and flare at her touch and shiver in a twitchy kind of need. The response is immediate, the flush to his freckled cheeks darkening, his cock throbbing inside her as his wings press in tight for a few seconds and loosen again like a breath. “Fuck,” his breath is shivery as it is husky.
And when she speaks, he knows for a fact he can certainly provide just as she’s doing for him. His hands skin down her sides, cupping her ass to help hoist her up just enough - her weight nothing in his hands. It does have her chest and head pressing in closer, both of them torso to torso, her head pressed against the tattooed crook of his neck. His breath is hot where it pants against her ear, an almost more intimate sound of his accented groans whispered for her ears only as he holds her in such a way that he can drive himself both faster and deeper into her, hoping to find that perfect rhythm and place to make the rising tension of her arousal snap.
He can feel the way that tension within her builds, but he’s so focused on ensuring that she cums first that he doesn’t notice the straying of her hand - that is, until it’s skimming lightly against his wings with feathers that flex and flare at her touch and shiver in a twitchy kind of need. The response is immediate, the flush to his freckled cheeks darkening, his cock throbbing inside her as his wings press in tight for a few seconds and loosen again like a breath. “Fuck,” his breath is shivery as it is husky.
And when she speaks, he knows for a fact he can certainly provide just as she’s doing for him. His hands skin down her sides, cupping her ass to help hoist her up just enough - her weight nothing in his hands. It does have her chest and head pressing in closer, both of them torso to torso, her head pressed against the tattooed crook of his neck. His breath is hot where it pants against her ear, an almost more intimate sound of his accented groans whispered for her ears only as he holds her in such a way that he can drive himself both faster and deeper into her, hoping to find that perfect rhythm and place to make the rising tension of her arousal snap.
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.
