[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ He replies with a laugh, amused and endeared by the smirk and the little bit of teasing. Molly loves messing with Fjord, but this was definitely the better way to deal with his stress right now. He can tease him tomorrow... maybe if he riled him up enough he'll get another good screwing.
That would remain to be seen. Right now Molly's too busy actually riding the previously self-titled cowboy, energy back again as the pleasure rises. He really feels good, all the fear and sadness wiped away to focus on the way Fjord thrusts up into him and strokes his cock at the same time. ]
You're so good, darling. Your dick is perfect, you're perfect, don't stop.
I'm not going to stop until you're crying out for it to end, Molly. [ His hands slide up the soft sides of a waist where muscle is scarce and Molly is vulnerable, holding fast as they fuck to their own rhythm, steady and deep, and he lets the ridges on his cock catch on a puffy purple rim to let Molly feel how he's being stretched over and over, Fjord sounding ragged behind him but firmly in control. ] On your front for me, I want to watch.
[ He could be gentle about it but his competitive spirit wins out; Fjord nips a shoulder and pushes Molly forward, a hand running up his back to help force him down. ]
[ How is this normally flustered and endearingly awkward man so damn good at dirty talk? Molly groans as his hips are grasped like that, the relishing in the feeling of that cock pushing into him over and over again. All those textures are driving him crazy again, rubbing against his prostate and catching at his rim, lighting up every nerve.
At the request Molly whines a yes and immediately moves. Fjord barely has to push him down before he's face down and ass up in the bed, wiggling his hips a bit as he grasps at the pillows. He must look ridiculous, Molly thinks with a shameless grin - but the half-orc should have known what he's getting in to. (It was Molly that was more and more surprised.) ]
Come on, darling, give it to me, I can take it, fuck me into the bed! You know you want to ruin me, Fjord. [ He gasps, in throes of pleasure and feeling like he's losing his mind. ]
Fjord, please, please, fill me up, I love when you come in me, breed me, gods.
[ Rubbing a hand over his face to try and banish the permanent blush there, he shakes his head as if he isn't half as affected as he damn well is, spreading the cheeks that surround his cock so he can get a good look at where Molly swallows him up. Even the bastard's ass is pretty; Fjord thinks he must be going mad from sex endorphins. ]
Breed you? I don't think you know what that means, love.
[ He wraps Molly's tail around his arm and strokes his way to the base, over the bumps where he grasps and, with the use of a hand on a hip, drags Molly back onto his cock with an insistent tug. Fjord lets his claws dig in as his vision tunnels to the gorgeous man spitted on his shaft, controlling each thrust by manhandling the teifling and taking Molly's control away, using him like he wants.
Fjord's voice little more than a growl. ]
If I was going to breed you, you'd have to stay in bed tomorrow. Don't fucking tempt me.
[ Oh shit. His stupid mouth got him in trouble again and it is the best trouble he's ever been in. Fjord spreads him open and Molly whines into the mattress at the thought of him seeing how the dark purple rim greedily takes him in, the mess from the earlier load mostly fucked out of him and just ruining the poor bed beyond saving. It's filthy and glorious at the same time.
The reaction to that word tells Molly he's found the button to hammer, but he doesn't have a chance to press it more and goad him on. Instead Fjord grabs his tail, pulling him onto his cock and properly using him. The tiefling screams in pleasure and the rest of his tail wraps all around a green arm, squeezing hard as he comes again. Each thrust milks more out of him, emptying him of every damn drop as the ecstacy draws shaky whines and pleading out of Molly that doesn't seem to be coherent anymore.
[ That tail is clearly Molly's button, startling Fjord who overestimated how much longer he could make him hold out. Delighting him too, crawling over Molly to brace on an arm beside him but never letting go of that tail, hauling him back onto hardness that never stops rubbing deep inside those hot walls, loving the way they flex around him as Molly spills.
He drags his tusks over a nape, murmuring praise as he fucks Molly through his second orgasm, holding him prisoner. Still, he adds in a note of concern and presses a kiss to a shoulder where he's sure he'll be heard. ]
Do you need a break? I'll still be hard at the end of it.
[ Fjord covers Molly from behind with his broad chest, stirring his cock in that tight hole. ]
[ Is the reply as Molly rides out the sparks of one of the best orgasms in his life, relishing the way Fjord keeps it alive for a while longer by not stopping those amazing thrusts. He's sweaty and messy and he feels so good, smiling as the half-orc leans over to kiss his shoulder and speak. ]
No, I can... I can keep going. I want you, Fjord.
[ He's wants all of the half-orc and he needs the other man to know that, tired hips pushing back and the ridges sliding over oversensitive nerves making him whine. It was on the edge of too much, but it's worth it. ]
Take your pleasure baby, you didn't fill me yet and I need you to.
[ Molly has Fjord growling loudly in the back of his throat with approval as the tiefling works himself open, so beautiful and willing beneath him. He kisses him hungrily and starts to move in abandon, scratches left on a tail as he uses it to anchor Molly in place and snap his hips harder, cursing in Orcish as he nears his end. He's so close, so damn desperate to come and Molly is so hot, alive and all Fjord's to fuck —
Breed me.
The room fills with his snarl as he pins Molly to the bed and pours out his second load, making a mess of that pretty ass and thighs as his thrusts work his seed out of Molly the more voracious he gets, groaning with each buck. He finally settles up behind him and wraps his arms around Molly in a hug, covering the scar on his chest with a hand that slides up on autopilot as hot half-orc breaths raggedly dampen a tattooed shoulderblade. That was ...
Well.
Fuck.
His cock twitches in the afterglow, buried to the hilt. ]
[ Hearing Fjord lose control with those growls and snarls once more is amazing, and the heat filling him makes his spent cock twitch even as exhausted as he is. It's such a wonderful feeling, being claimed from the inside and out, and each one of those strong bucks is met with trembling hips trying to keep up.
Fjord has left his marks everywhere, each nibble, each love bite, each bruise, those scratches on his tail. If the rest of the Nein had suddenly become deaf, they still would know who fucked him good.
Once the half-orc stills and wraps his arms around him, Molly is a lax, sated lump of clay, easily handled however Fjord desires. He's still speared on that cock and he never wants to leave, but the exhaustion is taking over and it is tipping over to just oversensitive as his brain starts to engage again. ]
[ He hides in the nape of curly hair that smells wonderfully like Molly, slowly returning to earth and feeling wholly embarrassed by his display when he absolutely hadn't intended to be so honest about how much he wanted him. His cheeks burn at the compliment. ]
Same goes for you.
[ Fjord runs a palm from waist to ass, easing out with a grunt. Still, he remains on top of him, hugging the tiefling in a bid to remain happily braindead a little longer. ]
You, uh. After this, do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? We kind of ... ruined yours.
[ A soft moan escapes Molly as Fjord pulls out, and he bites his lip a bit to quiet the slight breath of pain from the overstimulation. He can feel himself dripping with all that the half-orc gave to him, his hole well-stretched from that thick cock. It's messy but wonderful.
He can't see Fjord's burning cheeks like this, but Molly hears the slight awkwardness come back and it makes him chuckle. That was so sweet and silly, considering what they had just done. ]
Mmhm... that sounds good.
[ He's going to have to invest in a tarp if this happens again. ]
I think I can help put the feeling back into your legs.
[ The half-orc slides his considerable weight off, nudging Molly's thighs to spread as Fjord licks his way down a spine, around that abused tail as an apology, and sinks his tongue into a sticky hole to start cleaning up his own mess. He parts soft cheeks and uses his tusks to hold them open right over where he eats Molly out to a slow, lazy rhythm, not trying to inspire arousal as much as mellow out any left and ease sore muscles. ]
[ He spreads his legs automatically, giving a content hum as his tail is kissed sweetly. It comes to curve over his back, spade stroking his own cheek as it sways gently.
Then Fjord's tongue is at his hole and there's a deep, grateful sigh from Molly. If he wasn't so damn spent it would have gotten him worked up again, but right now it was just nice to feel pampered. The warm tongue eases some of the sore parts, calming him down while giving him a nice mental image of the half-orc tasting his own come and getting his jaw messy. ]
So good to me, Fjord...
[ He sighs happily, tail giving a light swish over his head. ]
I can't believe that you can be so sweet and embarrassed in one breath and eating my ass in the next! Moonweaver, that was the best sex I've ever had...
[ Previous winner was a dwarf lady who pegged him while he was tied up and balls deep in a lovely half-elf lass, but that wasn't even close to this - because this meant something. Fjord was a face he would see in the morning, who might want to do this again and cared about him so much that it makes Molly's heart ache. ]
[ Good for Molly, keeping that previous experience to himself, or he would have lost brownie points for tact. With him being a feckless cat and lounging as he's eaten out, he's rather cute however, so Fjord takes his time tidying up as much as he can before his beard starts to feel unpleasantly tacky.
A slap meets a pert cheek and he sits up, idly running his hands over the curve of that tempting butt. ]
It's a perfectly normal thing to do for someone, [ he's been asked to do it every single time with all two of his past lovers, ] I don't know why you're so weird about it.
[ Contrary to what you might believe, Molly's not that tactless. Besides, it's so far from his mind right now, being pampered nicely and Fjord taking his time with him.
The slap makes him laugh and he wiggles his but a bit, tail returning to wrap around what it can reach to feel that connection. Molly looks over his shoulder, horn digging into the mattress as he does, and gives Fjord a soft smile. ]
I'm not weird about it, darling. It isn't as common as you think.
[ Look who's naive now. He shakes his head at Molly, petting that lazy tail. ]
We need to get semi-decent so we can head over to my room, I don't think there's much point in sneaking around anymore, not after the way you were wailing.
[ Molly makes a more petulant than sexual whine, but then stretches lazily on the ruined bed, limber and flexible as he works the tired muscles. ]
There's a dressing gown in the closet. I'm not putting pants on after that.
[ Slipping his tail away, the tiefling turns over, smiling up at Fjord. He's a sight; hair messed up, sweat at his brow, plush lips slightly open and a look of a cat who got the cream. Which he technically did. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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(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. ]
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I want to stay the night. Want to fuck you in the morning too, you feel so fucking good ...
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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!? ]
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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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[ He replies with a laugh, amused and endeared by the smirk and the little bit of teasing. Molly loves messing with Fjord, but this was definitely the better way to deal with his stress right now. He can tease him tomorrow... maybe if he riled him up enough he'll get another good screwing.
That would remain to be seen. Right now Molly's too busy actually riding the previously self-titled cowboy, energy back again as the pleasure rises. He really feels good, all the fear and sadness wiped away to focus on the way Fjord thrusts up into him and strokes his cock at the same time. ]
You're so good, darling. Your dick is perfect, you're perfect, don't stop.
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I'm not going to stop until you're crying out for it to end, Molly. [ His hands slide up the soft sides of a waist where muscle is scarce and Molly is vulnerable, holding fast as they fuck to their own rhythm, steady and deep, and he lets the ridges on his cock catch on a puffy purple rim to let Molly feel how he's being stretched over and over, Fjord sounding ragged behind him but firmly in control. ] On your front for me, I want to watch.
[ He could be gentle about it but his competitive spirit wins out; Fjord nips a shoulder and pushes Molly forward, a hand running up his back to help force him down. ]
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At the request Molly whines a yes and immediately moves. Fjord barely has to push him down before he's face down and ass up in the bed, wiggling his hips a bit as he grasps at the pillows. He must look ridiculous, Molly thinks with a shameless grin - but the half-orc should have known what he's getting in to. (It was Molly that was more and more surprised.) ]
Come on, darling, give it to me, I can take it, fuck me into the bed! You know you want to ruin me, Fjord. [ He gasps, in throes of pleasure and feeling like he's losing his mind. ]
Fjord, please, please, fill me up, I love when you come in me, breed me, gods.
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Fucking hells.
[ Rubbing a hand over his face to try and banish the permanent blush there, he shakes his head as if he isn't half as affected as he damn well is, spreading the cheeks that surround his cock so he can get a good look at where Molly swallows him up. Even the bastard's ass is pretty; Fjord thinks he must be going mad from sex endorphins. ]
Breed you? I don't think you know what that means, love.
[ He wraps Molly's tail around his arm and strokes his way to the base, over the bumps where he grasps and, with the use of a hand on a hip, drags Molly back onto his cock with an insistent tug. Fjord lets his claws dig in as his vision tunnels to the gorgeous man spitted on his shaft, controlling each thrust by manhandling the teifling and taking Molly's control away, using him like he wants.
Fjord's voice little more than a growl. ]
If I was going to breed you, you'd have to stay in bed tomorrow. Don't fucking tempt me.
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The reaction to that word tells Molly he's found the button to hammer, but he doesn't have a chance to press it more and goad him on. Instead Fjord grabs his tail, pulling him onto his cock and properly using him. The tiefling screams in pleasure and the rest of his tail wraps all around a green arm, squeezing hard as he comes again. Each thrust milks more out of him, emptying him of every damn drop as the ecstacy draws shaky whines and pleading out of Molly that doesn't seem to be coherent anymore.
Congratulations, you fucked his brains out. ]
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He drags his tusks over a nape, murmuring praise as he fucks Molly through his second orgasm, holding him prisoner. Still, he adds in a note of concern and presses a kiss to a shoulder where he's sure he'll be heard. ]
Do you need a break? I'll still be hard at the end of it.
[ Fjord covers Molly from behind with his broad chest, stirring his cock in that tight hole. ]
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[ Is the reply as Molly rides out the sparks of one of the best orgasms in his life, relishing the way Fjord keeps it alive for a while longer by not stopping those amazing thrusts. He's sweaty and messy and he feels so good, smiling as the half-orc leans over to kiss his shoulder and speak. ]
No, I can... I can keep going. I want you, Fjord.
[ He's wants all of the half-orc and he needs the other man to know that, tired hips pushing back and the ridges sliding over oversensitive nerves making him whine. It was on the edge of too much, but it's worth it. ]
Take your pleasure baby, you didn't fill me yet and I need you to.
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[ Molly has Fjord growling loudly in the back of his throat with approval as the tiefling works himself open, so beautiful and willing beneath him. He kisses him hungrily and starts to move in abandon, scratches left on a tail as he uses it to anchor Molly in place and snap his hips harder, cursing in Orcish as he nears his end. He's so close, so damn desperate to come and Molly is so hot, alive and all Fjord's to fuck —
Breed me.
The room fills with his snarl as he pins Molly to the bed and pours out his second load, making a mess of that pretty ass and thighs as his thrusts work his seed out of Molly the more voracious he gets, groaning with each buck. He finally settles up behind him and wraps his arms around Molly in a hug, covering the scar on his chest with a hand that slides up on autopilot as hot half-orc breaths raggedly dampen a tattooed shoulderblade. That was ...
Well.
Fuck.
His cock twitches in the afterglow, buried to the hilt. ]
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Fjord has left his marks everywhere, each nibble, each love bite, each bruise, those scratches on his tail. If the rest of the Nein had suddenly become deaf, they still would know who fucked him good.
Once the half-orc stills and wraps his arms around him, Molly is a lax, sated lump of clay, easily handled however Fjord desires. He's still speared on that cock and he never wants to leave, but the exhaustion is taking over and it is tipping over to just oversensitive as his brain starts to engage again. ]
You are.... fuck, Fjord. You're so good.
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Same goes for you.
[ Fjord runs a palm from waist to ass, easing out with a grunt. Still, he remains on top of him, hugging the tiefling in a bid to remain happily braindead a little longer. ]
You, uh. After this, do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? We kind of ... ruined yours.
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He can't see Fjord's burning cheeks like this, but Molly hears the slight awkwardness come back and it makes him chuckle. That was so sweet and silly, considering what they had just done. ]
Mmhm... that sounds good.
[ He's going to have to invest in a tarp if this happens again. ]
I don't think my legs work, though.
[ Carry him, he's a princess! ]
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[ The half-orc slides his considerable weight off, nudging Molly's thighs to spread as Fjord licks his way down a spine, around that abused tail as an apology, and sinks his tongue into a sticky hole to start cleaning up his own mess. He parts soft cheeks and uses his tusks to hold them open right over where he eats Molly out to a slow, lazy rhythm, not trying to inspire arousal as much as mellow out any left and ease sore muscles. ]
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Then Fjord's tongue is at his hole and there's a deep, grateful sigh from Molly. If he wasn't so damn spent it would have gotten him worked up again, but right now it was just nice to feel pampered. The warm tongue eases some of the sore parts, calming him down while giving him a nice mental image of the half-orc tasting his own come and getting his jaw messy. ]
So good to me, Fjord...
[ He sighs happily, tail giving a light swish over his head. ]
I can't believe that you can be so sweet and embarrassed in one breath and eating my ass in the next! Moonweaver, that was the best sex I've ever had...
[ Previous winner was a dwarf lady who pegged him while he was tied up and balls deep in a lovely half-elf lass, but that wasn't even close to this - because this meant something. Fjord was a face he would see in the morning, who might want to do this again and cared about him so much that it makes Molly's heart ache. ]
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A slap meets a pert cheek and he sits up, idly running his hands over the curve of that tempting butt. ]
It's a perfectly normal thing to do for someone, [ he's been asked to do it every single time with all two of his past lovers, ] I don't know why you're so weird about it.
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The slap makes him laugh and he wiggles his but a bit, tail returning to wrap around what it can reach to feel that connection. Molly looks over his shoulder, horn digging into the mattress as he does, and gives Fjord a soft smile. ]
I'm not weird about it, darling. It isn't as common as you think.
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[ Look who's naive now. He shakes his head at Molly, petting that lazy tail. ]
We need to get semi-decent so we can head over to my room, I don't think there's much point in sneaking around anymore, not after the way you were wailing.
[ Fjord was silent the whole time. ]
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There's a dressing gown in the closet. I'm not putting pants on after that.
[ Slipping his tail away, the tiefling turns over, smiling up at Fjord. He's a sight; hair messed up, sweat at his brow, plush lips slightly open and a look of a cat who got the cream. Which he technically did. ]
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