maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
It’s a powerful moment, he finds, as he’s buried deep within Safrin. His marks leave stars, and it's both awe striking and awe inspiring as he gives everything of himself to Safrin. Her moan is vibrating through him, past his lips when he finally meets her there, singing to life a great many things that Sunjata can only offer by following her request. His wings flare, they tremble with restraint as his legs and thighs do, restraint because that tether is going to break, and he knows it, and already he craves more. Ek het jou lief, Safrin. He repeats, again, in his tongue in a wave of pleasure and lust, a growling needy moan.
Clawed fingers tug and pull at her hair, pulling away just enough to watch her (them, from the scene in his mind and the picture her moans have painted). He drives himself deeper, faster, groaned and loaned words of her name, of curses, coloring the air. He continues, giving her everything he can before that tether finally snaps and crashes, his lips crashing into hers again as his body follows suit, in a clash of teeth and ferality that he didn’t know he possessed. He’s handsy in a way that reduces him to primal need again, his heart lurching for her as it pounds in his chest, as he pants for breath, filling her with his body that crashes upon her like a stormy wave.
Clawed fingers tug and pull at her hair, pulling away just enough to watch her (them, from the scene in his mind and the picture her moans have painted). He drives himself deeper, faster, groaned and loaned words of her name, of curses, coloring the air. He continues, giving her everything he can before that tether finally snaps and crashes, his lips crashing into hers again as his body follows suit, in a clash of teeth and ferality that he didn’t know he possessed. He’s handsy in a way that reduces him to primal need again, his heart lurching for her as it pounds in his chest, as he pants for breath, filling her with his body that crashes upon her like a stormy wave.
maybe i'll cope with life without hope
maybe i'll open the door and fall through the floor
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.
