[ 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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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. ]