the city looks so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me?
He wouldn’t be doing it if he didn’t want to, is the first thing. And a growl of appreciation leaves him as Lusea’s hand tightens in his hair, her comment driving him further — but it’s Loren’s apprehension at first, not quite grasping how to handle fire and water, despite how much magic might burn beneath the surface. But Sunjata can show him, teach him in this manner, just how.
And he absolutely hears Lusea, the sound that leaves her, and it adds to that fire within him, adds to the flood begging to be unleashed. But he restrains, waiting and — then she’s pressing against Loren, reaching to pull him close, but he’s already lost his shirt in a feigned attempt to remove the blood from his body, and instead he grins to her, head angling over Loren’s shoulder to kiss his flame, deep with the singing of teeth and tongue.
She calls him her flood, and his body sings to her, a hum of a chuckle leaving him that’s breathless and husky as he goes to remove his belt. “Ek wil graag meer vertroue van hom sien.” He tells her gruffly, an honest truth. But Loren seems to get the hint — painfully slowly, as he goes to remove Lusea’s shirt. And a light smirk crosses Sunjata’s face at that. Child’s play.
He stands just enough to push the table away, stealing a chair across from the duo, as his hands find Lusea’s hip and Loren’s thigh, drifting up and under Lusea’s shirt to help the summoner remove it. But he’s not done yet. “Like this.” He growls toward Loren, a slight hint of need and primal desire as he presses his face into the side of her neck, kissing and biting and sucking along the skin to her jaw. His other hand that has helped to remove the shirt aims for her chest, rough and not at all gentle like the summoner has. He intends to leave marks with her.
Perhaps now with both their shirts off Loren might notice the flaming arrow on his heart, the ocean wave over her own, as he reaches forward to pull Loren to them, a sharpened grin adorning his face. “It’s a wild ride, Loren, can you handle it?” He huffs to Loren, a challenge. If he’s fucked a god, he can certainly handle this. He hopes so at least. And he turns to Lusea, eyes shadowed and glazed with his own desire. “Ek wil hê jy moet met hom ry en hom wys hoe dit in Korofi gedoen word. Maar los 'n paar vir my...”
Ek wil graag meer vertroue van hom sien. – I would like to see more confidence from him.
Ek wil hê jy moet met hom ry en hom wys hoe dit in Korofi gedoen word. Maar los 'n paar vir my. – I want you to ride him and show him how it's done in Korofi. But leave some for me.
And he absolutely hears Lusea, the sound that leaves her, and it adds to that fire within him, adds to the flood begging to be unleashed. But he restrains, waiting and — then she’s pressing against Loren, reaching to pull him close, but he’s already lost his shirt in a feigned attempt to remove the blood from his body, and instead he grins to her, head angling over Loren’s shoulder to kiss his flame, deep with the singing of teeth and tongue.
She calls him her flood, and his body sings to her, a hum of a chuckle leaving him that’s breathless and husky as he goes to remove his belt. “Ek wil graag meer vertroue van hom sien.” He tells her gruffly, an honest truth. But Loren seems to get the hint — painfully slowly, as he goes to remove Lusea’s shirt. And a light smirk crosses Sunjata’s face at that. Child’s play.
He stands just enough to push the table away, stealing a chair across from the duo, as his hands find Lusea’s hip and Loren’s thigh, drifting up and under Lusea’s shirt to help the summoner remove it. But he’s not done yet. “Like this.” He growls toward Loren, a slight hint of need and primal desire as he presses his face into the side of her neck, kissing and biting and sucking along the skin to her jaw. His other hand that has helped to remove the shirt aims for her chest, rough and not at all gentle like the summoner has. He intends to leave marks with her.
Perhaps now with both their shirts off Loren might notice the flaming arrow on his heart, the ocean wave over her own, as he reaches forward to pull Loren to them, a sharpened grin adorning his face. “It’s a wild ride, Loren, can you handle it?” He huffs to Loren, a challenge. If he’s fucked a god, he can certainly handle this. He hopes so at least. And he turns to Lusea, eyes shadowed and glazed with his own desire. “Ek wil hê jy moet met hom ry en hom wys hoe dit in Korofi gedoen word. Maar los 'n paar vir my...”
Ek wil graag meer vertroue van hom sien. – I would like to see more confidence from him.
Ek wil hê jy moet met hom ry en hom wys hoe dit in Korofi gedoen word. Maar los 'n paar vir my. – I want you to ride him and show him how it's done in Korofi. But leave some for me.
till the skies bleed ashes
and the fucking skyline crashes
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.
