oh my goddess

Greed is definitely the flavour of the day, and when Isla comes back to herself (if she ever does) she'll likely tease over these next few moments in detail - though whether it's to analyse them or to simply enjoy the memory is anyone's guess. Because he's right - this isn't because of some Frey-blessed room, some magic to give her the ability to feel. This is all Sunjata, all fire in her blood and the drum of her heartbeat in her ears, and fuck if it's not addictive. Still gripping the length of one horn (innuendo intended), it's as much to hold them both at bay as it is anything else, Isla left panting and needy in the wake of their kiss. The need to breathe alone is novel enough that she relishes being able to test any and all boundaries she suddenly possesses, and so as Sunjata's hands continue to explore her curves and she feels the press of his arousal, her answer comes in a hot, simple whisper against his lips. "Touch me. Fuck me," she begs. "I want to feel you everywhere." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die