[RQ] shoulda just called him whiskey

charlie

Charlie’s heels clicked softly against the newly laid floors, echoing in the vaulted space as she led Sunjata through the corridors. “Mmhmm, I live here! Well, partly,” she clarified over her shoulder, tail swaying in sync with her hips. "I spend a fair amount of time in the Dusklight too." Given the House of Midnight, Charlie didn't think she necessarily needed to elaborate when it came to the why of it all. Unattached and preferring it that way given that she still wasn't entirely used to the customs and expectations of being in a relationship, that didn't mean the priestess enjoyed being alone.

They turned a corner where the walls glowed with gentle witchlights, illuminating tall arches of blackened stone and silver filigree. At the end of the hall was a dark, double door carved with curling vines—deliberately gothic, and just a little menacing. Charlie pushed it open and gestured grandly with both arms. "Welcome to the Rage Room," she purred. The space beyond was large, the air pleasantly warm and thrumming with a faint magical hum. "It'll be a pocket of time that doesn’t move quite the way it does out there. Whatever you do inside—smashing glass, messing up the furniture, a little friendly stabbing—" she paused with a mischievous grin, "—when you leave, poof! It all goes back to normal. Like nothing ever happened."

Inside, racks of gleaming weapons and shelves filled with delicate glassware lined the walls, flickering under torchlight that gave the entire room a smoky, old-world glow. A sumptuous marble slab took center stage, veined in crimson, as if Dygra herself had hand-selected it. Large vases brimmed with flowers in riotous reds and oranges, perfuming the air in a way that was somehow both sweet and a touch dangerous. "We stocked it with plenty of alcohol, too," Charlie continued, breezing over to run her fingers across a rack of dark bottles. "For, you know, stress relief… or encouragement."

Glancing back at Sunjata, she lifted one shoulder in a teasing shrug. "Danta said you might like a distraction." Innocently enough said, Charlie's blue eyes sparkled as she turned, dart!ing into a seated position atop the slab. "The room isn't quite ready yet...we still have a few things left to do, but..." She offers the Flood a fanged smile. "You sorta look like maybe you need to blow off a bit of steam based on how tight all of you felt on the flight over here."

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

“Yeah, I get that.” Sunjata hums softly, lips settling into an easy and crookedly boyish smile as she leads the way, the Flood following her easily with his long strides. He takes in the Temple as they go, what changes have been made, and if he’s being honest? It looks nice. Lived in and cared for in a way that the previous temple had only held reflections of.

At the ornate doors is where he pauses when she pushes it open, taking in the scene before him decked with pretty flowers that he isn’t sure whether or not are supposed to be pretty or menacing (or both?) but the explanation has him nodding his head, deciding that was probably a good way to end fights, if whatever happened inside was undone.

He can’t lie and say he doesn’t perk up with the mention of alcohol, though, and he does glance over his shoulder as if he might be able to spot the little bar for it. “Sounds like a room for everything then, huh?” Sunjata says behind the chuckle as he looks back toward the petite blonde, only to see her dart! from the bar he’d been seeking out, to sitting atop the slab of stone that looks as ominous as it does welcoming.

The flush that floods his cheeks and the tips of his ears has him immediately warm, snorting under his breath as he takes the steps to the little bar to start. “He did, didn’t he.” He says wearily, shaking his head before he pops open a bottle of the strongest they have on tap and pouring a decent amount into a glass nearby. It’s not enough to do much of anything to him, but it’s a start. The lightness of his limbs might be a nice place to start this off with. And so he downs it without any issues whatsoever, focusing his attention back on Charlie and thinking about Hotaru and how she’s still lost (timelines ??) and how she would, likely, understand.

It’s been ages since he’s been able to cope like this anyway, having been burnt the last time he’d tried. So maybe… just maybe, it wouldn’t be terrible to try again.

His steps bring him to the slab of stone she sits atop, reverting to a version of himself that’s far more Frey these days than it is himself, and he plants both hands on either side of the petite blonde when he leans in, smelling of liquor and whatever else it was Charlie fancied. “It’s been awhile since I’ve done this as a distraction. Forgive me if I’m rusty?” The question is aired on a deeper, rougher accent, scarred face quirking with the light roguish smirk that blossoms, giving her the final decision of whether or not to give in or pull away.

'cause i might make a move

charlie

Charlie’s breath quickened the moment Sunjata closed the distance, his scent filling her senses. Gods, it was intoxicating: that perfect mingling of liquor’s bite, the metallic tang of fresh blood, and a steamy warmth that reminded her of a lava pool at midnight. Her lips parted with a soft sound of delight, and her bright blue eyes danced over the freckles of colour in his steel gaze. "Rusty, hm?" she purred, canting her horned head in playful curiosity. Is that even possible for a demigod?" Even so, she spread her knees just enough to give him room to stand between them. A gentle, almost absent-minded hum left her throat as her fingertips brushed along the defined lines of his arms, nails skimming across skin and tattoos like a promise. Beneath her hands, she could feel the subtle tension coiled there—pain, longing, or maybe just hunger.

"We can drown it all out," Charlie offered, voice dipping a bit lower, "—or talk, if you’d rather. I'm a very good listener." Her tone suggested she’d be fully supportive of either option, despite the way her pupils had begun to widen, swallowing up the blue of her eyes. Her tail curled around his calf, a playful anchor to keep him near. "You really do smell amazing, by the way," she whispered, a confession that came with a breathy laugh. Faint hints of that coppery tang teased her senses, stoking her curiosity and arousal alike. "Is that a Frey thing too?"

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

“Unfortunately.” Sunjata admits as the alcohol starts to make him feel a touch looser. Not much more than that, given everything, but a boon was still a boon. One he utilizes here. His head tilts a fraction as her hand trails up his arms, the touch one that’s warm and comfortable and everything he needs right this second after such a disastrous last couple of days.

He shivers with it and her voice as he listens, emitting a soft huff of a laugh before he shakes his head a little. “I’m not a very good talker as it turns out. Better with my body than my words.” He explains swiftly as he does take the offered space between her legs, letting her tail wind around his as he makes the conscious decision to mimic her. Unfurling from his back comes the dragon wings from earlier, scarred and tattered in spots, but much smaller than his full form. His horns also spiral out from his head and a forked tongue completes the look, his smile clearly the mask he needs to start off the night. “It is a Frey thing.” Here, he closes the distance more, angling his head to where he can press his cheek against her ear. “What do I smell like to you?” He asks in a low, accented rumble, angled enough to where his neck and shoulder would align perfectly with her nose and lips, as if a signal.

'cause i might make a move

charlie

"I've only had the pleasure of visiting the House of Midnight once, but...it certainly doesn't seem like the sort of place run by a man who's rusty." The priestess purrs, one of her eyebrows lifting, but chuckling softly and fixing the demigod a disbelieving stare. "I bet you say that to all the girls." To all the boys, too, and everyone in between, she guessed.

Sitting up a touch straighter as he began to shift, unfettered delight sparked in the blonde's gaze as she beheld the newly revealed primal alterations. Her hands moved almost of their own accord, reaching out to lightly trace the elegant curves of his wings; able to reach only about a 1/4 of the way across given their respective heights, Charlie let her fingertips graze against the inner membrane on their way back, making sure to brush against the places where she could see veins fracturing through.

Tilting her chin up to better appreciate his horns, the priestess's head tilted slightly to one side, her blue eyes shimmering in the low light as she flashed him a fanged smile. "Our horns come in all shapes and sizes." She murmurs, red lips hugging the words as she lifts a hand, pressing a single fingertip against the point of one horn. "Some, like mine with shred your hands if you try and hold them." Small though they were, the unrefined edges of the ruby were sharp as knives. "But some..." Curiosity flared in the priestess's eyes as she let her finger swirl down the outside of Sunjata's horn, her fingers ghosting around its girth as fire softly pooled in her palm creating heat. "..some are meant to be touched."

Not bothering to hide her shiver of delight to feel his breath tickle across her neck, Charlie leans forward, the distance between them no longer just friendly. Closing her eyes, Charlie inhales deeply, her one hand curled just shy of the base of his horn. "You smell like the bonfires we used to light—ones that seemed to touch the sky. You smell like the final sip of wine that rinses the last of the meat from your mouth, like something honeyed that burns. Oh, and—" Tilting her head, now it was her turn to place the sleek column of her neck nearer to his mouth as she nodded toward the glass of liquor he held. "—that, of course."

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

Sunjata snorts a soft, airy sound to her retort; figuring that it wasn’t often that anyone had a chance to dance beneath the sheets with him or Hotaru, so the chances of Charlie having some idea or idea expectation was likely low. Rusty to him and rusty to her were quite likely to be very different things. “Only the pretty ones.”

So, he concedes the point in favor of revealing his tricks; the shift that spirals from his back and his skull, immediately shivering with delight as her fingertips trace along the smooth, velvet membranes. It has a huff of breath leaving his lips, washing her with another hint of the liquor on his tongue.

“Remind me to keep my hands anywhere else.” He teases as she speaks about her horns, one of those hands lifting to slide closer, his warm palm pressing against her hip and the base of her lower back. His fingers twitch initially, a shiver flitting through him with a hitch of his breath to feel the warmth and the hand on his spiraled horns. He doesn’t respond lest his voice give him away, instead focusing on the description she provides of just what he smells like.

And he lets her talk while he pays only miniscule attention to it, sinking in to press his lips to her neck, trailing a few kisses as his wings shiver and rustle again before he withdraws to nose his way up to her ear. “It’s a pretty good supply.” He hums the husky, accented whisper to her ear. His hand at her hip and lower back grows a touch more possessive, pulling her closer to the edge of the slab of stone to press closer to him. Once he’s pleased with how close she is, his hands lower to her parted thighs, aiming to slide the back dress up to her hips, touching every expanse of skin he can seek, dropping his head back to her neck just beneath her ear to scrape his teeth against the flesh there. “For what it’s worth, mine are definitely supposed to be touched. Or gripped. Whatever you wanna do.” He mentions in regards to his own horns her hand still grips.

'cause i might make a move

charlie

Charlie’s eyes sparkle with playful mischief as she catches Sunjata’s teasing remark. Her bright blue gaze holding his with unwavering confidence, a sultry smile dancing on her red lips. "Oh, don’t worry about the horns," she purrs, her voice smooth and inviting. [says]"There are plenty of other places where you can put your hands." Her fingers trace a delicate path along the soft membrane of his wing, enjoying the contrast between the coolness of his skin and the warmth radiating from her touch.

As Sunjata tugs her across the stone, Charlie leans into his embrace, her petite frame effortlessly slipping into his hold. The fabric of her black gown whispers against the smooth surface, moving gracefully with her as she adjusts her position to align more closely with him, her legs already parting further to settle against the outside of his thighs. She sighs softly, the sensation of his lips grazing her neck sending a shiver down her spine, her spade-tipped tail flicking in response. Without hesitation, she pushes herself further into him, finding a raw sort of satisfaction in the wild differences between their heights.

One hand continues to trace the delicate membrane of his wing, her fingertips grazing the soft skin in a teasing caress, while the other gently twists the base of his horn, the unrefined edges pressing lightly against her palm. The contrasting sensations of his body—dry and intense from the horns, versus the soft and warm feel of his wing—create a tantalizing balance that has Charlie wanting to carve Dygra's name onto both with her claws, and one she hopes will blot out whatever horrors are lingering in Sunjata's mind. "You must make everyone want to devour you," the priestess hums in a low and approving tone against him.

With a final, suggestive squeeze, Charlie pulls back slightly, her eyes never leaving his. Gently at first, she twists her fingers against the base of his horn, the motion smooth and intentional. Her palms begin to warm with the flicker of flame, her grip tightening as the ambient heat mirrors the intensity of her arousal. With a confident tug, Charlie draws Sunjata closer, her petite frame fitting effortlessly against his towering presence. Her lips meet his in a slow, deliberate kiss, her tongue dancing with the practiced ease of someone who has indulged in countless moments like this. The sensation is both exhilarating and deeply familiar, a testament to her centuries-old experience and unwavering devotion to her role as priestess, and yet not even she can say that she's fucked one of Frey's demigods before.

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

There are plenty of places to put his hands, indeed. And he takes her up on it when he pulls her closer, hands ghosting along the outsides of her thighs, hitching up that beautiful little black dress up around her hips. Shivering delightfully with the way her hand pays attention to his wings, Sunjata doesn’t have a tail to convey his feelings, but the slight tremble from her touch radiating through his wings should be a good indicator.

That, and as she presses more against him eagerly, Sunjata meets her in kind, large hands sweeping around her hips and up the curve of her body, winding around her frame with ease as she makes her comment and he withdraws from her neck ever so slightly, lifting up to ghost those little soft nips at her earlobe. “That’s kinda the idea, isn’t it?” He hums with a breathy kind of laugh, withdrawing fully to let her claim his lips to offer all kinds of distractions he’s been searching for.

Heat pulses at the rough spiral of his horn and he lets a low sound emit into the slow kiss, his tongue dancing with hers before he’s letting it partially shift to a forked nature, winding around hers tantalizingly as his thumbs follow the swell of her breasts, a tease so brief it’s almost mournful when his hands drop again, slipping up beneath the dress to lift it and feel her smooth skin against his scarred, calloused ones. Tugging it up to reveal her to him, he cranes and presses into her harder, wings pressing against the stone slab for the additional balance as he swipes his thumbs across both of her nipples. He presses in a touch greedier, too, making the growing, ever obvious arousal apparent where it’s tenting his pants.

Not wanting to linger too long, however, Sunjata withdraws from it with a hazy lustful dark hue to his gaze, parting long enough to slip her out of that dress and admire her curves before he’s slipping out of his own, all tattoos and scars on display with his devouring focus on her entirely, forgoing his pants for the moment as he leans in, replacing one of his hands at her breast for the forked tongue, flicking and caressing before he starts the path downward along her skin, prepared for the momentary drowning to forget everything else that’s happening.

'cause i might make a move

charlie

Charlie’s heartbeat pounds as Sunjata’s forked tongue dances provocatively with hers. A soft gasp escapes her as his lips trail from her neck to her earlobe, and she presses her small breasts against his hand, inviting his exploration. Every touch, every caress, sends a thrill of ancient desire coursing through her, a reminder of centuries spent in worship and indulgence. Her eyes flutter closed as she surrenders to the sensation, the warmth of his skin and the subtle pressure of his growing arousal—evident even through the fabric of his pants—igniting a fire within her.

Breaking the kiss just enough to let a sultry whisper escape, she murmurs, "Tear it off," meaning her dress. Even as her words die against the hollow of his throat, her hands continue their exploration; one trailing along the soft membrane of his wing, the other teasingly tracing the curves of his torso. Each caress is designed to stoke his arousal further, to draw out every delicious moment before they surrender entirely to the wild ecstasy they crave. Charlie’s movements are both tender and insistent, a sensual prelude that promises to stretch out this moment of exquisite distraction, offering Sunjata a reprieve from his haunted past and inviting him to lose himself completely in her embrace.

Charlie's body is a masterpiece of curves and golden warmth—a tantalizing paradox in miniature form. Despite her petite stature, every inch of her skin exudes a fierce, unyielding allure, a body that demands not just gentle caresses but bold, unrestrained touches. Wearing nothing more than a black lacy thong that clings like a second skin to her voluptuous curves, the priestess radiates an invitation to indulgence. With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she races Sunjata toward the heat pooling invitingly between her thighs; a single red-nailed finger glides purposefully over her underwear as she flashes him a fanged smile.

"Has Frey given you the ability to cum over and over..? Or am I expected to pace myself with you?"

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

That’s a request he can happily provide; his fingers shifting to claws, sharp yet gentle, mirroring the sharp claws of his draconic talons, slicing up the little black dress with the quiet whisper of zzz of the fabric as it’s shredded from her sides, moved and tossed carelessly to the side. His fingers are replaced, the calloused fingertips pressing in to leave little red marks in a temporary possessiveness with how much of the dragon shift is on display.

His wings shiver as he drags himself down her beautiful body, focusing his attention on her curves and petite frame, along her breasts and her stomach that rises and falls with the increase of breath, he rides the line between the invitation she provides, of being both gentle and rough, dragging blunt fingernails down her stomach and leaving little pink lines, bending and craning a touch as he delves down her body, peering up at her with steel eyes made darker with the prospect of forgetting everything that’s been weighing on him.

His gaze quickly follows her hand, to the red finger and the barely there lacy thong, smirking up at her from between her legs as he starts drawing up her legs to hook them over his shoulders. “Haven’t gotten that perk, yet, sorry.” He admits almost a touch mournfully, twisting his head to press his lips to the inside of her thigh, keeping his gaze on her as his hands slide up and caress the curves of her ass and toy with the band of the thong around her hips. “So, if you want to pace yourself..” He shrugs a shoulder, jostling her leg a little when he dives in, pressing his lips and mouth to the dampness of the garment she wears, humming a vibrating note of approval, before he’s sliding the fabric over and slipping his tongue against her, the forked ends caressing her clit perfectly attentive and well practiced.

'cause i might make a move

charlie

Charlie’s eyes darken with desire as Sunjata’s skilled ministrations intensify, his hands and tongue orchestrating a symphony of sensations along the lean muscles of her inner thigh. Her soft gasp mingles with the quiet hum of the room as his lips press reverently against the delicate skin there. In response, she moans low and breathily, her body arching into his touch as if urging him to explore further. The taste of his whispered arousal drives her to press her heels against his lower back, ensuring his mouth finds every tempting inch of her. Her hands, steady and commanding despite her petite frame, descend slowly along her curves before grasping the base of both of his spiralled horns with suggestive firmness, a not-so-subtle indication of what it would later feel like when he finally deigned to remove his pants and she is able to wrap her hands around his cock.

A sultry chuckle escapes her lips as she teases, "You must be one hell of an altruist not asking Frey for that perk first," her words a delicious blend of playful mockery and genuine arousal. There is no pacing in her world tonight—only the urgent need to savour every lingering touch and heated whisper. Her fingers continue to trace deliberate patterns along his sculpted skin, drawing him deeper into the moment.

With a slow, deliberate shift, Charlie inquires, her voice husky with need, "Are you content leaning here before the stone, or would you prefer to lay where I am?" That way she could drape herself over his lips and save his back the trouble of dealing with the vast difference in their heights.

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

If he felt like being honest, he might have told her it likely would cause more problems for him unless he specifically asked for a way to ensure he couldn’t accidentally have a million kids if he asked for the ability to have hardly a recovery period. But, figuring it would ruin the mood with the brushes of it he has had, the Flood focuses entirely on the sultry hum of a laugh, warm breath heating up against her sensitive skin. “Mm, well, instead I got water.” He hums, letting a few trickles of water appear in the air above them, dripping in cool temperatures against her skin, smirking up at her from between her legs.

It matched his moniker, at least.

Ah, but his horns are captured again and the shiver vibrates down his wings and back in a visible shuddering, a hot exhale meeting her skin again before he buries his face for a few moments longer, forked tongue already diving into her sweetness. Her offer is met with the pause, retracting from where he’s placed most of his focus, raising a brow playfully before he decides she might have a touch more fun being wholly in control, draped over him.

“We can swap.” Comes the soft purr, lips dragging against her inner thighs as he withdraws, figuring he might as well slip out of the rest of his clothes, letting them pool beside the stone table and sighing lightly at the relief offered from the removal of binding clothes. His hands return to her as he shifts to get onto the stone with her, twisting and tugging her over him as he rolls onto his back, wings flattening against the stone table, clawed points of it pointing to one another above his head, allowing her the choice of whether she wished to face away from the rest of his body or toward it.

'cause i might make a move

charlie

Charlie's eyes burn with anticipation as Sunjata's ministrations continue to stoke the fires within her. His hands and lips work in seamless rhythm along her inner thigh, each caress sending a tremor of delight through her body. As she remains lost in the early thrills of his touch, she knows there's a quip about how he certainly doesn't need water magic in order to make her wet, but it fades quickly from her mind as she's too absorbed in the delicious sensations his fingers and tongue evoke.

As Sunjata shifts their positions, his strong arms guide her with practiced ease across the cool stone, and Charlie, forgoing her usual dart! ability, allows him to move her. She relishes the feel of his muscles coiling beneath his skin, the intimate pressure building between them. Recognizing the unique pleasure drawn from his horned caresses, the priestess opts to position herself over his mouth, rather than twisting to face the length of his body. With a subtle, knowing smile, she reasserts her hold on his spiralled horns, her fingertips tightening around their base like a promise of what is to come, even as her tail sneakily descends down the length of him toward where his cock has finally been freed.

Lowering herself slowly, her petite thighs settle near his ears as she rolls her hips over his lips. "Help a girl out, would you?" Charlie purrs, her tail grasping the base of his cock as she moves to stifle whatever response he might give with the slick heat of her cunt. Though she'd gotten only a quick eyeful of Sunjata's cock as he shed his clothes, based on the girth of him where her tail wrapped around, the priestess knew from experience that being able to cum before taking him into her would make everything easier for both of them.

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

SUNJATA

the flood

'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low

More than happy to pick her up and adjust her however she’d like, Sunjata finds that she feels as if she weighs next to nothing – making a mostly conscious effort to readjust them with the promise of leaving whatever was bothering him in the past to focus wholly on her. At least, that’s the plan, as he notes that she remains facing him. And it’s a crooked smirk that’s soon hidden as she lowers herself, and wraps her hands around the spiraled base of his horns, already causing the sensitivity to flare down his spine and straight to his cock.

His breath hitches slightly, a low rumble of sound leaving him that should and would otherwise be words, if the slick heat of her wasn’t muffling his words. Instead, it breaks from the low rumble into a vibrating purred moan as he assumes her tail winds around his cock, mind blanking for a split second before he’s conscious again to move his hands, keeping one at her hip and digging his fingertips in a touch while the other trails up her body, lingering on her curves until his hand finds one of her breasts, simultaneously rolling her nipple between his fingers as his forked tongue does, in fact, get to work helping her out.

He hardly has time to lap up her sweetness before his tongue is cupping and gliding along her clit, starting slow before his pace starts to pick up. His wings lift, slowly because gods he’s distracted wholly by her, to press their ends against her lower back, giving her space to rock against his face and tongue while also feeling as if he has hands everywhere with the pressure of it, rocking his hips slightly against her tail to feel the friction and add another vibrating and low moan against her.

'cause i might make a move