[ 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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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...