He came again, listening to Molly’s whispers, kissing and pleading with him for more. And Molly kept touching him, stroking his dick and groaning. It wasn’t long before Molly spent himself, and Fjord purred at the feeling of extra, sticky mess inside him.
“How was that?” Another kiss. Nose to nose. He loved Molly’s eyes. “Was it what you wanted?”
He kept his eyes there. He didn’t want to let this moment go. Didn’t want anything else to interrupt-
// “I like sows. They breed fast. Six months and we’ll see if this little spawn of yours is as stubborn as its sire.” //
He focused on the details. On Molly. The scent of the night, the summer humidity, of setting up camp and enjoying the moment. Of embarrassed flirting and touching. Of awkwardly sneaking out to the woods and taking Molly in his mouth, Molly covering his mouth as he turned him onto his hands and knees.
A little embarrassed, later, to go on watch and feel Molly’s spend still leaking out, just a little, and Yasha giving him a sly smile as he went on watch.
“I’ve not seen Molly this cheerful in a long time,” she whispered. “I’m glad for you.”
He almost opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again when Jester came out, and conversation turned to what they had done in Hupperdook.
Things seemed to really be looking up-
// He was thrown back into the cell, bouncing off the stone.
He hurt. Gods, he hurt. He could see Jester’s eyes, but Yasha was no longer there. Anguish stabbed through him, as bad as the pain radiating from his belly and groin. He had hoped to put off their tortures, at least for a night.
No words were spoken. None could be, with their gags. But in his mind, echoed Lorenzo’s words. Demon spawn, already inside him.
The stubborn demon-blood from earlier.
He was already pregnant… and it was Molly’s. That- that shouldn’t have been possible. //
He forced himself back into that moment. His favorite. In Hupperdook, Molly’s smaller body sprawled across his own, his cock going soft inside him but not pulling out just yet. Pleasant exhaustion soaking his limbs and belly, soft aftershocks of pleasure making him gasp whenever Molly moved. Fingers in his hair, sweat and scent all over him.
He clung to that thought, to the comfort of it, to hoping against hope that the others would come for them.
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Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (4/?)
Date: 2020-06-19 09:15 am (UTC)“How was that?” Another kiss. Nose to nose. He loved Molly’s eyes. “Was it what you wanted?”
He kept his eyes there. He didn’t want to let this moment go. Didn’t want anything else to interrupt-
// “I like sows. They breed fast. Six months and we’ll see if this little spawn of yours is as stubborn as its sire.” //
He focused on the details. On Molly. The scent of the night, the summer humidity, of setting up camp and enjoying the moment. Of embarrassed flirting and touching. Of awkwardly sneaking out to the woods and taking Molly in his mouth, Molly covering his mouth as he turned him onto his hands and knees.
A little embarrassed, later, to go on watch and feel Molly’s spend still leaking out, just a little, and Yasha giving him a sly smile as he went on watch.
“I’ve not seen Molly this cheerful in a long time,” she whispered. “I’m glad for you.”
He almost opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again when Jester came out, and conversation turned to what they had done in Hupperdook.
Things seemed to really be looking up-
// He was thrown back into the cell, bouncing off the stone.
He hurt. Gods, he hurt. He could see Jester’s eyes, but Yasha was no longer there. Anguish stabbed through him, as bad as the pain radiating from his belly and groin. He had hoped to put off their tortures, at least for a night.
No words were spoken. None could be, with their gags. But in his mind, echoed Lorenzo’s words. Demon spawn, already inside him.
The stubborn demon-blood from earlier.
He was already pregnant… and it was Molly’s. That- that shouldn’t have been possible. //
He forced himself back into that moment. His favorite. In Hupperdook, Molly’s smaller body sprawled across his own, his cock going soft inside him but not pulling out just yet. Pleasant exhaustion soaking his limbs and belly, soft aftershocks of pleasure making him gasp whenever Molly moved. Fingers in his hair, sweat and scent all over him.
He clung to that thought, to the comfort of it, to hoping against hope that the others would come for them.
And when at last, they did…
Molly wasn’t there.