[ 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. ]
[ Mollymauk is a sight when he comes, gorgeous and wrapped up entirely in his own head, locked there by what Fjord has done to him. The wealth of heat makes him whimper and arch, uncoordinated hands finding a waist when Molly is within reach and holding on as Fjord raggedly drags down breath after breath where he lies pinned, his heartbeat pounding through every vein and around Molly where the tiefling remains buried. He daydreams for a perfect moment of that look on Molly's face again when he came and turns his cheek into soft hair the exact hue of the starry night outside, rich and dark. Damp with exertion.
Fjord feels tears slide down his temples and smiles, drifting a little longer where they lie crumpled together in a limbless, happy heap. ]
[ Molly doesn't want to move at first, just taking in everything. Their bodies, sweaty and sticky and wonderful together. The way they both try to catch their breath. He can feel Fjord's heartbeat travel through his own veins, a steady hum of closeness and pleasure that is drawn not only from what they just had done.
He's happy.
Molly lifts his head a bit and kisses a tear from Fjord's face. Another is ghosted by an ear before he arches and gently withdraws from inside the half-orc's body. This time when he lies down on top of the other man, he snuggles close, burying his face into those pecs. ]
Here lies Mollymauk Tealeaf, lovingly fucked out by a holy man.
[ Roused from the danger of falling asleep too soon, he stirs when lips brush his tears away, wincing a moment later as Molly withdraws. Only in one sense, thankfully, with Fjord wrapping an arm around him and playing with a curl of his hair, settled together as the heat starts to fade and leave sweetly aching muscles behind that he hadn't even been aware of before now.
He shakes with a contained laugh to the candid summary, humming tiredly a moment later. ]
Yeah. Yes, I'm good. Very ... good. [ How do words work, wow. ] You're very well-practiced at that.
[ Molly laughs, tail unlatching from around Fjord's thigh to sway freely over them both in long, lazy swishes. Leaning down, he steals a kiss with a pleased hum, comfortable and still a little dreamy from endorphins. ]
I've had some practice. Plus I had to take you up on the challenge.
[ They're going to be uncomfortable soon enough, but right now he's going to leech all the oxytocin he can possibly get from Fjord. ]
[ The kiss is sweet, cradling the back of Molly's head so he doesn't have to give up the feel of that lovely hair. Fjord snorts a smile and turns his head to nuzzle under a jaw when he's made to laugh. ]
Don't be stupid, jeez. Your ass is perfectly lovely, which I'll prove tomorrow.
[ He laughs at that as well, gently cocking his head to the side to not stab Fjord with a horn. ]
Oh, that was never in doubt! My ass is flawless, my silk panties proves it.
[ Molly wants to continue cuddling, but they've laying in dirty sheets and that will be crusty and disgusting later. Exaggeratedly groaning, he stands up and stretches a bit before getting some pieces of cloth and wetting one in the washbasin (a new one, he notices... apparently they threw out the one he puked in).
Slipping into bed again, he kisses Fjord's stomach and then lovingly cleans him off with both the rag and kisses. ]
[ He's caught up imagining Molly in all sorts of illicit undergarments when his knees are spread and Fjord covers his face with his hands. He flops back and laughs, embarrassed as he bites his lip. ]
That was different! And you're the first to do this.
[ Even though it feels nice, being taken care of, and the tension slips from him as he relaxes, peeking through his fingers. ]
[ He's going to be the same shade of green all over before long. ]
Run away. Is your room okay?
[ It's all roses until he sits up and whimpers, wincing and freezing in place. Oh. Oh!! ]
Nngh, fuck. Gods, what did your dick do to me, hah. Oh, I hate you.
[ The twinge goes up his lower back and he puffs out a breath, gathering his composure through stifling his laughter because Molly absolutely does not deserve to see it. ]
It should be good, I paid the maids a lot for our debauchery.
[ He sits up as well, and then gives Fjord a self-satisfied smirk when the half-orc complains. ]
Mmmhm, you know you love my dick.
[ He does rub Fjord's lower back a little bit, though, apologetic despite his words. He should probably have put more time on stretching and not gone so hard. ]
[ His swat a cross the back of Molly's thighs fails when he stumbles, catching himself with a hiss that tries to act super casual about the fact he got fucked five ways from sunday and is now trying to move like normal. ]
Good, I'll hold you to that.
[ He finds his breeches and tugs them on, not bothering with a shirt. He'll lose the pants as soon as he and Molly are alone again anyway, it's just running the gauntlet of the corridor hemmed in by the doors of their friends' rooms that is the challenge. Before they leave, he holds out a hand for him to take. ]
[ Molly pulls his coat on to cover most of himself, slinking up next to Fjord with a grin. He'll apologize more in the morning for the sore ass, but right now they have a mutual goal of getting into a soft, clean bed. ]
You and me against the world, darling.
[ He hooks his arm with Fjord's and opens the door, peeking out before pulling the half-orc with him towards the other room. He's two steps from the door when Beau's voice comes from another room. 'Fucking hell you two! Get a gag!']
[ He's still melting internally from the comment to mind much when Beau shrieks at them through the wall, the creak of their footsteps a dead giveaway. ]
I have one, we're moving rooms so I can fit him in my mouth again!
[ Fjord grins and escorts Molly down the corridor, emboldened by having him on his arm. The Monk's yelling is a mess of rage and indignation, well-earned. ]
[ He breaks into giggles at that, laughing as they get into the room and Beau's protests are a little muted. Molly shucks his coat at once, draping it over a chair and stands there, naked and relaxed in Fjord's room.
This was... this was perfect. He's not as scared any more. Worried, yeah, but not frightened and about to bolt. He's happy.
Molly stretches, every little kink pulled loose, and then he flops into the bed like an oversized cat. ]
[ His breeches do go flying the second the door is closed and locked. The sight of Molly spreading out like a luxurious pet makes him smile, crawling up the bed in between those alluring legs to hem him in on bent arms and kiss him deeply, unhurried as he soaks up the feeling of their naked bodies plastered together in a warm, clean bed.
Fjord is more than sated enough to trail his mouth down the unblemished side of a throat, lapping at scars as he goes. ]
Every other person [ murmuring in between hot kisses, ] who has touched you here, I'm going [ nipping! ] to drop a Barlgura on their head.
[ He kisses back with simmering, lazy heat, spreading out greedily over the bed and running fingers through Fjord's soft hair. Molly nibbles at that lower lip and then makes a pleased hum as those kisses wander to his scars. ]
Hmm... you'd have to drop most of those barlguras on me, love. [ Molly laughs again, loving the feel of those nips and the press of those tusks. ]
At least I think so. I had most of them when I woke up as me.
[ Snorting against Molly's skin, he picks up on what makes him squirm the most and uses his tusks to rake lightly down his chest, framing a nipple in each pass as his tongue drags a wet line up the middle.
'I had most of them when I woke up as me.'
And then Fjord plants a soft kiss over Molly's heart, because damn. ]
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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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Fjord feels tears slide down his temples and smiles, drifting a little longer where they lie crumpled together in a limbless, happy heap. ]
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He's happy.
Molly lifts his head a bit and kisses a tear from Fjord's face. Another is ghosted by an ear before he arches and gently withdraws from inside the half-orc's body. This time when he lies down on top of the other man, he snuggles close, burying his face into those pecs. ]
Here lies Mollymauk Tealeaf, lovingly fucked out by a holy man.
[ He mumbles against the skin, chuckling. ]
Are you okay, love?
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He shakes with a contained laugh to the candid summary, humming tiredly a moment later. ]
Yeah. Yes, I'm good. Very ... good. [ How do words work, wow. ] You're very well-practiced at that.
[ See, he can be fucked-out and funny too. ]
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I've had some practice. Plus I had to take you up on the challenge.
[ They're going to be uncomfortable soon enough, but right now he's going to leech all the oxytocin he can possibly get from Fjord. ]
You have the perfect ass, darling. I'm jealous.
[ ...and be a dick. ]
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Don't be stupid, jeez. Your ass is perfectly lovely, which I'll prove tomorrow.
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Oh, that was never in doubt! My ass is flawless, my silk panties proves it.
[ Molly wants to continue cuddling, but they've laying in dirty sheets and that will be crusty and disgusting later. Exaggeratedly groaning, he stands up and stretches a bit before getting some pieces of cloth and wetting one in the washbasin (a new one, he notices... apparently they threw out the one he puked in).
Slipping into bed again, he kisses Fjord's stomach and then lovingly cleans him off with both the rag and kisses. ]
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[ He isn't used to being cleaned up however and sits up on an elbow, gesturing for the cloth. ]
Oh, I can do that, you don't have to.
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[ Molly winks and keeps drying off their mess, gently slapping away the hand. ]
I don't have to, but I want to. Besides, why would I be any less caring than you've been with me?
[ He opens those legs with a smile on his face, and places a kiss to a knee before he continues with that rag, careful with any sensitive spots. ]
I remember someone eating me out after fucking me. This is nothing compared to that.
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That was different! And you're the first to do this.
[ Even though it feels nice, being taken care of, and the tension slips from him as he relaxes, peeking through his fingers. ]
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It's wholly selfish. I love touching you.
[ Molly says with a grin, finishing cleaning him up and then pulling away the sheets. ]
New ones or should we run away?
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Run away. Is your room okay?
[ It's all roses until he sits up and whimpers, wincing and freezing in place. Oh. Oh!! ]
Nngh, fuck. Gods, what did your dick do to me, hah. Oh, I hate you.
[ The twinge goes up his lower back and he puffs out a breath, gathering his composure through stifling his laughter because Molly absolutely does not deserve to see it. ]
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[ He sits up as well, and then gives Fjord a self-satisfied smirk when the half-orc complains. ]
Mmmhm, you know you love my dick.
[ He does rub Fjord's lower back a little bit, though, apologetic despite his words. He should probably have put more time on stretching and not gone so hard. ]
I'll massage your back in the morning as a treat.
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Good, I'll hold you to that.
[ He finds his breeches and tugs them on, not bothering with a shirt. He'll lose the pants as soon as he and Molly are alone again anyway, it's just running the gauntlet of the corridor hemmed in by the doors of their friends' rooms that is the challenge. Before they leave, he holds out a hand for him to take. ]
United front, in case of any complications?
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You and me against the world, darling.
[ He hooks his arm with Fjord's and opens the door, peeking out before pulling the half-orc with him towards the other room. He's two steps from the door when Beau's voice comes from another room. 'Fucking hell you two! Get a gag!']
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I have one, we're moving rooms so I can fit him in my mouth again!
[ Fjord grins and escorts Molly down the corridor, emboldened by having him on his arm. The Monk's yelling is a mess of rage and indignation, well-earned. ]
Goodnight, Beau!
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This was... this was perfect. He's not as scared any more. Worried, yeah, but not frightened and about to bolt. He's happy.
Molly stretches, every little kink pulled loose, and then he flops into the bed like an oversized cat. ]
Come here, baby.
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Fjord is more than sated enough to trail his mouth down the unblemished side of a throat, lapping at scars as he goes. ]
Every other person [ murmuring in between hot kisses, ] who has touched you here, I'm going [ nipping! ] to drop a Barlgura on their head.
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Hmm... you'd have to drop most of those barlguras on me, love. [ Molly laughs again, loving the feel of those nips and the press of those tusks. ]
At least I think so. I had most of them when I woke up as me.
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'I had most of them when I woke up as me.'
And then Fjord plants a soft kiss over Molly's heart, because damn. ]
I'm sorry you had to wake up like that.
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