SUNJATA
He can’t help the groans that escape him as he kisses and bites and teases, pace picking up as she moves with him. Her hand snaking up his chest to his hair, tangling and wonderful, the other grasping onto his back. He moves with her more, faster fulfilling the burning in his gut. For a midwife with no experience, he finds he likes the experience she’s giving him. And he rumbles it so as he moves with her.He doesn’t know how close she is, but he can feel himself brimming close as he moves somewhat suddenly, one hand that had been fisted in her hair now moving to take her arms and pin them above her head, lips parting as his steel gaze aims to see what she thinks. A brow lifted and he leans down to rest his forehead against hers as his pace picks up yet again, waiting, wanting, burning for her.
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.
