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?
He’s content to keep like this, though his breath hitches when she finds the ridge of that horn again. His fingers dive in against the warmth and wetness he finds on their search. He smirks as her hips buck, his kisses and teeth finding her neck with ease as she arches into him. Her hands go on a search, however, and when they meet the joint of that wing, another shudder runs down his spine. And then they latch on, a low hum of a growl slipping from him, the slight tremble of both wings accompany him as his fingers pick up their pace.
She seems to help out as well as she readjusts, grinding her hips against his hand with a bit more fervor, causing him to flush a bit more in his desire. The wings brace her, give her more room to work, and the hand tangled in her hair drives claws against her spine in a gentle caress. The hand below her, however dives a bit further, his palm focusing on her clit as he slips a finger into her, swift and deep, to give her something to focus on as he pulls his head back to watch her, amusement lingering in the lust blown steel of his gaze.
“Is that so?” He breathes to her, leaning in so that he might brush his nose against hers. “Do you think you can before or after you’ve finished?” The purr is still full of amusement, of playfulness, clearly distracted by her and the promise in her tone, diving into a kiss with a nip to her lower lip — payback of a sort.
She seems to help out as well as she readjusts, grinding her hips against his hand with a bit more fervor, causing him to flush a bit more in his desire. The wings brace her, give her more room to work, and the hand tangled in her hair drives claws against her spine in a gentle caress. The hand below her, however dives a bit further, his palm focusing on her clit as he slips a finger into her, swift and deep, to give her something to focus on as he pulls his head back to watch her, amusement lingering in the lust blown steel of his gaze.
“Is that so?” He breathes to her, leaning in so that he might brush his nose against hers. “Do you think you can before or after you’ve finished?” The purr is still full of amusement, of playfulness, clearly distracted by her and the promise in her tone, diving into a kiss with a nip to her lower lip — payback of a sort.
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.
