[ In-between the need flooding his body and the surprise of being turned around, Molly whines again, grabbing on to whatever he can to half-rut against that body with his eyes glazed and wanton. Molly does not expect Fjord to look so unhinged in return, and it immediately sends a thrill through his body and to his still hard cock. They're going to regret this later, waking up with bruises and so fucked-out that they can't move.
That's future Molly's problem, though.
That reddish haze in those eyes would be frightening to some, but Molly's not scared of Fjord; he never could be - and he's more than willing to enable that orcish side of him right now. It's gentle and demanding in one, a sweet touch to his cheek and a command to open his legs that is immediately followed, spread open for him to return where he belonged. ]
Yes, baby. I'm yours, your mate, whatever you want.
[ The possessiveness is so hot in the bedroom like this, and he feels so fucking adored under the snarls of passion. ]
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That's future Molly's problem, though.
That reddish haze in those eyes would be frightening to some, but Molly's not scared of Fjord; he never could be - and he's more than willing to enable that orcish side of him right now. It's gentle and demanding in one, a sweet touch to his cheek and a command to open his legs that is immediately followed, spread open for him to return where he belonged. ]
Yes, baby. I'm yours, your mate, whatever you want.
[ The possessiveness is so hot in the bedroom like this, and he feels so fucking adored under the snarls of passion. ]