[ Gods, that makes him laugh and it's so annoying that Molly can literally feel the effect he has when it comes to cracking Fjord up during sex. He stops moving and sits back, Molly spread and spitted on his cock as the half-orc reaches for the other vial lost in the sheets. ]
I've had just about enough of your smart mouth, sweetheart.
[ He protests, but he loves laughing in bed so much, especially when he can feel it like this. The pause is enough to start a whine of protest from him, but then he realizes what Fjord is doing and perks up.
Burns pleasure into the mate. Still doesn't know what that means, exactly, but the saleswoman had been amused. ]
Mmm... yes, let's try that, let's see how many times I can come on your cock.
[ Molly is spoiled with a few firm thrusts before Fjord rocks his hips free, uncorking the vial to give it a sniff. Smells like pine or grass, nothing too weird. On his fingers it certainly doesn't 'burn' him, which he guessed might be the case since it was brewed specifically for orcs and while he might not be a full-blooded one he's a lot sturdier than most folk. His dick shines with the oil as he slicks himself up, a few cursory tugs taking the edge off his lust as he lines back up, yellow eyes flicking up to red. ]
Tell me if you don't like it, I'm not sure what it'll do.
[ 'Burns' is a bit of a worrying choice of words but there's nothing gentler in Orcish and he suspects it doesn't mean literally. As he pushes in and hoists a leg around his waist (those stockings are so beautiful on Molly, he can't resist palming his way up to tangle his fingers in a taut garter) the heat on Molly's end grows, not enough to hurt but every drag and rub of Fjord's cock starts to feels hot for once, tiefling resistance be damned. Wherever the oil touches Fjord's skin it's like the searingly addictive drip of candle-wax on skin, only splitting him open.
Braced above, Fjord keeps an eye on him to make sure he doesn't miss a moment, personally just enjoying the tight, wet ride of fucking his mate. ]
[ He feels so cavernously empty when Fjord pulls back and it's barely worth the experiment to not have that cock in him. Molly is curious, though, and he watches with a hungry smile as Fjord uncorks it and slicks himself up. The tugs to take the edge off is so damned hot and when the half-orc slides back where he belongs Molly cries out, immediately rocking down to meet him.
A few thrusts and he feels the difference, red eyes widening as he's heated, warm, tingling feelings spreading through his body. His mouth opens and doesn't close again, the sounds escaping him outright filthy. ]
Oh fuck, oh yes, gods, Fjord! It's good, fuck it's good, I love your cock, I love this, fuck!
[ He tosses an arm over his face, the other digging deep into the sheets as that heat just spread through his body, making every bit of him feel tingly and alive in such a strange but wonderful way. ]
[ ... He needs ten more of these vials stashed in the bag of holding, just in case. ]
Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?
[ Despite Molly's desperate squirming Fjord holds him down at the waist so he can only be fucked to the half-orc's steady pace, the heat stirred up to a constant simmer as he moves. Kisses rain down on Molly's cheeks and he nuzzles a temple. His weight all but pins him down and the heavy weight of aching, full balls rubs up against that beautiful ass when he circles his hips, promising to fill him up.
Fjord's smile sharpens. A tusk nips those parted lips as he prowls above. ]
Said something about me breeding you once, if I recall.
[ The heat increases a bit more until it seems to have reached its max, and Molly suspects between the mind-blowing feeling of Fjord moving inside him that this was probably not advisable to use on anyone other than orcs, half-orcs and tieflings.
(They're perfect for eachother.)
Molly is absolutely falling apart under his lover's touch, loving the way he's pinned and the slap of those balls promising to fill him so well. Fjord's dirty, promising words draw another loud whine from him, the very idea hurling him towards the easiest orgasm of his life - dick completely untouched. He yowls under the half-orc, clamping down around that perfect cock and desperately holding on tightly to those goddess-broadened shoulders. ]
[ He could hold off longer but he doesn't want to force anything tonight, quickening thrusts to fuck Molly properly as he starts to seize up and tightens so deliciously, the pleasure rippling through that gorgeously gift-wrapped body in a wave. Fjord grunts as he grits his teeth and lets the squeeze of Molly's orgasm milk out his own, snarling under his breath as he tips his head back and fucks harder, the sound obscene and payoff exquisite. He shudders throughout filling up that cute ass with his seed and moans as he relaxes after, Molly's arms around him and his cock stirring stickiness to slip free and stain lace, panties soggy and soft. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck ... [ His cock twitches and he hisses, still solid with the desire Molly inspires. ] You're the perfect mate, Molls.
[ Slurring that against a prettily pec, covered in that damnable lace. ]
[ He loves the feeling of being filled and then the delicious and sinful sounds of Fjord moving in him still, wet and messy and wonderful. It's such a decadent and dirty feeling to have that lace ruined even more, drawing waves of heat through him. Strangely enough he isn't tired, though, or oversensitive. He's still hard and that is an absolute wonder. People must pay a fortune for vials of this.
Fjord's words make him feel all warm inside, smiling as the half-orc leans down over him. Reaching up to stroke his hair, Molly tries to catch his breath in that corset for a reply. ]
So are you.
[ 'Mate' is an interesting word, but definitely a turn-on. ]
[ Sagging into him with a hug, he notices the slightly laboured breathing and picks at the corset, easing out of Molly to drop to his side for a moment where they can both briefly recover. ]
Here, let me take that off you, you don't need it.
[ He would much rather Molly could breathe than fake a teeny waist, making a valiant attempt to get the restrictive clothing off with no idea how. The brassiere and panties (despite the latter being ruined) are more than enough of a kinky sight. ]
[ He arches his back so that Fjord can more easily see and pull the pretty bow there, loosening him from the restraints. Molly laughs brightly, tossing the pretty somewhere on the floor - he could deal with it later.
(His dizziness gets better, but that was just part of the slight, gentle controlled breath kink.)
With Fjord beside him, he can stretch a bit more, feeling how empty he is, but also feeling so good at the same time. He runs his hands over his own body, coming to slide a nipple between his fingers under the brassiere, and then letting his other hand wander down to touch his cock. ]
Fuck, I can't believe I'm still hard, this is so good... these potions are amazing. Is this how you always feel?
[ Fjord is a warm mountain at Molly's side where he runs a hand over that beautiful body too, groping the silky swell of a thigh where he purposefully ladders the stockings with his nails, kissing his way along a shoulder. ]
Like I'll die if I can't fuck you several times in a row? Yes.
[ His hand travels up to join the one around that pretty cock, stroking for the satisfaction of feeling how hard Molly is for him. ]
Can I have you from behind? [ Pecking kisses up a throat as if to beg permission, filthy words are politely murmured. ] I want to use my mouth on you. Please? I love it when you ride my tongue, baby.
[ He loves that mountain, that body to lean to and feel alive with. Molly makes sweet, keening sounds as those pretty, pretty stockings tear under Fjord's touch, leaning his head to the side as much as he can so that the half-orc can reach his shoulder and neck.
He's feels like a beautiful slut, a desperate little whore begging for cock and so very, very loved.
That lithe body of his is sensitive to every touch, so responsive to all of this, like the sex had never stopped and just keeps going on a steady, wonderful level. He drags his nails down that chest as Fjord strokes him, lighting that fire up more. Molly is so hard, so ready for him - and at those sweet and filthy requests the tiefling grins, all joy and desire. ]
Yes, gods, yes, I want that.
[ He immediately turns, excited enough that his tail flicks in long, whip-like s-shapes. ]
[ Having Molly hard and needy is all the inspiration he needs to stay aroused forever, it feels like, nipping at a tendon on his neck when nails run down Fjord's chest to get him arching forward. As he follows Molly when the tiefling rolls over, he laughs at the sight of that excitable tail and leans down to kiss the ridges leading to the base of it, petting up thighs and kneading those lovely cheeks. ]
[ The neck nibble makes him bend his head forward, adoring the feeling of tusks and teeth on it. He loves the little hickies and bruises Fjord leaves because while they do not hurt, they definitely make him feel like he belongs with someone.
(...and how weird is that, considering he ran for the hills just a few days ago at the idea of commitment?)
He breaks into laughter at that the half-orc's words, wiggling his whole butt in those lovely hands. The kiss along the tail sends a rush through his spine and Molly groans wantonly, body stiffening a bit and his tail lifts to curl over his own back. Showing just how well-fucked he was already. ]
[ Fjord snorts as he settles in behind him, kisses trailing up a spine and nape until he can taste the tip of a tattooed pyramid, cock sinking into Molly to open him up all over again with little resistance. He groans hotly over the curve of a pretty neck as slick heat grips onto him with every thick inch eaten up, reaching around a slim waist to pet his way between his lover's legs. ]
You feel so good, fuck, Molly — [ His breath hitches as he bottoms out. ] Sweetheart, oh.
[ Molly's back arches, fingers dig into the mattress and he makes a pleased, hungry sound as Fjord slides home again. This is such a nice position, all warmth against his body and lips at his neck. It's wonderful and also tickling that little devil in the back of his head as 'right'. ]
Gods, Fjord...
[ He rocks his hips back to feel that cock slide inside him, the oil still sparkling over his nerves a little bit despite the dilution of all that seed. Smiling, that lifted tail curls artfully over Fjord's back, getting a small 'grip'. (It's barely a hold.) ]
So good... you fit so perfectly, baby.
[ He might have said that a million times but it was so true. He's greedy and wanton, ruined, wet panties hanging off a leg, stockings torn and the bra crooked from touching his own chest earlier. Molly is an absolute mess and he's so happy at the same time. ]
[ Molly is a mess. He's Fjord's mess, beautiful beyond the telling, smart and fierce and brave, able to slice through monsters and hurl Infernal at their enemies ... currently on his belly as he fucks himself back onto Fjord's cock with warm come spilling out of him, whining for more in pretty lingerie.
He definitely deserves to come all night long, the potion was a solid choice.
Fjord gives into his instincts and muffles a growl in the curve of a shoulder where his tusks rake for purchase, holding onto Molly as he grasps a thigh — claws laddering stockings to leave pink lines on the skin beneath — and drags him back with every thrust, driving into him with an unhurried hunger. It's where he should be, he thinks airily. Buried inside Molly. Surrounding him. Molly takes him so well that it draws out a guttural noise from the half-orc as he makes love to his mate in their messy bed, moving with him so that Molly feels a blunt crown rubbing up against his prostate on every other rut, not enough to make him come but to keep him stimulated as Fjord falls back on half-orc stamina.
Relentless Endurance. If he wasn't so focused on pleasuring the gorgeous creature beneath him he would laugh. ]
[ It's like being in an endless wave of pleasure without a beginning or end, utterly giving himself up to Fjord, trusting every part of him to the half-orc as he moves inside him like that. The bite of teeth and tusks draws a filthy sound of intense approval from Molly, and the grasp that tears more of those barely-held-together stockings makes it even better. It's slow and simmering but he's also pulled back on that cock, such a perfect angle to both keep the feeling of pure pleasure awake but not increasing enough for him to come yet.
He's not sure how it all came to this, how Fjord managed to rip down his defenses with record speed to have him fully trusting him, to feel the surge of affection and love that he had been frightened of. Things he had never even expected to ever have.
He had thought of Fjord as a distraction from his own selfish bitterness, and now this. Molly hasn't always been a nice person, a good person, but he tried. Fjord was a good person from the start, despite his own hangups and hidden depths. He was so much more and Molly is so in love. ]
[ There's a whole lot of that good person inside Molly as they move together like they've been a couple for months, not days. Barely a week or longer? Fjord kisses every peacock feather on a shoulder and gives him time to turn his head (those horns, more mindful now) to receive a kiss that makes love to Molly as thoroughly as the rest of Fjord does. He smiles with the knowledge of who he has, who is his, and rises up on bent arms to brace faster thrusts that leave a lewd slap of a noise rising into the room, gauging whether Molly is ready to be roughened up. ]
[ Molly's equally careful with his horns to not gore Fjord, and kisses him back with a soft moan into that wonderful mouth at the feeling of all the love and want. He's full of both smiles and more slack-jawed sounds of bliss, clawing at the poor mattress as those green hip starts moving faster.
That slapping sound makes him groan at how wonderfully filthy it is, and Molly meets each of those thrusts hungrily. ]
More. [ The tiefling says, half begging and half demanding. He's greedy and wants all of it, the soft flow of pleasure and this harder, wonderful pace. ]
[ Molly can take it, he's built of sturdier stuff than most people believe at first sight. That's why Fjord doesn't feel bad or question the ease with which he fists purple curls and yanks Molly's head back at the same time he bucks in hard, holding him in place to be roughly fucked the way Fjord suspects he wants. It feels so natural to show him how badly he's wanted, as if they've been a couple for years and there's no shame in the ardent want shamelessly burning Fjord's blood to a boil, snarls and grunts alternating behind the tiefling as Fjord lets go of his self-consciousness and gets as rough as he sometimes dreams about, dreams of possessively marking up Molly as his and no one else's. It's a different flavour to the usual routine of making love that they fall into, a rare build-up of pure cravings for lavender skin under his mouth, tight heat around his cock, and pretty hair in his grip, and he loves that he can put this desperate part of him on display without fear of repercussion.
It's not only physical lust, although that's there too (off the charts), he just adores Molly in a hundred different ways.
His grip slides from Molly's hair to cup his neck, giving a slight squeeze. Fjord nips at a straining tendon in a colourful neck, tusks grazing. ]
[ He screams in ecstasy as Fjord grabs his hair and starts using him for real, slamming into him like he owns him and letting go of all of his inhibitions for a moment. His ass is going to bruise and Molly loves it, whines of 'yes' flowing freely from his mouth as he hungrily meets those thrusts with an arching back.
That tail has let go to instead spread out over his own back to allow the best of sights of that thick cock slamming into a stretched rim with the ruined panties still hanging off him a little bit.
He has never had sex this good; he has never trusted someone this much to let go and just sink into a haze of being absolutely perfectly fucked. Giving in fully.
Then Fjord snarls his love for him, voicing it and showing it at the same time. The grasp at his neck draws another wail from Molly and he cannot stop the litany of praise that falls out of his mouth. ]
Love you, baby, gods, you're so good, I can take it, take all of you, fuck. I'm gonna come again, please keep fucking me!
Fuck, love you too, [ gruff as his voice is, it feels like he's dredging emotions up from the pit of his chest as he drags down deep, steadying breaths in a bid to keep fucking Molly as the tiefling wants, never losing momentum, ] come for me, sweetheart, [ each slam of his hips fills the room with a slick echo, cock rubbing as deep as he can go while bowed over Molly's back and that lashing tail, kissing his shoulder, ] you got all pretty for me, Molls, you look so beautiful like this.
[ Ruined and rich with decadence in the shredded lingerie, filthy and gorgeous as a stretched pink rim takes his cock with greedy eagerness, Molly's tight hole feels like it was made to ride Fjord like this. Each sharp groan that cuts off from the halforc says what he can't, high praise.
He can't resist reaching around to stroke that pretty cock trapped in lace, half-out of its elaborate cage when he slips his fingers past fancy fabric to jerk him off. Feeling Molly hard and wet in his hand is indescribably good for the soul, knowing Fjord did that and no other man gets the chance. No one else. ]
[ The praise, the touch to his wet, hard flesh and Fjord's endless reverence and desire for him draws Molly towards the edge once more. He's so hyperaware of it all, the feeling of their bodies, the stretch of that cock inside him, the ridges on it hitting all the best spots - but also the feeling of ruined lace hanging off his hips, barely holding in anything, stockings with holes opening up after being raked by those lovely green hands and the absolute mess of the sheets.
He's a poster boy for hedonism and reveling in all of it, from being desired and wanted, to giving up control to Fjord and knowing nothing will go wrong as he does. Molly feels like the god he claimed to be, the rush of just being his best filthy self while so utterly adored taking his breath away.
Another of those amazing thrusts and the possessive, raunchy request from his boyfriend, he tips over and comes - Fjord's name shaking the rafters from his yowl of ecstasy. ]
[ The hush of Fjord's voice over a shoulder fills in the cracked silence left after that wail, a switch flipped when he feels his lover coming around him and letting the world know about it. He manages to hold off for an impressive breath or two before letting Molly drag him into orgasm, a guttural groan filling the room as he pins those hips and bucks hard, the slap of skin loud in Molly's room. Bowing forward, he digs his hands into the blankets and lets his weight swing with his hips, grinding into that incredibly perfect heat as the last spurts of come fill up Molly, fucked free by the cock rutting in hard so the backs of pretty stockings are slick with sweat and seed trickling down. ]
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I've had just about enough of your smart mouth, sweetheart.
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[ He protests, but he loves laughing in bed so much, especially when he can feel it like this. The pause is enough to start a whine of protest from him, but then he realizes what Fjord is doing and perks up.
Burns pleasure into the mate. Still doesn't know what that means, exactly, but the saleswoman had been amused. ]
Mmm... yes, let's try that, let's see how many times I can come on your cock.
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Tell me if you don't like it, I'm not sure what it'll do.
[ 'Burns' is a bit of a worrying choice of words but there's nothing gentler in Orcish and he suspects it doesn't mean literally. As he pushes in and hoists a leg around his waist (those stockings are so beautiful on Molly, he can't resist palming his way up to tangle his fingers in a taut garter) the heat on Molly's end grows, not enough to hurt but every drag and rub of Fjord's cock starts to feels hot for once, tiefling resistance be damned. Wherever the oil touches Fjord's skin it's like the searingly addictive drip of candle-wax on skin, only splitting him open.
Braced above, Fjord keeps an eye on him to make sure he doesn't miss a moment, personally just enjoying the tight, wet ride of fucking his mate. ]
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A few thrusts and he feels the difference, red eyes widening as he's heated, warm, tingling feelings spreading through his body. His mouth opens and doesn't close again, the sounds escaping him outright filthy. ]
Oh fuck, oh yes, gods, Fjord! It's good, fuck it's good, I love your cock, I love this, fuck!
[ He tosses an arm over his face, the other digging deep into the sheets as that heat just spread through his body, making every bit of him feel tingly and alive in such a strange but wonderful way. ]
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Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?
[ Despite Molly's desperate squirming Fjord holds him down at the waist so he can only be fucked to the half-orc's steady pace, the heat stirred up to a constant simmer as he moves. Kisses rain down on Molly's cheeks and he nuzzles a temple. His weight all but pins him down and the heavy weight of aching, full balls rubs up against that beautiful ass when he circles his hips, promising to fill him up.
Fjord's smile sharpens. A tusk nips those parted lips as he prowls above. ]
Said something about me breeding you once, if I recall.
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[ The heat increases a bit more until it seems to have reached its max, and Molly suspects between the mind-blowing feeling of Fjord moving inside him that this was probably not advisable to use on anyone other than orcs, half-orcs and tieflings.
(They're perfect for eachother.)
Molly is absolutely falling apart under his lover's touch, loving the way he's pinned and the slap of those balls promising to fill him so well. Fjord's dirty, promising words draw another loud whine from him, the very idea hurling him towards the easiest orgasm of his life - dick completely untouched. He yowls under the half-orc, clamping down around that perfect cock and desperately holding on tightly to those goddess-broadened shoulders. ]
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Fuck, fuck, fuck ... [ His cock twitches and he hisses, still solid with the desire Molly inspires. ] You're the perfect mate, Molls.
[ Slurring that against a prettily pec, covered in that damnable lace. ]
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Fjord's words make him feel all warm inside, smiling as the half-orc leans down over him. Reaching up to stroke his hair, Molly tries to catch his breath in that corset for a reply. ]
So are you.
[ 'Mate' is an interesting word, but definitely a turn-on. ]
I feel so good, baby... you're so good to me.
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[ Sagging into him with a hug, he notices the slightly laboured breathing and picks at the corset, easing out of Molly to drop to his side for a moment where they can both briefly recover. ]
Here, let me take that off you, you don't need it.
[ He would much rather Molly could breathe than fake a teeny waist, making a valiant attempt to get the restrictive clothing off with no idea how. The brassiere and panties (despite the latter being ruined) are more than enough of a kinky sight. ]
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(His dizziness gets better, but that was just part of the slight, gentle controlled breath kink.)
With Fjord beside him, he can stretch a bit more, feeling how empty he is, but also feeling so good at the same time. He runs his hands over his own body, coming to slide a nipple between his fingers under the brassiere, and then letting his other hand wander down to touch his cock. ]
Fuck, I can't believe I'm still hard, this is so good... these potions are amazing. Is this how you always feel?
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Like I'll die if I can't fuck you several times in a row? Yes.
[ His hand travels up to join the one around that pretty cock, stroking for the satisfaction of feeling how hard Molly is for him. ]
Can I have you from behind? [ Pecking kisses up a throat as if to beg permission, filthy words are politely murmured. ] I want to use my mouth on you. Please? I love it when you ride my tongue, baby.
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He's feels like a beautiful slut, a desperate little whore begging for cock and so very, very loved.
That lithe body of his is sensitive to every touch, so responsive to all of this, like the sex had never stopped and just keeps going on a steady, wonderful level. He drags his nails down that chest as Fjord strokes him, lighting that fire up more. Molly is so hard, so ready for him - and at those sweet and filthy requests the tiefling grins, all joy and desire. ]
Yes, gods, yes, I want that.
[ He immediately turns, excited enough that his tail flicks in long, whip-like s-shapes. ]
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You're so cute, honey.
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(...and how weird is that, considering he ran for the hills just a few days ago at the idea of commitment?)
He breaks into laughter at that the half-orc's words, wiggling his whole butt in those lovely hands. The kiss along the tail sends a rush through his spine and Molly groans wantonly, body stiffening a bit and his tail lifts to curl over his own back. Showing just how well-fucked he was already. ]
I'm adorable, never forget it.
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You feel so good, fuck, Molly — [ His breath hitches as he bottoms out. ] Sweetheart, oh.
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Gods, Fjord...
[ He rocks his hips back to feel that cock slide inside him, the oil still sparkling over his nerves a little bit despite the dilution of all that seed. Smiling, that lifted tail curls artfully over Fjord's back, getting a small 'grip'. (It's barely a hold.) ]
So good... you fit so perfectly, baby.
[ He might have said that a million times but it was so true. He's greedy and wanton, ruined, wet panties hanging off a leg, stockings torn and the bra crooked from touching his own chest earlier. Molly is an absolute mess and he's so happy at the same time. ]
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He definitely deserves to come all night long, the potion was a solid choice.
Fjord gives into his instincts and muffles a growl in the curve of a shoulder where his tusks rake for purchase, holding onto Molly as he grasps a thigh — claws laddering stockings to leave pink lines on the skin beneath — and drags him back with every thrust, driving into him with an unhurried hunger. It's where he should be, he thinks airily. Buried inside Molly. Surrounding him. Molly takes him so well that it draws out a guttural noise from the half-orc as he makes love to his mate in their messy bed, moving with him so that Molly feels a blunt crown rubbing up against his prostate on every other rut, not enough to make him come but to keep him stimulated as Fjord falls back on half-orc stamina.
Relentless Endurance. If he wasn't so focused on pleasuring the gorgeous creature beneath him he would laugh. ]
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He's not sure how it all came to this, how Fjord managed to rip down his defenses with record speed to have him fully trusting him, to feel the surge of affection and love that he had been frightened of. Things he had never even expected to ever have.
He had thought of Fjord as a distraction from his own selfish bitterness, and now this. Molly hasn't always been a nice person, a good person, but he tried. Fjord was a good person from the start, despite his own hangups and hidden depths. He was so much more and Molly is so in love. ]
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More, sweetheart?
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That slapping sound makes him groan at how wonderfully filthy it is, and Molly meets each of those thrusts hungrily. ]
More. [ The tiefling says, half begging and half demanding. He's greedy and wants all of it, the soft flow of pleasure and this harder, wonderful pace. ]
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It's not only physical lust, although that's there too (off the charts), he just adores Molly in a hundred different ways.
His grip slides from Molly's hair to cup his neck, giving a slight squeeze. Fjord nips at a straining tendon in a colourful neck, tusks grazing. ]
Love you.
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That tail has let go to instead spread out over his own back to allow the best of sights of that thick cock slamming into a stretched rim with the ruined panties still hanging off him a little bit.
He has never had sex this good; he has never trusted someone this much to let go and just sink into a haze of being absolutely perfectly fucked. Giving in fully.
Then Fjord snarls his love for him, voicing it and showing it at the same time. The grasp at his neck draws another wail from Molly and he cannot stop the litany of praise that falls out of his mouth. ]
Love you, baby, gods, you're so good, I can take it, take all of you, fuck. I'm gonna come again, please keep fucking me!
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[ Ruined and rich with decadence in the shredded lingerie, filthy and gorgeous as a stretched pink rim takes his cock with greedy eagerness, Molly's tight hole feels like it was made to ride Fjord like this. Each sharp groan that cuts off from the halforc says what he can't, high praise.
He can't resist reaching around to stroke that pretty cock trapped in lace, half-out of its elaborate cage when he slips his fingers past fancy fabric to jerk him off. Feeling Molly hard and wet in his hand is indescribably good for the soul, knowing Fjord did that and no other man gets the chance. No one else. ]
Say my name, baby. Wake the whole house up.
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He's a poster boy for hedonism and reveling in all of it, from being desired and wanted, to giving up control to Fjord and knowing nothing will go wrong as he does. Molly feels like the god he claimed to be, the rush of just being his best filthy self while so utterly adored taking his breath away.
Another of those amazing thrusts and the possessive, raunchy request from his boyfriend, he tips over and comes - Fjord's name shaking the rafters from his yowl of ecstasy. ]
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[ The hush of Fjord's voice over a shoulder fills in the cracked silence left after that wail, a switch flipped when he feels his lover coming around him and letting the world know about it. He manages to hold off for an impressive breath or two before letting Molly drag him into orgasm, a guttural groan filling the room as he pins those hips and bucks hard, the slap of skin loud in Molly's room. Bowing forward, he digs his hands into the blankets and lets his weight swing with his hips, grinding into that incredibly perfect heat as the last spurts of come fill up Molly, fucked free by the cock rutting in hard so the backs of pretty stockings are slick with sweat and seed trickling down. ]
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