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 would be content like this if it was all that was on the table. But he burns a bit more fully knowing that there’s more to come. So he lets her drive him wild, drive him toward that tipping point that she’s so blatantly said that he wasn’t going to achieve, and he lets the prospect of it consume him. She manages to get him to tremble, to shudder, to grip the desk with claws that make the wood groan alongside his own panting moans. And when she pulls away, only then does he manage to peer back at her, his gaze dark and stormy, lust blown and greedy as he swallows down hard, his chest rising and falling with each bit of air he sucks down.
She spends time to breathe and keeps him wound up by the pace she sets with her hand on his aching cock, and Sunjata can’t help the crooked, fanged smirk on his face. “jy sal my nog nie toelaat nie.” He growls to her, before realizing that it likely makes no sense to her, and he huffs a sigh of a laugh, before he clears his throat. “You won’t let me yet.” He translates, swiftly, the tension within him building and building until it nears the snapping point. One of the hands used to support him pulls away from the desk, toward her cheek and jaw, his fingers shifting back into his human ones if only to draw her head up a bit more fully toward him, before tangling in her dark hair.
“I distinctly recall you telling me you won’t leave until I’ve properly fucked you.” He reiterates through his breathy, almost arrogant tone. “And that is exactly what I want.” He informs her bluntly, horned head cocking to the side, his hips pressing against the pressure she applies to it before withdrawing again as if to tempt her to give into him.
She spends time to breathe and keeps him wound up by the pace she sets with her hand on his aching cock, and Sunjata can’t help the crooked, fanged smirk on his face. “jy sal my nog nie toelaat nie.” He growls to her, before realizing that it likely makes no sense to her, and he huffs a sigh of a laugh, before he clears his throat. “You won’t let me yet.” He translates, swiftly, the tension within him building and building until it nears the snapping point. One of the hands used to support him pulls away from the desk, toward her cheek and jaw, his fingers shifting back into his human ones if only to draw her head up a bit more fully toward him, before tangling in her dark hair.
“I distinctly recall you telling me you won’t leave until I’ve properly fucked you.” He reiterates through his breathy, almost arrogant tone. “And that is exactly what I want.” He informs her bluntly, horned head cocking to the side, his hips pressing against the pressure she applies to it before withdrawing again as if to tempt her to give into him.
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.
