[ 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.]
[ The tiefling is swallowing and sucking around that lovely cock, adoring the way he's fucked deep into his throat and slightly choked around the girth at every thrust. He keeps his eyes on Eskel, slightly wet from the strain but heated, happy look in unmistakable.
About when Molly's jaws are really starting to ache from the long fuck of his throat, Eskel breathes out his strained warning. It's stupidly hot and Molly quickly taps once against the Witcher's hip, happily sinking the cock in as deep as he can so that the come can just slide down his throat.
He wants it all, claws digging into Eskel's asscheeks as he feels the pumps down his throat, groaning happily and pulling off to catch the last few drops in his mouth, messy and looking like sin incarnate. ]
[He nods at the tap. Eskel would've been fine with either, but swallowing requires a little less focus. And with his cock deep in Molly's throat, there's so little focus left. His rough voice rolls into a hard, trembling bellow that tenses his body. His cock throbs against Molly's tongue with every pump. The long build-up was worth it, as always.]
[And then Molly pulls back to put on that little display. An aftershock ripples through Eskel at the sight, shaking one last moan out of him before he's reduced to panting. One hand shifts from Molly's horn to his hair, and the other to Eskel's knee to try and support him. The witcher a mess all right, but he's still standing. His cock barely softens. He manages a few strokes through Molly's hair.]
[Swallowing, it seems as though Eskel is about to say something, but all that comes out is a hoarse, satisfied - ] Damn.
[ The tiefling wipes his chin a bit, sucking his fingers clean. He can be nasty when he wants to, and getting facefucked in a paddock after sparring is as dirty as can be.
Molly sits back on his ass, tail sweeping over the ground as he looks up at Eskel with a very pleased, cocky expression. He's proud of what he can do, staring up at the other man while the Witcher tries to collect himself. ]
How was that~?
[ He asks with a purr, definitely aware of just how good he could make it. His red eyes briefly look over that dick, though, and it reminds him a bit of Fjord, still hard after orgasm. ]
[As far as the witcher is concerned, Molly has every right to be cocky. Eskel huffs out a chuckle at the first question, though it takes another moment - and a second question - to find his words. He slurs as he speaks.]
Sss-said I had en...enhanced stamina didn't I? Gimme a sec though...Damn fine job you did. [He pauses to take a deep breath. As his motor skills continue recovering, he strokes Molly's hair a bit more articulately.] Ain't the type to leave his partner unsatisfied. [Wink]
Got my...quarters here. Bettin' you're just...as good against a fence as in a bed though. [The offer of moving to a proper bed is there, but Eskel doesn't expect Molly to take it.] Doesn't change how hard I'll make you come either.
[ 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.
[Having his chest hair pulled is new - he makes a noise in his throat, something surprised built on the framework of an "Oh!" of sudden discomfort. But it's brief, especially when he's pressed into such a fantastic, hungry kiss. Eskel is glad to indulge in it. He can taste his seed on Molly's tongue. It's enough to get his cock properly hard again. Perhaps he particularly enjoys kisses.]
[Not that he doesn't enjoy Molly's sashaying hips, either. Or hearing that Molly's already prepared. He'd brought one of those lube plant pods along, but he'll just have to save it for next time.]
Planned on both from the start. [That is, both making Molly scream and splitting him. Once Molly gets comfortably into position, Eskel grabs the tiefling's ass, rubbing in a light massage and opening him. The tip of his cock touches to Molly's hole. He presses once, twice, and on three, begins what feels like slowly easing himself inside - ]
[Until, after getting the head about halfway, Eskel pushes the rest of the way in with a single thrust. He groans roughly at the tightness, and watching Molly spread around his thick cock. It's only a moment from there that Eskel starts fucking him, each time pulling back to the head and slamming back in hard enough for their hips to slap.]
[ That cock slides into him and Molly yowls like a cat in heat, immediately loving it. He wants this, wants to be a little roughed up and fucked without care, hips slamming against his ass hard and deep. He moves with Eskel, meeting those thrusts and wrapping his tail around one of the Witcher's arms. ]
Yes! Fuck, you're thick.
[ He licks his lips, still tasting the seed there as he holds on to the fence and claws furrows in the wood with his claws. ]
Harder. Gods, pull my hair, fuck me hard, I want you to ruin me.
[That's a request that Eskel is happy to oblige. He slides his fingers into Molly's hair and grips a handful of it at the scalp. Since Molly asked for it, Eskel holds back his enhanced strength a little less. His thrusts come hard enough to rock Molly's body now, his cock driving deep with every one.]
[The witcher just fucks Molly at first. His spare hand holds fast to the tiefling's hip, landing solid spanks against his ass here and there just to make him a little louder. Eskel's own noises are low and rough, practically growls. It's not often he gets to release his inhibitions this much, and Molly feels so good, so tight. A part of Eskel can't wait to fill Molly with cum, but then again, that would mean this ends.]
[He keeps enough comprehension to remember that he's already come once, making him determined to make Molly come first. After they've been at it for several minutes, Eskel gives the tiefling one last, hard spank, then reaches around to jerk Molly's cock. Even sweating, shivering, and getting close to his own climax, Eskel refuses to come before his partner.]
[ He's going to get his ass bruised this way but Molly doesn't care, living for this rough and hard fucking his body has been craving for a while. It's so, so good and his pleased sounds are gleefully obscene, especially when the powerful hand of the Witcher falls on his ass like that. Pain-pleasure plays with his nerves and it is amazing.
Molly feels so damn good, and a whine is escaping him as he feels fingers on his cock and then a steady jerk that draws him even closer to orgasm. It only takes a few tugs and then the tiefling is coming with a shaky cry. His claws dig in more into the fence and he reaches one trembling hand back to tap once Eskel like he did when the man was fucking his face.
[With Molly coming so hard and so beautifully, Eskel can hardly help but to follow suit. Molly's signal seemed as good a time as any for the witcher to let himself go. His hips slam and press to the tiefling's, and he comes in a hoarse growl. Pumps of seed fill Molly's tight ass. Eskel trembles against him, his body squeezing everything it can into his climax.]
[The witcher eventually fades into afterglow, but he doesn't move yet. It feels as though if he tries to move too soon, he'll fall apart. So instead he stands, locked in place for the moment, giving Molly a little longer to appreciate being filled by his thick cock. (Which is finally, and slowly but surely, starting to soften proper.)]
[ Molly's a shaky but happily satisfied mess afterwards, stuffed full just like he wanted. He's going to leak come and he loves that a little too much. His weakened legs are thankfully balanced by Eskel staying in him and holding on as that wonderful cock starts softening inside him, and Molly purrs, looking back at the man with a pleased look in his red eyes. ]
That was definitely just what I needed.
[ He mumbles contentedly, turning around once Eskel's cock has softened and slipped out of him to pull the Witcher in for a kiss. ]
[Eskel eagerly returns the kiss. It's a very welcome gesture to get him moving again. He presses Molly to him with one arm; when they part, that hand brushes over his hair and a horn.]
You can try. [He winks, then sucks some of Molly's seed from the hand that jerked him off.]
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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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About when Molly's jaws are really starting to ache from the long fuck of his throat, Eskel breathes out his strained warning. It's stupidly hot and Molly quickly taps once against the Witcher's hip, happily sinking the cock in as deep as he can so that the come can just slide down his throat.
He wants it all, claws digging into Eskel's asscheeks as he feels the pumps down his throat, groaning happily and pulling off to catch the last few drops in his mouth, messy and looking like sin incarnate. ]
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[And then Molly pulls back to put on that little display. An aftershock ripples through Eskel at the sight, shaking one last moan out of him before he's reduced to panting. One hand shifts from Molly's horn to his hair, and the other to Eskel's knee to try and support him. The witcher a mess all right, but he's still standing. His cock barely softens. He manages a few strokes through Molly's hair.]
[Swallowing, it seems as though Eskel is about to say something, but all that comes out is a hoarse, satisfied - ] Damn.
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Molly sits back on his ass, tail sweeping over the ground as he looks up at Eskel with a very pleased, cocky expression. He's proud of what he can do, staring up at the other man while the Witcher tries to collect himself. ]
How was that~?
[ He asks with a purr, definitely aware of just how good he could make it. His red eyes briefly look over that dick, though, and it reminds him a bit of Fjord, still hard after orgasm. ]
Oh? Not done yet?
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Sss-said I had en...enhanced stamina didn't I? Gimme a sec though...Damn fine job you did. [He pauses to take a deep breath. As his motor skills continue recovering, he strokes Molly's hair a bit more articulately.] Ain't the type to leave his partner unsatisfied. [Wink]
Got my...quarters here. Bettin' you're just...as good against a fence as in a bed though. [The offer of moving to a proper bed is there, but Eskel doesn't expect Molly to take it.] Doesn't change how hard I'll make you come either.
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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.
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[Not that he doesn't enjoy Molly's sashaying hips, either. Or hearing that Molly's already prepared. He'd brought one of those lube plant pods along, but he'll just have to save it for next time.]
Planned on both from the start. [That is, both making Molly scream and splitting him. Once Molly gets comfortably into position, Eskel grabs the tiefling's ass, rubbing in a light massage and opening him. The tip of his cock touches to Molly's hole. He presses once, twice, and on three, begins what feels like slowly easing himself inside - ]
[Until, after getting the head about halfway, Eskel pushes the rest of the way in with a single thrust. He groans roughly at the tightness, and watching Molly spread around his thick cock. It's only a moment from there that Eskel starts fucking him, each time pulling back to the head and slamming back in hard enough for their hips to slap.]
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Yes! Fuck, you're thick.
[ He licks his lips, still tasting the seed there as he holds on to the fence and claws furrows in the wood with his claws. ]
Harder. Gods, pull my hair, fuck me hard, I want you to ruin me.
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[The witcher just fucks Molly at first. His spare hand holds fast to the tiefling's hip, landing solid spanks against his ass here and there just to make him a little louder. Eskel's own noises are low and rough, practically growls. It's not often he gets to release his inhibitions this much, and Molly feels so good, so tight. A part of Eskel can't wait to fill Molly with cum, but then again, that would mean this ends.]
[He keeps enough comprehension to remember that he's already come once, making him determined to make Molly come first. After they've been at it for several minutes, Eskel gives the tiefling one last, hard spank, then reaches around to jerk Molly's cock. Even sweating, shivering, and getting close to his own climax, Eskel refuses to come before his partner.]
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Molly feels so damn good, and a whine is escaping him as he feels fingers on his cock and then a steady jerk that draws him even closer to orgasm. It only takes a few tugs and then the tiefling is coming with a shaky cry. His claws dig in more into the fence and he reaches one trembling hand back to tap once Eskel like he did when the man was fucking his face.
Inside. ]
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[The witcher eventually fades into afterglow, but he doesn't move yet. It feels as though if he tries to move too soon, he'll fall apart. So instead he stands, locked in place for the moment, giving Molly a little longer to appreciate being filled by his thick cock. (Which is finally, and slowly but surely, starting to soften proper.)]
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That was definitely just what I needed.
[ He mumbles contentedly, turning around once Eskel's cock has softened and slipped out of him to pull the Witcher in for a kiss. ]
Next time I'll beat you.
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You can try. [He winks, then sucks some of Molly's seed from the hand that jerked him off.]
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It's a date, handsome. And you can tell me more about those fire powers of yours.