vax'ildan isn't sure where to focus. he's being manhandled in the most delicious way, dominated in every way he loves. of course he is; it's fjord. fjord seems to know him so intimately, all of his favorite places to touch and be touched, all of the ways he likes to be handled. all the while, as he's being adjusted with a thick cock behind his balls, molly is touching his thighs, while aphrodite draws the most beautiful sounds from the tiefling.

he's immersed in the moment, but the two loud snaps of fjord breaking his lingerie draws him out of it, and that familiar disgruntled frown returns to it's place on his features.

"it comes off, you know," he grumbles, but he's drawn back into the sultriness of the moment. one hand reaches up behind fjord to hold the back of his head, fingers playing with his hair, and his free hand reaches out to run a finger down molly's chest.

"i'm dying to get inside him. i think that's a wonderful idea."