they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
The sounds she makes are music to his ears, and he nearly vibrates under her touch, with the need she has for him to be closer and closer until they can’t anymore. And he easily obliges, forgetting everything else but her. A hand drifts from her side to her hair, pulling at it and pawing, letting her pick the pace as he matches her, his lips breaking from hers for her neck while he kisses and bites and hums his own pleasure. He wants to hear the sounds she makes, wants to hold her tight and show her, prove to her that he doesn’t care about the repercussions.
He lets her adjust enough before picking up the pace faster, the bridge of his nose brushing against the crook of her ear, letting his breath rake along her neck and jaw. His one hand tangles in her hair, the other helps support her by the small of her back, but his fingers curl enough to dig his own nails in slightly as he loses himself with her, drowns in her, forgets all else.
He lets her adjust enough before picking up the pace faster, the bridge of his nose brushing against the crook of her ear, letting his breath rake along her neck and jaw. His one hand tangles in her hair, the other helps support her by the small of her back, but his fingers curl enough to dig his own nails in slightly as he loses himself with her, drowns in her, forgets all else.
does it look like he's still under your control?
SUNJATA
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.
