[ Hearing Fjord lose control with those growls and snarls once more is amazing, and the heat filling him makes his spent cock twitch even as exhausted as he is. It's such a wonderful feeling, being claimed from the inside and out, and each one of those strong bucks is met with trembling hips trying to keep up.
Fjord has left his marks everywhere, each nibble, each love bite, each bruise, those scratches on his tail. If the rest of the Nein had suddenly become deaf, they still would know who fucked him good.
Once the half-orc stills and wraps his arms around him, Molly is a lax, sated lump of clay, easily handled however Fjord desires. He's still speared on that cock and he never wants to leave, but the exhaustion is taking over and it is tipping over to just oversensitive as his brain starts to engage again. ]
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Fjord has left his marks everywhere, each nibble, each love bite, each bruise, those scratches on his tail. If the rest of the Nein had suddenly become deaf, they still would know who fucked him good.
Once the half-orc stills and wraps his arms around him, Molly is a lax, sated lump of clay, easily handled however Fjord desires. He's still speared on that cock and he never wants to leave, but the exhaustion is taking over and it is tipping over to just oversensitive as his brain starts to engage again. ]
You are.... fuck, Fjord. You're so good.