[ Feeling it as it happens, he somehow bites back a snarl and bows his head as he stiffens from the waist up, fucking Molly through an orgasm that he joins halfway. Fjord pours his first load inside with a series of erratic thrusts, the sharp scratches down his back spurring him on in a blend of pleasure and pain that works only because it's Molly. He's never slept with someone he loves before and everything in him wants Molly to stay right where he is for as long as possible, fucked raw with thick half-orc come that dampens the blankets beneath them, mixed with what drips off Molly's belly from his own release. The tiefling's a mess, used and weak; but Fjord remains hard when he raises his head from Molly's shoulder, slit pupils as wide as dinner-plates.
There are barely twenty seconds of downtime before, without breaking eye-contact, he starts to move again, keen to push Molly's limits. Gods, Molly feels so good when he's covered in come, the slick slapping sound of Fjord bucking is remorseless. His balls rub up against the base of a tail, heavy as ever. ]
I bet you've got another in you, Molly. [ Noses nudge and Fjord circles his hips, seeking out an oversensitive prostate. ] Come on, baby ...
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There are barely twenty seconds of downtime before, without breaking eye-contact, he starts to move again, keen to push Molly's limits. Gods, Molly feels so good when he's covered in come, the slick slapping sound of Fjord bucking is remorseless. His balls rub up against the base of a tail, heavy as ever. ]
I bet you've got another in you, Molly. [ Noses nudge and Fjord circles his hips, seeking out an oversensitive prostate. ] Come on, baby ...