right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
Leather, she says, and he leans forward enough to shrug out of the rest of his shirt, and in the process? Those leathery wings flare out, curling and draping across both edges of the couch. And in this moment? He does own the place and he certainly relishes in it, in his presence there.
She gets the rest of his clothes off and he watches her between his legs, that same slit steel. He focuses on the path her hands take, on the way they smooth over his shark bite scarred legs and the bullet scar to his thigh. His breath hitches and his wings flare with the path her finger takes along his cock, and his gaze narrows as he pulls his hands back up the side of her cheek, the claw disappearing to his calloused fingers again, pressing against her bottom lip that she chews on most of the time he’s around.
“Then what are you waiting for?” He asks her, a lower hum, slightly throaty as his wings flare out again and curl toward her, the tips of them pressing against her back and her ass as she continues to taunt him, circling the tip of his length. This is something he can do, something he can dive into easily.
She gets the rest of his clothes off and he watches her between his legs, that same slit steel. He focuses on the path her hands take, on the way they smooth over his shark bite scarred legs and the bullet scar to his thigh. His breath hitches and his wings flare with the path her finger takes along his cock, and his gaze narrows as he pulls his hands back up the side of her cheek, the claw disappearing to his calloused fingers again, pressing against her bottom lip that she chews on most of the time he’s around.
“Then what are you waiting for?” He asks her, a lower hum, slightly throaty as his wings flare out again and curl toward her, the tips of them pressing against her back and her ass as she continues to taunt him, circling the tip of his length. This is something he can do, something he can dive into easily.
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.
