[ How is this normally flustered and endearingly awkward man so damn good at dirty talk? Molly groans as his hips are grasped like that, the relishing in the feeling of that cock pushing into him over and over again. All those textures are driving him crazy again, rubbing against his prostate and catching at his rim, lighting up every nerve.

At the request Molly whines a yes and immediately moves. Fjord barely has to push him down before he's face down and ass up in the bed, wiggling his hips a bit as he grasps at the pillows. He must look ridiculous, Molly thinks with a shameless grin - but the half-orc should have known what he's getting in to. (It was Molly that was more and more surprised.) ]

Come on, darling, give it to me, I can take it, fuck me into the bed! You know you want to ruin me, Fjord. [ He gasps, in throes of pleasure and feeling like he's losing his mind. ]

Fjord, please, please, fill me up, I love when you come in me, breed me, gods.