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 feels the light hum she gives him, feels the slight vibration, and takes another sharp inhale as her tongue runs along his length, and already he’s burning and unsure of just how much of him she wants. It’s why he pulls back a fraction, why he watches her carefully in order to see how she reacts to it. And she reacts quite the way he’d hoped she would. She scoots closer and takes more of him, squeezes his hip as if to let him know, and all Sunjata can do is grip onto the desk a bit tighter, claws beginning to dig into the wood.
As much as Sunjata wishes to remain more so in control of himself, he can’t with the way her hand and mouth move along him. His smoldering gaze remains on her, exhaling a groan as she takes more and more and more of him until she’s taken him all. It makes his thighs tremble, a shudder begins to creep down his spine, and it’s with a blink that’s shuttered in his lust and desire that he manages to think about anything at all. “Fok–” He cuts himself off from the rumble of the moan in his native tongue, to swallow hard before he’s forced to take his gaze away from her.
His head tilts back a fraction, his body aching and trembling, his focus entirely on her mouth around his cock, his hips moving on instinct to pull back before pressing in again, unable to control himself entirely to fully let her have her way.
As much as Sunjata wishes to remain more so in control of himself, he can’t with the way her hand and mouth move along him. His smoldering gaze remains on her, exhaling a groan as she takes more and more and more of him until she’s taken him all. It makes his thighs tremble, a shudder begins to creep down his spine, and it’s with a blink that’s shuttered in his lust and desire that he manages to think about anything at all. “Fok–” He cuts himself off from the rumble of the moan in his native tongue, to swallow hard before he’s forced to take his gaze away from her.
His head tilts back a fraction, his body aching and trembling, his focus entirely on her mouth around his cock, his hips moving on instinct to pull back before pressing in again, unable to control himself entirely to fully let her have her way.
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.
