no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
The words die on the Ancient’s tongue the second the Flood’s hand is wrapped around his cock and it sparks a small smirk to tug on his scarred face. One that doesn’t last too long as he makes his request, goosebumps blooming on his spine, feathering out from his shoulders down his arms at the returned whisper.
He adjusts however Danta wants him to, the promise clear in the Ancient’s voice and Sunjata let’s that water continue to spiderweb and wrap around the other man’s skin — at least while he has the focus to. They line up, teased enough that it won’t destroy him with the relentless impatience the Ancient has, but if there’s one thing Sunjata wants right now, it’s to be ravished.
And he is. Danta buries himself deeply into him, Sunjata immediately digging his fingers into the Ancient, claws extending from his fingertips. He latches on, a loud moan punching out of him with the last of his breath. There’s no build-up, just the relentless pound of the other man’s hips, burying himself in him over and over again, with the friction enough on his cock that he’s certainly unable to concentrate enough to keep his magic working. His head tilts back, chest heaving as he tries to roll his hips in time with the Ancient’s brutal thrusts.
He adjusts however Danta wants him to, the promise clear in the Ancient’s voice and Sunjata let’s that water continue to spiderweb and wrap around the other man’s skin — at least while he has the focus to. They line up, teased enough that it won’t destroy him with the relentless impatience the Ancient has, but if there’s one thing Sunjata wants right now, it’s to be ravished.
And he is. Danta buries himself deeply into him, Sunjata immediately digging his fingers into the Ancient, claws extending from his fingertips. He latches on, a loud moan punching out of him with the last of his breath. There’s no build-up, just the relentless pound of the other man’s hips, burying himself in him over and over again, with the friction enough on his cock that he’s certainly unable to concentrate enough to keep his magic working. His head tilts back, chest heaving as he tries to roll his hips in time with the Ancient’s brutal thrusts.
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.
