we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
This close, she’d be able to tell that he isn’t unfamiliar with sharp teeth that draw blood — his neck littered in collars of silver scars from fangs over and over again, mottled and uniquely him. However, it has been a while since anyone had done it to him, so the second he feels the pink line set and the blood that sparks to the surface in a sharp little beat of pain, goosebumps rise to the surface as a low growl slips from his throat.
He’s mostly become accustomed to being used, to give and give with little in return, but as Thalassa’s hand finds his arousal and she palms him, Sunjata leans a touch closer into it, lust and desire very clear in the motions he does. He works his magic, tweaks her nipples before moving onto the next one, and when he finally gets her pinned exactly where he’d like her, the water tightens around her throat. The hand at her chest is abandoned for the moment in favor for slipping her out of those tight pants, fingers tipped in sharp claws leaving pink lines down her sides and hips in answer to her.
Once he’s finally shed her of any further trappings, Sunjata dives in again, biting and greedy as he leaves another mark on the opposite side of her neck as he hitches her up, balancing her between his magic and his wings that corral her against the post of the bed frame. It gives him time to shift his hand back to the calloused smooth fingers as he slips it up the inside of her thigh, seeking her heat and slickness while his other hand finds the button of his pants. A hiss of relief leaves him when he manages to get it undone, multitasking as he drops his pants and his other hand slips in to stroke her clit without any preamble.
Something tells him she’ll appreciate the directness.
He’s mostly become accustomed to being used, to give and give with little in return, but as Thalassa’s hand finds his arousal and she palms him, Sunjata leans a touch closer into it, lust and desire very clear in the motions he does. He works his magic, tweaks her nipples before moving onto the next one, and when he finally gets her pinned exactly where he’d like her, the water tightens around her throat. The hand at her chest is abandoned for the moment in favor for slipping her out of those tight pants, fingers tipped in sharp claws leaving pink lines down her sides and hips in answer to her.
Once he’s finally shed her of any further trappings, Sunjata dives in again, biting and greedy as he leaves another mark on the opposite side of her neck as he hitches her up, balancing her between his magic and his wings that corral her against the post of the bed frame. It gives him time to shift his hand back to the calloused smooth fingers as he slips it up the inside of her thigh, seeking her heat and slickness while his other hand finds the button of his pants. A hiss of relief leaves him when he manages to get it undone, multitasking as he drops his pants and his other hand slips in to stroke her clit without any preamble.
Something tells him she’ll appreciate the directness.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
