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. ]
[ Fjord slides into him so easily after all the fucking, his body accepting him inside hungrily as that perfect cock finally takes away the emptiness. Molly's immediately calling out Fjord's name again as his lover bottoms out and starts fucking him, grabbed and bit and feeling amazing in one. It's rough and it's hard and he just knows he'll be enjoying these bruises later. The bite to his throat to hold him still while bred is definitely going to show later as well, and it makes his cries of praise even louder.
He might have been a dumbass, but it's definitely worth it as Molly grabs at green shoulders, glad he cut his claws enough to not tear Fjord open but still leaving pinkish lines all over his back. Staking his claim in return. ]
Fuck, baby, I'm going to come again, how is this happening!?
[ Damn drow sex shops, he wants to tip them and asks for warning labels in one. ]
Edited (don't you love it when you reread like a half day later and go 'wait I forgot like six words') 2020-06-21 22:29 (UTC)
[ Fjord's got no idea, riding the high of a drugging potion that makes him chase Molly's orgasm instead of his own with every thrust, working the tiefling over so that he takes care of him first and foremost. His own pleasure usually follows Molly's anyway but this feels more important, like if he can't satisfy his mate then he doesn't deserve to come either.
A soft kiss gently skims Molly's cheek in contrast to the rough fuck, followed by a breathy, demanding, ] Come for me, sweetheart.
[ It's such a difference, that kiss and the way he's slamming so hard into him, wild and wanton like all that matters in the world is to fuck him. That sweet little demand makes Molly hiss as his back arches and he clenches down around Fjord, coming hard again even if there's nothing more in him but a bit of a dribble and the rocking of hips. ]
Oh fuck, gods... Fjord, I love it, I love you!
[ His red eyes look up at his lover, hands coming to run through that salt-and-pepper hair. Molly feels like he's about to lose his mind, but he wants to see Fjord finish again as well. ]
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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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He might have been a dumbass, but it's definitely worth it as Molly grabs at green shoulders, glad he cut his claws enough to not tear Fjord open but still leaving pinkish lines all over his back. Staking his claim in return. ]
Fuck, baby, I'm going to come again, how is this happening!?
[ Damn drow sex shops, he wants to tip them and asks for warning labels in one. ]
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A soft kiss gently skims Molly's cheek in contrast to the rough fuck, followed by a breathy, demanding, ] Come for me, sweetheart.
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Oh fuck, gods... Fjord, I love it, I love you!
[ His red eyes look up at his lover, hands coming to run through that salt-and-pepper hair. Molly feels like he's about to lose his mind, but he wants to see Fjord finish again as well. ]