// dance me through the panic 'til i'm gathered safely in
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
Oh he absolutely can’t, but that’s fine. She can spoil him all she likes seeing as he intends to do the same. For now, however, he’s content to remain, to feel the smooth caress of her tongue along his cock as she keeps her leisurely pace. She’s in no rush, and neither is he, despite the way his length throbs with her motions. She pulls away swiftly, pinning his hand to his thigh, her hand wrapped around his tattooed wrist. He doesn’t fight her on it, either, simply lets the smirk that crosses his face be the only reaction she receives.
From that, at least, because she’s going down on him swiftly, taking all of him and he missteps, fingers tightening in her hair, a sharp intake of breath that has his nostrils flaring, horns spiraling from his head as he tilts it back with her slow rise upward. His thighs tremble, his cock twitching in her lips from her actions, drawing more eagerness from him that he attempts to tamper down. So he swallows, trying to ignore the sensation of her soft lips and her wicked tongue, to tilt his head back a fraction more, smoldering eyes watching her with a hint of intensity.
The fingers in her hair disband to run his thumb along her cheek, to pull the hair back from her face, his tongue running slowly along his bottom lip. “You know, you’re giving me an awful lot of time with planning what I intend to do with you.” And as if to challenge her a bit more, there’s a fraction of his hips that press upward against the hold she has on him.
From that, at least, because she’s going down on him swiftly, taking all of him and he missteps, fingers tightening in her hair, a sharp intake of breath that has his nostrils flaring, horns spiraling from his head as he tilts it back with her slow rise upward. His thighs tremble, his cock twitching in her lips from her actions, drawing more eagerness from him that he attempts to tamper down. So he swallows, trying to ignore the sensation of her soft lips and her wicked tongue, to tilt his head back a fraction more, smoldering eyes watching her with a hint of intensity.
The fingers in her hair disband to run his thumb along her cheek, to pull the hair back from her face, his tongue running slowly along his bottom lip. “You know, you’re giving me an awful lot of time with planning what I intend to do with you.” And as if to challenge her a bit more, there’s a fraction of his hips that press upward against the hold she has on him.
dance me to the end of love
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.
