SuNJATA
the flood
His name on her tongue causes him to withdraw a fraction, the hazy steel meeting pebble blues again as she slows and speaks, uncertainty in what she means starts to get in his head as well, and the hand tangled in her hair withdraws to cup her cheek again as the understanding breaks through everything else. “It’s okay.” He starts, but doesn’t have a chance to prolong the conversation as her lips find his and he presses back against hers, only breaking when he desperately needs breath and she’s guiding him down into the mud.
So he goes with where she wants him, taking the moment to explain further to keep her from getting into her head — made harder with how she teasingly strokes him back into that daze of desire. “It's not like we haven’t fucked before, Isla.” He rumbles to her as he gets more settled, sucking in a sharp breath. “Wasn’t weird then, isn’t weird now.” He finally finishes saying, arching up to catch her lips again with his own, propped up on one elbow in the mud and dirt and dying flowers, wings still raised to wrap around her as if to take the majority of the mud away from potentially getting onto her.
Either way, she succeeds in bringing him back up to that high, his body flushed just as much as before, cock just as hard and legs just as trembling though now without so much of his weight on them it’s easier.
So he goes with where she wants him, taking the moment to explain further to keep her from getting into her head — made harder with how she teasingly strokes him back into that daze of desire. “It's not like we haven’t fucked before, Isla.” He rumbles to her as he gets more settled, sucking in a sharp breath. “Wasn’t weird then, isn’t weird now.” He finally finishes saying, arching up to catch her lips again with his own, propped up on one elbow in the mud and dirt and dying flowers, wings still raised to wrap around her as if to take the majority of the mud away from potentially getting onto her.
Either way, she succeeds in bringing him back up to that high, his body flushed just as much as before, cock just as hard and legs just as trembling though now without so much of his weight on them it’s easier.
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.
