we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
It’s heat, tension, a silver thread that grows so taught within him with each of the steps he pulls to try and bring her over that edge. It’s the tidal wave within him that takes over, indulges in her desires that she’d asked for, drawn out of him in a primal means that has him marking and claiming and taking.
Luckily for her, the way the fire rises within her and the way she claws at him only helps bring him toward that peak too. The sounds that escape her are wrapped within his own as he continues to fuck her, hips snapping sharply into her as the wood creaks and he indulges with claws and teeth and wings that press harder against the little cage they’ve made for them. Her orgasm hits her in a crashing display, heat licking up the bedpost and heating up his wings almost painfully, and with a growl that hisses out of his throat does he follow along with her. The tether snaps and he’s left to ride it out with her, panting and belatedly loosening the water grapple magic and drawing it back to himself lest it leave her wet and somehow cold.
It was a great distraction, at least, and with the red marks on his own skin to prove it that will likely remain tender for however long Sunjata wishes them to until he heals them away, but those are thoughts that don’t come to mind yet as he falls into the bliss and waves that ripple through them both.
Luckily for her, the way the fire rises within her and the way she claws at him only helps bring him toward that peak too. The sounds that escape her are wrapped within his own as he continues to fuck her, hips snapping sharply into her as the wood creaks and he indulges with claws and teeth and wings that press harder against the little cage they’ve made for them. Her orgasm hits her in a crashing display, heat licking up the bedpost and heating up his wings almost painfully, and with a growl that hisses out of his throat does he follow along with her. The tether snaps and he’s left to ride it out with her, panting and belatedly loosening the water grapple magic and drawing it back to himself lest it leave her wet and somehow cold.
It was a great distraction, at least, and with the red marks on his own skin to prove it that will likely remain tender for however long Sunjata wishes them to until he heals them away, but those are thoughts that don’t come to mind yet as he falls into the bliss and waves that ripple through them both.
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.
