SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
The sounds that come from her are like music to his ears, and he practically hums beneath the moaning praises he receives. All different pitches, different bits of desperation, and if he had wanted to pause and prolong it, he’d tell her just how much he appreciates her in this moment, writhing beneath the actions he gives her. But he doesn’t, only pausing when needed to breathe despite his own panting. Tongue raking along his lips as he does so, before he dives in again.
He can feel her tighten around his finger, slick with her, that he begins to pump it a small amount faster, until he’s sure she’s loosened up enough to curl his finger in a small stroke within her, distracting her as he continues to explore her with his tongue, slowly circling the teardrop he finds there. But it’s not enough, not enough as he grows dizzy with her, and he flattens his tongue against her as he withdraws his finger from her. He takes a deep breath, gaze lustful and dark and stormy as he glances up to her from beneath the cover of her thighs.
And then he lowers himself, tongue entering her to soak the taste of her up, his free arm’s muscles twitching slightly as he goes to lift her hips up again, to get as deep as he can as fast as he can — to devour her in the gentlest way he knows how, before smirking to himself and withdrawing to her teardrop again, to replace his finger where it had been before in that same stroking pattern inside her, wanting to feel her tighten around him.
He can feel her tighten around his finger, slick with her, that he begins to pump it a small amount faster, until he’s sure she’s loosened up enough to curl his finger in a small stroke within her, distracting her as he continues to explore her with his tongue, slowly circling the teardrop he finds there. But it’s not enough, not enough as he grows dizzy with her, and he flattens his tongue against her as he withdraws his finger from her. He takes a deep breath, gaze lustful and dark and stormy as he glances up to her from beneath the cover of her thighs.
And then he lowers himself, tongue entering her to soak the taste of her up, his free arm’s muscles twitching slightly as he goes to lift her hips up again, to get as deep as he can as fast as he can — to devour her in the gentlest way he knows how, before smirking to himself and withdrawing to her teardrop again, to replace his finger where it had been before in that same stroking pattern inside her, wanting to feel her tighten around him.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
