right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He guides her to start, but then she’s taking him into the warmth of her mouth. She picks a rhythm and Sunjata’s fingers tighten in her hair, the other finding a home on her shoulder, the tips of his claws pressing in against her skin. He shivers, watching her through a half lidded gaze as she works herself as much as she’s working him up, seeing her easily through the dark covers of his wings. The tips curl in around her, curling around her hips, and pull her closer as if he’s helping her with the rhythm of her hand, helping her hips rock and grind against her hand.
Her whine vibrates through him, a low thrum of a moan finally leaving his throat as he leans back a bit more into the cushions, the hand in her hair stills her for a fraction so that he can rock his hips gently, chasing that edge for himself selfishly. A stuttered sigh leaves his parted lips, the steel that searches her face with a languid, half closed appearance is lusty as it is approving.
Releasing his hold on her a few seconds after he’d gotten it, he smooths back her dark hair from her face, wings still working on the push and pull of her body. He’s tense and taut, like the string of a bow, ready to snap if the indication of the trembling in his legs are any indication, if the twitch of his length sunk deep into her mouth is any indication.
Her whine vibrates through him, a low thrum of a moan finally leaving his throat as he leans back a bit more into the cushions, the hand in her hair stills her for a fraction so that he can rock his hips gently, chasing that edge for himself selfishly. A stuttered sigh leaves his parted lips, the steel that searches her face with a languid, half closed appearance is lusty as it is approving.
Releasing his hold on her a few seconds after he’d gotten it, he smooths back her dark hair from her face, wings still working on the push and pull of her body. He’s tense and taut, like the string of a bow, ready to snap if the indication of the trembling in his legs are any indication, if the twitch of his length sunk deep into her mouth is any indication.
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.
