SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
She takes more of him, deeper and his breath hitches as it begins to pick up. That burning sensation in his lower back and gut growing more insistent with the way her tongue strokes and presses against his shaft, moving upward in what seems like partial prolonged torture. But it’s wonderful, too, and when she pauses to look at him, she’ll find his head still tilted back in the pillows, leaving her actions somewhat of a surprise to him.
His chest rises and falls with the sensation, the way he begins to pant slightly. But then she goes down on him again and he burns with it, goosebumps igniting and blossoming beneath the trail of her fingers, cock twitching as she picks up a steady rhythm that he has to fight himself against. The hand within her hair shifts a small amount, dull enough claws that poke out and scratch along her shoulder and neck softly.
And he realizes, like he always does, that he wants more of her. To devour her too, in whatever way he can. For now? He’s told her to make it up to him, and so far she has been as evidenced by the groans that leave his lips, the way she manages to get is back to arch slightly, hips shifting up toward her and yet pulling away all the same — unable to stop himself despite how hard he tries.
His chest rises and falls with the sensation, the way he begins to pant slightly. But then she goes down on him again and he burns with it, goosebumps igniting and blossoming beneath the trail of her fingers, cock twitching as she picks up a steady rhythm that he has to fight himself against. The hand within her hair shifts a small amount, dull enough claws that poke out and scratch along her shoulder and neck softly.
And he realizes, like he always does, that he wants more of her. To devour her too, in whatever way he can. For now? He’s told her to make it up to him, and so far she has been as evidenced by the groans that leave his lips, the way she manages to get is back to arch slightly, hips shifting up toward her and yet pulling away all the same — unable to stop himself despite how hard he tries.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
