[ The night has really taken a surreal turn since he wandered downstairs and trod on an unsuspecting tail. It never seemed like a possibility that he could have Molly even when he was alive, then he died and that was that ... for a while, anyway. Long enough for Fjord to remember how many regrets he really had. He was useless in the past when it came to helping Molly so he tries to make up for it now by making him feel as alive as possible, with Fjord paying close attention to which angle gets the loudest noises out of his friend and using the hand over that scar to hold him there for each consecutive thrust. Molly rides those half-orc contours so well that Fjord is almost jealous wondering if he's ever had another before, rutting up roughly as he growls into a shoulder. ]
I want to stay the night. Want to fuck you in the morning too, you feel so fucking good ...
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I want to stay the night. Want to fuck you in the morning too, you feel so fucking good ...