right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
“Good.” Comes the quiet rumble, a just this once bit back behind pale and sharp teeth. His hands continue to map her skin, his gaze watching her as she squirms in his lap, but she’s made no attempt to get him further undressed and if it’s something she wants, she’s going to have to do it herself.
He still proves himself to be a good distraction, though, a hand leaving her breast to trail down the pale skin of her chest, down and down until he can slip a finger between the press of his cock through his jeans and her folds, giving her something to grind against, watching her all the while.
There’s a gleam to his gaze that seems to suggest that she should make it worth his while, but he makes no audible comment for it aside from a deep rumbling in his chest. He tilts his head back until he can feel the couch cushion behind his head, until the draconic horns begin to spiral around his head, a set of two — not the nyala gold tipped horns, but scaled, spiraled sets from his temples that curl around his ears with the points that tip toward her, and another set similarly enough to the nyala that rise up higher and curl around the top of his head, threading through the longer dark locks there. “I want to hear you.”
He still proves himself to be a good distraction, though, a hand leaving her breast to trail down the pale skin of her chest, down and down until he can slip a finger between the press of his cock through his jeans and her folds, giving her something to grind against, watching her all the while.
There’s a gleam to his gaze that seems to suggest that she should make it worth his while, but he makes no audible comment for it aside from a deep rumbling in his chest. He tilts his head back until he can feel the couch cushion behind his head, until the draconic horns begin to spiral around his head, a set of two — not the nyala gold tipped horns, but scaled, spiraled sets from his temples that curl around his ears with the points that tip toward her, and another set similarly enough to the nyala that rise up higher and curl around the top of his head, threading through the longer dark locks there. “I want to hear you.”
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
