devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ It feels so good to get Molly to shut up, Fjord will be bouncing around at breakfast in the best mood he's been in for weeks. Every detail is memorised: how Molly's cock differs from his own (pretty), the snag of that tail locking his arm in place ...

As he keeps applying pressure to the thin, soft skin underneath Molly's tail that has him yowling like a cat, Fjord uses his other hand to run up the seam of pert cheeks and find a cute hole, blushing as furiously as the rest of Molly when a green finger presses in to the first knuckle, forcing the tiefling open around its gradual thrust.

With his ass and tail being treated to special attention, Fjord murmurs over the bowed curve of a cock and interjects his words with silky-wet kisses from roaming lips. ]

The funny thing about being a Warlock and a Paladin is that you have to learn how to ... multitask. How am I doing, Molls?

[ If Molly can't be a brat, Fjord will gladly pick up the slack. ]

Oh, fuck you, you bastard... [ He hisses, but every word is hot and fully of want and hints of praise. ] How are you so good at this!?

[ Molly's a bit overwhelmed by this whirl of pleasure, but there's a focus point now as that finger slips into him. Its grounding him a bit as the rest of his body is assaulted by such wonderful sensations from different directions. He meets the digit with his hips, trying to force it deeper as he takes his hands from the poor sheet and buries them in Fjord's hair instead.

Few people went for the tail in any other way than to tug it at times or suck on the tip, but Fjord was systematically destroying him with how he plays with it, and all Molly can do is enjoy the ride.

Which he definitely does. It was just very unexpected to be the one that was speechless and begging. ]

Had to distract an evil, powerful pirate. She took a lot of work.

[ His mouth slips over the tip of that tapered cock to suck on the darkened crown as Fjord gives Molly more of his finger, starting to fuck him as deep as it can go to the same steady pace. To prove he's absolutely the bastard Molly thinks he is, he times one long swallow with a stroke over the bumps of that equally hot tail, all while Molly's tight ass is being worked open. ]

[ Right. That bitch. He wasn't fond of that part of the pirate story at all - not for any jealousy-related reasons, but because Fjord had been alone with a dangerous person and doing something he wasn't wholeheartedly in to.

This, though? He'd give her a salute as thanks if it wasn't for his fingers desperately grasping black hair.

It's like Fjord wants him to go mad like this, and he can't stop the sounds being dragged out of him from each thrust of that finger or that mouth around his cock. That deeper swallow is amazing, and when Fjord times it like that pleasure crests all through Mollymauk's body and it's a miracle he doesn't come. ]

Please!

[ It's the cry he was waiting for. Victory. ]

I've got you, it's okay. You're doing so well.

[ One finger turns into two, probing the same curve that sinks into heat like he's never known. He gives Molly a break from all the tail-play and leans up to kiss those desperate lips, letting him focus purely on being stretched. He's gorgeous normally, of course, but wanton like this is a whole other matter and Fjord is so hard it hurts. He sends a silent apology to his balls, determined not to rush and fuck his friend without proper care.

Reassurance melts into the kisses, edged with approving hums over the obscene sound of slick foreplay. ]

Next time you want to sit in the kitchen, in the dark, all alone, [ thick fingers curl, rubbing Molly insistently from the inside-out to get his attention, ] you come to me and I'll fuck the moodiness out of you. Got it?

[ Or hold him and cuddle until they fall asleep, but that's not relevant right now. ]

[ Yes, yes, yes, he wants those lips, he wants that finger, he wants all of it. He meets that kiss hungrily, grateful for the bit of reprieve from his tail when that second finger breaches him and joins the other. He's tight around those digits, but comfortably so since he likes riding his own in private moments.

Molly kisses Fjord hotly and a little ferociously with those fangs ready to nip and pull at a lower lip but trying to not break the skin. The half-orc is saying such sweet things and those red eyes pay full attention now, the playful teasing and the Mollymauk Tealeaf spiritual need to be an asshole tamed momentarily.

He doesn't know how often Molly's in that mood, though, and the tiefling doesn't want to know how long it takes for Fjord to turn him away if he allows himself to do as directed. The mix of being a depressed bastard and an insatiable slut is not something that he expect anyone to handle.

Tonight is different, though. Right now all his thoughts are on how good this feels and how good Fjord is to him. ]

Yes. [ He says, breathless. ] I got it.

[ The swell of emotion leaves him breathless during the hungry kisses they exchange and Fjord gets a little rougher, meeting the arch of hips with harder thrusts. He has to break the kiss to look down at him with more than a little adoration in the softness of his eyes, voice rough. ]

Can you take me now?

[ He rears back on his knees to ease his fingers free and replace them with the head of his cock, far thicker. He strokes himself to take the edge off and coat rigid green in oil, glancing back up at Molly; Fjord lets him feel the hot, blunt pressure, grasping a lavender thigh to ground himself. ]

[ That look in Fjord's eyes feels like a punch to his heart and Molly can't help the smile it draws from him; unusually genuine rather than the cocky smirks. Those words a like a balm to his soul as well, promising what he wanted since down in that kitchen. That thick cock opening him up, pushing inside and claiming him.

He nods ferociously, nails digging into whatever he can grab as he feels that head against him, slick and wonderful and perfect that makes him spreads his legs further to hungrily accommodate it all. ]

Pleasepleaseplease...

[ He needs it like he needs air, tail wrapping around one of Fjord's thighs as he tries to bear down and take him if the half-orc doesn't push into him quick enough. ]

[ Down on the Menagerie Coast tieflings were always considered more beautiful than most people, alluring and showy. That might have been part of the reason Fjord was initially wary of getting to know Molly, because once he did he wouldn't be just any old hornhead anymore, he would mean something and that would be so unfair on top of his good looks and charisma. But here they are, he thinks (while he can), with Fjord spreading the thighs on his lap as a tail cinches onto him like Molly might die if he leaves, sucking in a sharp breath as he lets some of his weight swing him into heat, so fucking hot, the oil easing the way just enough that Fjord doesn't stop until he bottoms-out. He brushes back Molly's hair with a faintly trembling hand when he does, sweat beading across his shoulders and nape from the sheer effort of giving him a moment to adjust to at least twice the girth of fingers provided. It feels like Fjord is filling up every inch of space he could, the fit a little snug around each ridge. ]

Molls ...

[ The sound me makes when filled is filthy. Fjord was so fucking thick, splitting him wide and yet fitting so perfectly. Each one of those bands and ridges of that blessed cock is pushing in just the right places, heavy balls leaning to the base of his tail. It's so good that he can't think, coherency wiped from his mind and nails digging in hard enough to scratch even tough half-orc hide.

Fuck, he can feel him so damn deep inside and he clenches around that length, barely able to with how wide he is stretched. Molly's pretty sure that if he sucks his stomach in he would see the bump of Fjord's dick in there.

His purple hair is matted and damp, tongue flicking out over his lips to catch the drool that's threatening to escape... and that wonderful man hasn't even moved yet. ]

Fuck me. I can take it, I want it, gods Fjord, ruin me!

[ A growl tears out of him when Molly begs like that and with the sting of claws digging into his skin he grasps those narrow hips, pinning him in place, to fuck him like he wants. Fjord has stood inside a damn volcano and it wasn't as hot as Molly clutching around his dick like a cock-starved tavern slut, taking it so well and desperate for more. ]

Fuck ... !

[ Each thrust forces that snug little hole wider and he groans throatily in relief, the sway of his hips driving his cock into heaven and making him sound less human than usual with those growls. ]

[ That growl has him quivering again, loving the way Fjord lets go of that polished self for a while to just embrace his heritage and fuck him hard. Maybe he is cock-starved after so long in the ground, but there's something so much more satisfying to be taken by someone he cares about rather than some random person he'd pick up.

He might feel like he doesn't know Fjord as well any more, but this is definitely helping to form a deeper connection with his friend. Lover?

Molly is noisy, because of course he is, Fjord's name chanted like a prayer together with yes and hissing, growling sounds that must be swearing or encouragement in infernal. He meets each thrust but pushing his hips down, tail tightening its hold like he wants to make sure that his hexadin doesn't stop. ]

[ Times like these he can imagine how it feels to be a full-blooded orc with a curse for violence and lust in his veins, losing himself to the pleasure of fucking Molly so hard that the bed creaks its own rhythm, unmistakeable if anyone overhears. It's impossible to care. He covers Molly and slides a hand down a scarred back to lift a thigh higher, shifting on his knees until he has him riding his dick at a deep grind, barely pulling out. Fjord runs a hand down between them to fondle that lovely purple cock and stroke it just a little too loosely in the ring of his sword-calloused fingers, sealing a searing, tender kiss laced with a snarl, a blend of Fjord's equal parts. ]

Mollymauk, sweetheart.

[ Some hindbrain instinct longs to fill him up with come and breed the pretty tiefling where he is, perfect ass ripe for ruining like Molly wants. ]

[ It's far too good for him to hold on like this, especially not when there's a hand on his cock and sweet words in his ear. It is impossible that the rest of the house didn't hear what they were doing, with the bed creaking and Molly's howl of pleasure. ]

I'm going to come! [ He gasps. ] Gods you're so good for me, so good, I love it. Fuck, Fjord, come with me, fill me up, give it to me!

[ He babbles, clawing at him and then arching off the bed as he comes hard, splattering almost searing hot cum between them with another cry of release that will to make people stare in the morning. Fjord's back is going to look like he was mauled by a moorbounder, too. ]

Edited 2020-04-19 01:24 (UTC)

[ Feeling it as it happens, he somehow bites back a snarl and bows his head as he stiffens from the waist up, fucking Molly through an orgasm that he joins halfway. Fjord pours his first load inside with a series of erratic thrusts, the sharp scratches down his back spurring him on in a blend of pleasure and pain that works only because it's Molly. He's never slept with someone he loves before and everything in him wants Molly to stay right where he is for as long as possible, fucked raw with thick half-orc come that dampens the blankets beneath them, mixed with what drips off Molly's belly from his own release. The tiefling's a mess, used and weak; but Fjord remains hard when he raises his head from Molly's shoulder, slit pupils as wide as dinner-plates.

There are barely twenty seconds of downtime before, without breaking eye-contact, he starts to move again, keen to push Molly's limits. Gods, Molly feels so good when he's covered in come, the slick slapping sound of Fjord bucking is remorseless. His balls rub up against the base of a tail, heavy as ever. ]

I bet you've got another in you, Molly. [ Noses nudge and Fjord circles his hips, seeking out an oversensitive prostate. ] Come on, baby ...

[ He forgot how much half-orcs come and it's glorious, filling him perfectly with so much that it doesn't even fit and flows out of his hole with each throb of that cock. He's a ragdoll on the bed afterwards, messy and fucked so good that he feels like he's floating. He looks up at Fjord under his lashes, wonderfully used and mesmerized by those gorgeous eyes.

Twenty seconds isn't long at all, and the smooth drag of Fjord's cock inside him, still hard and rubbing over his oversensitive prostate makes him keen. Fuck, he forgot this as well and it's a mix of bliss and torture. He can feel the come easing the way further, making the most lewd noises he's ever heard when his half-orc bucks.

Molly's barely had time to soften yet and part of him protests and the other part is so desperately turned on tha he can't think. He grabs hold on Fjord again, shaking but needy and stubborn. ]

I can do it. Fuck, Fjord. I can do it, take me.

[ It's when Molly clings to him that the lust gives way to a rush of genuine affection. He wraps his warms around him and whispers in an ear for Molly to roll over, wanting to have him in his lap so that Fjord can properly take care of him, as willing as Molly is to keep going. He deserves spoiling.

It's not the only position he wants to see him in tonight but it's the next easiest on his mental list. ]

[ Molly chuckles at the request and does his best to turn over like Fjord wants, and with some help it's doable despite his wrecked state. The tiefling nuzzles the side of Fjord's face as soon as he's comfortable, chin against the beard and leaning back against his chest. His horns just fit, like he was made to slot in this nicely against Fjord.

That amazing cock sinks further in again after he's wiggled and turned and taken his seat right back down on it like a champion, even if his legs still a little wobbly. Molly's still half-limp, head leaning back a bit but a smile on his lips that could light up the whole room. There were so many good feelings right now and not all of them were post-coital hormones flooding his brain. ]

You're perfect, Fjord. Gods, it feels so good.

[ The standard refractory period for tieflings is mostly unknown to Molly, but he's gone all night before and this way he could probably be coaxed into another of those loud orgasms. He's still a bit oversensitive, but there's something so sweet about the little pain with his pleasure. ]

[ There's laughter and grumbling as they resettle, Fjord rubbing his beard against that nuzzling chin with an affection he wouldn't know how to show around their friends. In here it's easy, planting playful smooches down Molly's cheek and neck, one for each peacock feather, tusks grazing the tattoo without so much as scratching. He wouldn't do that, wouldn't hurt Molly in bed (as much as they might drive each other up the wall in the light if day), and he hopes he knows it. Fjord's arms wrap around him in more of a cuddle than intended, the lazy pump of his cock into slick heat like the pull of the tide, always returning for Molly to rely on, and it's certainly erotic but it also stirs his protectiveness to the fore in murmurs against decorated skin. ]

Feels like this because it's you.

[ His palm slides up to cover the main scar, holding Molly securely where he's sat at a slump, Fjord all warmth and bulk behind. ]

[ Oh. Oh. This was a lot more caring and loving than he had expected, even playful in the way Fjord chases kisses at his tattoos and the way he can sense those tusks rub against him. It was gentle, making promises that will be hard to keep around someone who bled to live.

The glide of that cock inside of him keeps his pleasure simmering under his skin perfectly, and when Fjord holds him like that it is hard to stop his heart from wanting things that would eventually hurt both of them.

One large, warm hand comes to rest over that frightful scar in the middle of his chest, gnarled thanks to Lorenzo's glaive twist and still a little red rather than the fine lines of silver everywhere else. The touch is so meaningful and something cracks inside Mollymauk. His lashes get a bit wet and he has to close his eyes to not show it.

There was so much kindness in this man, from all he had said when they had argued, to fucking him silly and now taking him apart both sexually and emotionally at the same time. The fact that he had called him a stranger earlier feels like ash in his mouth, bitter like apologies he should make. ]

Please...

[ He's not even sure what he's begging for this time. ]

[ Fjord will give him anything he wants if Molly asks for it and if he can't, words halting in that needy Please, he can do his best to give him everything instead. ]

You're here with me, you're okay now.

[ Kisses press to Molly's cheek as a green hand skims down the lithe line of the tiefling's body to encircle his cock, stroking him in counterpoint to every thrust so that Molly can feel what Fjord is, or as much as his oil-sticky hand can manage. He twists his fist in a corkscrew over the slender tip, working Molly over from inside and out, his breath hot on a jaw. ]

You're right where you should be, sweetheart.

[ They're not fucking any more, Molly realizes with a gasp. They're making love. For a person so eager for new experiences, this was not one he's had before. Sure, he's had a lot of sweet, gentle sex, but not like this. Not when it means something far deeper than he's sure he can handle.

(He should be afraid, but finds that he isn't.)

The touch to his now fully hardened dick sends a new shiver through his body, held by Fjord both inside and out. He's told such sweet things that makes his chest ache with emotions and for now Molly gives in and accepts that he is right where he should be. Joined with the half-orc and not just because he's grinding down on the cock inside him. ]

[ The night has really taken a surreal turn since he wandered downstairs and trod on an unsuspecting tail. It never seemed like a possibility that he could have Molly even when he was alive, then he died and that was that ... for a while, anyway. Long enough for Fjord to remember how many regrets he really had. He was useless in the past when it came to helping Molly so he tries to make up for it now by making him feel as alive as possible, with Fjord paying close attention to which angle gets the loudest noises out of his friend and using the hand over that scar to hold him there for each consecutive thrust. Molly rides those half-orc contours so well that Fjord is almost jealous wondering if he's ever had another before, rutting up roughly as he growls into a shoulder. ]

I want to stay the night. Want to fuck you in the morning too, you feel so fucking good ...

[ It's been a strange night indeed, but it's helping in so many ways right now. Being thoroughly fucked is a great way to deal with problems for a while, but this is far more than that. Fjord has taken him apart completely and is forcing him to feel things and it's all rather overwhelming.

It makes Molly laugh slightly against a bearded cheek as the half-orc speaks, a hand coming to stroke over his ear and down his neck while the other rests over the hand on his scar. ]

You're staying. Fuck, you're staying, I don't kick people out and you're... gods, you're so good, Fjord.

[ Mollymauk Tealeaf has taken quite a few different kinds of dicks in his short life, but it's nothing but helpful in the way he can handle Fjord's cock now, tight but not painfully spread around that girth, moving his hips as he greedily tires to get more friction. He loves the texture of it, the way it feels inside and just how much he can be filled when his friend comes, and no other romp had ever been this good - so Fjord doesn't need to feel like he's competing with someone Molly's already forgotten about.

Maybe having deeper feelings really made sex better!? ]

[ Tilted into Molly's embrace, he feels his heart grow five sizes and it's suddenly necessary to kiss him properly as he turns his head, licking his way into heat with a hunger echoed in the snap of his hips, hand sliding from a purple cock to a hip, steadying Molly in place for Fjord to fuck up into. The bed sounds like it's protesting every moment but that just makes him more smug. ]

Feeling better now, baby?

[ He's sweet like Molly was earlier, the tease laced with love but served up with a smirk all the same. ]

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