Isla
She can feel more than just his smirk, Isla's head tipping back and her lips falling open in a silent cry of bliss to fully submit to the bruising pace of his attentions. With fingers flinching against soft feathers and the weight of Sunjata all over her, it's absolutely exactly what she's asked for. "Fuck, right there--" she moans, her hips rolling against him to meet his every thrust, able to feel the beginnings of her climax start to coil tight at her core.
Relentless is absolutely the right word for it, too, Isla carried away by the snap of Sunjata's hips, by greedy hands and possessive teeth. There's no pause for breath, no time for sweet nothings (or wicked words either, for that matter), the Ancient dragged to the brink of orgasm almost by force - not that she's complaining. "Gods, Sunny--!"
Later she'll wonder if she's remembering things correctly - she recalls him signing off a letter using that moniker once, perhaps, but it's never a name she's called him out loud. For now, though, it's with a mind fully whiting out and a body oversensitive to the burst of ecstasy that she lets herself happily drown in the Flood.
Relentless is absolutely the right word for it, too, Isla carried away by the snap of Sunjata's hips, by greedy hands and possessive teeth. There's no pause for breath, no time for sweet nothings (or wicked words either, for that matter), the Ancient dragged to the brink of orgasm almost by force - not that she's complaining. "Gods, Sunny--!"
Later she'll wonder if she's remembering things correctly - she recalls him signing off a letter using that moniker once, perhaps, but it's never a name she's called him out loud. For now, though, it's with a mind fully whiting out and a body oversensitive to the burst of ecstasy that she lets herself happily drown in the Flood.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
