// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
He could say it’s some Frey intervention, some amount of who he is now as their demigod that makes it to where he can be so malleable, so much like clay for Wessex to build upon. He could also say that yes, Nate’s the one that pushes him around, guides him, makes him obey. Nate had been the first that had gotten him to, after all. But no, the truth of the matter is that he’s here to help her relieve the tension and sorrow from everything she’s enduring, and he intends to be that mold that she can fit him into whichever way she wants to. She might not have control over the war and what’s coming, but she can certainly have the upper hand here.
And he’s glad to do it.
Hooded steel watch her as she nears him, drinking her in as the bite on his neck throbs with sensitivity, the question sparking a smirk along the scarred half of his face as his chin dips and he leans back more fully, making room for her. “Of course.” If that’s where she wanted to be, Sunjata’s got a few tricks for that as well.
Her hands find his hair and he shivers under the touch, readjusting and leaning back fully so that she can sink down over his face, hands finding the surprisingly lean and strong thighs that encompass his head like a necklace. There’s a deep inhale as he starts to partially shift, diving in between her thighs with a split tongue, one able to caress her clit with ease. And perhaps, instead of being so obedient, she can see which parts of him are rebellious enough to tease and taunt her in this moment, because rather than diving in fully, there’s the tease of a long swipe of his forked tongue, before he flicks the points hard enough for her to feel it but hardly enough for it to give her that relief she wants.
And all the while if she can see his gaze peering up at her, there’s a hint of a devilish streak in it.
And he’s glad to do it.
Hooded steel watch her as she nears him, drinking her in as the bite on his neck throbs with sensitivity, the question sparking a smirk along the scarred half of his face as his chin dips and he leans back more fully, making room for her. “Of course.” If that’s where she wanted to be, Sunjata’s got a few tricks for that as well.
Her hands find his hair and he shivers under the touch, readjusting and leaning back fully so that she can sink down over his face, hands finding the surprisingly lean and strong thighs that encompass his head like a necklace. There’s a deep inhale as he starts to partially shift, diving in between her thighs with a split tongue, one able to caress her clit with ease. And perhaps, instead of being so obedient, she can see which parts of him are rebellious enough to tease and taunt her in this moment, because rather than diving in fully, there’s the tease of a long swipe of his forked tongue, before he flicks the points hard enough for her to feel it but hardly enough for it to give her that relief she wants.
And all the while if she can see his gaze peering up at her, there’s a hint of a devilish streak in it.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
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.
