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?
Her quiet moan spurs him on, his hands departing her for the shirt to slip off over his head — it’s a tiny bit of a struggle given the wings, but they manage. It falls into a pile on the floor and his wings begin to encroach again, leaving her to run off of the feel of the scars of his body rather than the light of the firelight. And he surges for her again, his hand tauntingly slow as it drifts along her inner thigh.
She captures his lips, however, and he melds with her, a huff of a sound leaning him as her fingers drift through his hair, gripping it tight. He is hard beneath her, aching more and more the more she moves against him. But he can’t give in just yet, not until he’s had his fun of course, so his hand drifts lower, fingers dipping below into her wetness and dragging along her clit in a slow gentle press. He breaks the kiss, trailing to her neck, leaving a mark along the side of it as he rumbles a quiet laugh.
“Doesn’t sound like much of a threat.” He challenges her against her neck while his fingers begin a slow circle. His other hand moves to her back, dragging through her hair and tugging on the way down to pull her head back a fraction more. His wings pick up some work, though, pushing closer and closer to cup her back entirely.
She captures his lips, however, and he melds with her, a huff of a sound leaning him as her fingers drift through his hair, gripping it tight. He is hard beneath her, aching more and more the more she moves against him. But he can’t give in just yet, not until he’s had his fun of course, so his hand drifts lower, fingers dipping below into her wetness and dragging along her clit in a slow gentle press. He breaks the kiss, trailing to her neck, leaving a mark along the side of it as he rumbles a quiet laugh.
“Doesn’t sound like much of a threat.” He challenges her against her neck while his fingers begin a slow circle. His other hand moves to her back, dragging through her hair and tugging on the way down to pull her head back a fraction more. His wings pick up some work, though, pushing closer and closer to cup her back entirely.
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.
