From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside
If there are any worries or warnings that tell her to restrain herself, to keep guarded, they are drowned beneath the tidal wave of sensation and emotion that they conjure with the simplest pass of their hands upon her skin. If they want to worry and wonder she will let them. She is tired of being the controlled one. The one holding Sunjata together, the one letting him walk away from her arms into another's. The one giving advice, teaching, leading. For a moment - for a single night - she lets them place their hands upon her and take care of her.
Sunjata's kiss is familiar fire, a pain that cleanses even as it burns through her. She rises on her toes to press their lips together more firmly, rising like a cresting storm barely capable of being restrained beneath her skin. The promising bite he leaves her with is a pale pretender to the fangs he presses to her neck, and she whimpers, some primordial part of her shuddering in submission at the gravity of the action. Trusting him to hurt her in exactly the ways she wants, to hold her firm to the earth. They are her anchors, and she stares hungrily as they move to kiss over her shoulder, eyes ravenous and appreciative even as blunt but imposing nails distract her with a gasp of noise that sputters out into a hitched moan. Nate's nails follow in tandem, trailing up her back until it has her arching forward into him, the hand at Sunjata's nape flexing tightly at the myriad of sensations. The hand still on Nate slips around his side, drawing him closer until all she can hear, taste, breathe is them.
Nate, always the logical one - and isn't that hilarious? - pulls away to prompt them to a better location, and Hotaru has to force down her desire to have them put the door's solidity to the test. Instead she slowly trails her nails down Sunjata's neck and collarbone as she releases him, forcing herself to step away from the heat of his body at her back. And directly into Nate's arms, which pull her up and into his chest as if she's lighter than a feather, prompting a strangled noise from the hollow of her throat. Betraying her with the pleased tone that underscores it. Hotaru leans in and bites playfully at the doctor's ear, using the closeness to whisper to him. "Cheater, you're figuring out my secrets." Not that she is keen on objecting. Turning to gaze over his shoulder at Sunjata with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, she beckons him with a crook of her finger as they ascend the stairs together. Safe in the knowledge that Nate will not let her fall, she lets her hands roam shamelessly, tangling in that gorgeous hair that she had scarcely been able to let go of last time. Tugging and playing, pressing light kisses over his brow, the corner of his eye, the edge of his lips.
The bedroom is not given nearly the same amount of attention, far too focused on the handsome men accompanying her into it. All that she cares about is the fact that there's a bed. Before she is deposited somewhere (wherever Nate intends to put her) she cradles his head in her hands and draws him in for another kiss. Adamant that this one be longer, slower, than the tease of one he had first imparted.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Hotaru’s kiss is fiery and warm, the way she presses into him. It sparks more of that electricity he knows she has within her veins. And when he pulls away, seeking Nate’s lips, he acutely can hear Hotaru’s voice color the air between them as Nate pulls her in tighter. Hotaru’s hand at the back of his neck is welcome, and he pushes back against the splaying there, muscles flexing beneath her touch before Nate’s pulling away and mentioning that they should move. And there’s a part of him, much like with Hotaru, that wants to rebel against the idea. But Nate’s right in the end, and he concedes, with a parting kiss before pulling back so the Ascended can lift Hotaru.
There’s a breathy chuckle that leaves him at Hotaru’s beckoning, as if she’d have to try hard at all to get him where she wants him, so he obliges anyway going to guide them up the stairs. Already his blood is humming with anticipation, the excitement, the fire within what's all happened tonight and how distinctly right it all feels. He could get used to this, easily.
He reaches the bedroom, the top floor, lifting his shirt and abandoning it in a corner while Hotaru pulls Nate in for that long kiss. He slips up beside the two of them now, pressing a kiss to Nate’s neck as his lips are occupied, before pulling away when the Ascended goes to put Hotaru down in among the soft fabric of the bed, awash in furs and blankets to ward away whatever cold nights there were. His hand slips to Nate’s hips then, pulling the Ascended with him to the bed, a rogue smirk curling his features as he, too, goes to whisper in his ear, tugging at Nate’s shirt to remove and discard with his own. “wat is makliker vir jou?” He purrs quietly — letting Nate be the decision maker in this as he always is, giving into that submission that Nate draws from him so well (and Hotaru, from what Sunjata can tell). Sunjata is moldable, willing to be put wherever, willing to give whatever he can, giving in.
So he waits for a response, tugging Nate with him to the bed where Hotaru waits, body thrumming and vibrating in excitement.
wat is makliker vir jou? — what’s easier for you?
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
It's all too easy to lift Hotaru in his arms, despite the fight that flares in her and Sunjata at the mention that they should move upstairs. Really, when had he become the voice of sense? At least it's easy to step away from, to lean into the curve of Sunjata's lips as he pulls away, to drink in the noise that falls from Hotaru's lips as she rises. A low growl rumbles through Nate's chest at the feeling of teeth in his ear, his reply to the whispered voice almost automatic. "I didn't know I was supposed to be playing fair." It's not like she was, hands roaming though his hair, sending shivers running down his spine, one of his own secrets made obvious, though it's not quite enough. "You can pull harder." He murmurs, shifting his hands to pull her closer.
If it wasn't for Sunjata leading the way, Nate isn't sure he'd have the willpower to make it all the way up, to make it into the bedroom. He does stop, in the middle of the floor, as Hotaru all but demands a kiss, her hands on his face, his tongue swiping across her lips, unable to help a little bit of tease. Another kiss presses against his neck, and in an instant, in that instant, Nate knows this is something he wants to get used to, that he wants more than this one time. He only pulls away from the kiss when he knows the abandoned will be breathless, and moves to set her on the bed gently, hands dragging along her body as he straightens, directly into Sunjata's hands. Nate barely needs any encouragement to pull his shirt off, abandoning it on the floor somewhere, one hand rising to tangle in short wavy hair as the other man leans in close. He's expecting more kisses, not words, sending bright blue eyes to flick over the bed.
Somehow, Nate has managed to float along in this dream without putting any actual though to how things will work. Now that it's been pointed out though, that they're here, and not talking around the idea in the ring, ideas flood his mind, one arrangement in particular refusing to leave once it comes to him. "Jy's goed met mondjies, nè?" The response is accompanied by a voracious grin, Nate's fingers moving to Sunjata's hips, pressing into the waistband of his pants as they moved back to the bed. It takes some pulling to get the attuned just so, laid out on his back, Hotaru on one side and Nate on the other.
Nate keeps a hand on Sunjata, fingers roaming over his jaw, tapping at his lips, while the other hand reaches out to wrap around Hotaru's hips, pulling her in close. He stops just short of kissing her again, voice whispering over his lips. "I think you'd be a lot more comfortable if you lost some layers Ru." It's phrased like a suggestion, a request, if only because Nate figures she won't respond well to an outright order.
Jy's goed met mondjies, nè? -- You're good with your mouth, right?
I’m in trouble for the things I haven’t got to yet
She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside
It's a little frightening, how easily they move around each other. Their simple, easy harmony together. It is like standing at the edge of a dizzying drop, the pit of your stomach sinking even as your heart races in vain attempts to fly. But she has already told herself that here and now, there is no place for doubt and second-guessing. There is no room for her hopes and fears. There is only the touch of skin, the heat of each intense kiss, the wrap of arms around her petite frame as she is carried up the stairs. At Nate's behest her hands pull harder, testing limits and learning his personal preferences. It's almost disappointing when he lays her down among the furs and linens, chasing the phantom touch of his tongue with her own, wetting her lips and staring hungrily up at both men as Sunjata wraps himself around Nate. It's like her own private show, and she restlessly brings her hands beneath her shirt and bra, thumbs skimming over nipples found already hard from stimulation and wanting.
The words spoken are intimate, and from Sunjata's brief lessons she can only catch a few words, but for once there's no frustration at being left out. They have their relationship, one she envies and reveres, and the fact that they are deigning to let her in on the fringes of it for a night is already gift enough.
Sunjata is laid down beside her, and she turns on her side, fingers dancing up his hip to sweep over his newly bared chest as Nate shuffles to join them. Using that same hand to brace against as Nate pulls her closer, the dark treble of his voice like sin itself dancing down her spine. She shudders and cuts a wicked smirk his way, shamelessly leaning overtop Sunjata as she removes her top and soft bindings, wriggling out of her bottoms just as brazenly. Until she is bare to their eyes at last. Hands moving to pull at Sunjata's waistband, electric eyes finding his in the halflight even as she responds to Nate beside him. "Then we should make it equal, right?" Voice purring, ready for the clothes to be removed so that she can straddle one of them perhaps, or get her hand on miles of tantalizing skin that remains blocked from her touch.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
The hum of his voice, strictly Korofian, gaze flickering toward Hotaru – wondering how much of it she’ll get out of it before his distraction is caused by Nate and his own korofi words strung along rather beautifully, if Sunjata had anything to say about it. There’s a hum of agreement, an equal smirk crossing his face with the implications of that statement while the Ascended’s hands dip below the waistband of his pants and angle him toward the bed. “heel goed.” He purrs back, shifting a bit to follow the guidance.
On his back now, Sunjata feels the furs beneath his spine, along the scars, gaze seeking Hotaru’s as she shudders with Nate’s words, already starting to tear off her clothes, her fingers trailing along his hip – he wonders if she’ll shock him again with those devilish fingers – before Nate’s hands remain on his chin and he’s finding himself suddenly unsure of where he wants to look. Acutely aware of how stunning the view is with either choice he makes. So his hands move, then, one wrapping around Hotaru and angling her a small amount against him, to feel her soft and smooth skin against his own, before he lets his other hand tangle in Nate’s hair to pull and tug at as Ru removes the rest of her bindings right against him. “I’m sure it’s something you both can take care of.” He rumbles in a small amount of a smirk and a challenge — making it obvious that both his hands are full. His gaze seeks Hotaru’s briefly, his tongue partially shifting to that forked tongue of his cobra shift, and he aims a bit deeper of a kiss with her to almost give her an idea of what’s in mind.
There’s a way that Nate had seemed to elude to for what they can do tonight that has Sunjata returning to kissing and nipping at Nate’s fingertips, pausing after a moment to focus on Hotaru and reach out with both hands to grasp for her — the muscles in both arms flexing as he does so, aiming to pull her in against him and Nate before rotating her a small amount. He tries to lift her, to help her straddle his face. The hand closest to Nate moves to the Ascended’s shoulder, partially shifting his hand into claws to drag along Nate’s skin. The other, more blunted but claws all the same, drag languidly up Hotaru’s own side, stopping to sweep under her breast in a slight taunt.
heel goed - very good.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Hands in his hair grow rougher, pull real groans and rumbles from Nate, even a growl as they cross the threshold of the bedroom, as he moves to set her down, more than a little unwillingly. Distraction comes immediately, in the form of Sunjata, the whispered Korofian between them. The cocky response he gets back from Sunjata has Nate grinning wide, his own teeth digging at his lip as a position lingers in his mind, igniting a fire in his belly, keeping his hands moving easily.
There is something utterly addicting at seeing the both of them stretched out together on the bed, a sight he wants to drink in now until he's sated, that he wants to indulge in again and again. Though it must seem for a moment like he's frozen, watching the way Hotaru strips down, fighting, almost unconsciously, against the hand in his hair. All at once, movement returns to him, and he pulls his hands away from the attuneds mouth, moves them instead to Hotaru's hips, helping to shift her over the waiting mouth, his vision becoming real easily, more satisfying like this than it had been in his head. All he wants to do is lean in, give in to the claws tracing over his shoulder now, reach out himself to let his hands roam over the newly revealed expanse of skin.
Instead, Nate fights to keep his head on his shoulders, to wrap his hands around the edge of Sunjata's shorts, pulling them down and discarding them the same way he had his shirt, offering Ru a bright smile as he did. His own shorts are discarded in the same graceless fashion, eyes sparkling. "This fair enough for you darling?" He murmurs, finally giving himself over to the feelings beginning to spark down his spine, the hunger coiling in his gut. A hand moves to Hotaru's face, holding her still so he can press their lips together in a hungry kiss, tongue pressing into her mouth as if to apologize for the earlier tease.
Without breaking the kiss, or shifting away from the hand, the claws still digging into his shoulder, Nate moves to straddle Sunjata's hips, his free hand tracing along the Korofian's chest, the map of scars and ink splashed over bronze skin.
I’m in trouble for the things I haven’t got to yet
She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Even if she didn't care to parse the words from her minimal understanding of the language, the tone alone from both men's mouths is enough to have her arching in preparation for something that is yet to come. Diving instead into the wicked serpentine twist of Sunjata's tongue, nails raking down exposed flesh in helpless reaction to the flexible, writhing tongue that flickers against her own. A promise she can feel but has yet to understand. She folds into Sunjata's touch, his calloused hands as familiar to her as her own. Standing in stark, beautiful contrast to Nate's blemish-free grip as it curls round her hips and - with a strength she cannot hope to match, much less contest even if the desire struck her - begins to move her. It takes a moment of confusion before realizations dawns, and she shamelessly sucks in an unsteady breath at the prospect.
Both pairs of hands move her, doll-like and more than eager, and she carefully settles her knees on either side of Sunjata's neck, his broad shoulders a perfect perch as his wicked nails score down her side. Hips buck and chest arches into the teasing cruelty of his touch, already breathing unsteadily at the ghost of hot breath she can feel against her slick thighs and folds. Nate's words, had they come from any other mouth, would have never penetrated the fog of anticipation as she lowers herself slowly to Sunjata's talented mouth. But, being who he is, her eyes avert from the smoking steel gaze between her legs, and instead allows herself to grin, sharp and sultry all at once as she takes in their shared nudity. "It's a start, handsome," she teases back in the narrowing space between their lips. One hand reaching back to balance lightly on Sunjata's chest, the other hooking round Nate's neck to kiss him deeper. Fold him into her mouth and nip at his lips as if she could consume him there and then.
Her flexibility comes to her aid as Nate straddles Sunjata's lap, arching her back to keep their mouths connected as she playfully squeezes her thighs around Sunjata's head. Lightning coming to her fingertips - not for Jata, as he'd thought - but for Nate. Knowing his sensitivity is so much lower. They dance along the edge of his neck and down his shoulder, shocking and sparking as they go, jumping to and fro in the intensity of her own emotions and sensations.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
It’s swift, the way Nate slips the remaining bit of cloth that keeps him from the rest of them. The relief is almost sigh worthy, but he waits until Hotaru’s settled her knees on either side of his face — wanting to give that small relief to her in the form of a slight tease. And when she goes to lower herself to him, he can’t help but to let the sigh out, to let it rake across the prize he seeks. At least Hotaru’s aware of how he works with this, familiar with the movements of his tongue even if they’re split now, each fork moving of their own free will.
His hand lowers down her side now, toward her thigh while the other trails those sharper claws down Nate’s tattooed chest as he straddles Sunjata’s hips, a low groan slipping from him with the sensation of it that vibrates in his tongue as he presses it into Hotaru’s folds, dragging and raking ever so gently along her clit — his grip at her thigh tightening ever so slightly when he feels the pair of both Hotaru’s hand and Nate’s splay along his chest. He can’t help the slight let buck of his hips, pairing it with a bit more intensity with his tongue — a faster, more playful edge to it, hot breath raking along her skin.
And then he abandons Hotaru’s thigh with that hand to drag it up again, cupping and squeezing a breast, a finger flickering across a perked nipple — prepared to drown himself.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
Whether Hotaru figures out what they're doing, or simply rolls with it doesn't particularly matter. What matters is the way she settles atop Sunjata, looking like she belongs there. She could, a little voice in Nate whispers, endlessly tempting, for the moment it manages to grab his attention. There's so much to take in though, hands on hands on hands, and skin on skin on skin, that it leaves before he can really absorb it, his focus shifting to his own hips, the attuned beneath him, and the slow, steady roll of his hips, a promise, a tease, more than the insistence it will soon be.
"A start." Nate all but sighs, before he is pressing a kiss to her, a thumb stroking along her cheek, despite the awkward angle. Between her flexibility though, and the fact that he doesn't feel any aches, they can make anything work. As soon as Hotaru's arm wraps around his neck, Nate lets his own drop from her face to her chest, remembering her lessons from before, squeezing gently, tracing teasing circles around her nipple, all while throwing himself into kiss, giving her as much control as she wants, offering himself up in the smallest way he can to her.
The lightning is a surprise he doesn't expect, her magic unknown to him up until just now, a ripple of sensation running down his spine, his chest. A groan presses into the kiss, louder than he means, though it wasn't like he'd have had the chance to muffle it, too wrapped up in this new feeling, that makes his hands twitch, his legs shaking, interrupting the shallow rhythm of his hips.
I’m in trouble for the things I haven’t got to yet
She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Surely the Gods didn't intend for Attuned partial shifts to be used on this particular manner, but she finds herself praising them effusively while Sunjata's forked tongue goes to work. Serpents have never been devilish to her, but perhaps she needs to rethink that, she muses almost deliriously to herself as her thighs tremble and clench around the scruff that rubs and tickles across her sensitive skin. Stomach trembling as she holds herself above him, twists to allow Nate to take whatever he wants from her mouth and lips, and tries not to break the rhythm of moving bodies all at once. It is a level of concentration and orchestration she has never experienced sexually, and yet they all flow together so seamlessly that it makes her heart surge dangerously in her chest.
She drowns it away in Nate's talented tongue, even as it descends down her chest, far smoother and more familiar than their first tumble between the sheets. Sunjata's hand rises to meet Nate's mouth against her breasts, the delving of a slick tongue between her folds, and deeper inside than she has ever felt leaving her lost and moaning helplessly beneath the myriad of overwhelming sensations. Her lightning already draws a reaction from Nate, a deep moan that she swallows and returns, but she introduces it to the hand braced upon Sunjata, not wanting either of her partners to go unattended. At least they share a favored flavor that she can deliver.
Her orgasm takes her completely by surprise, clenching around Sunjata's evil tongue as she cries out into Nate's mouth, nails descending upon both men where she holds tight to them as trembles take over each inch of skin. Pulsing and slick and so out of her mind for a moment that it's just a blank high, trapped between two forces of nature and happy to be swept away. When it recedes she slumps backwards into Nate - somehow knowing, in a way she shouldn't allow herself to count on, that he will catch and support her - so that she can try and unwind her legs from Sunjata, feeling coltish and unstable as her grace is effectively removed in the wake of such a peak. Wanting already to turn her attention to them, even before the aftershocks have really faded. Just wanting them in every possible way that she can fit into a single night.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
He’d be surprised if the gods didn’t think that the partial shifting could be used in such a way — at the very least he imagines Frey might appreciate it if he ever ended up seeing them again. But at the very least his attention is entirely focused on the bodies around him, to the woman he pleasures that straddles his face and his Ascended lover only adding more to the mix of sounds Hotaru graces the air with.
It draws enough pleasure out of him, an overwhelming sense that has his hips moving more, until of course he can almost sense that tension within her — an overwhelming stimulation from the both of them that he can’t keep the slight smirk from curling the corners of his lips. But he continues, that forked tongue of his working wonders, burning him up from the inside especially as Nate receives some of that delicious spark of lightning. And almost immediately after, the lightning reaches his skin and he shudders, a growl of a groan leaving him and vibrating along with Hotaru’s orgasm, burning him further from the inside out.
That string is taut, and the moment of pause is over from the lightning, where all he can focus on is Hotaru and Nate, the beauty of those two together and the sounds that were absorbed by these four walls — he pants, unable to keep it in either, unable to last as long as he typically did, burning as the wave crashes over him too with a hiss of a sound as Hotaru goes to move and all Sunjata can do is feel both numb and blissful.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
06-10-2020, 07:01 AM (This post was last modified: 06-10-2020, 07:02 AM by Nate.)
– NATE –
With the way his eyes flutter at the electric touch Hotaru imparts onto him, it's a struggle to actually stay focused on what's happening, to keep his hands, his hips, his mouth moving. So he stops trying, throws himself into the thrumming, buzzing feeling, and lets his body move by itself, all muscle memory and need, wanting to carve a mark into he skin he touches, on Sunjata's hips, his scarred sides, up along Hotaru's chest and shoulders.
There is something so unfair about the fact that he gets to watch, to feel both of his lovers orgasm, but can't feel it himself. A buzzing cord of want still thrums in Nate, along his core, spurred on by lightning and moans and both the bodies he's wrapped around, and it's something he has to step away from, so he can focus on the now. On the way Hotaru leans back into him, and he cradles her close against his chest, pulling her back along Sunjata's body as he does. It takes a little bit of work, but he manages to get them disentangled enough to readjust completely, settling at the attuned's side with Hotaru still wrapped up in his arms, between them now.
"No need to burn through all the fun in one night, right?" He purrs, content to not push too far, too soon. No, this is something he wants again, something about the three of them working easily. An arm extends to grab at Sunjata, to pull him in close as well, even as he nuzzles at the abandoned's neck, pressing kisses against warm skin, rabbit quick pulse. They're going to need to have a real talk, at some point, but there's no need to bring it up quite yet, no need to ruin the nice, cozy slice they've carved into the night.
I’m in trouble for the things I haven’t got to yet
She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside
In many ways despite the number of people in this grand bed what they've done is tame at best. A little magic, some grinding, some oral. Yet Nate's wandering hands and Sunjata's heartfelt groan is enough to twist her insides and have her careening headlong off that ledge that they've had her hovering on for what feels like ages, but is truly far from. As she sags backwards, as she had trusted Nate is there to wrap around her, pulling her weak form helpfully along as Sunjata shudders beautifully through his own orgasm. Despite the sudden weight of her lids she forces them open to watch, to indulge in the rictus of pleasure that overtakes his handsome face. Wanting to capture and memorize every moment, every single electrifying sensation that has accompanied this moment. Trapping them deep in her mind to reverently recollect in some future time when her bed feels too big for one small woman, when the ache of seeing their joy threatens to swallow her calm disposition in their presence once more. Already she has revealed her hand too fully, and while this single night will sustain her for some time, it doesn't remove the fact that she is now all too aware of how deeply she feels for both of them.
It's a clutching despair, one that she hides in the curve of Nate's firm shoulder, feigning overwhelm. Knowing that, laid between them as she now is, Sunjata will be too perceptive if she reveals her face now. I stead she brushes her nose gently up the side of Nate's neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw and sinking into the vibration of his chest as he speaks. One arm curling behind to clutch at Sunjata's hip, wanting him close, wanting the three of them to be as tangled together as possible. "And you, love? We can't forget you, you know I can take another." Smirking slightly at the memory of their first night together, of the sizzle of another orgasm so soon after her first. She tilts her head, golden hair shifting away from her neck to offer it, not wanting him to go unsated when she and Sunjata have been so thoroughly taken care of by him. And she doesn't think about tomorrow, focuses only on now, because anything farther in the future threatens to break the pleasant buzz they have inspired in her.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Of course they can’t, nor don’t, plan on leaving Nate without something after this. And as soon as they’re disentangled, readjusted and comfortable, Sunjata turns so his chest is pressed against Hotaru’s back, body shining with a fair amount of sweat and heat. But he’s comfortable, leaning into the touch that Nate offers despite the way Hotaru’s face hides away from him into Nate. His steel gaze slips toward the Ascended, an amused half smile crossing his face as Hotaru’s words also break the air.
Despite Nate’s arms wrapped around Hotaru, he gives into her touch at his hip and presses into her a small amount more, his own arm coming to wrap around her hips contently, while his other sneaks under the both of them to the other side of Nate’s neck to tangle in the dark locks where Hotaru hasn’t buried herself away. “She’s right.” He rumbles, a smidge breathless, pressing into Hotaru just enough to lift his head over where she’s laid out between them to press a kiss to Nate’s jaw before settling and pressing his cheek against the top of Hotaru’s head. “What can we do for you, skatjie?” He purrs back, thinking of a few ways but waiting to see if Nate has any requests.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
No permission needed for power play!
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.
