[ The mood tonight is definitely more relaxed chatter and sharing food than immediate threesome, which Caleb is grateful for. He'd be flattered by the latter, but gods, not when his shoulders feel like this. His head ducks down a little as he grins, unable to see Fjord (though certainly feeling him) behind him, but meeting Molly's eyes. ]
Ja, okay. If you both insist.
[ The pizza slices are of a sort of ridiculous size, but he's a few bites into one already, and it's easier to wash it down with beer. And only Molly's insistence, he tries the chips and dip too. His neck rolls forward and then backward occasionally, flexing the muscles, and his shoulders shift backward into his half-orc friend's hands with a soft grunt. ]
[ He glances over at Molly to give her a Look that says hop in his lap, help him relax too with a nod to where Caleb is slumped. It doesn't have to always be sexy when Molly pours herself on someone (although most of the time, well), she can be gloriously comforting too when it comes to cuddling, something Fjord knows better than anyone. ]
Lean back on me, it's alright. We've got you. Do you want to vent about anything? Four ears are all yours.
[ Molly's made a life out of reading people for her tarot, so that glance is easy to follow. She slinks over to Caleb's lap and makes herself comfortable, tail sweeping slowly over the bed before coiling again around a human leg.
Thanks to her infernal heritage and the oversized hoodie, she's quite toasty, and knows well how to snuggle without getting her horns in the way. ]
You smell like those components you use. Very herb-y.
[ Caleb leans back. He lets Fjord take his weight, the taste of beer still thick on his tongue. And before he can really process it, Molly has crawled across to take her place straddled across his lap, tail curling around his thigh.
With his body no longer running on empty, and with the reassurance of his friends--Molly's compliment(?) makes him laugh softly--it's easier to concentrate on what else might be bothering him.
He breathes. It's a deep, deep breath in and a slow exhale, a great sigh that finally dispels some of the tension Caleb holds himself with as he just burrows his face between Molly's neck and shoulder, soft fabric against his cheek and infernally heated skin against his nose. She's warm and soft, and--she, definitely; it's been difficult to avoid catching a glimpse of the new breasts she's so proud of, and now here they are pressed against him through the layer of her sweatshirt. Somehow it manages to be more comforting than erotic. He curls his arms around her waist, tugging her further into his lap so that he can absorb her warmth while leaning back against Fjord, into the wonderful strength of his arms and the satisfying bulk of his form.
Something clicks into place. Oh. He's missed this. In so many ways, he's missed this. Missed the two of them, Fjord and Molly, being here, being loved in a way that is uncomplicated compared to just about everything else. Missed this particular feeling, too; holding and being held all at once, a configuration of three that had once meant comfort and safety, that had been the blueprint for how he still views relationships and intimacy.
It's a lot to process all at once. ]
I have no idea what I am doing.
[ The words are muffled against Molly's skin, tired and exasperated. ]
With Essek, with anyone else, with anything here--verdammt. How have you managed to make this work?
[ Fjord's yawn is huge as he wraps his arms around them both, cheek resting on Caleb's hair as they all settle in. It's deeply satisfying to have Caleb within holding distance in their bed, making it difficult not to fall asleep despite his valiant attempt to stay awake and listen. ]
In a relationship? Shit, I ... I guess some ground rules work. [ His eyes close as he hums thoughtfully. ] No strangers in our bed, Molly comes home to me at night instead of staying out ... Lots of trust and mutual respect.
[ Molly happily stays there, a small, pleased purr that she usually only saves for Fjord leaving her as she enjoys the closeness of the two lovely men. She listens to Caleb's uncertain venting and strokes his hair gently, looking at her boyfriend when Fjord speaks. ]
Geez, don't ask me about how this works.
[ She says, shaking her head a bit. ]
I hardly even knew how relationships worked when this happened. I just spent a night or so with people.... had fun and then left.
[ She takes another bite of her pizza. ]
I was scared at first, because it sounded like not me, being in a relationship. Maybe being forced to change to something I wasn't. But things just... it felt right, because Fjord didn't try to change me. Aside from that fight. Just here to love me.
[ She smiles, playing a little with those auburn locks. ]
As long as someone makes you happy, then there's not much else to do. Just lay down some rules together, especially in a place like this.
[ While Caleb knows what might work for him is going to be different to what works for them, it's nice just to have some aspect of this--how they've made this work here, more than anything--explained to him. As far as advice goes, he thinks he could seek a worse source than his friends, even if this is new to them as well. ]
It seems as though you've done well like this, so I thought it pertinent to ask.
[ He tries to let go enough to really relax against Fjord, but his thoughts are heavy still. His hands rub slowly up and down Molly's back as though he could somehow soothe himself that way. It's nice just to be connected, Fjord's arms around him and Molly's fingers playing through his hair. ]
I think I am still struggling with the question of whether I want to be in a relationship, or whether I should. I would not have done it in Exandria. It wouldn't be wise. Why should that change here, and what happens when we go back? There are so many reasons it is a bad idea. But...
[ Fjord is right, of course. It just seems...particularly so for Caleb. He leans back to rub back against the rasp of that beard though, just to let him know he appreciates the support regardless.
He might have asked questions that he also isn't quite prepared to answer yet. Molly also makes a good point, though Caleb is naturally resistant to considering his own needs in matters like this. What he might want out of this himself has been remarkably low on the list of things he's considered, ironically. ]
He seems happy with the way things are now. So am I. Maybe it doesn't need to be more, and I am overthinking it. That would not be unusual.
[ Caleb reaches for Molly's hand, squeezes it in his. ]
I know that I won't come to any conclusions here. But thank you for listening, regardless.
[ He squeezes him a little to be obvious about it, then hooks his chin over Caleb's shoulder and kisses his cheek with plenty of beard-rubs for good measure. His eyes flick to Molly and he reaches for him too. ]
Safe and sound, always. We can be your harbour, if not the adventure.
I know. [ He does. He and Fjord have been that for each other for going on a year and a half now, in one way or another, and Molly's presence here has been so reassuring. He squeezes the tiefling in his lap, leaning back heavily against Fjord. ] And I am glad. You are very good to me, both of you.
[ A kiss is pressed to Molly's cheek in return. Caleb smiles as he pulls back, thin but warm. Being in the middle is nice. ]
[ Molly smiles happily as she's hugged and even more so when kissed. This is really nice, the closeness settling nicely in her bones and making her a little sleepy. It takes a lot of willpower to pull away and finish her pizza, but it's still damn good and so are the chips.
It's a great night of cuddles and greasy food.
Once everyone's had their fill and are both stuffed and sleepy, she moves any leftovers aside and then flops back into the bed, starting to crawl out of her leggings. It was time to sleep and Mollymauk Tealeaf has never slept in a comfy bed with clothes on. ]
[ Fjord is easy to convince to bed down for the night, eyeing Molly flatly as she strips but not bothering to apologise for her. Caleb's seen her naked, he knows, it's just wow, everything is all out there, and he keeps his sweatpants on at the very least so Caleb doesn't feel like he's sharing a bed with two sex demons instead of one.
He wraps his arms around Caleb from behind, chin on red hair, a leg sliding comfortably through a pale pair. With the scent of good food all around and the sounds of Molly and Caleb nearby, he soon nods off and his rumbling snores take over. ]
[ Finishing the food and getting ready for bed do a good job of monopolizing Caleb's attention for a bit, and by the time they're all actually ready to settle in, he's good and tired and ready for a solid night of rest.
Of course Molly strips down entirely and that's a little distracting, especially given that he's yet to get a good look at the changes to her body until now. Yet even that isn't enough to convince him to stay awake tonight, especially when they're all curled up under the covers together. (Having retrieved something comfortable to sleep in from his room next door, he at least remains fully clothed.)
His body fits nicely with Fjord's at his back, and once he reaches for Molly to pull her into alignment too (and situates his hands in a way that won't be too provocative), the warmth and security and steady, relaxed breathing of his friends lulls him into a deep, restful sleep. ]
[ Tossing her shirt as well, Molly leans against Caleb and radiates that tiefling heat happily as she snuggles in. She might squish her tits a bit against the human this way, but at least she's completely covered by the blanket.
Her tail slinks over Caleb's stomach and leans to a half-orc side, just long enough to create that little anchor. It doesn't take her long at all to nod off, hearing their breaths and feeling their heartbeats.
She sleeps deeply and content all night, and while she's usually not the first to get up (or the second, or seventh...) she does wake up at seven-ish and gently untangles herself to go to the bathroom. Once she returns, she looks at the two cuddled men fondly and then slips back into the bed, sitting up to just watch them for a moment. A glance down soon gets other things on her mind when she notices that morning wood.
Molly gets an idea™.
Smiling, she moves in the bed again, slowly and carefully until she can straddle Caleb and wake him with a kiss. ]
[ Molly's initial departure from the bed is enough to wake Caleb, though he falls back into a light drowse again quickly with Fjord still holding him, the space beneath the blankets still comfortably warm.
So the kiss still takes him by surprise, especially when he feels Molly settling over him, the press of her thighs against his. That's quite a good morning.
Still wrapped up with Fjord, what else can he do but gently, groggily kiss her back? ]
[ Fjord snores. Low and deep in his throat, no one is squirming over him yet and he continues snoozing with his nose buried in Caleb's hair. It's when that cosy nest starts to move that he drowsily cracks open an eye, finding a lavender smear on his peripheral vision and his cuddly wizard reacting to it.
He reaches down under the covers to find that rogue tail and gathers it up, bringing it to his lips where he continues to lie slumped against Caleb; he nibbles on the tip, hot sleepy breaths pouring over the soft skin with each long, lazy lick.
[ Molly smiles into the kiss, cradling Caleb's cheeks and nuzzling that beard once she pulls back a bit. Her red eyes are soft and hungry in one, the next kiss placed at his neck both as a question and an offer. They could have a really nice morning of enjoying each others bodies, if the wizard was up to it.
Meanwhile, her tail is having a fight with her boyfriend, and she glances back at Fjord with a grin, just in time to see him start mouthing at the tip. A soft sigh against Caleb's neck shows just how much she likes that, the broad, warm tongue sending a thrill through her spine. ]
[ Caleb's eyes slide open, still a little blurred with sleep, and all he sees for a second is Molly, red and purple and a flash of white teeth. And when she moves, laying her next heated kiss against his throat, the idea of refusing never even crosses his mind. Chin tipping back against the pillow under him, he hums in still groggy agreement rather than responding verbally.
He stretches languidly against Fjord, grinding almost unintentionally on the thicker thigh slotted between his own. It hadn't been obvious until then, still heavy with sleep in his warm cocoon of blankets and half-orc, that he'd woken up already half hard. A soft moan is startled from his lips, and beneath the sheets his hands find Molly's hips, holding on. ]
[ He nips that tail between his teeth as Caleb wriggles back, capturing the spade more securely before he arches forward against their toasty morning-burrito of a wizard. Fjord's morning wood grinds between clothed cheeks, both of them remaining more dressed than Molly meaning the shape of him is dull and firm so he feels bigger. ]
Good morning, trouble ...
[ Muffled around the tail in his mouth, he huffs in amusement and uses the arm that isn't serving as Caleb's pillow to slide free of his waist while Molly is on top. He slides his palm over a russet-dusted chest and lightly rakes his claws over pink nipples, nuzzling the top of Caleb's head. ]
[ Molly rocks lightly against that half-hard length, the tail already lifted out of the way and held by her boyfriend, stuck in his mouth with those tusks. It both feels good and stupid in one, and she's very temped to just shove it in deeper to make him cough.
However, there are things she wants, and Molly always gets what she wants.
Her hands join Fjord's in touching Caleb, fingers exploring under the nightshirt and then down under the pants to card through the hair there, placing a kiss under the wizard's chin. ]
[ They're all entangled, limbs slotted between and against one another, arms curled around shoulders and waists, and Caleb is caught up in the middle. It's difficult to decide what to do with himself when all options seem good.
But why choose at all? He can arch back against Fjord, press himself onto the big, blunt shape of his cock, and also moan softly, unashamedly needy, as Molly teases him with a gentle rock of her hips grinding down against his own. Loose nightshirt rucked up nearly to his neck, both of their hands explore his chest. Fjord's claws leave light pink marks in their wake over his pale skin and across his nipples. It's easy to see when the muscles in his stomach clench as he shudders, hissing in a sharply drawn breath.
Half-hard is not the case for long. He's stiffening quickly, held between his very attractive friends and teased where he's most sensitive, and all he can do is laugh softly under his breath, amazed by his good fortune. ]
Ja, it is a good morning.
[ The first words he's spoken, they're rough with sleep still. But he's more than aware enough to trail one hand in along Molly's rounder hip, following the curve down along her thigh and then between them. ]
Because you said please.
[ Two lightly calloused fingers curl up, easily parting her folds. She is wet, and hot, and Caleb brushes over and past her clit deliberately slow in favor of gently circling the sensitive entrance to her cunt, careful not to press inside. ]
[ Fjord usually tries to avoid thinking about Molly with any of her partners but it's different with Caleb, wildly arousing in point of fact to see them pleasuring each other, and he settles in at Caleb's side to keep his cock pressed up against him as he watches. A voyeur to the way Caleb teases a (already, oh Molly) slick cunt, a rumble settles in his chest as he lets his hot breath ghost over a freckled shoulder, Caleb's shirt askew.
Because he has a thought. ]
Do you think we could both fit inside her?
[ Molly did take Bull once, albeit in a different body, and Fjord wants everything at once. He's greedy. ]
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Ja, okay. If you both insist.
[ The pizza slices are of a sort of ridiculous size, but he's a few bites into one already, and it's easier to wash it down with beer. And only Molly's insistence, he tries the chips and dip too. His neck rolls forward and then backward occasionally, flexing the muscles, and his shoulders shift backward into his half-orc friend's hands with a soft grunt. ]
How long can you keep that up, Fjord?
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[ He glances over at Molly to give her a Look that says hop in his lap, help him relax too with a nod to where Caleb is slumped. It doesn't have to always be sexy when Molly pours herself on someone (although most of the time, well), she can be gloriously comforting too when it comes to cuddling, something Fjord knows better than anyone. ]
Lean back on me, it's alright. We've got you. Do you want to vent about anything? Four ears are all yours.
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Thanks to her infernal heritage and the oversized hoodie, she's quite toasty, and knows well how to snuggle without getting her horns in the way. ]
You smell like those components you use. Very herb-y.
[ That's not a word, but she doesn't care. ]
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With his body no longer running on empty, and with the reassurance of his friends--Molly's compliment(?) makes him laugh softly--it's easier to concentrate on what else might be bothering him.
He breathes. It's a deep, deep breath in and a slow exhale, a great sigh that finally dispels some of the tension Caleb holds himself with as he just burrows his face between Molly's neck and shoulder, soft fabric against his cheek and infernally heated skin against his nose. She's warm and soft, and--she, definitely; it's been difficult to avoid catching a glimpse of the new breasts she's so proud of, and now here they are pressed against him through the layer of her sweatshirt. Somehow it manages to be more comforting than erotic. He curls his arms around her waist, tugging her further into his lap so that he can absorb her warmth while leaning back against Fjord, into the wonderful strength of his arms and the satisfying bulk of his form.
Something clicks into place. Oh. He's missed this. In so many ways, he's missed this. Missed the two of them, Fjord and Molly, being here, being loved in a way that is uncomplicated compared to just about everything else. Missed this particular feeling, too; holding and being held all at once, a configuration of three that had once meant comfort and safety, that had been the blueprint for how he still views relationships and intimacy.
It's a lot to process all at once. ]
I have no idea what I am doing.
[ The words are muffled against Molly's skin, tired and exasperated. ]
With Essek, with anyone else, with anything here--verdammt. How have you managed to make this work?
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In a relationship? Shit, I ... I guess some ground rules work. [ His eyes close as he hums thoughtfully. ] No strangers in our bed, Molly comes home to me at night instead of staying out ... Lots of trust and mutual respect.
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Geez, don't ask me about how this works.
[ She says, shaking her head a bit. ]
I hardly even knew how relationships worked when this happened. I just spent a night or so with people.... had fun and then left.
[ She takes another bite of her pizza. ]
I was scared at first, because it sounded like not me, being in a relationship. Maybe being forced to change to something I wasn't. But things just... it felt right, because Fjord didn't try to change me. Aside from that fight. Just here to love me.
[ She smiles, playing a little with those auburn locks. ]
As long as someone makes you happy, then there's not much else to do. Just lay down some rules together, especially in a place like this.
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It seems as though you've done well like this, so I thought it pertinent to ask.
[ He tries to let go enough to really relax against Fjord, but his thoughts are heavy still. His hands rub slowly up and down Molly's back as though he could somehow soothe himself that way. It's nice just to be connected, Fjord's arms around him and Molly's fingers playing through his hair. ]
I think I am still struggling with the question of whether I want to be in a relationship, or whether I should. I would not have done it in Exandria. It wouldn't be wise. Why should that change here, and what happens when we go back? There are so many reasons it is a bad idea. But...
[ Another sigh, softer this time. ]
We keep growing closer. And it's been good.
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Falling for someone has never been called wise, I imagine, no matter when it happens. If you want us, Caleb, we're here. We always will be.
[ A kiss finds the wizard's rosy round ear, beard rubbing a cheek. ]
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[ Molly asks, opening a red eye to look up at Caleb. ]
You keep saying it's not wise and that you shouldn't, but that's what you said about staying with the Nein as well. Maybe it's something you need.
[ He smiles and absently starts to stroke red hair over an ear to smooth it out a bit. ]
What harm is there?
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He might have asked questions that he also isn't quite prepared to answer yet. Molly also makes a good point, though Caleb is naturally resistant to considering his own needs in matters like this. What he might want out of this himself has been remarkably low on the list of things he's considered, ironically. ]
He seems happy with the way things are now. So am I. Maybe it doesn't need to be more, and I am overthinking it. That would not be unusual.
[ Caleb reaches for Molly's hand, squeezes it in his. ]
I know that I won't come to any conclusions here. But thank you for listening, regardless.
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[ He squeezes him a little to be obvious about it, then hooks his chin over Caleb's shoulder and kisses his cheek with plenty of beard-rubs for good measure. His eyes flick to Molly and he reaches for him too. ]
Safe and sound, always. We can be your harbour, if not the adventure.
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[ Molly says, curling around both of them with a happy sigh. ]
How about we finish the food and go to bed? [ He asks, nosing at the wizard's cute ear. ] I know I want to fall asleep with Caleb in the middle.
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[ A kiss is pressed to Molly's cheek in return. Caleb smiles as he pulls back, thin but warm. Being in the middle is nice. ]
Let's do that, Mollymauk.
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It's a great night of cuddles and greasy food.
Once everyone's had their fill and are both stuffed and sleepy, she moves any leftovers aside and then flops back into the bed, starting to crawl out of her leggings. It was time to sleep and Mollymauk Tealeaf has never slept in a comfy bed with clothes on. ]
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He wraps his arms around Caleb from behind, chin on red hair, a leg sliding comfortably through a pale pair. With the scent of good food all around and the sounds of Molly and Caleb nearby, he soon nods off and his rumbling snores take over. ]
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Of course Molly strips down entirely and that's a little distracting, especially given that he's yet to get a good look at the changes to her body until now. Yet even that isn't enough to convince him to stay awake tonight, especially when they're all curled up under the covers together. (Having retrieved something comfortable to sleep in from his room next door, he at least remains fully clothed.)
His body fits nicely with Fjord's at his back, and once he reaches for Molly to pull her into alignment too (and situates his hands in a way that won't be too provocative), the warmth and security and steady, relaxed breathing of his friends lulls him into a deep, restful sleep. ]
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Her tail slinks over Caleb's stomach and leans to a half-orc side, just long enough to create that little anchor. It doesn't take her long at all to nod off, hearing their breaths and feeling their heartbeats.
She sleeps deeply and content all night, and while she's usually not the first to get up (or the second, or seventh...) she does wake up at seven-ish and gently untangles herself to go to the bathroom. Once she returns, she looks at the two cuddled men fondly and then slips back into the bed, sitting up to just watch them for a moment. A glance down soon gets other things on her mind when she notices that morning wood.
Molly gets an idea™.
Smiling, she moves in the bed again, slowly and carefully until she can straddle Caleb and wake him with a kiss. ]
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So the kiss still takes him by surprise, especially when he feels Molly settling over him, the press of her thighs against his. That's quite a good morning.
Still wrapped up with Fjord, what else can he do but gently, groggily kiss her back? ]
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He reaches down under the covers to find that rogue tail and gathers it up, bringing it to his lips where he continues to lie slumped against Caleb; he nibbles on the tip, hot sleepy breaths pouring over the soft skin with each long, lazy lick.
Revenge! ]
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Meanwhile, her tail is having a fight with her boyfriend, and she glances back at Fjord with a grin, just in time to see him start mouthing at the tip. A soft sigh against Caleb's neck shows just how much she likes that, the broad, warm tongue sending a thrill through her spine. ]
Good morning, boys...
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He stretches languidly against Fjord, grinding almost unintentionally on the thicker thigh slotted between his own. It hadn't been obvious until then, still heavy with sleep in his warm cocoon of blankets and half-orc, that he'd woken up already half hard. A soft moan is startled from his lips, and beneath the sheets his hands find Molly's hips, holding on. ]
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Good morning, trouble ...
[ Muffled around the tail in his mouth, he huffs in amusement and uses the arm that isn't serving as Caleb's pillow to slide free of his waist while Molly is on top. He slides his palm over a russet-dusted chest and lightly rakes his claws over pink nipples, nuzzling the top of Caleb's head. ]
And good morning to you, handsome.
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However, there are things she wants, and Molly always gets what she wants.
Her hands join Fjord's in touching Caleb, fingers exploring under the nightshirt and then down under the pants to card through the hair there, placing a kiss under the wizard's chin. ]
Please touch me, Caleb~? I'm already wet for you.
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But why choose at all? He can arch back against Fjord, press himself onto the big, blunt shape of his cock, and also moan softly, unashamedly needy, as Molly teases him with a gentle rock of her hips grinding down against his own. Loose nightshirt rucked up nearly to his neck, both of their hands explore his chest. Fjord's claws leave light pink marks in their wake over his pale skin and across his nipples. It's easy to see when the muscles in his stomach clench as he shudders, hissing in a sharply drawn breath.
Half-hard is not the case for long. He's stiffening quickly, held between his very attractive friends and teased where he's most sensitive, and all he can do is laugh softly under his breath, amazed by his good fortune. ]
Ja, it is a good morning.
[ The first words he's spoken, they're rough with sleep still. But he's more than aware enough to trail one hand in along Molly's rounder hip, following the curve down along her thigh and then between them. ]
Because you said please.
[ Two lightly calloused fingers curl up, easily parting her folds. She is wet, and hot, and Caleb brushes over and past her clit deliberately slow in favor of gently circling the sensitive entrance to her cunt, careful not to press inside. ]
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Because he has a thought. ]
Do you think we could both fit inside her?
[ Molly did take Bull once, albeit in a different body, and Fjord wants everything at once. He's greedy. ]
Or you could slide into Molly, and I'll fuck you.
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