SUNJATA
She melts into him and he can’t help the smirk that crosses her lips as she nearly seems to whine when he moves. But he returns, quickly, breaking the tension with the tug on her hair. Her moan is stifled by his lips, and as his tongue explores and he waits for the confirmation (a small positive sound) he breaks his lips from hers to kiss along the bruise on her neck that’s beginning to form, he misses the widening of her honeyed eyes as he enters.She arches against him, hips rocking into his and he presses further into her, tugging lightly as her head tilts back. One hand moves to support her lower back as she arches, sharing most of his weight onto his elbow with the hand fisted in her hair. He pushes further, rocking with her as his own deep groan escapes his lips, breathy against the pale skin of her neck. And he can’t help himself, he picks up his pace, his kisses growing hungry and devouring, breath picking up and raking along her neck, as he bites on her shoulder now as if he’s trying to pin her as he speeds up.
His other hand that supports her back tightens at her hips, helping her rock into him. It’s been awhile for him, and gods does it feel good.
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.
