Isla
If only Isla knew, she'd happily serenade the Flood's ego until both of them are too tired to keep going. Nevertheless, whether it's actions or words or both, it's all very much appreciated, and as his hips snap up it drags a cry of surprise and ecstasy from the Remedy's throat. Her nails will leave soft crescents in Sunjata's chest by the time they're done, and her grip is no less tight on his spiralled horn as he shifts himself up to meet her.
Head tipping back as his fingers tangle in her golden curls, Isla is left panting and flushed by this new angle, feeling fire begin to spark and kindle deep at her core. She wants to tell him more and faster, only realising belatedly that she's the one to control those things tonight. And so, slipping her hand out from beneath his own and quite literally taking the Flood by the horns (both of them this time), Isla bucks hard against him, knowing it's not a rhythm she can sustain for long but hoping that won't matter.
Head tipping back as his fingers tangle in her golden curls, Isla is left panting and flushed by this new angle, feeling fire begin to spark and kindle deep at her core. She wants to tell him more and faster, only realising belatedly that she's the one to control those things tonight. And so, slipping her hand out from beneath his own and quite literally taking the Flood by the horns (both of them this time), Isla bucks hard against him, knowing it's not a rhythm she can sustain for long but hoping that won't matter.
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
