right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
She’s haloed in the light from the fire and he’s haloed by the moonlight – fitting perhaps, given the way the stars on his arms in his sleeved tattoos seem to shift, so subtly at first, until the stars seem to line up to mirror those that can be seen surrounding the moon in the background. And of course, there’s the constellation over the center of his chest, a glimmering line of dark navy inked lines with points that trail down his chest.
He swallows hard as her hand continues its teasing trail along his cock, as her thumb brushes against the tip. He’s focused on her, though, on the hand that lifts to her jaw, that cups her face. She takes his thumb into her mouth and he cocks his horned head with a glimmer of approval, and then he’s making his demand.
She releases his thumb and he slides it along her cheek to guide her forward, wings pressing in against her back with a good amount of pressure, blocking the light from the fire but not wide enough to block the moonlight haloing him. Her mouth is warm as it takes him and he watches her the entire time with a smoldering gaze, hand sliding along her cheek now to tangle in her dark hair to help her along as he hums a quiet pant through his lips. His breath hitches as her moan vibrates through him and his gaze narrows on her. He can see the way she teases herself, and his wings press in further, edges pressing against her ass with a bit more pressure than before, tattooed and scarred chest rising and falling with his quickening heartbeat.
He swallows hard as her hand continues its teasing trail along his cock, as her thumb brushes against the tip. He’s focused on her, though, on the hand that lifts to her jaw, that cups her face. She takes his thumb into her mouth and he cocks his horned head with a glimmer of approval, and then he’s making his demand.
She releases his thumb and he slides it along her cheek to guide her forward, wings pressing in against her back with a good amount of pressure, blocking the light from the fire but not wide enough to block the moonlight haloing him. Her mouth is warm as it takes him and he watches her the entire time with a smoldering gaze, hand sliding along her cheek now to tangle in her dark hair to help her along as he hums a quiet pant through his lips. His breath hitches as her moan vibrates through him and his gaze narrows on her. He can see the way she teases herself, and his wings press in further, edges pressing against her ass with a bit more pressure than before, tattooed and scarred chest rising and falling with his quickening heartbeat.
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.
