Vax sprawls, Molly arches, and the ruffles glinting gold on Aphrodite's ass all catch Fjord's eye as his gaze greedily roves over the pretty trio arranged for his pleasure. He still can't quite believe it, even as he tears his attention away from the damp patch on Molly's panties while kneading the pert globes of Vax's ass, all to meet Aphrodite in a searing kiss when she guides him by his beard (he loves that). He loops an arm around her waist to haul her in close, arching a hip close to the apex of her thighs so she has somewhere to grind, the parting of their lips coming slowly and reluctantly, a hand slipping from Vax to slide down to investigate those annoying ruffles and rub up along the wet fabric covering her pussy. A hum settles in his chest, approving, and when he looks back to Molly he sees the tiefling's dick is out.

The back of Fjord's neck feels like it's on fire. He wants them all, all at once, and it short-circuits his brain.

He shreds Vax's black panties with a claw, a thumb widening the spread of his cheeks.

"Drizzle a little on, Ditey, won't you?"