Isla
His hands cross her body like trails of fire, Isla leaning greedily into the touch as best she's able, though the shift and rock of their hips has most of her attention. Still, Sunjata is nothing if not a generous lover (in more than just the obvious ways, but gods if she's not well aware of that too), and as his wings lift to stretch around her, it's with a breathless smile that her head turns to nip at the thumb grazing along her jaw.
"Gods, you're so hard," she hisses, her body pitching forwards enough to drag a gasp of pleasure from her lips, and with her free hand she reaches out to grip the base of one of the Flood's horns, squeezing hard as if using him as an anchor point. And while she's still focused on lavishing as much pleasure on him as possible, it's all too clear that Isla is not immune to the indulgence of the moment either.
Painted in shades of moonlight, it's wrapped in a cloak of a dragon's wings and with parted lips that she chooses a more enthusiastic pace, a sheen of sweat beginning to glisten on her body.
"Gods, you're so hard," she hisses, her body pitching forwards enough to drag a gasp of pleasure from her lips, and with her free hand she reaches out to grip the base of one of the Flood's horns, squeezing hard as if using him as an anchor point. And while she's still focused on lavishing as much pleasure on him as possible, it's all too clear that Isla is not immune to the indulgence of the moment either.
Painted in shades of moonlight, it's wrapped in a cloak of a dragon's wings and with parted lips that she chooses a more enthusiastic pace, a sheen of sweat beginning to glisten on her body.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
