SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He feels her begin to relax, feels the soft tender strokes to his face and neck of those smooth pale hands. And he hums beneath them, shivering and trembling, rocking with her as she rides him further – dragging along him in precise strokes that have him unable to stop the hitches of his breath, arms tight to keep her close as he can, burning with her. Pulling his head back a small amount to watch her move along him, to see the way she stretches out over him and moves close, watching her let go in a series of shudders.
A flood of warmth comes across him, and he feels her tense and clench and he groans against the feeling, rocking with her and picking up a small amount of speed to get her through her rebounding tremors. And he burns, feeling that string slip and break with the soft moans against his ear, an unleashing and an undoing as a small sharp thrust up into her. He breaks then, shattering with her as he came too, rocking with sharp throaty exhales of breath, arms around her pulling her down onto him to take all of him that she could.
He shifts his head then, nose brushing and bumping against her cheek as he searches for her lips, breathing heavily through his nose – trying to get the feeling to last forever. Momentary bliss in a world with so much destruction and heartache, the little bit of reprieve he can get, rocking out their orgasms with one another, something more intimate with the way he holds her close and near.
A flood of warmth comes across him, and he feels her tense and clench and he groans against the feeling, rocking with her and picking up a small amount of speed to get her through her rebounding tremors. And he burns, feeling that string slip and break with the soft moans against his ear, an unleashing and an undoing as a small sharp thrust up into her. He breaks then, shattering with her as he came too, rocking with sharp throaty exhales of breath, arms around her pulling her down onto him to take all of him that she could.
He shifts his head then, nose brushing and bumping against her cheek as he searches for her lips, breathing heavily through his nose – trying to get the feeling to last forever. Momentary bliss in a world with so much destruction and heartache, the little bit of reprieve he can get, rocking out their orgasms with one another, something more intimate with the way he holds her close and near.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
