[ Molly's glee sifts into Fjord's and he grins, sharing his disbelief. He watches every play of pleasure over that expressive face and can't resist kissing him, humming happily as he smiles. ]
You too.
[ Climbing onto his hands for leverage (and a nicer view), he starts working his hips to chase Molly's pleasure as his own continues to build, loving the way it feels inside that tight velvety ass. He brings his knees closer to change the angle, wanting to find that special little spot inside that Molly loves so much, which really isn't a chore in the slightest when he gets to fuck him while doing it, working him over his dick in grinding circles. ]
[ Seeing Fjord move over him is so hot and exciting, any private fantasies nothing as good as the real thing. He mewls at each thrust filling his body so well, and moves his legs to circle Fjord, perfecting that angle that makes him tremble from how good it is. ]
Yes, yes, fuck...!
[ Molly's definitely fully hard again, each deep push of that cock against his prostate drawing forth a bead of precum from the deep purple tip. He feels so much at once - pleasure, fondness, completion... pure happiness. He wants to stay in this bubble of joy forever. ]
Leave marks on me, Fjord. Make everyone know I'm yours.
[ There are sounds Molly drags out of him like replies to those mewls, deep growls that rumble free on accident like they do in battles when under strain, and they gain volume as Molly begs to be marked up. Fjord surges down to clamp a lovebite on the curve of a shoulder, teeth and tusks kneading in firmly to bruise, leaving their lasting echoes for the next few days. It's as he loses his focus on holding off that his thrusts grow harder and he drags Molly closer, the tiefling's dick rubbing against a green belly as he's fucked the way Fjord has been day-dreaming of for weeks, so good at taking the thick cock driving desperately into his heat.
More bites litter higher up Molly's throat, switching to the other side as Fjord nuzzles from one pulse-point to another; a red eye on a strained tendon prompts a snarl and he bites over that, laving it with his tongue to paint it in a kiss and make it go away. ]
[ Molly feels each bite and bruise send thrills through his body, mixing the pleasure with little, sweet pinpricks of pain - and it makes him feel so good. With those tusks it promises unique blooms of dark purple for days, and everyone will know someone gave him those. Someone claimed him as theirs.
It's strange, wanting to belong like that. He's not a possessive person, but part of him... it wants to show off who makes him feel so good. Who he comes home to.
The half-orc's harder thrusts makes him hiss 'yes' between his teeth, the feel of his trapped cock rubbing against those abs leaving a slick mess from precome and oil. Fjord is wild and wonderful in one, and Molly's already on his way towards another crest.
He gasps in surprise at the bite and kiss over that red eye on his neck. The part of Lucien. Fjord wants to cover that up in a bruise and it's such a good, sweet thing in the middle of hungry fucking. ]
[ He has a suspicion about his refractory period and he's keen to try it out. Now seems the best time to bring it up (haha) so when he lifts his head from leaving a bruise over that horrid red tattoo he slows his pace enough to find the breath to speak, looming over the pretty sight of Molly enjoying his dick. ]
I was thinking, [ maybe he should have saved this for when he wasn't panting, oh well, ] I don't always want to come twice, maybe if we, ahh, [ godhefeelssogoodaroundmycockholyshit, ] if we draw this out, I won't.
[ He kisses him slowly, loving that he can be inside Molly twice at once and imitating the drag of his dick with his tongue. ]
[ It takes a moment for Molly's brain to connect, and he looks up at his wonderful lover with sex-hazed eyes a smile. He slows his own hips, easing on the wild need so he can listen. Of course he knows that some half-orcs can come twice, but this was new information and he's curious. ]
Mmm... that sounds fun.
[ He's down with it, so the tiefling arches his back a bit both to show off his good looks and to change the angle so that it isn't as intense. ]
You feel so good, Fjord... I could do this forever.
[ He feels so big, Molly's so full of both cock and emotions... and those ridges drive him mad every time Fjord moves. ]
[ A grin splits wide as he nuzzles a kiss out of him. ]
Nice try, but I'm not giving you that much power this early in.
[ He has a feeling that once he's on his back he's never getting up again. ]
Can you roll on your front? I want to play with your tail while I fuck you. It's cute.
[ No need to be shy about it now, balls-deep in that gorgeous ass treating him so well he feels like screaming. Leaning back, he pats Molly's legs and makes it easy for him to slip off and roll, if he will. ]
[ That reply makes him laugh, because Fjord's kind of right. The control he has when riding dick is mesmerizing, and it seems like the lovely seaman doesn't want to be under his thumb quite yet. Instead the half-orc gets a sweet kiss before Molly withdraws (and fuck, he feels so empty after taking that dick that it's almost unbearable).
He moves onto his hands and knees, pushing a pillow under himself and then raising his tail invitingly. It sways up over his back, giving Fjord a view of just how much that ring of muscle has stretched after taken him, slick from oil and needing that cock right back. ]
You're cute.
[ Molly coos with a grin as he looks back over his shoulder to his lover, red eyes gleaming with want and a hint of challenge, forked tongue slipping over his own lips to tease. ]
[ The first thing Molly will feel is a nip on a cheek, then another higher, giving way to lips that smear kisses all the way to the base of that tail. Fjord, having never slept with anyone who owned one before, is fascinated and his curiosity demands some investigating be done. That's how Molly ends up with his thighs resting on Fjord's shoulders and lovebites being planted all around the base as a beard tickles his soft skin, an intrepid tongue tasting the sweat underneath that tail where the sun never shines.
He's in no hurry, tusks scraping here and there to see what kind of reaction he gets. ]
[ Molly wiggles with a laugh at the first nip on his round cheeks and then groans softly at the feeling of that mouth pressing kisses all over him. As soon as that mouth reaches the base of his tail, the tiefling's happy sounds turn into a little whine and gasp - it's obviously a sensitive spot.
The half-orc really is great at finding those.
He did not expect Fjord to completely zone in on it, either, and slowly taking him apart with each kiss and lick, making him float away in a haze of pleasure. ]
So good... gods, baby.
[ The scrape of a tusk, the kiss to secret places? All bring forth gasps and light trembling of his whole body. ]
I love this spot, [ his hot breath puffs over Molly with a laugh, ] it's mine now. Fjord's hangout, that's its name.
[ Switching out his tongue for a couple of fingers pressing slowly inside that used hole to give Molly something to clench down on, he drags his teeth down the bumps atop that tail to see if he gets any reaction nibble-kissing those. Each gets the full attention of a filthy kiss accompanied by a low rumble of a purr, a free hand idly stroking below Fjord's mouth along slimmer lavender. ]
[ The first words are amused and incredulous in one, but then there are fingers inside him and his brain short-circuits a bit. Molly does clench down on those fingers in both need and reflex, just as that dangerous mouth finds new places to make him moan.
Those higher vertebrae aren't more sensitive than anything else on Molly, but the fact that Fjord is paying so much attention to parts that are undoubtedly him is so erotic and sweet that it's flooding him with pleasure and joy. That mouth has him quivering, each kiss drawing forth a sinful sound while the stroking of the thinner part has him grounded and flying in one. ]
[ The laughter buoys his spirits and makes him more confident, more comfortable, finally finishing his intrepid exploration of that tail to lean over Molly and let him feel his weight pressing him down, just enough.
Fjord slips his fingers free, guiding his cock back to that soft, hot hole, and he lets his words gust over the back of a neck. ]
How do you want to do this?
[ Grunting as he presses inside, he manages to keep his voice relatively steady. ]
[ Molly loves seeing Fjord more and more comfortable with himself, starting to pick up on everything to do without direction - and easily driving the tiefling to madness from pleasure.
That cock fills him again and Molly whines, his few long claws tearing at the headboard as he tosses his head back a bit with a 'yes!' He opens easily but is still tight, each ridge forcing him open more until he's clutching that cock tight inside him.
The half-orc's voice says such pretty things, promising anything Molly wanted, and he turns his head again to look at his lover with heavy-lidded eyes, the red glow painting them maroon. ]
Slow... fuck, slow at first. Deep, let me feel you. Fuck me like I'm precious.
[ He doesn't expect to hear "fuck me like I'm precious", sinking further inside as he leans down to capture a kiss over a shoulder, mindful of those horns. With his free hand he sweeps up and down Molly's waist, holding onto a hip as he starts to move in the deep thrusts that are wanted, every sigh and groan caught in the back of his throat as he pays attention to how Molly likes being opened up. ]
[ He hums contentedly, before purring at the sweet little kiss and the feeling of a green hand sliding over his waist and hip to secure him as he's fucked deep and slow. ]
I just want to feel it.
[ Fjord is a treasure and Molly's living for each thrust, filling him to completion and drawing forth heavy breaths and soft, eager moans. ]
[ He slips that hand on a hip around to find Molly's cock and stroke him loosely in time to each thrust, kisses smearing all over a painted back as Fjord puts his feelings into actions and makes love to him in their bed, holding back the urge to go faster. It's a wonder Molly can take him, at least for Fjord who has never been with a man and had no idea what to expect, but the fact he wants to makes it all the more erotic on top of the incredibly hot squeeze of that beautiful body, panting against a shoulder as he grinds in on every other thrust to keep Molly full and search for that wonderful little spot inside, determined to find it.
He doesn't talk much while fucking him, too busy keeping his stamina in check so he doesn't shoot off and gasping at the tight clutch around his dick, driving back for more on instinct because Molly feels so good. ]
[ Molly's just lost in the feeling now, unable to say anything other than 'yes' and make filthy little sounds every time that cock hits home. It's so much, both sex-wise and feeling-wise, and he whines into the pillow when Fjord's hips stutter slightly to keep himself in control.
It's so good, he's so big, he's perfect, I love this.
Molly greedily enjoys a few minutes of deep, slow lovemaking before the rambunctious tiefling is ready to pick up the pace a bit. He's been simmering in pleasure for a while, now wanting release. ]
Fuck, you're so good... gods, now fuck me like you own me.
[ His tempo stutters when Molly gives him permission to move faster, a breathless oh thank fuck ruffling into the tiefling's hair with a laugh. His grip returns to a pair of hips and Fjord settles his weight back on his knees for the first thrust that knocks his own breath out, growling approval as he picks up the pace with a creaking of bedsprings.
A low groan leaves him, getting to see where he takes Molly and run a hand over the curve of his spine, wanting to touch him everywhere. It's almost surreal to be inside him, his friend turned lover. ]
[ Molly keens as Fjord so nicely obeys to pick up the pace, and now the headboard definitely has gouges as he's fucked faster and harder than before, crying out Fjord's name loud enough to probably piss off the whole house.
The touch to his spine is hot and steadying in one, and it makes his tail lift more, coiling around a green arm as he's driven crazy by the new angle and the sound of that growly approval that sends lightning through his veins and right down to his cock. ]
[ How did he get here? Heart bursting with love built on old foundations, blood rushing through his ears like thunder, and Molly yowling for more ...
The headboard bangs into the wall of Caleb and Essek's new room as Fjord braces himself on both hands either side of Molly and curls over him to chase the sensations that make his lover squeal, descending into something more selfish as he drives into that incredible heat without relent, fucking Molly like he's worried he may disappear and they might never have this again. It's when he drops down to an elbow and rests his forehead between Molly's shoulders that a guttural groan rips free of Fjord's throat, unmistakably him in the throes of a truly good fuck.
Too good, oh gods ... ]
Molly, I ...
[ A hand slides to the dip in a lavender back, keeping him pinned with his ass upraised as Fjord loses breaths chasing an orgasm, dark sweaty hair pressed between Molly's shoulders. ]
Can I? Inside?
[ He has enough wherewithal to at least ask that. ]
[ He's a mess of whines and moans and keens of pleasure every time Fjord hits home, and it feels so good that he can't keep any thoughts straight at all. It's raw and desperate and wonderful, spurred on by feelings and need.
Molly loves it.
Despite his head lost in the feeling and Fjord, he can pick up on the change of pace, that groan that is so very Fjord that tells him his lover is close. The half-orc pins him down and starts chasing his orgasm, and that's probably one of the hottest things. Losing control like that, desperate to feel.
The sweet question makes Molly smile in the middle of the desperate fucking, and he nods his head. ]
Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me!
[ He's close as well, and just the thought of Fjord coming in him enough to have him right on the peak. ]
[ His hand in the dip of a spine slides up to grasp the base of that sensitive tail and use it to guide Molly back over his dick in gentle, insistent tugs, gasps shortening as he feels his cock throb and his vision whites at the corners, coming in a rush and hard, urgent thrusts. He buries himself as deep as he can go on each buck and spills a scorching flood deep inside that satisfying heat, mouth hanging open on a series of hoarse groans that range from human to snarls and melt back and forth, the slap of flesh loud in their little room. ]
Fuck, yes ...
[ Just feeling Molly surround his dick, rubbing all over every ridge and squeezing the thick, now sticky-hot tip has him in a hazy afterglow, riding a high as he thinks of nothing but MollyMollyMolly. ]
[ The tail grab is what overwhelms him, and Molly's pretty sure he just ripped a pillow, coming hard just as he's filled with heat. He clamps down on that dick from his own orgasm like he wants to milk it all, and he can't get enough of those sounds his lover is making.
It's a ridiculously intense feeling, knowing that it was Fjord - and for a moment the tiefling feels like he's going mad, sight whiting out and the keen mixed with Fjord's name is almost unrecognizable as his own for a second or two.
He curls his tail around his lover, the only show of affection he can muster at the moment as his whole body feels like it has turned to jelly. ]
[ His moan draws out as he lapses to a brief halt, dropping down over Molly to nuzzle between his shoulders with lazy kisses, just wanting to taste his sweat in the wake of feeling him come around him. Fjord strokes that tail until Molly is spent and then braces himself over a lavender back, hips starting to cant slowly on instinct. Come slips out and dribbles down the backs of Molly's thighs, sliding over his balls from the angle, and Fjord knows he's personally not done for the night, not with Molly so well-fucked beneath him.
So much for round one, the only.
He fucks him to a steady pace, angling to overstimulate that special spot inside with firm rubs from every other ridge along his cock, working the come out with the head before sinking back in.
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You too.
[ Climbing onto his hands for leverage (and a nicer view), he starts working his hips to chase Molly's pleasure as his own continues to build, loving the way it feels inside that tight velvety ass. He brings his knees closer to change the angle, wanting to find that special little spot inside that Molly loves so much, which really isn't a chore in the slightest when he gets to fuck him while doing it, working him over his dick in grinding circles. ]
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Yes, yes, fuck...!
[ Molly's definitely fully hard again, each deep push of that cock against his prostate drawing forth a bead of precum from the deep purple tip. He feels so much at once - pleasure, fondness, completion... pure happiness. He wants to stay in this bubble of joy forever. ]
Leave marks on me, Fjord. Make everyone know I'm yours.
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More bites litter higher up Molly's throat, switching to the other side as Fjord nuzzles from one pulse-point to another; a red eye on a strained tendon prompts a snarl and he bites over that, laving it with his tongue to paint it in a kiss and make it go away. ]
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It's strange, wanting to belong like that. He's not a possessive person, but part of him... it wants to show off who makes him feel so good. Who he comes home to.
The half-orc's harder thrusts makes him hiss 'yes' between his teeth, the feel of his trapped cock rubbing against those abs leaving a slick mess from precome and oil. Fjord is wild and wonderful in one, and Molly's already on his way towards another crest.
He gasps in surprise at the bite and kiss over that red eye on his neck. The part of Lucien. Fjord wants to cover that up in a bruise and it's such a good, sweet thing in the middle of hungry fucking. ]
Oh, love...
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I was thinking, [ maybe he should have saved this for when he wasn't panting, oh well, ] I don't always want to come twice, maybe if we, ahh, [ godhefeelssogoodaroundmycockholyshit, ] if we draw this out, I won't.
[ He kisses him slowly, loving that he can be inside Molly twice at once and imitating the drag of his dick with his tongue. ]
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Mmm... that sounds fun.
[ He's down with it, so the tiefling arches his back a bit both to show off his good looks and to change the angle so that it isn't as intense. ]
You feel so good, Fjord... I could do this forever.
[ He feels so big, Molly's so full of both cock and emotions... and those ridges drive him mad every time Fjord moves. ]
Want me to ride you?
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Nice try, but I'm not giving you that much power this early in.
[ He has a feeling that once he's on his back he's never getting up again. ]
Can you roll on your front? I want to play with your tail while I fuck you. It's cute.
[ No need to be shy about it now, balls-deep in that gorgeous ass treating him so well he feels like screaming. Leaning back, he pats Molly's legs and makes it easy for him to slip off and roll, if he will. ]
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He moves onto his hands and knees, pushing a pillow under himself and then raising his tail invitingly. It sways up over his back, giving Fjord a view of just how much that ring of muscle has stretched after taken him, slick from oil and needing that cock right back. ]
You're cute.
[ Molly coos with a grin as he looks back over his shoulder to his lover, red eyes gleaming with want and a hint of challenge, forked tongue slipping over his own lips to tease. ]
Give it to me, love.
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[ The first thing Molly will feel is a nip on a cheek, then another higher, giving way to lips that smear kisses all the way to the base of that tail. Fjord, having never slept with anyone who owned one before, is fascinated and his curiosity demands some investigating be done. That's how Molly ends up with his thighs resting on Fjord's shoulders and lovebites being planted all around the base as a beard tickles his soft skin, an intrepid tongue tasting the sweat underneath that tail where the sun never shines.
He's in no hurry, tusks scraping here and there to see what kind of reaction he gets. ]
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The half-orc really is great at finding those.
He did not expect Fjord to completely zone in on it, either, and slowly taking him apart with each kiss and lick, making him float away in a haze of pleasure. ]
So good... gods, baby.
[ The scrape of a tusk, the kiss to secret places? All bring forth gasps and light trembling of his whole body. ]
Fjord, I... oh, you're trying to kill me.
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[ Switching out his tongue for a couple of fingers pressing slowly inside that used hole to give Molly something to clench down on, he drags his teeth down the bumps atop that tail to see if he gets any reaction nibble-kissing those. Each gets the full attention of a filthy kiss accompanied by a low rumble of a purr, a free hand idly stroking below Fjord's mouth along slimmer lavender. ]
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[ The first words are amused and incredulous in one, but then there are fingers inside him and his brain short-circuits a bit. Molly does clench down on those fingers in both need and reflex, just as that dangerous mouth finds new places to make him moan.
Those higher vertebrae aren't more sensitive than anything else on Molly, but the fact that Fjord is paying so much attention to parts that are undoubtedly him is so erotic and sweet that it's flooding him with pleasure and joy. That mouth has him quivering, each kiss drawing forth a sinful sound while the stroking of the thinner part has him grounded and flying in one. ]
You're too good to me.
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[ The laughter buoys his spirits and makes him more confident, more comfortable, finally finishing his intrepid exploration of that tail to lean over Molly and let him feel his weight pressing him down, just enough.
Fjord slips his fingers free, guiding his cock back to that soft, hot hole, and he lets his words gust over the back of a neck. ]
How do you want to do this?
[ Grunting as he presses inside, he manages to keep his voice relatively steady. ]
Fast, or slow ... ?
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[ Molly loves seeing Fjord more and more comfortable with himself, starting to pick up on everything to do without direction - and easily driving the tiefling to madness from pleasure.
That cock fills him again and Molly whines, his few long claws tearing at the headboard as he tosses his head back a bit with a 'yes!' He opens easily but is still tight, each ridge forcing him open more until he's clutching that cock tight inside him.
The half-orc's voice says such pretty things, promising anything Molly wanted, and he turns his head again to look at his lover with heavy-lidded eyes, the red glow painting them maroon. ]
Slow... fuck, slow at first. Deep, let me feel you. Fuck me like I'm precious.
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Don't you know that you are?
[ Kisses follow tattoos down a shoulder. ]
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[ He hums contentedly, before purring at the sweet little kiss and the feeling of a green hand sliding over his waist and hip to secure him as he's fucked deep and slow. ]
I just want to feel it.
[ Fjord is a treasure and Molly's living for each thrust, filling him to completion and drawing forth heavy breaths and soft, eager moans. ]
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[ He slips that hand on a hip around to find Molly's cock and stroke him loosely in time to each thrust, kisses smearing all over a painted back as Fjord puts his feelings into actions and makes love to him in their bed, holding back the urge to go faster. It's a wonder Molly can take him, at least for Fjord who has never been with a man and had no idea what to expect, but the fact he wants to makes it all the more erotic on top of the incredibly hot squeeze of that beautiful body, panting against a shoulder as he grinds in on every other thrust to keep Molly full and search for that wonderful little spot inside, determined to find it.
He doesn't talk much while fucking him, too busy keeping his stamina in check so he doesn't shoot off and gasping at the tight clutch around his dick, driving back for more on instinct because Molly feels so good. ]
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It's so good, he's so big, he's perfect, I love this.
Molly greedily enjoys a few minutes of deep, slow lovemaking before the rambunctious tiefling is ready to pick up the pace a bit. He's been simmering in pleasure for a while, now wanting release. ]
Fuck, you're so good... gods, now fuck me like you own me.
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A low groan leaves him, getting to see where he takes Molly and run a hand over the curve of his spine, wanting to touch him everywhere. It's almost surreal to be inside him, his friend turned lover. ]
Molls, fuck ...
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The touch to his spine is hot and steadying in one, and it makes his tail lift more, coiling around a green arm as he's driven crazy by the new angle and the sound of that growly approval that sends lightning through his veins and right down to his cock. ]
Fuck, love, yes.
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The headboard bangs into the wall of Caleb and Essek's new room as Fjord braces himself on both hands either side of Molly and curls over him to chase the sensations that make his lover squeal, descending into something more selfish as he drives into that incredible heat without relent, fucking Molly like he's worried he may disappear and they might never have this again. It's when he drops down to an elbow and rests his forehead between Molly's shoulders that a guttural groan rips free of Fjord's throat, unmistakably him in the throes of a truly good fuck.
Too good, oh gods ... ]
Molly, I ...
[ A hand slides to the dip in a lavender back, keeping him pinned with his ass upraised as Fjord loses breaths chasing an orgasm, dark sweaty hair pressed between Molly's shoulders. ]
Can I? Inside?
[ He has enough wherewithal to at least ask that. ]
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Molly loves it.
Despite his head lost in the feeling and Fjord, he can pick up on the change of pace, that groan that is so very Fjord that tells him his lover is close. The half-orc pins him down and starts chasing his orgasm, and that's probably one of the hottest things. Losing control like that, desperate to feel.
The sweet question makes Molly smile in the middle of the desperate fucking, and he nods his head. ]
Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me!
[ He's close as well, and just the thought of Fjord coming in him enough to have him right on the peak. ]
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[ His hand in the dip of a spine slides up to grasp the base of that sensitive tail and use it to guide Molly back over his dick in gentle, insistent tugs, gasps shortening as he feels his cock throb and his vision whites at the corners, coming in a rush and hard, urgent thrusts. He buries himself as deep as he can go on each buck and spills a scorching flood deep inside that satisfying heat, mouth hanging open on a series of hoarse groans that range from human to snarls and melt back and forth, the slap of flesh loud in their little room. ]
Fuck, yes ...
[ Just feeling Molly surround his dick, rubbing all over every ridge and squeezing the thick, now sticky-hot tip has him in a hazy afterglow, riding a high as he thinks of nothing but MollyMollyMolly. ]
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It's a ridiculously intense feeling, knowing that it was Fjord - and for a moment the tiefling feels like he's going mad, sight whiting out and the keen mixed with Fjord's name is almost unrecognizable as his own for a second or two.
He curls his tail around his lover, the only show of affection he can muster at the moment as his whole body feels like it has turned to jelly. ]
Oh, gods...
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So much for round one, the only.
He fucks him to a steady pace, angling to overstimulate that special spot inside with firm rubs from every other ridge along his cock, working the come out with the head before sinking back in.
Rumbling, he sighs almost contentedly. ]
I'm not done, are you?
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