the city looks so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me?
She takes it like a champ, and he can’t help but to groan with it, with the bite he places on Loren’s lip that’s returned sharp and surprisingly wonderful. A smirk finds his face as he vibrates, quakes, shakes with her until she too reaches her own orgasm – a hum of approval rising from him as she moves. She turns, leaning back against his chair, and his arm wraps around her to pull her in close and rest his head over her shoulder – an affectionate nuzzle given to her sweat slick neck as she speaks and grips his bruised hip.
A chuckle leaves him as he offers a nod and a soft kiss to her shoulder, his steel eyes finding Loren’s as he replies and there’s something steely within them – as if to say what Loren already knows. That it won’t be a recurrence likely unless Sunjata’s the one that gets to show Loren just how Korofi men can make their women sing. Still, a smirk crosses his lips at that. “Practice indeed.” He rumbles with a light tilt to his head. “Vorm het werk nodig.” He responds to Lusea, winking toward Loren.
But he stills when Loren offers the next question, a surprise. His idle hand that isn’t wrapped around her, tracing circles and pressure along her stomach reaches up to the large scar on the side of his neck from that ordeal. His head turns toward her, uncertain how she’ll respond. He knows how she covers the scar on her neck, how she seems to wear the other scars like badges of honor.
Would she get rid of them?
Vorm het werk nodig. - form needs some work.
A chuckle leaves him as he offers a nod and a soft kiss to her shoulder, his steel eyes finding Loren’s as he replies and there’s something steely within them – as if to say what Loren already knows. That it won’t be a recurrence likely unless Sunjata’s the one that gets to show Loren just how Korofi men can make their women sing. Still, a smirk crosses his lips at that. “Practice indeed.” He rumbles with a light tilt to his head. “Vorm het werk nodig.” He responds to Lusea, winking toward Loren.
But he stills when Loren offers the next question, a surprise. His idle hand that isn’t wrapped around her, tracing circles and pressure along her stomach reaches up to the large scar on the side of his neck from that ordeal. His head turns toward her, uncertain how she’ll respond. He knows how she covers the scar on her neck, how she seems to wear the other scars like badges of honor.
Would she get rid of them?
Vorm het werk nodig. - form needs some work.
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.
