Smiling, all white teeth and semi-bronzed skin, Frey fixes Sunjata with a look that holds all of Lusea's smouldering temper and Nate's crooked wit. As the Flood finds himself with a hand on the god's cock, Frey lifts their head. "Are you really gonna give me that look, like you need a fuckin' map to tell you what to do next?" They purr, and suddenly there's a mouth next to Sunjata's ear and breasts pressed against his shoulder. It shouldn't be possible, given his height, and yet it is, because it's Frey. "Stick my cock in your mouth." The voice whispers, as fingers trail through feathers and fur. They smooth in one direction, and scratch as they return.
There's suddenly another body behind Sunjata that feels large and muscular. Pressing against the Flood, this form reaches powerful hands around Sunjata's body, its fingers pinching his nipples as what is very obviously a prominent erection presses between his thighs. "Get on your knees," This version whispers into Sunjata's other ear.
There's suddenly another body behind Sunjata that feels large and muscular. Pressing against the Flood, this form reaches powerful hands around Sunjata's body, its fingers pinching his nipples as what is very obviously a prominent erection presses between his thighs. "Get on your knees," This version whispers into Sunjata's other ear.
