no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
Another moan breaks from him the second his cock is grabbed tightly, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity – so much that he feels the blood begin to pour from his claws, the sharp throbbing sensation in his neck where Danta had bit. But the Ancient doesn’t last long either, riding out the orgasm for as long as Sunjata can as well, before his claws shift back to fingers and he pants for breath, chest rising and falling the second he’s blanketed by an almost too warm body, sticking them together with the mess between them.
He's content, though, something about it keeping the distraction for as long as possible, warding away the guilt to think about at a later date. “That was… Intense.” He hums, his accented voice thicker and hoarser, arms wrapping around the body above him as if to keep him there just a little bit longer, chin still tilted up and eyes shut tight, lips parted still trying to catch that breath he needs.
He's content, though, something about it keeping the distraction for as long as possible, warding away the guilt to think about at a later date. “That was… Intense.” He hums, his accented voice thicker and hoarser, arms wrapping around the body above him as if to keep him there just a little bit longer, chin still tilted up and eyes shut tight, lips parted still trying to catch that breath he needs.
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.
