SUNJATA
the flood
He’s panting now, as Remi shakes his head using his horns. Head shifting this way and that so incredibly easily that Sunjata can’t help the low hum that slips from the back of his throat. That third horn presses in as Remi sits back a bit, legs digging in and hips pressed in closer, and Sunjata’s watching the determination across Remi’s face. He’s not understanding it, and Sunjata’s fevered mind feels like he’s explained it quite well what the Lullaby is doing to him. He’s at a loss aside from trying to repeat it.
But then Remi is trying again, stroking the horns in the attempts to lift them and Sunjata’s hands slide up to Remi’s back, avoiding the wings so that his fingers might dig for purchase in Remi’s shoulders, smoldering steel watching the governor’s face as he tries and tries again. A panted growl leaves him with the sensation, third horn aching and twitching with all the movement. Perhaps they’re just too heavy, perhaps Sunjata’s just too worked up.
“Remi… What I’m saying…” He starts, completely worked up and breathless. “Fucking hell.” A pause as his jaw clenches and he keeps trying to recover. “I’m hard. You’re going to make me cum.” All thoughts of making it back for a wedding is cut short with the fire that rugs at his lions, at the way Remi’s body rubs against his. Maybe that’s enough to get the point across.
But then Remi is trying again, stroking the horns in the attempts to lift them and Sunjata’s hands slide up to Remi’s back, avoiding the wings so that his fingers might dig for purchase in Remi’s shoulders, smoldering steel watching the governor’s face as he tries and tries again. A panted growl leaves him with the sensation, third horn aching and twitching with all the movement. Perhaps they’re just too heavy, perhaps Sunjata’s just too worked up.
“Remi… What I’m saying…” He starts, completely worked up and breathless. “Fucking hell.” A pause as his jaw clenches and he keeps trying to recover. “I’m hard. You’re going to make me cum.” All thoughts of making it back for a wedding is cut short with the fire that rugs at his lions, at the way Remi’s body rubs against his. Maybe that’s enough to get the point across.
hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation
makes one hell of a collaboration
makes one hell of a collaboration
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.
