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
He can feel it, the second that she draws closer to that edge, the way she tightens around him that only keeps his leathery wings trembling. Her hold on his horns keep him still enough, despite the rocking their bodies take, and Sunjata’s helpless to keep from feeling the pressure increase in all the right places as she draws him closer and closer. Of course, when he feels her shake and clench when her climax reaches, he growls a throaty sound, fingertips twitching in their grip in her blonde hair.
She keeps going, though, and as the pace quickens and his name falls off her tongue in a bright song against the moonlight, he stands no chance. He pushes through the hold she has on his horns if only to pitch himself up to catch her lips with his in a devouring, possessive touch, panting through his nose as he twitches hard and tips over that edge, taking over for her now to rock through the rest of her lingering waves of pleasure alongside his own, pulling back from the kiss to press his forehead to her chin as he tries to catch his breath while his body continues to throb and ache in its relief.
She keeps going, though, and as the pace quickens and his name falls off her tongue in a bright song against the moonlight, he stands no chance. He pushes through the hold she has on his horns if only to pitch himself up to catch her lips with his in a devouring, possessive touch, panting through his nose as he twitches hard and tips over that edge, taking over for her now to rock through the rest of her lingering waves of pleasure alongside his own, pulling back from the kiss to press his forehead to her chin as he tries to catch his breath while his body continues to throb and ache in its relief.
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.
