first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
“Mm,” He begins, his gaze focused on her with an intensity in his smoldering steel. But he doesn’t get far because she’s bending again and that wicked tongue of hers runs along the sensitive underside of his cock. Another shiver runs down his spine, his fingers relax in her hair, and shifts back into fingers where he can run his fingertips along her pearls as she offers him an instruction before he even has a chance to fully use said words when her mouth is on his cock again. His head tilts back when she takes him deeper, when he can feel the push of her throat around his length, the warmth of her mouth holding such promise that it draws that tether tight again. But she holds him there, a moan slipping from his throat as his hips hitch, as his cock twitches under the attention.
She begins to pull away, however, and it’s a slow almost agonizing process for him as his blunt fingernails dig into her skin above the pearls, as his thumb rises to press against her cheekbone, in rough distracted strokes. His hips press against both her hands and lips, short and shallow thrusts that drive him closer and closer, before he manages to find his words again through the sharp breaths and growling groans that leave him. “I would like…” He trails off with a panting breath. “Nothing more than to properly bury myself in you, Maeve.” He growls out, his heavy horned head lifting again to watch her take him again and again.
His fingers rise to tug and tighten in her hair again, to pull at the curls as his thighs begin to tremble with the taut bowstring of his release, wondering if she plans on continuing to play him until he does — or if she’ll wait it out again, let it simmer before bringing him near to the edge again. “You are gorgeous.” He purrs, breathily. He loves how into it she gets, how she seems content with taking the reins and giving them back at any moment, smug and catlike in the way she chases his orgasm closer and closer.
She begins to pull away, however, and it’s a slow almost agonizing process for him as his blunt fingernails dig into her skin above the pearls, as his thumb rises to press against her cheekbone, in rough distracted strokes. His hips press against both her hands and lips, short and shallow thrusts that drive him closer and closer, before he manages to find his words again through the sharp breaths and growling groans that leave him. “I would like…” He trails off with a panting breath. “Nothing more than to properly bury myself in you, Maeve.” He growls out, his heavy horned head lifting again to watch her take him again and again.
His fingers rise to tug and tighten in her hair again, to pull at the curls as his thighs begin to tremble with the taut bowstring of his release, wondering if she plans on continuing to play him until he does — or if she’ll wait it out again, let it simmer before bringing him near to the edge again. “You are gorgeous.” He purrs, breathily. He loves how into it she gets, how she seems content with taking the reins and giving them back at any moment, smug and catlike in the way she chases his orgasm closer and closer.
up high, but i stay low
SuNJATA
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.
