[ He's so full, so utterly claimed by Fjord that it feels like there's no space left as the half-orc starts to fill him with heat and that slickness Molly's addicted to. There's so much, drowning him from the inside and dripping down his legs as his lover crawls over him to fuck him into the mattress and make him cry out in pleasure.
(If he could come again, he would, but the feeling is almost as good, making his head swim with bliss.)
The sensation of that big hand at his waist and the way his cockhead presses against it between his body is amazing and obscene and he loves it, loves that Fjord can ruin him with his dick and grind inside him so well that he's losing his mind. ]
I love you too. Gods, you're so big, so perfect. My... ah... my...
[ He smiles dazedly against the fur, face pushed into the pelt. He suddenly knows just what to say. ]
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(If he could come again, he would, but the feeling is almost as good, making his head swim with bliss.)
The sensation of that big hand at his waist and the way his cockhead presses against it between his body is amazing and obscene and he loves it, loves that Fjord can ruin him with his dick and grind inside him so well that he's losing his mind. ]
I love you too. Gods, you're so big, so perfect. My... ah... my...
[ He smiles dazedly against the fur, face pushed into the pelt. He suddenly knows just what to say. ]
My mate.