SuNJATA
the flood
“A bit.” He agrees in a breathy laugh, his horned head drifting to the side even more to give her more room to press those kisses against his neck. His wings at least offer some amount of relief from the wind, encasing them in a shroud of darkness as her hands begin to wander and he begins to burn again. One hand at her hip presses in a bit more while the other rises to tangle in those gilded locks, half wrecking the way she’s tied it up, too distracted with how she unbuttons his pants and sneaks her hand in. She’ll find him quite hard, with a trembling amount of keeping himself in check.
He plants his feet to grant himself better balance, his breath hitching as she grasps his cock and he can’t help but to roll his hips against her slowly, checking and pacing himself. “It isn’t.” He manages, pulling his horned head back just enough to press a kiss to her cheek and jaw, carefully avoiding her lips unless she makes the move first. “Though I’m not one to complain even if it were the first.” His warm breath rakes across her skin, his voice taking on the huskiness again. There wasn’t anything out here besides the wildlife and the wind, surrounded by mud and trenches built, enclosed by the leathery wings to keep the warmth within.
He isn’t sure how she wants to do this, but for now he’s content with the pressure and relief he finds from grinding into her hand. “How do you want to do this?” He has no qualms with getting dirty, a fact she likely already knows.
He plants his feet to grant himself better balance, his breath hitching as she grasps his cock and he can’t help but to roll his hips against her slowly, checking and pacing himself. “It isn’t.” He manages, pulling his horned head back just enough to press a kiss to her cheek and jaw, carefully avoiding her lips unless she makes the move first. “Though I’m not one to complain even if it were the first.” His warm breath rakes across her skin, his voice taking on the huskiness again. There wasn’t anything out here besides the wildlife and the wind, surrounded by mud and trenches built, enclosed by the leathery wings to keep the warmth within.
He isn’t sure how she wants to do this, but for now he’s content with the pressure and relief he finds from grinding into her hand. “How do you want to do this?” He has no qualms with getting dirty, a fact she likely already knows.
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.
