[ Molly takes the moment of surprisingly sweet boot unlacing to rid himself of his coat and doublet, shaking it off and pushing them on the floor before he's kissed again, feeling Fjord nuzzle at his mostly exposed chest from the low hem of his somewhat threadbare shirt.
That thicc chest is on display for him as well, and there are hands all over it at once, sliding between those pecs and the soft-but-cut abs, courtesy of Fjord's goddess. Between his forked tongue licking into that mouth at every kiss and lips playing with the tusks, he's lost in the feeling of Fjord. ]
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That thicc chest is on display for him as well, and there are hands all over it at once, sliding between those pecs and the soft-but-cut abs, courtesy of Fjord's goddess. Between his forked tongue licking into that mouth at every kiss and lips playing with the tusks, he's lost in the feeling of Fjord. ]
Pants...