the city looks so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me?
Gods, she’s tricky. A good way that surprises him as his hips rock against her hand, as his lips crash with Loren’s again in some kind of passionate display of dominance. But she begins to move, and he hisses a small amount against Loren’s face at that, breaking away from Loren to look toward Lusea. Steel eyes find her shifting her position, and she flashes him a feral grin that gives him exactly an idea of what’s going on. That and how she positions herself to hover right over his cock.
He flashes her a smirk all the same before she goes down — skilled and brilliant and knowing exactly what it is that’ll get him off. But he had always finished after her, waiting to ensure her own satisfaction before his own. With everything going on now? The addition of Loren and Lusea’s hand and lips playing him perfectly? He’s unsure if it’s going to happen. He can feel the pressure building, a growl of a groan slipping through his throat and something akin to a curse (or praise?) in Korofi that he’s helpless but to utter, especially with the pace Loren has picked now and the loud cry that leaves the other man.
His own hands find her hair, tangling and helping to guide her further, head tilting back as Loren’s hand tangles in his dark hair. And with Loren’s tug, writhes with pleasure and the pressure growing within him, he’s helpless against the pull. He finds he doesn’t mind it either, at the end of the day. His lips crash into Loren’s again, a wave as he moans against the summoner, hands tightening in Lusea’s hair and relishing in the likely bruise she’ll leave along his hip bone.
And with this sort of attention? He can’t wait much longer. The pressure builds, mounts, and releases within him as he cums in a force of shuddering and goosebumps that trace along his shoulders, paired with a hungry bite against Loren’s lower lip and another growl of a groan, panting and exhausted. And then? Then he breaks away from the summoner, entirely focused on Lusea, hands unwrapping from her hair to find their way to her neck, checking to see how she is doing. It’s all for her, after all.
He flashes her a smirk all the same before she goes down — skilled and brilliant and knowing exactly what it is that’ll get him off. But he had always finished after her, waiting to ensure her own satisfaction before his own. With everything going on now? The addition of Loren and Lusea’s hand and lips playing him perfectly? He’s unsure if it’s going to happen. He can feel the pressure building, a growl of a groan slipping through his throat and something akin to a curse (or praise?) in Korofi that he’s helpless but to utter, especially with the pace Loren has picked now and the loud cry that leaves the other man.
His own hands find her hair, tangling and helping to guide her further, head tilting back as Loren’s hand tangles in his dark hair. And with Loren’s tug, writhes with pleasure and the pressure growing within him, he’s helpless against the pull. He finds he doesn’t mind it either, at the end of the day. His lips crash into Loren’s again, a wave as he moans against the summoner, hands tightening in Lusea’s hair and relishing in the likely bruise she’ll leave along his hip bone.
And with this sort of attention? He can’t wait much longer. The pressure builds, mounts, and releases within him as he cums in a force of shuddering and goosebumps that trace along his shoulders, paired with a hungry bite against Loren’s lower lip and another growl of a groan, panting and exhausted. And then? Then he breaks away from the summoner, entirely focused on Lusea, hands unwrapping from her hair to find their way to her neck, checking to see how she is doing. It’s all for her, after all.
till the skies bleed ashes
and the fucking skyline crashes
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.
