oh my goddess

Humming a note of near relief against his kiss as he starts to shift in the water, Isla lets her hand squeeze around the base of Sunjata's horn, her hips arching to encourage him on. Bracing her free arm around his shoulders, she tilts her head to the side and relishes the whisper of teeth lurking beneath the softness of his lips, before there are altogether more pressing matters at hand. It's with a satisfied moan on Isla's part that they finally come together, the Ancient's head lolling back, her lips parted in a soft O of need. "Gods," she whispers, wanting to squeeze her legs around him, wanting press a sweet kiss to his lips, wanting to sink her teeth into the line of muscle where his neck meets his shoulders. All of those urges are kept at bay - just, and for now - by the feel of Sunjata's cock inside her, Isla rolling her hips against him in a rhythm that is neither in a hurry nor suggests she wants to drag things out. Slow and deep and everything she doesn't know she's been craving, she no longer has claws to cut and slice, but her blunt fingernails will leave small crescents against his shoulders nonetheless. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die