[ Scratches join the bruises, forgotten in the throes of passion and only adding to the pleasure, a lining of aches making it all so much raw and wanton. He's so full of Fjord and those sweet words, bitten and held down to take more come.
Up, Fjord then asks, and up Molly goes when he's lifted. It seems it was time to make more gouges in the headboard and the tiefling whines with pleasure and slight overwhelmment as that cock leaves him, even if briefly.
He immediately leans back to sink it inside himself again once prompted, so wet and sloppy that there's barely any friction at all until the last ridges are in. ]
[ Sex and sentiment meld as Fjord sinks back inside Molly and they start to move again, his blood on fire as he grasps as lavender pecs and runs his hands all over Molly's front, satisfied to mark an increase in weight since they arrived. Molly is a little softer and his hips are perfect grips to guide him back onto Fjord's cock that fills him up on each stroke and keeps that soft little ass split wide, cheeks shaking with the slap of each thrust; jarring and perfect. Fjord tilts up a purple chin and leans around to kiss him messily, wrapping his arms around Molly in a hug so he can't tell the difference of where he ends and his mate begins in the back-and-forth of molten pleasure milking his dick. The urgency to keeping coming has him whining and his cock twitches, rhythm stuttering before he picks it up again. It's so, so good.
What if they took that crazy potion home and he fucked Molly while his mate was fertile? Fjord's head races with possibilities as they make love. He reaches down between Molly's legs to lightly stroke him, gentle but insistent. ]
[ That softness is what he's trying to work off, but even Molly has to admit it's nice to feel Fjord dig his hands into plush skin and pull him down on that cock with a bounce of fuller cheeks. He leans his head back to kiss his boyfriend hungrily, moaning into the lovely mouth as he's on his way to a second orgasm despite how unlikely it had seemed before.
He's so full of all that half-orc seed, getting off on how it will drip out of him later, and he claws hard at the headboard as those balls drain inside him over and over, making a mess of both the tiefling and their bed.
He loves that.
Fjord absently dreams of green tieflings with little tusks, a thousand possibilities as a big hand strokes Molly just perfectly - and he finally tips over, coming hard on that perfect cock and tightening around it with a yowl. ]
[ He never gets this wild with anyone else, doesn't want to leave tusk-scratches on their shoulders (oh, the waves, he loves gnawing those tattoos), never feels the need to grind so deep he forgets what life is like outside of Molly's heat. Fjord feels his mate cinch around his cock and he fucks him harder as Molly comes, forcing him closer to the headboard in a quickening bang of wood against the bedroom wall that leaves no one in the bedrooms above or rooms below in any doubt as to what is going on.
Whereas Molly is loud as the nine hells, Fjord comes with a low snarl and grasps at a hip and thigh as he drags Molly back roughly, hauling him back onto his cock instead of fucking forward. Like that, something in Fjord agrees, make him ache with it. His breath pants harshly against the curve of Molly's neck, tusks digging in to hold him steady in a bite as Molly is made his mate, his chosen one, Fjord's mind dances through red-hot instincts. ]
Fuck.
[ His voice is a snarl, sitting back on his haunches so that Molly has to drape back and land squarely on his cock which is still spitting come inside the tiefling's used hole, ridges stretching him nice and wide to take it all even though it shines on green thighs where it inevitably drips free. From this new angle, Fjord can see the slight bulge his cock makes in a lavender navel and his possessiveness rages with satisfaction, palming over it. That's him. Yesyesyesyesyes.
[ He's not sure when they tipped over from lovemaking to this hot, desperate breeding, but Molly isn't complaining despite the ache from his bruised body. Fjord is fucking him so well that it's making his mind blank out as well, all pleasure and want and feeling utterly claimed.
He wants to be fucked like this forever. When they come home, he'll never need anyone other than half-orc, he knows that now. Molly's addicted, consumed by it all and those growled, possessive words making him whine with how hot they are. ]
Fjord... gods, Fjord.
[ He feels like a broken man and it is starting to hurt with how oversensitive his spent hole is, but at the same time he doesn't want to stop. ]
[ A wave of tension rolls through him as he starts to come one final time, working Molly full of it. Grunts and gasps bury in the tiefling's hair as Fjord grinds up from behind, palming at his boyfriend's chest to tease nipples and rake claws down the soft insides of Molly's quaking thighs, a hand gliding to the bulge on Molly's navel as Fjord hugs him close through the last few tremors and fills him with his seed. It drips down onto Fjord's thighs from that overworked hole already, even with him still buried inside. ]
[ He's a trembling, overstimulated mess as he whines out his promise like a mantra, gasping as his sensitive spots are teased by clever hands. Fjord is encompassing all of him, outside and inside, feeling that big cock push against a green hand and just absolutely ruin him for anyone else.
Molly's so close to Fjord, so full of come and love and almost delirious pleasure, and he holds on to the headboard like it's a lifeline so he doesn't collapse. ]
[ There's one last low, loud growl at Molly's back, and then Fjord wraps his arms around him where he has him pinned to the headboard and gives a far less orcish cuddle. Endorphins start to fade, allowing him to think, and he tilts Molly's chin around to kiss him slowly, telling him the story of his love without words. His cock still sits flush against a raw pink hole, although it finally starts softening inside. ]
[ Molly's reduced to a boneless puddle in those arms, unable to keep himself up any more and just trusting that Fjord has him. He meets the kiss softly, all sweetness and exhaustion in one as his lips curl into a smile.
He feels like he was just fucked out of his mind, and he loves this man so, so much. ]
[ It's his responsibility to take care of Molly and he eases free while holding him up at the waist, ensuring Molly can close his legs at his own pace and not just fall backwards onto the bed. ]
Easy, Molls, I'm right here ... Hold onto me.
[ However long it takes, Fjord has the patience to make sure his mate and boyfriend is comfortably laid back in their bed to recover. ]
[ It takes him a moment to get his limbs to work and his brain to engage, holding on to Fjord happily with a dazed, pleased look on his face. He's wobbly, and unsteady, so when he's finally down on his back in the bed he's pretty much boneless. ]
That was... wow...
[ He says, a small laugh leaving him as he looks up at his boyfriend. The fur is wet with come and it's still leaking out of that open pink hole, but Molly just looks so utterly pleased. ]
[ He helps arrange Molly so he's able to catch his breath, then disappears to find a cool wet flannel from the bathroom. He tidies up briefly in there with a wash over his own junk, because it can't help.
The sight of Molly spread out is a homely one when Fjord walks back in. ]
Let me clean off the worst, then we can sleep. Okay?
[ While Fjord goes to get the cloth, Molly slowly comes back to himself. He feels so good in his brain, but he's also physically aching terribly all over - bruises making their existence know again once all the endorphins slow. He groans and turns his head to his lover with a somewhat sheepish look. ]
Could you... maybe do that healing thing, too? My body just remembered I got beat up today.
[ He casts Cure Wounds at fifth-level since he may as well and Molly deserves it. The teal light that emanates from his hands shimmers over all the wounds and aches in his boyfriend's body, adding thirty-one points of healing to the mix of aftercare.
Sweaty plum curls are brushed back from Molly's forehead. ]
Hah! You are [ tossing the fur to the floor and clambering into bed with him under clean blankets, ] absolutely adorable when you're fucked out of your mind. Come here, you big baby.
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Up, Fjord then asks, and up Molly goes when he's lifted. It seems it was time to make more gouges in the headboard and the tiefling whines with pleasure and slight overwhelmment as that cock leaves him, even if briefly.
He immediately leans back to sink it inside himself again once prompted, so wet and sloppy that there's barely any friction at all until the last ridges are in. ]
Gods!
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What if they took that crazy potion home and he fucked Molly while his mate was fertile? Fjord's head races with possibilities as they make love. He reaches down between Molly's legs to lightly stroke him, gentle but insistent. ]
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He's so full of all that half-orc seed, getting off on how it will drip out of him later, and he claws hard at the headboard as those balls drain inside him over and over, making a mess of both the tiefling and their bed.
He loves that.
Fjord absently dreams of green tieflings with little tusks, a thousand possibilities as a big hand strokes Molly just perfectly - and he finally tips over, coming hard on that perfect cock and tightening around it with a yowl. ]
Yes!
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Whereas Molly is loud as the nine hells, Fjord comes with a low snarl and grasps at a hip and thigh as he drags Molly back roughly, hauling him back onto his cock instead of fucking forward. Like that, something in Fjord agrees, make him ache with it. His breath pants harshly against the curve of Molly's neck, tusks digging in to hold him steady in a bite as Molly is made his mate, his chosen one, Fjord's mind dances through red-hot instincts. ]
Fuck.
[ His voice is a snarl, sitting back on his haunches so that Molly has to drape back and land squarely on his cock which is still spitting come inside the tiefling's used hole, ridges stretching him nice and wide to take it all even though it shines on green thighs where it inevitably drips free. From this new angle, Fjord can see the slight bulge his cock makes in a lavender navel and his possessiveness rages with satisfaction, palming over it. That's him. Yesyesyesyesyes.
Lost in a mating frenzy, his mind blanks. ]
Such a good bitch for me to breed.
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He wants to be fucked like this forever. When they come home, he'll never need anyone other than half-orc, he knows that now. Molly's addicted, consumed by it all and those growled, possessive words making him whine with how hot they are. ]
Fjord... gods, Fjord.
[ He feels like a broken man and it is starting to hurt with how oversensitive his spent hole is, but at the same time he doesn't want to stop. ]
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[ A wave of tension rolls through him as he starts to come one final time, working Molly full of it. Grunts and gasps bury in the tiefling's hair as Fjord grinds up from behind, palming at his boyfriend's chest to tease nipples and rake claws down the soft insides of Molly's quaking thighs, a hand gliding to the bulge on Molly's navel as Fjord hugs him close through the last few tremors and fills him with his seed. It drips down onto Fjord's thighs from that overworked hole already, even with him still buried inside. ]
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[ He's a trembling, overstimulated mess as he whines out his promise like a mantra, gasping as his sensitive spots are teased by clever hands. Fjord is encompassing all of him, outside and inside, feeling that big cock push against a green hand and just absolutely ruin him for anyone else.
Molly's so close to Fjord, so full of come and love and almost delirious pleasure, and he holds on to the headboard like it's a lifeline so he doesn't collapse. ]
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Oh ...
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He feels like he was just fucked out of his mind, and he loves this man so, so much. ]
Ngh...
[ Okay, speaking isn't happening yet. ]
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[ It's his responsibility to take care of Molly and he eases free while holding him up at the waist, ensuring Molly can close his legs at his own pace and not just fall backwards onto the bed. ]
Easy, Molls, I'm right here ... Hold onto me.
[ However long it takes, Fjord has the patience to make sure his mate and boyfriend is comfortably laid back in their bed to recover. ]
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That was... wow...
[ He says, a small laugh leaving him as he looks up at his boyfriend. The fur is wet with come and it's still leaking out of that open pink hole, but Molly just looks so utterly pleased. ]
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[ He helps arrange Molly so he's able to catch his breath, then disappears to find a cool wet flannel from the bathroom. He tidies up briefly in there with a wash over his own junk, because it can't help.
The sight of Molly spread out is a homely one when Fjord walks back in. ]
Let me clean off the worst, then we can sleep. Okay?
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Could you... maybe do that healing thing, too? My body just remembered I got beat up today.
[ He's an adorable hypocrite, okay? ]
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[ He casts Cure Wounds at fifth-level since he may as well and Molly deserves it. The teal light that emanates from his hands shimmers over all the wounds and aches in his boyfriend's body, adding
thirty-one points ofhealing to the mix of aftercare.Sweaty plum curls are brushed back from Molly's forehead. ]
Feel better?
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Aside from sex exhaustion, he feels amazing. hell, even the sex exhaustion is amazing. ]
Much. Thank you.
[ He smiles and reaches for Fjord to join him in bed... and maybe toss the fur on the floor for tonight. ]
I think I was made for you. I adore everything you do.
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[ All the cuddling, all the kisses. ]
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Molly meets a few sweet kisses and holds Fjord close, but he's very, very quickly falling asleep, brain and body completely spent. ]
Mmm... lov'you.
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I love you, Mollymauk. Get some rest so I can spoil you with breakfast in bed tomorrow.
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