// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
He probably wouldn’t mind the blades sinking into his shoulders and spine, but his lips are too busy leaving silvery marks along her skin to speak, especially as she draws him both closer and greedily, the blood drawn nip to his lower lip sparking a twitch down his spine, down to his length, a growl of a sound leaving him that’s certainly in part due to the shifts under his skin. Iron is a strong taste on his tongue as he captures her lips with his swollen own, having heard her request, intending to meet it.
There’s one good thing about Ascension and that’s the lack of pain, something that makes it easier for him not to worry about whether or not he presses too hard, whether he’s got a leg of hers bent poorly. Little alleviating factors that allow him to tug on her golden locks, thumb pressing against her clit as he sinks into her, a bit slowly at first to ensure he is lined up before slipping into her fully with a tremble to his legs and arms, breath hitching and swallowing around a moan that escapes his chest. “Gods, Isla—” comes the quiet breath as he doesn’t waste any time, picking up that pace of fucking her hard as she’s demanded.
There’s one good thing about Ascension and that’s the lack of pain, something that makes it easier for him not to worry about whether or not he presses too hard, whether he’s got a leg of hers bent poorly. Little alleviating factors that allow him to tug on her golden locks, thumb pressing against her clit as he sinks into her, a bit slowly at first to ensure he is lined up before slipping into her fully with a tremble to his legs and arms, breath hitching and swallowing around a moan that escapes his chest. “Gods, Isla—” comes the quiet breath as he doesn’t waste any time, picking up that pace of fucking her hard as she’s demanded.
some princes don't become kings
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.
