[ 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. ]
[ He almost sobs with gratification as he feels Fjord filling him again; he adores the feeling of the pulses and twitches from that gorgeous cock as he's filled with seed, and the way it is pulled out of him with those last erratic thrusts, making him feel absolutely dirty and amazing as it ruins the sheets and the remnants of his pretty clothing.
...what he did not expect, however, was for that feeling to somehow pull him into yet another orgasm. His red eyes open wide with surprise and the almost painful rush of pleasure - there's nothing left to give but damn if his body isn't trying. Molly's pretty sure this potion would kill someone in less shape than he was, and there's a mildly hysterical laugh as he turns boneless in the bed.
[ Molly's extra orgasm doesn't go unnoticed as Fjord winds down in the afterglow, keeping the thrusts deep enough to satisfying that fluttering hole as the tiefling shudders all over again. The dry orgasm is lovely, immediately making Fjord glance at the vial containing that potion.
He eases out of that overworked ass and nuzzles up behind Molly, sliding an arm around his middle in a hug. Soft kisses meet a shoulder, dropping like soothing rain on overheated skin. ]
You alright?
[ When he regains his breath, he reaches for the vial and turns it over to re-read the label, fascinated. Molly is a hot radiator beneath him, comfortingly soft and pliant. ]
[ A very eloquent answer from the tiefling puddle, but he's smiling as those kisses rain down on his skin. He turns a bit to fix his neck and horns, and then he's just leaning to Fjord like it's too much to even do that.
The label of the multiple orgasm potion is in undercommon, but the one in orcish promises to 'drive the mate mad with desire' and is apparently also very good lube in general... which makes sense if full orcs want to (nicely) have sex with other races.
Molly has a droopy-eyed look on his face, still smiling as he watches Fjord with wonder and affection. ]
[ Exhausted as he is, he buries his laughter against a cosy neck and rolls off him to admire the mess he's made of one very fucked-out tiefling. Fjord runs a hand down the dip in a back to squeeze that glistening ass, filthy with his own come. ]
Worked it all out your system, have you? [ He slides in closer to peck those sleepy lips, slipping his fingers down to a soft entrance where they circle the rim. ] Or would you like a little more?
[ The moan that escapes Molly is decadence and sin incarnate, and he reaches down to touch himself as Fjord plays with his sloppy rim and drives quivers through his body. ]
Oh, Moonweaver... I'm still hard.
[ He's easily played like a fine-tuned instrument to every touch of the half-orc's, and he almost instinctively pushes back against those fingers to slide them inside him. Molly feels utterly cavernously empty right now without Fjord in him, but those fingers ease the hunger in his exhausted body. ]
[ He sinks those fingers inside with so little resistance after his cock that it's ... extremely arousing, his own spent cock (for once the first to tag out) giving a sympathetic twitch. It's easy enough to manoeuvre so he has Molly draped on top of him, that persistently stiff erection pressed up against Fjord's abs to rub against fine black hair. ]
How many times, uh ... ?
[ Not that he's complaining, fucking him to the knuckle each time. ]
[ Molly is still mostly boneless, but his hips still move slightly to meet those fingers like he just can't resist, face blooming with slack-jawed pleasure every time those fingers rub against his prostate and makes him leak slightly against those lovely abs. ]
I don't... mmm... I don't know. I can't read undercommon and she didn't say...
[ He nuzzles into the crook of Fjord's neck, horns framing him slightly as his soft moans mix with slight whines. ]
[ Fondly exasperated, he keeps Molly full with the fingers of one hand as he seeks out that vial, bringing it up for a closer look. Can't read it, which he expected. Fuck. Molly's a moaning, grinding mess above and who knows for how much longer, Fjord can't ignore him. He wouldn't want to, Molly looks so lovely whining with his hair tangled around his horns like that.
He pops the cork free, resigning himself to whatever the potion does to his physiology; he's suspiciously certain that it's not made for half-orcs or anyone else with fairly decent stamina, but ...
But Molly. He's so needy. ]
I'll make it feel even better, Molly. Hold on.
[ He takes a swig and stuffs the cork back in, dropping the vial aside as he licks the weirdly viscous taste off his lips, heat and magic infusing him. Fjord grits his teeth and gasps as a wave of want burns through his blood, cock starting to harden without trouble as the potion works its stuff. ]
[ Molly watches Fjord take a swig and those pretty eyes widen in shock... for a moment. Then he groans softly, rubbing against that hardening cock with laugh. ]
God, we're going to die...
[ He says, but he sounds so needy at the same time. It was like he was in fucking heat or something, not sure if it was the lube or the potion. He just madly needed Fjord in any way, be it fingers or cock or mouth, stuffed full like the most precious slut in the would, loved so deeply that the half-orc is honestly risking another damn hernia just to fuck him silly all night.
[ Fjord would agree if he didn't have his eyes screwed shut and claws digging into Molly's ass and thighs, a guttural noise roughly exiting his throat as he tips his head back and arches into Molly. Each gasp echoes the potion flooding him with its effect and when he gives the tiefling a sudden shove to roll them around, crowding him into the blankets, it's with a snarl that bares his tusks.
He opens his eyes — both red now with the orcish lust half-orcs rarely experience except in battle — and looks down at Molly through a haze. Fjord brings a trembling hand up to gently caress Molly's cheek, his heaving chest panting as he catches his breath while intoxicated, and the snarl softens to a rumble. ]
I'd do ... anything ... for you. You're mine. My mate. [ And then, gruffly, ] Open your legs.
[ In-between the need flooding his body and the surprise of being turned around, Molly whines again, grabbing on to whatever he can to half-rut against that body with his eyes glazed and wanton. Molly does not expect Fjord to look so unhinged in return, and it immediately sends a thrill through his body and to his still hard cock. They're going to regret this later, waking up with bruises and so fucked-out that they can't move.
That's future Molly's problem, though.
That reddish haze in those eyes would be frightening to some, but Molly's not scared of Fjord; he never could be - and he's more than willing to enable that orcish side of him right now. It's gentle and demanding in one, a sweet touch to his cheek and a command to open his legs that is immediately followed, spread open for him to return where he belonged. ]
Yes, baby. I'm yours, your mate, whatever you want.
[ The possessiveness is so hot in the bedroom like this, and he feels so fucking adored under the snarls of passion. ]
[ Ankles are snatched and Molly is dragged closer as Fjord prowls above, right onto Fjord's lap where a fat cockhead splits the tiefling open and each ridged inch rubs him raw with friction, slick from before but now without patience after getting the go-ahead. The potion induces an effect like his usual arousal but heightens his orc-side to a degree it usually never rises to, meaning Molly is in for a rough, hard fuck, kisses raking tusks over a nipple and higher, latching onto the curve of his neck as Fjord holds him down with a fiercely possessive bite.
He doesn't draw blood but there will be bruises and scratches tomorrow, not only on Molly's throat but all down his thighs as Fjord grasps at them roughly, pawing the enticingly beautiful ass of his lover who takes him so well. The bed smacks the wall, paid no attention in between snarls and sweet words ( Mine, I love you, you're so fucking good ) as he mates with him, and he lets instinct take over. ]
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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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...what he did not expect, however, was for that feeling to somehow pull him into yet another orgasm. His red eyes open wide with surprise and the almost painful rush of pleasure - there's nothing left to give but damn if his body isn't trying. Molly's pretty sure this potion would kill someone in less shape than he was, and there's a mildly hysterical laugh as he turns boneless in the bed.
He's just gonna be a ragoll for a while. ]
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He eases out of that overworked ass and nuzzles up behind Molly, sliding an arm around his middle in a hug. Soft kisses meet a shoulder, dropping like soothing rain on overheated skin. ]
You alright?
[ When he regains his breath, he reaches for the vial and turns it over to re-read the label, fascinated. Molly is a hot radiator beneath him, comfortingly soft and pliant. ]
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[ A very eloquent answer from the tiefling puddle, but he's smiling as those kisses rain down on his skin. He turns a bit to fix his neck and horns, and then he's just leaning to Fjord like it's too much to even do that.
The label of the multiple orgasm potion is in undercommon, but the one in orcish promises to 'drive the mate mad with desire' and is apparently also very good lube in general... which makes sense if full orcs want to (nicely) have sex with other races.
Molly has a droopy-eyed look on his face, still smiling as he watches Fjord with wonder and affection. ]
Defin... definitely for special occasions.
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Worked it all out your system, have you? [ He slides in closer to peck those sleepy lips, slipping his fingers down to a soft entrance where they circle the rim. ] Or would you like a little more?
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Oh, Moonweaver... I'm still hard.
[ He's easily played like a fine-tuned instrument to every touch of the half-orc's, and he almost instinctively pushes back against those fingers to slide them inside him. Molly feels utterly cavernously empty right now without Fjord in him, but those fingers ease the hunger in his exhausted body. ]
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[ He sinks those fingers inside with so little resistance after his cock that it's ... extremely arousing, his own spent cock (for once the first to tag out) giving a sympathetic twitch. It's easy enough to manoeuvre so he has Molly draped on top of him, that persistently stiff erection pressed up against Fjord's abs to rub against fine black hair. ]
How many times, uh ... ?
[ Not that he's complaining, fucking him to the knuckle each time. ]
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[ Molly is still mostly boneless, but his hips still move slightly to meet those fingers like he just can't resist, face blooming with slack-jawed pleasure every time those fingers rub against his prostate and makes him leak slightly against those lovely abs. ]
I don't... mmm... I don't know. I can't read undercommon and she didn't say...
[ He nuzzles into the crook of Fjord's neck, horns framing him slightly as his soft moans mix with slight whines. ]
I love you, fuck... it feels so good.
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[ Fondly exasperated, he keeps Molly full with the fingers of one hand as he seeks out that vial, bringing it up for a closer look. Can't read it, which he expected. Fuck. Molly's a moaning, grinding mess above and who knows for how much longer, Fjord can't ignore him. He wouldn't want to, Molly looks so lovely whining with his hair tangled around his horns like that.
He pops the cork free, resigning himself to whatever the potion does to his physiology; he's suspiciously certain that it's not made for half-orcs or anyone else with fairly decent stamina, but ...
But Molly. He's so needy. ]
I'll make it feel even better, Molly. Hold on.
[ He takes a swig and stuffs the cork back in, dropping the vial aside as he licks the weirdly viscous taste off his lips, heat and magic infusing him. Fjord grits his teeth and gasps as a wave of want burns through his blood, cock starting to harden without trouble as the potion works its stuff. ]
Fffffuck.
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God, we're going to die...
[ He says, but he sounds so needy at the same time. It was like he was in fucking heat or something, not sure if it was the lube or the potion. He just madly needed Fjord in any way, be it fingers or cock or mouth, stuffed full like the most precious slut in the would, loved so deeply that the half-orc is honestly risking another damn hernia just to fuck him silly all night.
Their friends are going to need ear plugs.]
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He opens his eyes — both red now with the orcish lust half-orcs rarely experience except in battle — and looks down at Molly through a haze. Fjord brings a trembling hand up to gently caress Molly's cheek, his heaving chest panting as he catches his breath while intoxicated, and the snarl softens to a rumble. ]
I'd do ... anything ... for you. You're mine. My mate. [ And then, gruffly, ] Open your legs.
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That's future Molly's problem, though.
That reddish haze in those eyes would be frightening to some, but Molly's not scared of Fjord; he never could be - and he's more than willing to enable that orcish side of him right now. It's gentle and demanding in one, a sweet touch to his cheek and a command to open his legs that is immediately followed, spread open for him to return where he belonged. ]
Yes, baby. I'm yours, your mate, whatever you want.
[ The possessiveness is so hot in the bedroom like this, and he feels so fucking adored under the snarls of passion. ]
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He doesn't draw blood but there will be bruises and scratches tomorrow, not only on Molly's throat but all down his thighs as Fjord grasps at them roughly, pawing the enticingly beautiful ass of his lover who takes him so well. The bed smacks the wall, paid no attention in between snarls and sweet words ( Mine, I love you, you're so fucking good ) as he mates with him, and he lets instinct take over. ]
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