[ There's a whole lot of that good person inside Molly as they move together like they've been a couple for months, not days. Barely a week or longer? Fjord kisses every peacock feather on a shoulder and gives him time to turn his head (those horns, more mindful now) to receive a kiss that makes love to Molly as thoroughly as the rest of Fjord does. He smiles with the knowledge of who he has, who is his, and rises up on bent arms to brace faster thrusts that leave a lewd slap of a noise rising into the room, gauging whether Molly is ready to be roughened up. ]
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More, sweetheart?