[ Molly doesn't have to demand anything by way of monogamy from Fjord, he already has him hooked even without that sweet tail securing around his thigh. He rears back as Molly finds his orgasm, moving with him to milk out as much pleasure as he can and spoil him rotten, as Molly deserves to be treated (and how inn-house companion whores never could), relieved when the sobbing beauty demands for Fjord to come inside him. It's a demand Fjord can meet in short order, only a few graceless, hard thrusts away from spilling hotly into that tight ass and grasping at narrow hips for an anchor, dragging Molly back on his cock with each bone-deep shudder. The rest of the Chateau probably hear the guttural groan of the tiefling's name as he tips his head back, hands running up and down Molly's back as Fjord rides out his orgasm and crawls down to cover him, scooping up a waist to hold him close through the afterglow.
There are no words for a while, just the come-down and golden haze of Molly in his arms, warm and content with more than just the sex. ]
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There are no words for a while, just the come-down and golden haze of Molly in his arms, warm and content with more than just the sex. ]