It was their last night in Hupperdook and the Blushing Tankard.


Fjord swallowed hard, watching Molly as they dragged themselves back to their room; exhausted, injured, but- successful.


They had managed to keep those kids out of an orphanage, reunited a family, and found a good place for Kiri.


All in all… things felt good. They had done good. The fights had been rough, but they had succeeded.


And he was trying very hard not to watch Molly with naked hunger.


Molly had been the one to finish off the construct, and… Fjord had the awkward task of walking out of there with soaked underwear and trying to hide his erection. Not that he didn’t have experience- his heat had made awkward moments like this happen every year since… He shoved that thought down.


Molly had sat down on the bed, and glanced over, eyes meeting his. They locked, and Fjord was the first one to break, looking down.


“You feeling better?” he asked.


Fjord flushed. “Yes.” He fidgeted with the cord on his armor, trying not to stare at the ink and scars visible underneath Molly’s shirt. “Just…”


“I thought your heat was over?”


Fjord shook his head. “Should be. Right now I’m just-”


Molly's mouth twitched into a tired smirk. “Got some steam to blow off? See something you like?”


Fjord opened his mouth and closed it, before nodding. Molly had helped him through his heat; water, towels, making excuses for him to the others when he needed more time alone. He hadn’t laid a hand on him without permission. Helped him keep things under wraps. Left when Fjord had been too embarrassed to get himself off with an audience. Had stayed, when Fjord had asked for help.


And now he was trying not to squirm.


“I told you, not touching you until you can use your words,” Molly reminded him, eyes dancing with amusement even as they blinked in exhaustion. “Want something? Ask for it.”


“You helped me before. But you didn’t even get your dick wet,” Fjord said, feeling his pussy clench as Molly stroked himself through his pants. “Maybe-”


“I didn’t. But this isn’t about me. I would like fuck you. Your pussy was so soaked. Tasted so good. Getting to watch your face-” Molly licked his lips. “Tell me what you want.”


Fjord bit his lip. Took a deep breath. “I want you. In me. Your cock. It- it's safe. I want you to come inside me.” It came out in a rush, whispered, almost inaudible.


Molly put out his hand. “Come here?”


He did.


// ”Well, look here,” Lorenzo said, as Fjord was dragged before him. “Pretty little sow, aren’t you? Cute piggy.” He grabbed Fjord’s face. He was about to try to spit, but -

“Now, now, now- you want your friends to watch as I breed that cute little hole of yours?” A cruel smile crossed his face. “Because I sure as hell will make you watch as I put spawn in their bellies if you don’t behave.” //


He took Molly’s hand, let himself be drawn into Molly’s lap, mouth, lips, tongue meeting and melting together with a groan. They fumbled free of his armor, scattering it across the floor and letting himself be pushed back onto the bed.


He let himself touch; plucking at Molly’s linen shirt, hands stroking his hot skin, his scars and tattoos, his lithe muscles. He shivered as Molly kissed down his neck, brush over his collar bone, find his tits-


// his pants ripped, flung over a table - //


He came. He felt his face heat as his cunt pulsed, clenched on nothing, just from Molly touching his nipples.


Maybe he wasn’t as over his heat as he had thought.


“I am so happy I’m getting to do this to you,” Molly purred. “You are so sensitive.”


Fjord breathed hard, wrapping his legs around Molly’s waist, tangling his fingers in Molly’s hair. “Been awhile.”


Another kiss. Warm, callused hands dragged the skin of chest, belly, thighs, and propped himself up on one elbow to take himself in hand. “Hope it’s worth the wait.”


Fjord closed his eyes as he felt the head of Molly’s cock at his entrance, then mewed (mewed! Fuck! ) as he slid home.


Molly swore as Fjord clawed his back, infernal crackling the air as his first few thrusts were slow, before finding a rhythm.


Fjord let himself get caught up in the feeling of being stretched, filled up, of Molly’s scent of spice and smoke, the ache of his spread legs and the heat between their bodies. Of the building knot of pleasure just under his navel.


“Oh gods you feel good,” Molly said, kissing him again. “Nice and wet for me-” Fjord couldn’t stop himself from mewing again, panting as Molly moved over him. “You like that? Like hearing me tell you how good you are?”


Fjord hissed, opening his eyes to Molly’s red ones, and nodded. “You are,” Molly went on. “You’re warm, and handsome, and-”


//”Damn whore,” Lorenzo growled. Fjord flinched, anticipating the blow that cracked across his face. Then cruel laughter. “No wonder that stupid little demon-blood fought so hard. He already bred you up. Hm. I’m curious to see what comes of it. //