[ He places a kiss over the hole and smiles up at Fjord as the man jerks and tenses. ]
All good?
[ Molly asks, the hand on Fjord's cock stroking languidly. It was such a treat to see the half-orc surprised and eager, gently leaning his horns against a leg to help ground him a bit. ]
[ He nods to the ceiling, thrumming with anticipation that he can't hide. His heels keep slipping in the sheets and Fjord's hips are reluctant to stay still, rocking into the hand around his cock and down in the direction of where that tongue last touched down. ]
[ He looks far too pleased with himself at that, but with that okay in mind, Molly sets to work again. Fjord can't quite keep still and it is endearing to see the expectation there. He's merciful, though, and tightens his hand a bit around that cock, going from a light hold to a lazy stroke.
Molly then dives in again, placing kisses and laving his tongue over sensitive skin, now and then lowering to slip over the hole again, and then the thin twin tips dip inside. ]
[ His breathing grows softer and shallower the longer Molly lingers, winding up Fjord in anticipation. When he licks his way inside it feels so good that a groan fills the room and he covers his eyes with a wrist, letting him lose himself in the sensations he's been thinking about and never put into practice. ]
[ It's nice to have Fjord trusting him this way, to help him feel good. Molly is more than happy to take his time, letting him lose himself in it. Wandering kisses, a curious tongue and the gentle stroke. Just enough to keep him simmering but not heading towards a peak.
Withdrawing a bit and kissing Fjord's knee, Molly slicks his fingers up again. ]
I'll add one, darling.
[ Just a little head's up before he circles that well-tongued hole and slips the digit in. He filed some of his claws for this very reason, tail making little happy figure-eights as he feels the grip of Fjord's body. ]
Look at you. Oh, Fjord. You're so beautiful, so good for me.
[ His breath stutters as Molly swaps his tongue for a harder digit, lips parting on a gasp. Fjord's knees widen as he tells his body to relax, using the sight of Molly to keep him aroused; it's a compelling view. He blushes green under the weight of those bright red eyes, reaching for him, the only problem being he's too far away. ]
Come here, lie down with me while you d-do that. Please?
[ Molly moves, sliding up over that body and meeting Fjord's lips for a soft kiss. He puts a lot of longing into it, and promise that he will try to not fuck this up again. Because here with Fjord, he feels right.
It's so strange that it scared him before.
He sinks that finger in further and curls it, searching to glide it over the good spot if he could find it. If not, he would just have to make Fjord feel good in other ways. ]
[ The kiss has him melting into Molly anew, hands running around the tiefling and into his hair, scrunching up curls as a hot spike of want runs through Fjord independent of their bodies. He trusts him; this is the Molly who could steal his heart with minimal effort, not the frightened man who closed a door on them.
He gasps sharply as Molly finds his prostate and arches up in a wave, a whimper catching behind his lips. Fjord vaguely remembers this pleasure, can't recall if it ever happened more than a couple of times, but he moans under Molly because he missed it. ]
[ The purple bastard grins at that reaction, wholly self-congratulatory at the fact that he could make Fjord feel good this way. He kisses him again, soft but heated, and then leans his head a bit to the side to slide kisses down the half-orc's throat to the shoulder, where he bites down just enough to leave a tiny fang indent in that flushed skin while curving his finger again. ]
[ It feels like he never got fucked before in his life, not if this was how it was supposed to be. Variations of oh get louder and longer as his hips follow their own path in life and rock down on that finger to get more friction, abs tensed like his thighs in his eagerness to chase those electrifying sensations. His nails prick at Molly's skin and he kisses him back with a low moan, no longer in control of his mumbling. ]
That's so good, how the fuck did — gods, don't stop! [ The twinge of a fang on his neck has his cock twitching and precome dripping free, hips bucking. ] Molly —!
[ He nibbles at that juncture of green skin, marveling at the way Fjord's body reacts under him. When the half-orc starts rocking down to meet his hand, Molly makes a pleased sound and a little coo of praise.
All those kisses are taking his breath away, and Fjord's words are wonderful, bringing the other man to call his name like that. ]
I won't stop, darling. Look how good you're taking my fingers! I am so proud of you.
[ Another finger slides down the curve of his cleft and slips in together with the first, gentle and aided by the way they move to met each other. He strokes both pads of his fingers up against the sensitive insides, not always over the prostate but instead figuring out what Fjord liked. A touch, a press, massaging, just a light rub - all tried out as he smiles down at his lover. ]
[ He could come whenever Molly wanted, that's the impression he gets from the way his body responds, wanting the slower thrusts that touch his deepest parts and let him enjoy the stretch of two fingers around the odd spark of ohfuckohgod. It's not just the physical stimuli wreaking havoc on him, when he turns his head to nuzzle a lavender cheek he peers up with eyes so dilated they look human and ears burning a dark green at being called baby. ]
It's me. I'm right here, Fjord. Right where I'm supposed to be.
[ Molly smiles again, looking down at Fjord with no more fear in his red eyes, only desire and affection. Those fingers keep moving, clever and quick as they repeat the what seem to give his lover the most pleasure. He adores the look of Fjord's face, how responsive he is to every little touch, and fuck Sabian and any other person who ever made him think this wasn't possible.
Another kiss that ends with a nip to that lovely lower lip, and the tiefling thrusts his fingers forward, now in tandem with the hand of the green cock. ]
[ Anyone who ever wanted to disable the Palalock should have just offered to show him a good time, it's so easy to ride the waves that fizzle in his veins and adjust to fit those fingers as if they belonged. It's all because he wants Molly, of course. It simply wouldn't work with just anyone, however much of a natural thot he turns into when being fucked. Who knew.
Beyond a point he can't concentrate on kissing beyond the press of hot mouths and just grasps at Molly's hair, nails raking across a horn and down lavender ribs. Fjord cleaves to him like a burr as he chases the easiest orgasm of his life and comes with a cry that chokes off with a whine, far removed from the snarls and grunts of when positions are reversed. Shuddering, he holds onto Molly and lets the bedroom white out as he relaxes in a heap, thighs closing to try and keep those fingers buried a little longer.
[ Look at that. So different from the man that had fucked Molly's brain out for two nights, but just as hot. Molly groans with pleasure as he sees Fjord come, peppering in little words of praise between pecks and teeth worrying that neck. He keeps his fingers right where they are when he feels how tightly Fjord wants to hold on to them, and then meets those lips in a searing kiss. ]
Look at that. You're wonderful, darling. I haven't even put my dick in you and you're already such a pretty mess.
[ Withdrawing his hand from Fjord's own dick, Molly shamelessly sucks his fingers clean from the spend and then trails them over that gorgeous chest, letting Fjord soak in the feeling for a while. ]
[ If he had any blood left to blush with further he would, tipping his weight sideways into Molly's comforting warmth. He huffs a breathless smile and nuzzles the curve of a neck, fingertips skimming mindlessly over his lover. ]
You can ... do whatever you want to me, I don't care. Whenever, whatever.
[ Laughter shakes him in place, quiet and dazedly happy in the afterglow. He remains hard, because how could he not with Molly wanting to do it all over again? Speaking of, Fjord runs a hand down between the tiefling's legs to see how he's faring. ]
[ Molly laughs as well, tail swishing a bit behind him as he takes Fjordin. So pretty beneath him, happy and a little dazed with that gorgeous cock still hard and wet from his release. ]
Careful now, I'm a lush as someone said, and could take advantage.
[ He smirks, enjoying a bit of banter - but then Fjord touches him and the crooked grin turns into a whine. He's still hard and wanting, because making someone else feel good is a massive turn on for the former carnie. He aches slightly for some friction, though, and be rubs himself against his lover's hand without shame. ]
[ A sly smirk curls in the corner of his lips as he gazes up, watching Molly's needy response from under lowered lashes. Fjord feels his own cock throb in sympathy, petting a tapered tip to work off some of the tension built up in his lover. It probably doesn't help how he squeezes around those fingers, sighing shakily as a result to feel their hardness buried inside and mimicking it with his fist around Molly. ]
If you want to do it, do it. Get inside me already, sweetheart, I want you.
[ Get inside me already. What a sweet siren song that is. Molly leans for another kiss as he withdraws his fingers from that hot, tight hole and slicks up his cock with the rest of the oil. Settling in between the half-orc's legs, Molly guides the tip into Fjord and slowly sinks inside him.
He gasps at the feeling, tail whipping down to wrap around whatever it can reach as he's lost in the wet heat of his lover. Once he bottoms out, his neck is bowed and his legs trembling from holding back his movements and letting Fjord adjust. He might not have the girth and textures of a half-orc, but he's still careful. ]
Look at that, you take me so well. Perfect fit, I know you'd look gorgeous on my cock.
[ It's a lucky thing he isn't as large and ridged as Fjord, who gasps and stutters until he feels the hot burn come to an end and heavy balls resting against his ass. He's so much more full than he was, holding tight to Molly's arms, relaxed enough from being fucked that he takes him with relative ease but still has to drag down faster breaths in the process. Molly certainly feels large enough for any man.
Fjord tries his trick from earlier and tenses up with a rippling motion all down the shaft, moaning as commits it to memory, thicker base to slim tip all radiating that classic tiefling heat now rubbing up against his sensitive insides.
He loves it, throat rough and stupid all through with pleasure. ]
Your cock feels so good, you're so hot. Burning me up, oh ...
[ What can you say, Molly's a size queen sometimes.
That clenching around him is taking his breath away, feeling every part of Fjord. Seeking out another kiss and steadying himself, Molly withdraws a little bit and pushes in again, slow but steady to let the half-orc feel him. The groan that leaves him is filthy and he is in heaven at once. ]
So good for me, so perfect, fuck.
[ He has to go slow to not come too quickly, worked up by all his fingering. That works well to let Fjord get used to the long, deep thrusts inside him, pulling almost all the way out and then in again. He wants to remember this, every sound, every tremble, every feeling of him. ]
[ Orcs must be different, you're not built to be fucked. He had never really questioned what Sabian said after a couple of brief failed attempts, instead always relegated to doing the fucking after that. He must have been so embarrassed that he let it drop or otherwise Sabian was just that good at playing on insecurities, because Fjord feels as if he was made for this. Thinking about it later, when he can get his thoughts in order, it will make perfect sense that a people so prolific in fucking (when they aren't fighting) would have everything they needed to create an entire subset race, including every incentive to hop in bed whether male or female.
Stretched out on his back in a luxurious sprawl, lips shining with spit from their kisses, he grips the pillows overhead and learns how to work his hips over Molly with each deep thrust so that the little beast in his hindbrain is satisfied by the amorphous notion of being bred. A green thigh curls around Molly's waist to help connect them and Fjord's moans get louder, touched in places no one else has ever been, cock drooling precome on his belly in a steady, sticky line, the downy black hairs on his navel slick with it.
He doesn't know what prompts him to feel his own body and smear that mess upward but he does as one hand releases the pillows, palming his way on instinct up to his chest where he kneads his pecs and rakes his nails over a nipple, whimpering with a need to be touched everywhere. Molly's cock rubs across the bundle of nerves inside him, pleasure twisting and tangling in Fjord's gut so that he loses volume control as he rides him, sensitive and desperate so soon after his first orgasm.
Yours, I'll be yours, he thinks but doesn't say, not wanting to even chance this ending prematurely. ]
[ This was like losing himself in artwork. Every line of that green body was perfection to Molly, spit-slicked lips and legs sprawled open just for him. There's a deep groan at the sight of what Fjord does with his wet fingers - making more of that mess that the tiefling is more than happy to lean down and lick at. Molly slides his tongue over a pec and then slips a nipple in his mouth to suck. It's a bit uncoordinated even for a former circusman with everything else he was doing, but that was irresistible.
The pace picks up a bit, nimble hands coming to rest at Fjord's hips as he drives himself deep each time, angling himself to hit the best spots as well as he can. How it makes the volume of his lover heighten and the beautiful way he turns desperate under his touch is something he wants to burn into his memory. ]
Oh, Fjord... fuck, darling... you're so pretty like this, perfect to fuck, I can't get enough.
[ Molly babbles, feeling the tightening of his balls and refusing to come before he can bring Fjord over a second time. ]
[ Molly almost pushes Fjord over the edge by trailing his tongue over a sensitive nipple, curled over him (in him) like an infernal vision in lavender. The only reason Fjord holds on to any self-control is a desperation to stay as he is for as long as possible, burning with pleasure and unable to think with Molly moving inside, stirring a poignant ache that Fjord hasn't felt in years (if at all, the memories are foggy enough to suggest not). He crooks a knee to curl his leg around a waist and keep him close, near enough to orgasm that he's a breath away from coming when Molly reels off more filth that makes Fjord feel more loved than he expected.
I can't get enough.
He comes hard in a haze, arching up and digging his nails into the bedding just to be safe. His shout of Molly's name fills the room and gets lost in a plethora of moans that leave nothing to the imagination for the Nein bunking in the rooms either side of Fjord's but he can't bring himself to care, riding him hard as best he can while his hips are at the mercy of Molly's grip. The mess he makes is worst than the first, come dripping down his navel and sides to meet the bedsheets, still not enough to stop him cracking open tear-spiked eyes to look at Molly and croak out a plea, breathless from being fucked. ]
[ He's saving all these little good spots in his mind to tease Fjord with later, to drive him crazy in all kinds of ways. There's so much Molly wants to do to (and with) this wonderful man, and one of his desires is fulfilled when his lover desperately holds on to him and tells the whole Chateau who is fucking him so good that he cannot keep his voice down.
It's a marvel, watching Fjord come. The way his body moves, theat desperate need and how he tightens around him and makes a mess of them both. Molly slows down a bit to not overwhelm the half-orc, but is immediately asked to continue and come inside.
Gasping, Molly thrusts forward again, brain a mess of want and lust and Fjord. Pushing in as deep as he can, he fills his lover with heat. There's a few aborted movements of his slim hips, needing to ride out the feeling a bit longer, and he groans Fjord's name and praise in one. ]
Gods, Fjord...
[ He doesn't mind that it's messy at all, he's just going to sink down on that chest. ]
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All good?
[ Molly asks, the hand on Fjord's cock stroking languidly. It was such a treat to see the half-orc surprised and eager, gently leaning his horns against a leg to help ground him a bit. ]
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[ He nods to the ceiling, thrumming with anticipation that he can't hide. His heels keep slipping in the sheets and Fjord's hips are reluctant to stay still, rocking into the hand around his cock and down in the direction of where that tongue last touched down. ]
I'm fine ...
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Molly then dives in again, placing kisses and laving his tongue over sensitive skin, now and then lowering to slip over the hole again, and then the thin twin tips dip inside. ]
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Molly ... !
[ No one else consumes his thoughts. ]
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Withdrawing a bit and kissing Fjord's knee, Molly slicks his fingers up again. ]
I'll add one, darling.
[ Just a little head's up before he circles that well-tongued hole and slips the digit in. He filed some of his claws for this very reason, tail making little happy figure-eights as he feels the grip of Fjord's body. ]
Look at you. Oh, Fjord. You're so beautiful, so good for me.
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Come here, lie down with me while you d-do that. Please?
[ He misses the heat and weight of that body. ]
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[ Molly moves, sliding up over that body and meeting Fjord's lips for a soft kiss. He puts a lot of longing into it, and promise that he will try to not fuck this up again. Because here with Fjord, he feels right.
It's so strange that it scared him before.
He sinks that finger in further and curls it, searching to glide it over the good spot if he could find it. If not, he would just have to make Fjord feel good in other ways. ]
How is that?
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He gasps sharply as Molly finds his prostate and arches up in a wave, a whimper catching behind his lips. Fjord vaguely remembers this pleasure, can't recall if it ever happened more than a couple of times, but he moans under Molly because he missed it. ]
Yes, Molly! Oh ...
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[ The purple bastard grins at that reaction, wholly self-congratulatory at the fact that he could make Fjord feel good this way. He kisses him again, soft but heated, and then leans his head a bit to the side to slide kisses down the half-orc's throat to the shoulder, where he bites down just enough to leave a tiny fang indent in that flushed skin while curving his finger again. ]
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That's so good, how the fuck did — gods, don't stop! [ The twinge of a fang on his neck has his cock twitching and precome dripping free, hips bucking. ] Molly —!
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All those kisses are taking his breath away, and Fjord's words are wonderful, bringing the other man to call his name like that. ]
I won't stop, darling. Look how good you're taking my fingers! I am so proud of you.
[ Another finger slides down the curve of his cleft and slips in together with the first, gentle and aided by the way they move to met each other. He strokes both pads of his fingers up against the sensitive insides, not always over the prostate but instead figuring out what Fjord liked. A touch, a press, massaging, just a light rub - all tried out as he smiles down at his lover. ]
Do you think you can come like this, baby?
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[ He could come whenever Molly wanted, that's the impression he gets from the way his body responds, wanting the slower thrusts that touch his deepest parts and let him enjoy the stretch of two fingers around the odd spark of ohfuckohgod. It's not just the physical stimuli wreaking havoc on him, when he turns his head to nuzzle a lavender cheek he peers up with eyes so dilated they look human and ears burning a dark green at being called baby. ]
... It's you. Yes.
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[ Molly smiles again, looking down at Fjord with no more fear in his red eyes, only desire and affection. Those fingers keep moving, clever and quick as they repeat the what seem to give his lover the most pleasure. He adores the look of Fjord's face, how responsive he is to every little touch, and fuck Sabian and any other person who ever made him think this wasn't possible.
Another kiss that ends with a nip to that lovely lower lip, and the tiefling thrusts his fingers forward, now in tandem with the hand of the green cock. ]
Come for me, Fjord.
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Beyond a point he can't concentrate on kissing beyond the press of hot mouths and just grasps at Molly's hair, nails raking across a horn and down lavender ribs. Fjord cleaves to him like a burr as he chases the easiest orgasm of his life and comes with a cry that chokes off with a whine, far removed from the snarls and grunts of when positions are reversed. Shuddering, he holds onto Molly and lets the bedroom white out as he relaxes in a heap, thighs closing to try and keep those fingers buried a little longer.
Fuck. ]
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Look at that. You're wonderful, darling. I haven't even put my dick in you and you're already such a pretty mess.
[ Withdrawing his hand from Fjord's own dick, Molly shamelessly sucks his fingers clean from the spend and then trails them over that gorgeous chest, letting Fjord soak in the feeling for a while. ]
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You can ... do whatever you want to me, I don't care. Whenever, whatever.
[ Laughter shakes him in place, quiet and dazedly happy in the afterglow. He remains hard, because how could he not with Molly wanting to do it all over again? Speaking of, Fjord runs a hand down between the tiefling's legs to see how he's faring. ]
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Careful now, I'm a lush as someone said, and could take advantage.
[ He smirks, enjoying a bit of banter - but then Fjord touches him and the crooked grin turns into a whine. He's still hard and wanting, because making someone else feel good is a massive turn on for the former carnie. He aches slightly for some friction, though, and be rubs himself against his lover's hand without shame. ]
Gods, I can't wait to be inside of you.
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If you want to do it, do it. Get inside me already, sweetheart, I want you.
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He gasps at the feeling, tail whipping down to wrap around whatever it can reach as he's lost in the wet heat of his lover. Once he bottoms out, his neck is bowed and his legs trembling from holding back his movements and letting Fjord adjust. He might not have the girth and textures of a half-orc, but he's still careful. ]
Look at that, you take me so well. Perfect fit, I know you'd look gorgeous on my cock.
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Fjord tries his trick from earlier and tenses up with a rippling motion all down the shaft, moaning as commits it to memory, thicker base to slim tip all radiating that classic tiefling heat now rubbing up against his sensitive insides.
He loves it, throat rough and stupid all through with pleasure. ]
Your cock feels so good, you're so hot. Burning me up, oh ...
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That clenching around him is taking his breath away, feeling every part of Fjord. Seeking out another kiss and steadying himself, Molly withdraws a little bit and pushes in again, slow but steady to let the half-orc feel him. The groan that leaves him is filthy and he is in heaven at once. ]
So good for me, so perfect, fuck.
[ He has to go slow to not come too quickly, worked up by all his fingering. That works well to let Fjord get used to the long, deep thrusts inside him, pulling almost all the way out and then in again. He wants to remember this, every sound, every tremble, every feeling of him. ]
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Stretched out on his back in a luxurious sprawl, lips shining with spit from their kisses, he grips the pillows overhead and learns how to work his hips over Molly with each deep thrust so that the little beast in his hindbrain is satisfied by the amorphous notion of being bred. A green thigh curls around Molly's waist to help connect them and Fjord's moans get louder, touched in places no one else has ever been, cock drooling precome on his belly in a steady, sticky line, the downy black hairs on his navel slick with it.
He doesn't know what prompts him to feel his own body and smear that mess upward but he does as one hand releases the pillows, palming his way on instinct up to his chest where he kneads his pecs and rakes his nails over a nipple, whimpering with a need to be touched everywhere. Molly's cock rubs across the bundle of nerves inside him, pleasure twisting and tangling in Fjord's gut so that he loses volume control as he rides him, sensitive and desperate so soon after his first orgasm.
Yours, I'll be yours, he thinks but doesn't say, not wanting to even chance this ending prematurely. ]
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The pace picks up a bit, nimble hands coming to rest at Fjord's hips as he drives himself deep each time, angling himself to hit the best spots as well as he can. How it makes the volume of his lover heighten and the beautiful way he turns desperate under his touch is something he wants to burn into his memory. ]
Oh, Fjord... fuck, darling... you're so pretty like this, perfect to fuck, I can't get enough.
[ Molly babbles, feeling the tightening of his balls and refusing to come before he can bring Fjord over a second time. ]
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I can't get enough.
He comes hard in a haze, arching up and digging his nails into the bedding just to be safe. His shout of Molly's name fills the room and gets lost in a plethora of moans that leave nothing to the imagination for the Nein bunking in the rooms either side of Fjord's but he can't bring himself to care, riding him hard as best he can while his hips are at the mercy of Molly's grip. The mess he makes is worst than the first, come dripping down his navel and sides to meet the bedsheets, still not enough to stop him cracking open tear-spiked eyes to look at Molly and croak out a plea, breathless from being fucked. ]
Inside, come inside me.
[ So it all lasts longer. ]
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It's a marvel, watching Fjord come. The way his body moves, theat desperate need and how he tightens around him and makes a mess of them both. Molly slows down a bit to not overwhelm the half-orc, but is immediately asked to continue and come inside.
Gasping, Molly thrusts forward again, brain a mess of want and lust and Fjord. Pushing in as deep as he can, he fills his lover with heat. There's a few aborted movements of his slim hips, needing to ride out the feeling a bit longer, and he groans Fjord's name and praise in one. ]
Gods, Fjord...
[ He doesn't mind that it's messy at all, he's just going to sink down on that chest. ]
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