SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He gives her control again, feeling her knees inch back, her body fitting against his. And he lifts his hands, then, to brush through her hair. Her head tilts back, seeks his lips and he tilts his head down toward her, to capture hers with his own in his own gentle caress. Not quite the heat and power of before, but something softer, something sweeter, more gentle as the kiss breaks and she whispers a plea for his ears, heard loudly with the earring in his ear.
A quiet hum of response, breathlessly given to her, arms trailing from her hair to wrap around her, to hold her close against him – feeling the sweat between both of them stick with the warmth that exudes from their bodies. His hips continue to help with the slow grind she gives, taking the time to explore every bit of her as she pleasures herself with him, pulling him closer to that edge as well – wanting nothing more than to feel her shudder and clench, ignite and burn with him.
He seeks her face, pressing softer kisses to her cheek, to her jaw, to her ear, nipping lightly at the skin there – arms still tight around her and feeling the way she moves with and against his cock in a way that has that string so taut he thinks he might break at any moment. But still, he holds off the best he can, waiting for her in trembling, shuddering tremors.
A quiet hum of response, breathlessly given to her, arms trailing from her hair to wrap around her, to hold her close against him – feeling the sweat between both of them stick with the warmth that exudes from their bodies. His hips continue to help with the slow grind she gives, taking the time to explore every bit of her as she pleasures herself with him, pulling him closer to that edge as well – wanting nothing more than to feel her shudder and clench, ignite and burn with him.
He seeks her face, pressing softer kisses to her cheek, to her jaw, to her ear, nipping lightly at the skin there – arms still tight around her and feeling the way she moves with and against his cock in a way that has that string so taut he thinks he might break at any moment. But still, he holds off the best he can, waiting for her in trembling, shuddering tremors.
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.
