[It's the first days of April when Molly and Eskel are able to meet. Eskel has an empty paddock set up for them to spar in at the stables. The chocobos wark from elsewhere on the grounds, with the occasional whinny from one of the few resident horses. It's early afternoon, not that the overcast sky reflects that much.]
[The witcher awaits his visitor while leaning against a fencepost. Although he looks imposing, between his broad physique and crossed arms, there's no mistaking the excited smirk tugging the unscarred corner of his lips. Molly made for quite the enticing sight, even in the brief time they spoke to each other. And there were clear hints of something more than sparring.]
[Were Eskel the type, he'd be rubbing his hands together in eagerness. But he's not, so instead he'll wait for Molly with a cool demeanour and a smirk.]
[ Molly comes sliding up towards the scarred man, Summer's dance leaned to his shoulder and the other two scimitars still sheathed. He's in only his shirt, leggings and boots, coat slung over the other shoulder and a fanged grin on his face. ]
Hey there! Eskel, was it?
[ He gives a bit of a bow, tail giving an extra flick to the show. ]
You were the interesting one with all the stamina, right?
That's me, both counts. And you're the one with the fancy horns.
[He stands up proper. Eskel casually looks Molly over, appreciating that lithe form and the confidence he carries it with. And, of course, the curve of the horns atop his head and everything decorating them. Their curve accentuated Molly's face, making a sort of gilded frame.]
[Molly is the most literally colourful person he's ever seen; Eskel looks impressed.]
[The bow and tail flick tug his smirk a little wider. Eskel isn't much of a showman himself, but he at least nods his head in return before offering his hand for a shake.] Well met. See you've come well-equipped. [He indicates toward the paddock with his head.] Step on in.
[As he heads into the paddock with Molly, a question comes to mind.] You one of those tieflings? Like Even and Oran?
[ The tiefling is happy to follow along into the paddock, hanging his coat on a post and drawing one of the scimitars from the scabbard to replace it with the fancier one he's been shouldering. Molly leans the superfluous sword to the post as well, the carnival glass shimmering slightly.
Then, finally, he looks back up at his new partner with a grin. ]
You sure have an appreciation for pretty horns, hmm?
[ Molly tilts his head just-so, the decorations jingling a bit as he does. The expression is coy but not demure, he knows quite well what game they might play today, and Molly is everything but discrete. ]
[Oops, called out for his kink a bit. Especially when he takes a moment to appreciate that head tilt and jingling.] Just like the way they look. Like...a crown. Or a frame. Especially with all the decorations, in your case. [He shrugs a bit. Maybe it sounds silly, but it is what it is.]
They do make good company. [From that slight smirk, one can assume Eskel's acquainted with Even and Oran as well.] Looking forward to your company too. [As he continues, he draws his sword with the straight crossguard and twirls it in one hand with ease.] Two swordsmen with a little magic up their sleeves - ought to be interesting. Got something in mind to make it more so, if you're up for an extra challenge.
They're also excellent handholds when I'm on my knees~
[ Molly grins and sticks that forked tongue out before he draws his scimitars and twirls them in his hands. Loosening up, the tiefling then whirls them around, slashing them both over the lavender skin. They draw blood, and it spreads over the blades - one freezing over with ice and the other starting to glow with a radiant light. ]
[Oh, that suggestion gets a pulse of blood pumped into his cock, and they've barely done anything yet. Eskel smiles wide.] That too.
[The witcher's eyes widen when Molly cuts himself, surprise and concern overriding lust for that split second. But then he feels his wolf medallion jump, and Molly's scimitars change. Eskel is quick to start analyzing what he sees. Blood-activated magic - that explains all those fine scars. One of his eyebrows arch; he's in for something new.]
[With one final twirl, Eskel falls into a proper stance, and charges at Molly with a shout. They exchange a few strikes. Sparks and flecks of ice fly between them. Eskel moves deftly, expertise and enhancement behind his dexterity. Their swords cross, and he holds them there for a moment. The light from Molly's radiant blade illuminates the witcher's feline eyes.]
What say you for every point, the loser strips a piece of clothing?
[ He really likes the look on Eskel's face, and as they dive into the fight Molly feels the rush of adrenaline that he's sorely missed. He is a little rusty, though, and also a lot less strong than the Witcher, so he has to use his speed and agility to keep up.
As they clash together, Molly grins at the lovely suggestion, those red eyes meeting the intriguing feline ones. Oh, he likes this idea. ]
Deal!
[ He says with a laugh, spinning around to faint and attack again. Eskel still has the advantage, though, and it isn't long until Molly has to step back to peel his shirt off and throw it on the fence. This bears all of his tattoos, both arms now covered here in Erku. The thin slices all over his arms and chest expose even more of the amount of times he's done this magic. ]
That's one piece. I guess I have to get you back for that, hmm?
[Eskel blatantly takes that brief moment to admire those tattoos. The look starts out of lust, but he's genuinely impressed by the end, too. That's some of the finest work he's ever seen - and the colours!]
[But in the end, Eskel is a focused person. He's soon to jump back in for round two, now a little warmed up. The witcher keeps things all the more interesting by switching to a reverse grip at some points. As both of them continue finding their strides, this exchange lasts several strokes longer than round one. However, even with his overall advantages, Eskel is not invincible, and Molly manages to snag a victory in the last moment. The witcher smirks as he hangs his red brigandine up on another fencepost. Unfortunately, he's not shirtless yet, though the plain grey shirt he wears does a much better job of showing off his figure.]
Well-done. Watch your footwork, and you'll have me in my nickers soon.
[However, Molly will have to watch more than that, as Eskel's planning to start integrating magic into his strategy.]
[ Molly definitely do not mind being looked at - on the contrary he lives for it, and preens under that gaze. Then they clash again, and he has to keep on his toes to follow those switches in grip, but he's more focused now and the swirl of his scimitars rain down on that blade.
Managing a hit, he grins and moves back, tail swishing excitedly as Eskel has to take off a layer - not enough to bare that chest, but it's a start. That shirt shows off a lot more, and the look in the tiefling's eye is all hunger.
Loosening up again, he files the point about his footwork. He's here to improve, so he takes every suggestion he can get. With Percy it was his offhand, with Eskel it's the footwork. ]
[Eskel manages to laugh in the midst of things.] Smart in a place like this. [He then adds another remark after another few strikes.] Makes me thing I might be wearing too much.
[He probably is, having started with two upper layers. It'll be all the more of a challenge of Molly - a challenge that's getting all the harder. Eskel puts Molly's to the test by sweeping a small wave of fire at his feet. Though not enough to burn anything, Molly will have to think fast. To the tiefling's advantage, however, Eskel is more focused on observing Molly's reaction. If he thinks fast enough, he might get Eskel's shirt off.]
[ Molly jabs back, grinning as they move around the paddock. The introduction of fire makes the tiefling a bit surprised, and then he looks even more excited when he looks up to meet his opponent's gaze. If there was magic on the table, he knows they're going to have a good time.
Next time there's fire, Molly just ignores it, moving through it to claim another layer of clothing of Eskel's. He's fire resistant, after all, and doesn't even seem bothered. ]
[Eskel grins as he concedes that round. He makes note that Molly doesn't seem particularly bothered by fire. Fine by him - he has a few other spells he can use. But in the meantime, that grey shirt is finally removed.]
[While Molly is covered in tattoos, Eskel is covered in scars. The majority of them are claw marks, then bite marks, then weapons. The cut into his body hair, and across the pattern of his toned muscles. Some of those claws and bites came from creatures that must've been pretty damn big. He bares them without shame, hanging up his shirt with his brigandine, then falls back into a fighting stance.]
[ Molly's look at those scars is nothing but impressed and, pardon the pun, horny. He can't imagine what kind of creatures have made those, and how strong he must be to survive. His tail swishes a little bit more excitedly, and then he meets Eskel's eyes again.
He wants to trace those scars with his tongue.
Moving forward, Molly's stepping up his game again, ready this time for any more fire or other shenanigans. ]
[As the match continues once more, Eskel makes new plans with one of his other Signs. The timing will need to be precise, as Molly seems clever enough to see it coming otherwise.]
[But Eskel is patient as well as precise.]
[It takes some time, and some close calls, too. Sweat beads his forehead and body now, teasing Molly by getting first dibs at running along the scars. Eskel catches a falter in the tiefling's footwork again, and casts a spell aimed at the ground. It would normally make a ring around him and catch anything that comes too close. Molly, however, is already too close, and the spell triggers as soon as it sets. Purple magical energy flickers over Molly and slow his movements. It's more than enough to Eskel to claim another victory. He stands over Molly, smirking eagerly.]
[ Molly is slightly distracted, let's be fair, and his footwork may suffer for it. The trap catches him and he's down on his ass again, hissing a bit and looking up at the Witcher. Giving him a faux-grumpy look that's honestly just badly-hidden sass, he then winks a little before a vessel on his neck seems to erupt in a small spray of blood powering his own spell as he attempts to use his blood curse to very briefly blind Eskel.
If it works, Molly hurries to his feet and tosses off his boots. If he could have removed his pants without needing the shoes off first, he might have honestly just worn the thigh-high leather. ]
[He was in the midst of enjoying the sight of Molly laying before him, all bare-chested and sassy, but then the blood spurt takes him by surprise.]
Shit -
[Darkness fills Eskel's vision, if only for a second. He hastily steps backwards. By the time he can see again, Molly's down to just his pants. So close, and yet...]
Good one, that. If a little gruesome. Think I'll count that as a point in your favour. If you weren't stripping, you could've had me.
[Eskel winks this time. He takes off his own boots.] I got two layers left, and you got one. How's about we make this the final score - I'll take both off if you win.
[His eagerness is getting the better of him a little, but can you blame him?]
We're playing a game here. It would have been cheating.
[ Not that Molly isn't happy to cheat sometimes, but this was a matter of fun and he's a peculiar person when it comes to right and wrong.
He happily watches Eskel take his boots off and then laughs as the new carrot is dangled in front of him. Oh, he definitely likes the sound of that, even if that is pretty much cheating as well, but... here they are and he's full of adrenaline and excitement. ]
Alright. Let's do this.
[ This time Molly fights more like he does when he's facing a real opponent, life or death even if he's not out to actually hurt Eskel. Molly whirls, offhand and mainhand strikes raining down while his fangs are bared in excitement. ]
[Eskel does the same, toned muscles flexing as he matches Molly. If anyone assumed Eskel's build makes him less agile, they'd be wrong. His enhanced strength makes every time their swords meet ring. But Molly's determined expression, framed by those curling horns of his, make for a distraction. It's a hell of a dance, and it moves them around the paddock.]
[But every dance comes to an end. Molly gets a few strikes in, but Eskel recovers, keeping that last victory just out of reach. His heightened stamina wins out in the end, as the witcher finds an opening at last. With a roar, Eskel knocks Molly prone on the ground. The tip of his sword is aligned with the tiefling's nose. Sweating and panting (and not likely for the last time today), Eskel stands over Molly. His wolf head medallion hangs over his rising chest.]
[ It isn't the first time Molly's ended up on the ground in a fight, a little dazed and muscles aching from trying to match those enhanced abilities. Those red eyes burn with heat as he looks up at the Witcher, his slim, forked tongue slipping out to slide the very tip of that sword between the twin prongs - or at least it looks like it, but he's keeping some distance. ]
Winner takes the spoils.
[ Molly says, low and velvety. ]
I could choke on your cock, or you could bend me over right here in the paddock... or both.
[The mock-lick makes Eskel's cock twitch in his pants. He sets his sword aside on the nearest part of the fence - and carefully, despite his eagerness. Clearly his sword(s) are important.]
You've been makin' a strong case for your mouth from the start. Think I'll buy what you're sellin' to start. ["To start" - we'll see if he can handle fucking him afterwards, but the witcher seems confident in his enhanced stamina.]
[As he starts undoing his trousers, his tone turns a little more sincere.] Err, no need to make yourself choke though...
[Maybe it was just a turn of phrase, but he'd still like to clarify. Though as he frees his half-hard cock, it wouldn't be hard to choke on. It's a little bit above average in length, but particularly moreso in girth. His is a thick, filling cock, all right.]
[ The request has him grinning, and even more so when Eskel takes his pants off and shows Molly what he's got. He gracefully switches from his prone position to his knees, suddenly face-to-groin with the Witcher and running his hands down scarred flesh. ]
Oh, darling. I want to.
[ He purrs, delighted about that thickness. Molly leans in to kiss under a navel, switching lips for tongue as he slides it downwards and buries his face against dark curls. Gods, how he loves this. ]
Grab my horns. You can be as rough as you want. I like that.
[ The tiefling says with a wink, before he slides the tip of that hardening cock between his pretty lips. ]
[Oh fuck. Oh fuck.. Eskel watches Molly a little wide-eyed. His cock fills out against Molly's lips more. This is a fantasy come true, and he's reveling in it already.]
Only ever done this once before...[He takes hold of Molly's horns. His grip is determined and iron-clad.] We'll see how you compare to a succubus.
[Eskel has high hopes for him.]
[Despite the invitation to be rough, he starts with mercy. He tugs Molly's head into a slow rhythm of thrusting, and uses that to work his cock in a few inches at a time, watching all the while. On the full-in thrust, he holds Molly in place for a moment, face to his stomach. Eskel lets out a deep, rough moan. Molly looks amazing with his lips stretched over the witcher's erection.]
[But as lovely a memory as the sight makes, they both want more. He starts properly fucking himself with Molly from there. It's a steady medium pace, just as Eskel likes it, with each thrust coming in strong. He fills Molly's mouth with his entire cock every time. That low voice of his rings out in powerful groans and grunts.]
[ Molly's mildly confused if Eskel means only having a blowjob once or a deepthroating, but then his horns are grabbed and the cock slips in deeper - shutting off any higher thoughts. There's a smile at the succubus comment, and then he angles himself right and opens his throat, letting the Witcher slide in deep and enjoying the feeling of being pulled in until his nose reaches the groin.
His tail flicks and he looks up at Eskel with a heated, dirty look in his eyes, lips spread wide over that girth and breath cut off by it. When the man pulls away to give him a breath, Molly purrs against the hard flesh, twin-pronged tongue sliding over the underside of that lovely cock before it is shoved deep inside his throat again.
He lets his hands reach up to grab the Witcher's ass, a good handhold as he's used just as nice and rough as he wanted. ]
[Molly's talented tongue makes Eskel's next breath heave. A heady "fuck" manages to slip out through it. While his subconscious manages to keep him moving, the rest of his mind has blanked-out from the sensation. His feline eyes watch Molly with a feral, instinctive intensity as his cock slides through the tiefling's lips over and over again.]
[True to his boast on his endurance, Eskel keeps this up for a good while - even in spite of how amazing Molly feels. His rhythm doesn't falter along the way, nor does his grip on Molly's horns. It's a good and proper face-fucking for the tiefling. What parts of Eskel that are still coherent wonder if tieflings are related to succubi. Musings for later, though.]
[When he feels the first twinge of his building climax, that coherent part of him manages to get a few words out.] Tap once for swallow. Twice for...twice...for outside.
[As in coming on Molly and.or in his mouth - that's about as verbal as he can get right now. Still, he maintains his pace and welcomes the mounting pressure. Whichever Molly chooses, Eskel has no doubt it'll be a hell of a finish.]
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[The witcher awaits his visitor while leaning against a fencepost. Although he looks imposing, between his broad physique and crossed arms, there's no mistaking the excited smirk tugging the unscarred corner of his lips. Molly made for quite the enticing sight, even in the brief time they spoke to each other. And there were clear hints of something more than sparring.]
[Were Eskel the type, he'd be rubbing his hands together in eagerness. But he's not, so instead he'll wait for Molly with a cool demeanour and a smirk.]
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Hey there! Eskel, was it?
[ He gives a bit of a bow, tail giving an extra flick to the show. ]
You were the interesting one with all the stamina, right?
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[He stands up proper. Eskel casually looks Molly over, appreciating that lithe form and the confidence he carries it with. And, of course, the curve of the horns atop his head and everything decorating them. Their curve accentuated Molly's face, making a sort of gilded frame.]
[Molly is the most literally colourful person he's ever seen; Eskel looks impressed.]
[The bow and tail flick tug his smirk a little wider. Eskel isn't much of a showman himself, but he at least nods his head in return before offering his hand for a shake.] Well met. See you've come well-equipped. [He indicates toward the paddock with his head.] Step on in.
[As he heads into the paddock with Molly, a question comes to mind.] You one of those tieflings? Like Even and Oran?
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Then, finally, he looks back up at his new partner with a grin. ]
You sure have an appreciation for pretty horns, hmm?
[ Molly tilts his head just-so, the decorations jingling a bit as he does. The expression is coy but not demure, he knows quite well what game they might play today, and Molly is everything but discrete. ]
I am indeed! They're both very lovely friends.
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They do make good company. [From that slight smirk, one can assume Eskel's acquainted with Even and Oran as well.] Looking forward to your company too. [As he continues, he draws his sword with the straight crossguard and twirls it in one hand with ease.] Two swordsmen with a little magic up their sleeves - ought to be interesting. Got something in mind to make it more so, if you're up for an extra challenge.
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[ Long may he reign. ]
They're also excellent handholds when I'm on my knees~
[ Molly grins and sticks that forked tongue out before he draws his scimitars and twirls them in his hands. Loosening up, the tiefling then whirls them around, slashing them both over the lavender skin. They draw blood, and it spreads over the blades - one freezing over with ice and the other starting to glow with a radiant light. ]
Show me what you got.
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[Oh, that suggestion gets a pulse of blood pumped into his cock, and they've barely done anything yet. Eskel smiles wide.] That too.
[The witcher's eyes widen when Molly cuts himself, surprise and concern overriding lust for that split second. But then he feels his wolf medallion jump, and Molly's scimitars change. Eskel is quick to start analyzing what he sees. Blood-activated magic - that explains all those fine scars. One of his eyebrows arch; he's in for something new.]
[With one final twirl, Eskel falls into a proper stance, and charges at Molly with a shout. They exchange a few strikes. Sparks and flecks of ice fly between them. Eskel moves deftly, expertise and enhancement behind his dexterity. Their swords cross, and he holds them there for a moment. The light from Molly's radiant blade illuminates the witcher's feline eyes.]
What say you for every point, the loser strips a piece of clothing?
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As they clash together, Molly grins at the lovely suggestion, those red eyes meeting the intriguing feline ones. Oh, he likes this idea. ]
Deal!
[ He says with a laugh, spinning around to faint and attack again. Eskel still has the advantage, though, and it isn't long until Molly has to step back to peel his shirt off and throw it on the fence. This bears all of his tattoos, both arms now covered here in Erku. The thin slices all over his arms and chest expose even more of the amount of times he's done this magic. ]
That's one piece. I guess I have to get you back for that, hmm?
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[Eskel blatantly takes that brief moment to admire those tattoos. The look starts out of lust, but he's genuinely impressed by the end, too. That's some of the finest work he's ever seen - and the colours!]
[But in the end, Eskel is a focused person. He's soon to jump back in for round two, now a little warmed up. The witcher keeps things all the more interesting by switching to a reverse grip at some points. As both of them continue finding their strides, this exchange lasts several strokes longer than round one. However, even with his overall advantages, Eskel is not invincible, and Molly manages to snag a victory in the last moment. The witcher smirks as he hangs his red brigandine up on another fencepost. Unfortunately, he's not shirtless yet, though the plain grey shirt he wears does a much better job of showing off his figure.]
Well-done. Watch your footwork, and you'll have me in my nickers soon.
[However, Molly will have to watch more than that, as Eskel's planning to start integrating magic into his strategy.]
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Managing a hit, he grins and moves back, tail swishing excitedly as Eskel has to take off a layer - not enough to bare that chest, but it's a start. That shirt shows off a lot more, and the look in the tiefling's eye is all hunger.
Loosening up again, he files the point about his footwork. He's here to improve, so he takes every suggestion he can get. With Percy it was his offhand, with Eskel it's the footwork. ]
I don't wear knickers.
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[He probably is, having started with two upper layers. It'll be all the more of a challenge of Molly - a challenge that's getting all the harder. Eskel puts Molly's to the test by sweeping a small wave of fire at his feet. Though not enough to burn anything, Molly will have to think fast. To the tiefling's advantage, however, Eskel is more focused on observing Molly's reaction. If he thinks fast enough, he might get Eskel's shirt off.]
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[ Molly jabs back, grinning as they move around the paddock. The introduction of fire makes the tiefling a bit surprised, and then he looks even more excited when he looks up to meet his opponent's gaze. If there was magic on the table, he knows they're going to have a good time.
Next time there's fire, Molly just ignores it, moving through it to claim another layer of clothing of Eskel's. He's fire resistant, after all, and doesn't even seem bothered. ]
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[While Molly is covered in tattoos, Eskel is covered in scars. The majority of them are claw marks, then bite marks, then weapons. The cut into his body hair, and across the pattern of his toned muscles. Some of those claws and bites came from creatures that must've been pretty damn big. He bares them without shame, hanging up his shirt with his brigandine, then falls back into a fighting stance.]
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He wants to trace those scars with his tongue.
Moving forward, Molly's stepping up his game again, ready this time for any more fire or other shenanigans. ]
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[But Eskel is patient as well as precise.]
[It takes some time, and some close calls, too. Sweat beads his forehead and body now, teasing Molly by getting first dibs at running along the scars. Eskel catches a falter in the tiefling's footwork again, and casts a spell aimed at the ground. It would normally make a ring around him and catch anything that comes too close. Molly, however, is already too close, and the spell triggers as soon as it sets. Purple magical energy flickers over Molly and slow his movements. It's more than enough to Eskel to claim another victory. He stands over Molly, smirking eagerly.]
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If it works, Molly hurries to his feet and tosses off his boots. If he could have removed his pants without needing the shoes off first, he might have honestly just worn the thigh-high leather. ]
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Shit -
[Darkness fills Eskel's vision, if only for a second. He hastily steps backwards. By the time he can see again, Molly's down to just his pants. So close, and yet...]
Good one, that. If a little gruesome. Think I'll count that as a point in your favour. If you weren't stripping, you could've had me.
[Eskel winks this time. He takes off his own boots.] I got two layers left, and you got one. How's about we make this the final score - I'll take both off if you win.
[His eagerness is getting the better of him a little, but can you blame him?]
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[ Not that Molly isn't happy to cheat sometimes, but this was a matter of fun and he's a peculiar person when it comes to right and wrong.
He happily watches Eskel take his boots off and then laughs as the new carrot is dangled in front of him. Oh, he definitely likes the sound of that, even if that is pretty much cheating as well, but... here they are and he's full of adrenaline and excitement. ]
Alright. Let's do this.
[ This time Molly fights more like he does when he's facing a real opponent, life or death even if he's not out to actually hurt Eskel. Molly whirls, offhand and mainhand strikes raining down while his fangs are bared in excitement. ]
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[But every dance comes to an end. Molly gets a few strikes in, but Eskel recovers, keeping that last victory just out of reach. His heightened stamina wins out in the end, as the witcher finds an opening at last. With a roar, Eskel knocks Molly prone on the ground. The tip of his sword is aligned with the tiefling's nose. Sweating and panting (and not likely for the last time today), Eskel stands over Molly. His wolf head medallion hangs over his rising chest.]
You...fought well...
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Winner takes the spoils.
[ Molly says, low and velvety. ]
I could choke on your cock, or you could bend me over right here in the paddock... or both.
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You've been makin' a strong case for your mouth from the start. Think I'll buy what you're sellin' to start. ["To start" - we'll see if he can handle fucking him afterwards, but the witcher seems confident in his enhanced stamina.]
[As he starts undoing his trousers, his tone turns a little more sincere.] Err, no need to make yourself choke though...
[Maybe it was just a turn of phrase, but he'd still like to clarify. Though as he frees his half-hard cock, it wouldn't be hard to choke on. It's a little bit above average in length, but particularly moreso in girth. His is a thick, filling cock, all right.]
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Oh, darling. I want to.
[ He purrs, delighted about that thickness. Molly leans in to kiss under a navel, switching lips for tongue as he slides it downwards and buries his face against dark curls. Gods, how he loves this. ]
Grab my horns. You can be as rough as you want. I like that.
[ The tiefling says with a wink, before he slides the tip of that hardening cock between his pretty lips. ]
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Only ever done this once before...[He takes hold of Molly's horns. His grip is determined and iron-clad.] We'll see how you compare to a succubus.
[Eskel has high hopes for him.]
[Despite the invitation to be rough, he starts with mercy. He tugs Molly's head into a slow rhythm of thrusting, and uses that to work his cock in a few inches at a time, watching all the while. On the full-in thrust, he holds Molly in place for a moment, face to his stomach. Eskel lets out a deep, rough moan. Molly looks amazing with his lips stretched over the witcher's erection.]
[But as lovely a memory as the sight makes, they both want more. He starts properly fucking himself with Molly from there. It's a steady medium pace, just as Eskel likes it, with each thrust coming in strong. He fills Molly's mouth with his entire cock every time. That low voice of his rings out in powerful groans and grunts.]
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His tail flicks and he looks up at Eskel with a heated, dirty look in his eyes, lips spread wide over that girth and breath cut off by it. When the man pulls away to give him a breath, Molly purrs against the hard flesh, twin-pronged tongue sliding over the underside of that lovely cock before it is shoved deep inside his throat again.
He lets his hands reach up to grab the Witcher's ass, a good handhold as he's used just as nice and rough as he wanted. ]
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[True to his boast on his endurance, Eskel keeps this up for a good while - even in spite of how amazing Molly feels. His rhythm doesn't falter along the way, nor does his grip on Molly's horns. It's a good and proper face-fucking for the tiefling. What parts of Eskel that are still coherent wonder if tieflings are related to succubi. Musings for later, though.]
[When he feels the first twinge of his building climax, that coherent part of him manages to get a few words out.] Tap once for swallow. Twice for...twice...for outside.
[As in coming on Molly and.or in his mouth - that's about as verbal as he can get right now. Still, he maintains his pace and welcomes the mounting pressure. Whichever Molly chooses, Eskel has no doubt it'll be a hell of a finish.]
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