SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
The sounds she gives him rise his heartbeat, flush his skin ever so slightly, and he leans forward against her as he unties her corset, blazing a trail up to her lips again. The corset falls to the floor, and Sunjata’s hand is already moving, creating some space between them to slide up her skirt, under the rest of her dress to press his fingers against her hip, to ghost his fingertips along the underside of her breast, a promise for later perhaps as their lips meet again.
There’s a sharp inhale as she nips at his lower lip, a soft hiss that both appreciates and chastises the gesture, before she’s speaking again. “I don’t, unfortunately.” He agrees with the breath of feigned regret and sorrow. As for him? His lips part to answer her but her hands find that horn again and a shudder runs down his spine, his wings wrapping around them in their own makeshift dark cocoon as he presses them in against her back. “Oh, I would love to, but I suppose we’ll have to settle with this, hm?” A quick distraction here, trying to keep quiet.
On second thought, however, the idea of his office space — furthest away from where the sleeping quarters are, might be suitable. At the moment though she has him quite well trapped under her attention, under her settled easily in his lap.
And perhaps this would be fun, a better distraction. So he lets the claws slice through her underthings, tugging them off and pulling back, wings flaring to simply observe her arched above him, a wicked smirk cascading across his lips. Both hands shift now to her hips, to slide underneath the dress to slip it off, before he scans her figure fully, drinking her in, as it were. A distraction from everything else, something to do to forget.
There’s a sharp inhale as she nips at his lower lip, a soft hiss that both appreciates and chastises the gesture, before she’s speaking again. “I don’t, unfortunately.” He agrees with the breath of feigned regret and sorrow. As for him? His lips part to answer her but her hands find that horn again and a shudder runs down his spine, his wings wrapping around them in their own makeshift dark cocoon as he presses them in against her back. “Oh, I would love to, but I suppose we’ll have to settle with this, hm?” A quick distraction here, trying to keep quiet.
On second thought, however, the idea of his office space — furthest away from where the sleeping quarters are, might be suitable. At the moment though she has him quite well trapped under her attention, under her settled easily in his lap.
And perhaps this would be fun, a better distraction. So he lets the claws slice through her underthings, tugging them off and pulling back, wings flaring to simply observe her arched above him, a wicked smirk cascading across his lips. Both hands shift now to her hips, to slide underneath the dress to slip it off, before he scans her figure fully, drinking her in, as it were. A distraction from everything else, something to do to forget.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
