SuNJATA
the flood
“Again.” He comments about the shower – he can already feel the mud and clay hardening on his skin from the breeze, sticking the clothes to his body as he steps over toward her and watches as she takes the final steps to close the distance. As for making it quick? He wonders how well that’ll work out, perhaps she’d be able to but he isn’t so sure for himself. After all, he’s only kept up with one of his coping mechanisms.
The rest feeling far too guilty to indulge in. But he stands, one hand at her side as her lips find his throat, the only clean part of him at the moment, and he sucks in a deep breath just about the same time that those fangs dip in. And where Isla has underestimated how it feels to feel again, Sunjata’s underestimated his memory of the bite, how overwhelming it becomes the second that it starts.
She melts against him and his hand at her side tightens at her hip, keeping her there while his other lifts to pull her closer, his legs start to tremble and his breath catches in his throat with a whimper that edges toward a deep rumble of a moan as the sensation works through him. He flushes, his body reacts, a pressure very clearly growing and pressing against Isla, lust and desire replacing any hint of where he otherwise might feel guilty, and he burns so much that the horns spiral from his head, dragon wings sprout from his shoulders, encasing them in their own little cocoon of darkness as if it might block them from the outside world to indulge.
The rest feeling far too guilty to indulge in. But he stands, one hand at her side as her lips find his throat, the only clean part of him at the moment, and he sucks in a deep breath just about the same time that those fangs dip in. And where Isla has underestimated how it feels to feel again, Sunjata’s underestimated his memory of the bite, how overwhelming it becomes the second that it starts.
She melts against him and his hand at her side tightens at her hip, keeping her there while his other lifts to pull her closer, his legs start to tremble and his breath catches in his throat with a whimper that edges toward a deep rumble of a moan as the sensation works through him. He flushes, his body reacts, a pressure very clearly growing and pressing against Isla, lust and desire replacing any hint of where he otherwise might feel guilty, and he burns so much that the horns spiral from his head, dragon wings sprout from his shoulders, encasing them in their own little cocoon of darkness as if it might block them from the outside world to indulge.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
