SUNJATA
She’s close, and he smirks through his kisses as she grows frantic, the build up moving faster and faster edging closer and closer until he begins to slow. His head lifting from her neck as she whines his name so lovely. She gasps for air and he presses his lips to hers gently as she arches her hips into him, speeding it up on her end. Her hips rock faster and she’s basically begging him (huge influx of ego) and he follows through with her request.Picking up the pace again, his hips rock against hers faster, deeper, and harder. A deep hiss escapes his lips as he presses his head against her own, abiding her wishes and riding her to climax, hoping that she’ll utter his name again, hoping perhaps he’s taught her a thing or two of what she likes, hoping perhaps he gets to do this again. “Mhmm.” He groans to her in response to her plea (even as belated as it is) as his arrives, and he prays to all the gods of this world and home that the protection works.
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.
