[ Molly laughs at being rolled over, but it all excites him even more. Fjord might be bruised, but he could still throw him around a little bit. The stocking is so delicate and soft under those green fingers, and when the half-orc thrusts in deeper it draws a cry from his lips. ]

Any time I want, is it? [ He says, barely able to get the words out between the sweet sounds of pleasure and praise. ] Out on an adventure, h-hidden by trees and my fist in my mouth to not wake up the people in the bubble?

[ Gods, that is a hot thought. ]

So naughty, baby.