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[ That orgasm is rolling through his body, kept alive in a few more thrusts as Fjord fucks him through it. Molly is a quaking, breathless mess under the half-orc, relishing in the feel of the warm body on top of his own like that. Holding him tightly, groaning his name and filling him with heat. He pushes back to help him sink as deep as possible as he does, and when Fjord's coming down his arms and legs slowly give out under him. He sinks into the bed with the half-orc, unable to say a word or even think straight.

This was more than sex, no matter how amazing that was. Finding a hand, Mollymauk laces his fingers with Fjord's and holds on tightly. Hopeful but scared shitless at the same time. ]