SUNJATA
He savors all the sounds she makes, smiling against her neck as she makes them until they’re near the bed and his manages to remove her dress. Her fingers dig into his back and he smirks but says nothing on it. But he can’t help himself when the dress falls away, pulling away from her he kisses her chastily on the lips. And then he pulls his head back to look at her. And his lips curl as he devours, tongue licking his lower lip as he looks to her eyes again. “You are stunning.” His voice is rough, gravely, breathy, and he leans in again to press his lips against hers. His hands roaming to her hips to pull her closer to him, to see if she can feel he’s not faking it. His kisses get deeper, and he hums to her lightly as his hands leave her lips to roam up and brush teasingly against her breasts. His head tilts as he pulls away once more, eyes searching her own to see how she’s liking it. He’s taking it mostly slow, as slow as he can without prolonging anything too much. His restraint is little, and it’s been a long time since he’s been this close to a woman. And it shows in the way his arms get goosebumps when she roves her hands against him.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
still we rot
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.
