[ Molly can probably feel it in the roll of Fjord's stomach and chest against his back as he plasters up behind him and gasps, a Fuck! lost somewhere around his tusks as he bites down on a lavender shoulder for an anchor. The curse locks him into the state of mind that he has only washed in and out of before, giving Molly thirty seconds or so of being railed before Fjord bucks hard and comes again, this time with a snarl. He shudders and clasps Molly close, squeezing his cock to work the tip and smear precome around so his palm doesn't dry out when it slides up Molly's navel to rest on his belly.
Fjord nuzzles another kiss from him, tense all over. He breathes heavily, rasping out words when he tries to speak. ]
Mine.
[ The slippery smack of hips starts up again and he holds Molly in place, as if he really is trying to breed with him, stretched out over his cock so perfectly around every ridge that widens the spread. When he bottoms-out it's pure hedonism to grind, keeping him there. Common-sense falls to the wayside as he inhales Molly's scent, the mingled smell of them. ]
My mate. Beautiful, so beautiful.
[ His head feels like it's on fire, dizzy with nothing but longing. Heat. It's different than it was in the hotel, it's real. His head tips back as he groans, cock twitching madly inside Molly as his balls draw up for a third time, all from looking down on him; in the circle of his fist he strokes him faster, tighter. ]
Fill you up, yes, I'm the only man who can breed you, make you carry my ... my ...
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Fjord nuzzles another kiss from him, tense all over. He breathes heavily, rasping out words when he tries to speak. ]
Mine.
[ The slippery smack of hips starts up again and he holds Molly in place, as if he really is trying to breed with him, stretched out over his cock so perfectly around every ridge that widens the spread. When he bottoms-out it's pure hedonism to grind, keeping him there. Common-sense falls to the wayside as he inhales Molly's scent, the mingled smell of them. ]
My mate. Beautiful, so beautiful.
[ His head feels like it's on fire, dizzy with nothing but longing. Heat. It's different than it was in the hotel, it's real. His head tips back as he groans, cock twitching madly inside Molly as his balls draw up for a third time, all from looking down on him; in the circle of his fist he strokes him faster, tighter. ]
Fill you up, yes, I'm the only man who can breed you, make you carry my ... my ...
[ Oh, gods. ]