— we can hide in the cover of the storm
It’s always been a game for him, to see how much taunting and teasing he can get away with until someone’s resolve gave in. And hers does, as she writhes beneath him, begs him, which is all he really wanted in the end. Her to tell him exactly what she wanted, to keep it at length until she broke for it. He finds her gaze then, a predatory smirk crossing his face with that as he adjusts his head to the crook of her neck, finding the soft spot between where her shoulder and neck join.
He bites down harder there with enough pressure to leave a dark bruise to mix with the now mostly dried blood he’d applied, hand pressing into the one he keeps pinned, driving himself deeper into her, faster too. He can taste the iron tinge on his tongue, mixed with a hint of sweat, and he realizes quite suddenly that he could absolutely ravage her — but the game might be over too soon if the rings are any consideration.
He abandons it all, hands letting her go to reach for her legs as he readjusts himself slightly for balance, to run his calloused hands over her thighs before gripping them and pulling her hard into him and with it, pressing himself farther into her than he could otherwise reach, a husky groan leaving his lips with the sudden feeling.
He bites down harder there with enough pressure to leave a dark bruise to mix with the now mostly dried blood he’d applied, hand pressing into the one he keeps pinned, driving himself deeper into her, faster too. He can taste the iron tinge on his tongue, mixed with a hint of sweat, and he realizes quite suddenly that he could absolutely ravage her — but the game might be over too soon if the rings are any consideration.
He abandons it all, hands letting her go to reach for her legs as he readjusts himself slightly for balance, to run his calloused hands over her thighs before gripping them and pulling her hard into him and with it, pressing himself farther into her than he could otherwise reach, a husky groan leaving his lips with the sudden feeling.
you're the lightning, and I'll soon be gone —
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.
