// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
It’s like playing up the crescendo, the way that he toys and plays with her, bringing her out of the shell of awareness despite the fact nobody around them is real. The sensation remains the same regardless, Sunjata unable to keep the smirk from his face as he rises up again, shivering as she grinds against him, hooking him to her to apply all that much more pressure and pleasure that has quieter, rumbling sounds leaving his throat.
It’s with a rapt focus that Sunjata watches her when she speaks, feeling the sparks of tension bloom in the bond, bursting with little tendrils of greedy need and desire that despite him no longer focusing on teasing her breasts it does allow him to continue that slow grind against her.
But her words spark an almost cocky, arrogant huff of a laugh amongst the lingering tone of his pleasure, a sharp toothed smile aimed down to her. “You are mine.” He says it so casually that one would think they were having this whole conversation aloud, but while he speaks, it gives him time to elongate the grind, shifting them so that the next time he presses forward, he presses back into her easily with a low groan.
He half leans over her, one hand seeking out her neck and hair, tugging at the blonde strands there while his other moves between them to her clit, thumb circling gently in the same strokes that he starts to move to. “I am the only one who can get you like this.” He purrs to her, breathily, punctuating it with each and every thrust. I want you to tell them while you fall apart. Comes the purred demand through the bond, mental voice dripping with sensual desire and a draconic greed of taking what is his.
So he thrusts into her as deep as he can, pausing there to feel her completely, leaning over her to press a chaste kiss to her lips and tug her head back slightly to nip at her neck, leaving another mark above where the collar of her shirt might sit. They’re never going to be me, are they? He says as he draws up, still in her space but with enough room he can start to rock his hips again, this time going deeper each time, trying to get her to break.
It’s with a rapt focus that Sunjata watches her when she speaks, feeling the sparks of tension bloom in the bond, bursting with little tendrils of greedy need and desire that despite him no longer focusing on teasing her breasts it does allow him to continue that slow grind against her.
But her words spark an almost cocky, arrogant huff of a laugh amongst the lingering tone of his pleasure, a sharp toothed smile aimed down to her. “You are mine.” He says it so casually that one would think they were having this whole conversation aloud, but while he speaks, it gives him time to elongate the grind, shifting them so that the next time he presses forward, he presses back into her easily with a low groan.
He half leans over her, one hand seeking out her neck and hair, tugging at the blonde strands there while his other moves between them to her clit, thumb circling gently in the same strokes that he starts to move to. “I am the only one who can get you like this.” He purrs to her, breathily, punctuating it with each and every thrust. I want you to tell them while you fall apart. Comes the purred demand through the bond, mental voice dripping with sensual desire and a draconic greed of taking what is his.
So he thrusts into her as deep as he can, pausing there to feel her completely, leaning over her to press a chaste kiss to her lips and tug her head back slightly to nip at her neck, leaving another mark above where the collar of her shirt might sit. They’re never going to be me, are they? He says as he draws up, still in her space but with enough room he can start to rock his hips again, this time going deeper each time, trying to get her to break.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you 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.
