[ Molly stands up, grasping at some chest hair to pull Eskel into a devouring kiss, tongue and fangs and heat. He breathes heavy against those lips, wound up and needy. The idea of moving anywhere else is not on his list of what is going to happen, much more attracted to the idea of getting fucked against the fence. ]

I'm counting on you to make me scream, darling.

[ Grinning, he turns around, tail coming to flick over the Witcher's front as he sashays towards the fence, trusting Eskel to follow the enticing look of a naked tiefling. ]

I already fingered myself open before I got here. [ He knew what he was offering. ] I bet you could split me open on that cock really easily, so come here.