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[ Times like these he can imagine how it feels to be a full-blooded orc with a curse for violence and lust in his veins, losing himself to the pleasure of fucking Molly so hard that the bed creaks its own rhythm, unmistakeable if anyone overhears. It's impossible to care. He covers Molly and slides a hand down a scarred back to lift a thigh higher, shifting on his knees until he has him riding his dick at a deep grind, barely pulling out. Fjord runs a hand down between them to fondle that lovely purple cock and stroke it just a little too loosely in the ring of his sword-calloused fingers, sealing a searing, tender kiss laced with a snarl, a blend of Fjord's equal parts. ]

Mollymauk, sweetheart.

[ Some hindbrain instinct longs to fill him up with come and breed the pretty tiefling where he is, perfect ass ripe for ruining like Molly wants. ]