The sheer embarrassment radiating off Fjord as he tried to fling himself off the bed made him regret his actions. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he reassured Fjord, keeping his voice soft.
“You’re fine. It’s ok.” He didn’t touch Fjord. Not yet. “You… I guess you’re feeling pretty needy right now, right?”
The panicked look on Fjord’s face killed his half-chub. “No, I’m not- I’m not going to fuck you.” He relaxed. “But- I’ll leave if you need to get off, or you can use my thigh again, or I would be honored to use my hands and mouth on you. I won’t put it in, though. And I won’t do anything until you say it.”
And that was how he wound up sleeping in the taproom that night, which was drier than the room itself.
It was their last night in Berleben, though, and they were able to move on. Fjord was able to keep himself on an even keel during the day, though, even with Molly watching him like a hawk. It wasn’t until that night in their shared tent that he had nearly fallen apart.
He had asked, voice a low hiss of desperation, to help him get off. Molly, nodded, and gestured to Fjord to come to him, offering his thigh- Fjord straddling it, grinding down, covering his own mouth to stifle the groans.
“Can I hold you?”
Nod. Fjord’s eyes were closed, but Molly took the permission to curl around his wider shoulders. Stroke his hair while Fjord’s hips moved. You poor bastard. I can’t remember anything, but this misery you’ve had your whole life…
Fjord kept moving against him, but stopped, hissing to himself and lashing out to claw at the dirt under them. “I can’t- why can’t I-”
His voice was different again. Molly didn’t really recognize the accent; but he did note the desperation. “Let me know what you need.”
Fjord bit his lip. “Your- your hands? I need something inside me.”
Molly took a deep breath. Stay calm, ignore that the handsome orc was asking him to touch him; focus on the friend-in-need. “Take off your pants?”
There was a look of fear on Fjord’s face as he looked away, and moved to comply. It made Molly’s chest clench. “I’ll do my best to pay attention, but I’m not a mind reader. Something doesn’t feel good- not bad, just not good - say something. I want you to feel good, Fjord. I know this isn’t something you’ve chosen, but I don’t want to touch you in a way you don’t like.”
Fjord’s expression eased, just a bit, and he nodded, as he finished shimming out of his pants.
Molly was grateful for his dark vision as he let Fjord go to reposition himself. Had the circumstances been different, he would have been chuckling wildly and thanking the Moonweaver for the feast. He mentally smacked himself.
He had seen Fjord naked in the baths before; with a jolt, he realized that Fjord had to have been concealing his bits with a spell. He swallowed down another wave of pity.
What he found was a nice cock, if a little smaller than what the illusion had hidden. He could imagine a good ride, if Fjord was ever interested in being on top.
His hole was cute as well, small and tucked away behind his non-existent balls. He couldn’t tell if it was flushed, because of the dark, but the lips were lush and wet, a faint shine in the gloom. He brushed his fingers along the seam, before sliding in, then two fingers inside.
He looked up in time to see Fjord covering his face to keep quiet, but he twitched and rocked, soft gasps and hitched breathing telling him when he found his g-spot. Molly felt himself smiling as he leaned down to take the head of Fjord’s erection into his mouth. The result was Fjord swearing before stuffing his fist between his teeth and clamping down.
He slipped in three fingers, four- he found himself smirking, remembering Caleb’s description of a boar’s cock, and carefully worked in his thumb-
Mollymauk/Fjord A/B/O mpreg, breeding kink, Someone to Remember Him By (6/?)
“You’re fine. It’s ok.” He didn’t touch Fjord. Not yet. “You… I guess you’re feeling pretty needy right now, right?”
The panicked look on Fjord’s face killed his half-chub. “No, I’m not- I’m not going to fuck you.” He relaxed. “But- I’ll leave if you need to get off, or you can use my thigh again, or I would be honored to use my hands and mouth on you. I won’t put it in, though. And I won’t do anything until you say it.”
And that was how he wound up sleeping in the taproom that night, which was drier than the room itself.
It was their last night in Berleben, though, and they were able to move on. Fjord was able to keep himself on an even keel during the day, though, even with Molly watching him like a hawk. It wasn’t until that night in their shared tent that he had nearly fallen apart.
He had asked, voice a low hiss of desperation, to help him get off. Molly, nodded, and gestured to Fjord to come to him, offering his thigh- Fjord straddling it, grinding down, covering his own mouth to stifle the groans.
“Can I hold you?”
Nod. Fjord’s eyes were closed, but Molly took the permission to curl around his wider shoulders. Stroke his hair while Fjord’s hips moved. You poor bastard. I can’t remember anything, but this misery you’ve had your whole life…
Fjord kept moving against him, but stopped, hissing to himself and lashing out to claw at the dirt under them. “I can’t- why can’t I-”
His voice was different again. Molly didn’t really recognize the accent; but he did note the desperation. “Let me know what you need.”
Fjord bit his lip. “Your- your hands? I need something inside me.”
Molly took a deep breath. Stay calm, ignore that the handsome orc was asking him to touch him; focus on the friend-in-need. “Take off your pants?”
There was a look of fear on Fjord’s face as he looked away, and moved to comply. It made Molly’s chest clench. “I’ll do my best to pay attention, but I’m not a mind reader. Something doesn’t feel good- not bad, just not good - say something. I want you to feel good, Fjord. I know this isn’t something you’ve chosen, but I don’t want to touch you in a way you don’t like.”
Fjord’s expression eased, just a bit, and he nodded, as he finished shimming out of his pants.
Molly was grateful for his dark vision as he let Fjord go to reposition himself. Had the circumstances been different, he would have been chuckling wildly and thanking the Moonweaver for the feast. He mentally smacked himself.
He had seen Fjord naked in the baths before; with a jolt, he realized that Fjord had to have been concealing his bits with a spell. He swallowed down another wave of pity.
What he found was a nice cock, if a little smaller than what the illusion had hidden. He could imagine a good ride, if Fjord was ever interested in being on top.
His hole was cute as well, small and tucked away behind his non-existent balls. He couldn’t tell if it was flushed, because of the dark, but the lips were lush and wet, a faint shine in the gloom. He brushed his fingers along the seam, before sliding in, then two fingers inside.
He looked up in time to see Fjord covering his face to keep quiet, but he twitched and rocked, soft gasps and hitched breathing telling him when he found his g-spot. Molly felt himself smiling as he leaned down to take the head of Fjord’s erection into his mouth. The result was Fjord swearing before stuffing his fist between his teeth and clamping down.
He slipped in three fingers, four- he found himself smirking, remembering Caleb’s description of a boar’s cock, and carefully worked in his thumb-