no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
His hands try to find any place of purchase, one splaying against the hot rock while the other finds the horn of the Ancient’s head again. The hot blooded man is relentless, encouraging the rocking of his hips, not shying away from taking him deeper and deeper again, and Sunjata shivers under the attention. The sounds that leave him are loud, not held back, and his skin is flushed from both the heat and the rush of sensation that courses through him, so much so that when Danta starts rising up his torso again and he can feel the other man’s cock pressing against him, his rationality is all gone. “And what did you expect a demigod to taste like?” He asks in a breathy, deep purr.
His hands move now, one still tangled against the horn and hair while the other seeks out the other man’s length, hand wrapping around the shaft as he strokes him a couple of times, debating with himself internally about how this was going to go. He comes to a decision quickly, though, legs adjusting to better accommodate the man between them. “I’d love it if you fucked me.” He rumbles in another whisper, propping up momentarily onto his elbow again, scarred lips finding the Ancient’s collarbone as he draws up his magic again, spider webbing tendrils of less than boiling hot (but still hot) water coating the Ancient’s back.
His hands move now, one still tangled against the horn and hair while the other seeks out the other man’s length, hand wrapping around the shaft as he strokes him a couple of times, debating with himself internally about how this was going to go. He comes to a decision quickly, though, legs adjusting to better accommodate the man between them. “I’d love it if you fucked me.” He rumbles in another whisper, propping up momentarily onto his elbow again, scarred lips finding the Ancient’s collarbone as he draws up his magic again, spider webbing tendrils of less than boiling hot (but still hot) water coating the Ancient’s back.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
