[ Molly's happily pushed back, immediately doing as asked as he's lifted. No point being a tease anymore, after all - Fjord had suffered enough.
Leggings pulled down reveals just how slick he is, and he wiggles his hips a bit as his hands are too busy holding on to help guide that hard cock inside him. ]
[ Molly gets no verbal response beyond a deep growl as he's lifted against the wall, leggings yanked down enough to expose him to the thick cockhead that rubs up against the slickness that's been haunting Fjord in the damn war room. He leans in to hold eye-contact as he pushes in, lashes fluttering with each squeeze around his shaft until he's balls-deep, grinding ridges into soft walls to punish Molly for making them both wait.
Maybe to punish them both.
He keeps his breathing as even as possible while laboured, returning his grip to a thigh once he's securely buried in his boyfriend's soaked cunt. ]
[ This? This was perfection. Lifted against a wall and having a lover so frustrated and horny he can't even talk? It's fucking exquisite.
(Pun intended.)
Red eyes look into those golden cat-slits as that wonderful cock slides inside, stretching his cunt open bit by bit until it's taken to the root. Molly's so hot inside, silken walls clenching around those ridges and drawing a mewl of pleasure out of the tiefling to be filled completely.
Fuck, he almost didn't realize how horny he was, too. Even after coming once, he's a greedy bastard. ]
Yes, that's it, baby. All the way in, you got me.
[ Fingernails dig in a bit into those broad shoulders and Molly smiles brightly, head leaning back against the wall. ]
[ Tiefling claws dig into leather armour, the only exposed parts of Fjord currently inside Molly or bearing down on him for a kiss, barely mindful of his tusks and Molly's fangs. Upstairs he might have drawn it out but down here, with less than an hour before they have to be decent and ready to leave, he concentrates on fucking him roughly against the wall and enjoying nothing so much as the heat of Molly's body stroking his own as the rest of the world falls away.
He knows which angle sends Molly wild so he drags him into it, parting the kiss to watch his expression when Fjord finds and fully abuses it. Molly wanted to dance on Fjord's lap in front of their friends, he deserves to be shown exactly why that was a terrible idea. ]
[ There's something really hot about Fjord being nearly fully clothed right now - plus it's easier to hang on to that armor rather than green skin. The wet slap of that cock against him is a clear winner in the raw dirtiness of hot, though. He feels like he's made to take it, yielding and tight in one.
Molly's smiling happily as Fjord watches, eyes giving a light glow of darkvision, mouth slightly open and his expression somewhere between joy and pleasure. That angle is changed and makes a perfect thing even more perfect, and he clings even harder to his boyfriend. It feels so good that Molly doesn't care how loud he is, breaths and moans and 'yes' filling the tower. ]
[ The capacity to slow down isn't currently within his grasp, driving Molly hard until the rush of orgasm and thrill of fucking his mate fills up Molly with hot waves of come from a twitching cock. Fjord grits his teeth and tips his head back as he spills, a snarl on his lips but not of relief. It's not enough, not after forcing himself to hold back, and his slowed pace is only a result of his aching arms (strength check fail!!) as he finally stills, using the wall for leverage when he eases out. ]
Fuck. [ He's still hard as he reaches for Molly's hands, tugging him forward. ] Ride me on the floor, I want to see you taking it.
[ Gods, how he loves the way Fjord comes. Gritting his teeth like that, filling him with all that seed? It very nearly makes him come as well. Molly's not quite prepared for the change in gravity, though, and as he slides down he supposes it's a blessing none of them fell at all.
The request is eagerly met by a grinning tiefling moving forward into Fjord's lap, tail flicking happily as he's placing a kiss on those sweet lips. His own wetness and all the come makes it a wonderful slippery mix that slides that cock in with almost no effort at all.
Grinning, Molly starts moving, thighs lifting him a bit and then pushing down again so that his boyfriend's perfect cock can go in as deeply as it possible. Not needing to be as discrete as he was planning on earlier, he greedily starts bouncing on that lap. ]
[ With Molly practically naked save for his shoved-low leggings and Fjord nearly entirely dressed, he drags him in to see the rare sight of lavender breasts pressed up against his armour as Molly moves, ass squeezed and back petted as he bounces on Fjord's length, expertly taking him. He's so fucking wet, the come adds to that slick and makes him a dream as he stains leather breeches, so lovely that he gets his clit rubbed by two devoted fingertips as Fjord drinks in the whole experience of having him for a lover, wanting to spoil him. ]
You're dripping, baby, so tight. [ Growling low into a kiss, he bares his teeth in a smile. ] You can come as many times as you want until our hour's up, but you're going to warm my cock until we have to go. Understand, Molly?
[ Molly's so happy riding dick, smiling each time he sinks down on it and making such sweet, pleased sounds. The addition of fingers to his clit and the tiefling's in heaven, joy on every feature as Fjord's other hand squeezes his ass like that. ]
Been wet since we were disturbed... [ He says with a soft moan, grinding down on Fjord. ] Always gonna want to be on your cock, fuck, always g-
[ The next orgasm floods him again and he cries out, tightening around Fjord as heat rushes through him once more. His hips slow for just a moment to let himself enjoy it, the pressure turning to relief in a sparking set of pleasure.
Once he comes through the fingers on his clit are stilled for a moment with a gentle hand, but Molly looks deeply into Fjord eyes and starts riding again. ]
I understand, love. [ He says with a coy smile. ] Gonna keep you in me until we have to leave. Right where you should be.
[ Who is there out in the world better suited to him than Molly? Fjord surges up to kiss him, slowing the pace just enough that he can taste him and bask in the way it feels to make love, sighing into a soft mouth. His gaze is so blown black by dilated pupils that he looks drugged and maybe he is, drunk on Molly's body as he's worked over. ]
You're so good to me, I love — that about you ...
[ Kneading at soft love-handles or what passes for them on that slim frame. ]
[ He's such a gorgeous man, this boyfriend of his. Handsome and sexy, of course, but also so pretty - in the way those eyes waxes and wanes when they have sex, and the softness he speaks with like this. Drunk on their bodies and emotions in one, sharing a kiss that's both sweet and hot. ]
Mmm... love that about you too.
[ Molly whispers, not sure if he should be relieved or sad that it was changed in the middle of the sentence.
For now, though, he's happy to ignore it and instead focus on the way the half-orc grabs at him, kneading thicker hips and over the slight curves of that gymnast body. His nipples gliding on that armor isn't something he thought he'd enjoy, but the old leather is a strange mix of textures that just add to everything. ]
Fuck, you fill me up so good. Those ridges!
[ He half-laughs, half-moans, rolling his hips to tease both of them a bit. ]
[ He notices how Molly is arching into his armour and palms at a breast, calloused fingertips and a soft suede glove running over that impossible soft skin and tracing scars. Fjord grins and drops back, getting his boots fixed firmly on the stone floor to brace the way he bucks without warning; he slides his hands down to a pair of hips to stop Molly being toppled forwards. He keeps it interesting for him, not letting him get too comfortable before the harder pace sets in again, the ridges along his dick forcing Molly to take their extra width each time he hastily sinks down. ]
[ Body-warmed suede is an even nicer feeling than leather armor on those impossibly soft breasts, the tracing of scars taking his breath away.
(Molly should have known what was about to happen when he saw that grin.)
He's happy for those hands steadying him, because he's definitely not an equestrian and this stallion is bucking! There's a small laugh, but now Fjord has leverage to thrust up and the laughter is cut off into a cry as those ridges spread his cunt wide open around them. Fuck, he loves half-orc dick, he's not ashamed to say it. The tips of those ridges press just right, swollen clit rubbing against the top if he leans to kiss this wonderful man. ]
[ It becomes a game with himself between trying to buck Molly off (almost) and keep him securely fastened by the grasp on his hips, never going too fast or wild but neither making it easy for Molly to chase the rhythm. Fjord teases him with deep grinds only to buck him a few inches, sudden and breath-taking, just to see how Molly will retaliate.
[ Molly laughs as they 'fight' about the rhythm, holding on more with his strong thighs and grasping that leather armor to get some more leverage. Grinning down at his lover, he tightens his cunt around him to try to force that dick where he wants it, riding him harder and completely shamelessly.
Leaning forward, he also 'attacks' with kisses and bites, nipping pretty green skin so that everyone will see the hickeys on his neck. ]
Such a naughty steed, baby. Messing with me while I'm stuffed full of your cock and dripping of your come like this. [ He gasps and changes the angle the bit. ] Fuck, those ridges.
[ Molly wants to feel those ridges so Fjord sits back up, keeping one hand planted behind him on the cold stone, and uses the other to hook around the tiefling's waist, dragging him in to feel the deep grind. At the base of Fjord's cock he makes sure to press in close so Molly's clit is firmly rubbed on each thrust, slow and careful.
His grin meets those babbling, pretty lips, breathing a little shaky from that tight friction milking his dick. ]
Still so chatty? I'll have to work on shutting you up.
[ Fjord sits up and things change again - the way he's dragged in to feel how deep the half-orc can get has him mewling and tightening his grip on that armor. It's so good, Molly's pretty red eyes half-lidded and lashes fluttering each time he bottoms out, a wet, dirty sound accompanying the last thickness of the cock swallowed up into his cunt with each grind.
Over and over again until it feels like there's nothing else in the world. No Essek, no mission, nobody to fight. Just he and Fjord, fucking like desperate men on the floor of a tower.
A few more grinds in and it almost hurts how sensitive his clit is, leaning on that edge of coming again and body already trembling. ]
Mmm... baby... baby please, so close.
[ He needs just a little more to tip over again, not sure how many orgasms his boyfriend is going to drag out of him during this hour. ]
[ Thinking he's got a handle on his stamina is such a mistake when Molly is cooing filth into their kisses and he feels the tug of arousal tighten in his balls with the need to come again. He absolutely refuses, or tries to with a snarl as he ducks down to bite Molly's scarred throat, sucking hard to match the way they move. It's brutal and rough but Fjord's arm is always around Molly to keep him safe, close, and he lets him hear all the groans and growls of staving off his second orgasm for the sake of man he loves in his lap.
His current view of lavender breasts trapped against his armour is a lovely one but definitely not helping Fjord's cause when it comes to holding out much longer. ]
[ Those tusks and teeth bruise his throat and Molly cries out as the mixed pain-and-pleasure rises to a crest, leaving him trembling in those safe arms. He squeezes his legs around those hips and his pretty face lights up with yet another wave of orgasm, throbbing and clenching around that cock inside him that was trying so hard to not spill yet.
His rush almost snaps like a thread afterwards, and he has to grab on to Fjord to not fall over, lips clumsily seeking green skin and that twin-pronged devilish tongue eager to spout new sins to his lover. ]
Come on, baby. You can do it. Let go, use me, show me how much you love me and fill me up!
[ It was almost cruel to make him wait, after all. Especially after he'd done so well in the war room. (Despite Molly's teasing.) ]
[ A groan like that from a wounded animal precedes Fjord coming harder than he can remember doing in days, burying his forehead against Molly's neck and bucking up hard as he claws him down by the hips, come heating up that wet pussy as he spills almost on cue to Molly's cooing. He shivers to feel a forked tongue running over his skin and palms his way over that beautiful body from thigh to shoulder and back again, dropping back on the floor to take Molly with him as a toasty, gorgeous blanket.
No words form as he kisses over a scarred neck and shoulder, kneading the plush curve of Molly's ass and altogether drowning in hedonistic bliss, never mind the cold stone floor when Fjord has armour on to protect him. No, he just sighs and catches his breath, murmuring praise into Molly's skin as the white-hot pleasure starts to simmer in relief. ]
[ It's so satisfying to feel Fjord pulse inside him, filling him up with heat. There's no wonder there are a lot of orcs with the volume of cum even a half-orc can give, and Molly's ever so grateful that Gustav took one look at him after his first escapade and made sure he was never going to get in trouble. So Molly can just enjoy the feeling, slowly sinking down on Fjord's chest when prompted.
He's about to slide off Fjord's dick, but remembers what his lover said earlier and just lets it stay and go soft inside. Instead Molly nuzzles a cheek, adoring the way the half-orc looks in this moment.
Just them on a spa floor, enjoying the rush of pleasant feelings despite the cold. He could probably stay there forever, even if the armor was a bit uncomfortable to lie on and squished his tits. ]
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Leggings pulled down reveals just how slick he is, and he wiggles his hips a bit as his hands are too busy holding on to help guide that hard cock inside him. ]
Come on then, love. Don't waste any time.
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Maybe to punish them both.
He keeps his breathing as even as possible while laboured, returning his grip to a thigh once he's securely buried in his boyfriend's soaked cunt. ]
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(Pun intended.)
Red eyes look into those golden cat-slits as that wonderful cock slides inside, stretching his cunt open bit by bit until it's taken to the root. Molly's so hot inside, silken walls clenching around those ridges and drawing a mewl of pleasure out of the tiefling to be filled completely.
Fuck, he almost didn't realize how horny he was, too. Even after coming once, he's a greedy bastard. ]
Yes, that's it, baby. All the way in, you got me.
[ Fingernails dig in a bit into those broad shoulders and Molly smiles brightly, head leaning back against the wall. ]
Fuck me hard, you know you need to.
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He knows which angle sends Molly wild so he drags him into it, parting the kiss to watch his expression when Fjord finds and fully abuses it. Molly wanted to dance on Fjord's lap in front of their friends, he deserves to be shown exactly why that was a terrible idea. ]
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Molly's smiling happily as Fjord watches, eyes giving a light glow of darkvision, mouth slightly open and his expression somewhere between joy and pleasure. That angle is changed and makes a perfect thing even more perfect, and he clings even harder to his boyfriend. It feels so good that Molly doesn't care how loud he is, breaths and moans and 'yes' filling the tower. ]
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Fuck. [ He's still hard as he reaches for Molly's hands, tugging him forward. ] Ride me on the floor, I want to see you taking it.
[ Right on Fjord's lap like he teased. ]
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The request is eagerly met by a grinning tiefling moving forward into Fjord's lap, tail flicking happily as he's placing a kiss on those sweet lips. His own wetness and all the come makes it a wonderful slippery mix that slides that cock in with almost no effort at all.
Grinning, Molly starts moving, thighs lifting him a bit and then pushing down again so that his boyfriend's perfect cock can go in as deeply as it possible. Not needing to be as discrete as he was planning on earlier, he greedily starts bouncing on that lap. ]
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You're dripping, baby, so tight. [ Growling low into a kiss, he bares his teeth in a smile. ] You can come as many times as you want until our hour's up, but you're going to warm my cock until we have to go. Understand, Molly?
[ Forty minutes stuffed full of halforc dick. ]
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Been wet since we were disturbed... [ He says with a soft moan, grinding down on Fjord. ] Always gonna want to be on your cock, fuck, always g-
[ The next orgasm floods him again and he cries out, tightening around Fjord as heat rushes through him once more. His hips slow for just a moment to let himself enjoy it, the pressure turning to relief in a sparking set of pleasure.
Once he comes through the fingers on his clit are stilled for a moment with a gentle hand, but Molly looks deeply into Fjord eyes and starts riding again. ]
I understand, love. [ He says with a coy smile. ] Gonna keep you in me until we have to leave. Right where you should be.
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You're so good to me, I love — that about you ...
[ Kneading at soft love-handles or what passes for them on that slim frame. ]
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Mmm... love that about you too.
[ Molly whispers, not sure if he should be relieved or sad that it was changed in the middle of the sentence.
For now, though, he's happy to ignore it and instead focus on the way the half-orc grabs at him, kneading thicker hips and over the slight curves of that gymnast body. His nipples gliding on that armor isn't something he thought he'd enjoy, but the old leather is a strange mix of textures that just add to everything. ]
Fuck, you fill me up so good. Those ridges!
[ He half-laughs, half-moans, rolling his hips to tease both of them a bit. ]
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[ He notices how Molly is arching into his armour and palms at a breast, calloused fingertips and a soft suede glove running over that impossible soft skin and tracing scars. Fjord grins and drops back, getting his boots fixed firmly on the stone floor to brace the way he bucks without warning; he slides his hands down to a pair of hips to stop Molly being toppled forwards. He keeps it interesting for him, not letting him get too comfortable before the harder pace sets in again, the ridges along his dick forcing Molly to take their extra width each time he hastily sinks down. ]
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(Molly should have known what was about to happen when he saw that grin.)
He's happy for those hands steadying him, because he's definitely not an equestrian and this stallion is bucking! There's a small laugh, but now Fjord has leverage to thrust up and the laughter is cut off into a cry as those ridges spread his cunt wide open around them. Fuck, he loves half-orc dick, he's not ashamed to say it. The tips of those ridges press just right, swollen clit rubbing against the top if he leans to kiss this wonderful man. ]
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to buck him a few inches, sudden and breath-taking, just to see how Molly will retaliate.
Who ever said sex couldn't be competitive ... ]
Holding on okay, sweetheart?
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Leaning forward, he also 'attacks' with kisses and bites, nipping pretty green skin so that everyone will see the hickeys on his neck. ]
Such a naughty steed, baby. Messing with me while I'm stuffed full of your cock and dripping of your come like this. [ He gasps and changes the angle the bit. ] Fuck, those ridges.
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His grin meets those babbling, pretty lips, breathing a little shaky from that tight friction milking his dick. ]
Still so chatty? I'll have to work on shutting you up.
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Over and over again until it feels like there's nothing else in the world. No Essek, no mission, nobody to fight. Just he and Fjord, fucking like desperate men on the floor of a tower.
A few more grinds in and it almost hurts how sensitive his clit is, leaning on that edge of coming again and body already trembling. ]
Mmm... baby... baby please, so close.
[ He needs just a little more to tip over again, not sure how many orgasms his boyfriend is going to drag out of him during this hour. ]
Bite me, claim me.... fuck, please...
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His current view of lavender breasts trapped against his armour is a lovely one but definitely not helping Fjord's cause when it comes to holding out much longer. ]
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His rush almost snaps like a thread afterwards, and he has to grab on to Fjord to not fall over, lips clumsily seeking green skin and that twin-pronged devilish tongue eager to spout new sins to his lover. ]
Come on, baby. You can do it. Let go, use me, show me how much you love me and fill me up!
[ It was almost cruel to make him wait, after all. Especially after he'd done so well in the war room. (Despite Molly's teasing.) ]
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No words form as he kisses over a scarred neck and shoulder, kneading the plush curve of Molly's ass and altogether drowning in hedonistic bliss, never mind the cold stone floor when Fjord has armour on to protect him. No, he just sighs and catches his breath, murmuring praise into Molly's skin as the white-hot pleasure starts to simmer in relief. ]
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He's about to slide off Fjord's dick, but remembers what his lover said earlier and just lets it stay and go soft inside. Instead Molly nuzzles a cheek, adoring the way the half-orc looks in this moment.
Just them on a spa floor, enjoying the rush of pleasant feelings despite the cold. He could probably stay there forever, even if the armor was a bit uncomfortable to lie on and squished his tits. ]
Mmm...