[ The kiss surprises him but he returns it hungrily, whining into that lovely mouth when his cock is stroked in the middle of everything. He feels so good, fucked faster and more desperate, claws scraping his sensitive skin and sudden heat filling him.
Molly did not expect that, nor did he expect Fjord to just keep going - there was usually at least a pause between the times he came, and now he was filled and fucked at the same time, feeling it forced out of him and making an utter mess.
[ 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 ...
[ Out of his head with pleasure as he is, Molly still notices the way Fjord speaks, the way he sounds possessive and hungry for him. That snarl has him crying out, and then he's filled again - and Fjord isn't stopping. Now he gets why this would be a little overwhelming and maybe even shameful for his lover - but it's also soo good, like being claimed by every part of him.
The palming and squeeze to his cock draws another wail from Molly, and he knows Fjord must feel that big cock of his from the outside when he puts his hand on his lower belly like that, stroking him as his ass is pounded hard.
More filth escapes that lovely mouth and 'mate' briefly reminds him of Yasha before Fjord quickens his hand around him and comes inside him again, drawing forth Molly's own orgasm in a yell of his lover's name. The rest of the words just makes it better, and Molly's full of dazed pleasure and love and a little bit of humor at that last part.
[ He's glad that he can't be pushed this far too often otherwise he might go crazy or wear his own dick out. When Molly comes and he manages to do it while Fjord is filling him up it feels like bliss, dropping kisses in reward all down a shoulder and up a neck. He can feel himself inside Molly with the hand iver Molly's belly and it awakens a rumbling growl of approval.
A moment spent cuddling ends when he pulls out, come following down a purple ass, to knock Molly's raised leg back to the bedsheets and get between his thighs. Fjord rests on an arm over him as he fits his cock back into place and thrusts, settling in position.
The red ring inside his yellow eyes is thicker and he gets comfortable. ]
I ... I need you wrapped around me, I won't move. I just ... need ...
[ Molly purrs happily, breathless and messy. He whines when Fjord pulls out, both because he doesn't want him to and the fact that he's damn sensitive. He allows his lover to handle him how he wants, and then settles once more with a content sigh and a smile once the half-orc returns.
It quickly turns into a soft groan as he's filled with that cock again, his sore buttocks protesting a bit when thrusted against - but Molly couldn't care less. This was bliss. ]
I'm not going anywhere, love. I'm here, I'm with you.
[ He clings to Fjord, wrapping both his arms and tail around him with a smile. ]
[ When he looks at Molly the yellow of his eyes has all but disappeared being dilated pupils, a ring of red on view around them instead. He brushes back Molly's hair, trying to steady his own breathing. Overwhelming Molly isn't something he wants to do, ever. ]
You said for me to keep fucking you, do you still want that?
[ He's cursed to carry it out, and willingly will, but only if Molly is standing by his earlier words of passion. ]
[ Molly's trembling slightly, definitely a little overwhelmed but loving it, loves Fjord so much... but when he turns a bit to look his lover in the eyes he has to ask- ]
Tell me if you are okay with this or not. I do not want you regret anything.
[ The red ring is pretty, but it's also a sign of what Fjord didn't want when they talked about his baser instincts. ]
I want you to fuck me in a way that makes you happy.
[ The pace picks up as he starts to move, helping lift Molly's legs around his waist so he can hold on easily as Fjord drives into him with firm thrusts, lashes fluttering as he peers down at him. The roughness of his breath sounds loud to his own ears over the slap of flesh contained in their bedroom, and he combs back Molly's hair whenever he isn't touching him elsewhere, teasing his tits or scratching at hips. It's as if Fjord's orgasms are spread out into smaller bursts whenever he seizes up and comes, rasping or snarling, biting back Common curses, and always lavishing Molly in kisses to check he's coping alright. ]
[ Molly's a loud, happy little whore throughout it all, probably ruining the rest of the day for everyone else - but at his fourth, trembling orgasm he can't even think anymore. The bed is soaked with come and sweat and the tiefling is utterly boneless, barely able to move.
It finally starts to actually hurt and the whine is less happy and more of a cringe. He reaches out to grasp one of those big, sweet hands in his own, holding it close to his chest. After all this time, the self-proclaimed sex fiend has to finally tap out. ]
[ His human heritage wearies him around the same time Molly valiantly taps out, and he eases free to drop down heavily beside him, panting against his boyfriend's shoulder. His arm drapes across Molly's chest and Fjord murmurs an I love you, love you so much, something beneath the curse glad of the reprieve. Even half-orcs have their limits, it seems.
He nuzzles in and holds Molly as requested, starting to snore before he even knows it. They can clean up whenever they return to the land of the living, and Fjord will make sure Molly is taken care of as soon as he isn't passing out. ]
[ Molly's also out almost as soon as he's held, not caring about anything else in the world than his boyfriend at his back. He'll wake up later and complain about his buttcheeks hurting, but for now he slides into blissful sleep. ]
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Molly did not expect that, nor did he expect Fjord to just keep going - there was usually at least a pause between the times he came, and now he was filled and fucked at the same time, feeling it forced out of him and making an utter mess.
It's amazing. ]
Yes, just like that, fill me up, make me yours!
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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. ]
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The palming and squeeze to his cock draws another wail from Molly, and he knows Fjord must feel that big cock of his from the outside when he puts his hand on his lower belly like that, stroking him as his ass is pounded hard.
More filth escapes that lovely mouth and 'mate' briefly reminds him of Yasha before Fjord quickens his hand around him and comes inside him again, drawing forth Molly's own orgasm in a yell of his lover's name. The rest of the words just makes it better, and Molly's full of dazed pleasure and love and a little bit of humor at that last part.
No wonder orcs were plenty. ]
Fuck... gods, love, yes.
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A moment spent cuddling ends when he pulls out, come following down a purple ass, to knock Molly's raised leg back to the bedsheets and get between his thighs. Fjord rests on an arm over him as he fits his cock back into place and thrusts, settling in position.
The red ring inside his yellow eyes is thicker and he gets comfortable. ]
I ... I need you wrapped around me, I won't move. I just ... need ...
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It quickly turns into a soft groan as he's filled with that cock again, his sore buttocks protesting a bit when thrusted against - but Molly couldn't care less. This was bliss. ]
I'm not going anywhere, love. I'm here, I'm with you.
[ He clings to Fjord, wrapping both his arms and tail around him with a smile. ]
You have me.
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[ When he looks at Molly the yellow of his eyes has all but disappeared being dilated pupils, a ring of red on view around them instead. He brushes back Molly's hair, trying to steady his own breathing. Overwhelming Molly isn't something he wants to do, ever. ]
You said for me to keep fucking you, do you still want that?
[ He's cursed to carry it out, and willingly will, but only if Molly is standing by his earlier words of passion. ]
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Tell me if you are okay with this or not. I do not want you regret anything.
[ The red ring is pretty, but it's also a sign of what Fjord didn't want when they talked about his baser instincts. ]
I want you to fuck me in a way that makes you happy.
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[ Cupping his cheek, he looks him in the eye and says around the heat affecting his senses and the curse wiring his mind, ]
I'm always happy when I'm with you.
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Then breed me, Fjord. Make me unable to leave this bed for the rest of the day. I can handle it.
[ And if he can't, his lover still has to obey him even if he's out of his mind, so it's a win-win. ]
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[ The pace picks up as he starts to move, helping lift Molly's legs around his waist so he can hold on easily as Fjord drives into him with firm thrusts, lashes fluttering as he peers down at him. The roughness of his breath sounds loud to his own ears over the slap of flesh contained in their bedroom, and he combs back Molly's hair whenever he isn't touching him elsewhere, teasing his tits or scratching at hips. It's as if Fjord's orgasms are spread out into smaller bursts whenever he seizes up and comes, rasping or snarling, biting back Common curses, and always lavishing Molly in kisses to check he's coping alright. ]
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It finally starts to actually hurt and the whine is less happy and more of a cringe. He reaches out to grasp one of those big, sweet hands in his own, holding it close to his chest. After all this time, the self-proclaimed sex fiend has to finally tap out. ]
Fjord... I can't... please just old me.
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He nuzzles in and holds Molly as requested, starting to snore before he even knows it. They can clean up whenever they return to the land of the living, and Fjord will make sure Molly is taken care of as soon as he isn't passing out. ]
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