SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He wonders if she’ll drag this out, wonders if she’ll try to make him cave and give in, when he’d asked her to make it up to him. The tension and sensation were torture enough — how long had it been? It feels like forever. But she doesn’t, not as he loosens the fist a small amount in her hair, thumb stroking her temple as he watches her once he’s recovered, anticipating, waiting, brimming with electricity.
Her free hand finds his stomach and the V of his abdomen, muscles there twitching lightly beneath her touch. And then, with another shuddering sensation, he can feel her lips on him, soft kisses and yet still not quite what he wants. But it doesn’t take long for her to dive in, and he can’t help the growl that leaves him when she does — feeling the soft flick of her tongue before her lips are around his cock and lowering further. He twitches when he feels the hum of her moan vibrate against him, shuddering with the feeling.
His hand tightens in her hair again, the other finding its place fisted in the blankets, head tilting back a small amount more. She could drive him wild like this, the softness of her mouth on him, the way she dives straight into it. His hips shift a small amount unconsciously, slowly pressing up towards her, wanting and needing more. Wanting to do more to her too.
Her free hand finds his stomach and the V of his abdomen, muscles there twitching lightly beneath her touch. And then, with another shuddering sensation, he can feel her lips on him, soft kisses and yet still not quite what he wants. But it doesn’t take long for her to dive in, and he can’t help the growl that leaves him when she does — feeling the soft flick of her tongue before her lips are around his cock and lowering further. He twitches when he feels the hum of her moan vibrate against him, shuddering with the feeling.
His hand tightens in her hair again, the other finding its place fisted in the blankets, head tilting back a small amount more. She could drive him wild like this, the softness of her mouth on him, the way she dives straight into it. His hips shift a small amount unconsciously, slowly pressing up towards her, wanting and needing more. Wanting to do more to her too.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
