SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Something like that, indeed. Either way, she’s a vision as she returns to him, her warm body draping over him as their lips meet and Sunjata grows greedy in how he presses back into it, hands finding her body again as she readjusts and situated herself astride him. The hand on his chest is a pointed spot of connection, his own hands on her hips squeezing slightly as she strokes his length, a growl of a sound leaving him as his slit pupils drink her in the second she sits up.
He exhales a breathy moan as she sinks down onto him, refraining from speeding up the process any as his hips rock slowly to match her own sensual movements. He can match the moment further, though, one hand abandoning her hip to slide down her arm to the hand on his chest, calloused fingers covering her own and giving a gentle squeeze paired with the quiet moans that slip from him.
His other hand slips up along her side, taking a detour to palm her breast, before rising up along her neck to cup her cheek, his thumb pressing in against her jaw, his wings lifting finally to wrap around her and give her some extra support along her spine. It’s clear what she’s doing to him, though, with how his wings tremble in his restraint and pleasure.
He exhales a breathy moan as she sinks down onto him, refraining from speeding up the process any as his hips rock slowly to match her own sensual movements. He can match the moment further, though, one hand abandoning her hip to slide down her arm to the hand on his chest, calloused fingers covering her own and giving a gentle squeeze paired with the quiet moans that slip from him.
His other hand slips up along her side, taking a detour to palm her breast, before rising up along her neck to cup her cheek, his thumb pressing in against her jaw, his wings lifting finally to wrap around her and give her some extra support along her spine. It’s clear what she’s doing to him, though, with how his wings tremble in his restraint and pleasure.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
