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CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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It would take another day for the worst of it to take effect. For now he just was hot, sore, and cranky, and-

“Fjord, sweetheart, are you sure you want to take the floor?” Molly asked, and he blinked at the tiefling, sitting on the bed, eyes narrowed in concern. “If it helps, I promise I won’t molest you in your sleep.”

Fjord sniffed; his sense of smell always got stronger right before a heat, and the stench of mildew and rot was overpowering. Molly smelled… well, he knew what interest smelled like. But-

“Don’t think I won’t charm you for your own good,” Molly threatened. “And you look like shit.”
Fjord almost growled. Almost, because he never growled, because that would just be letting people think he was the monster they saw. He couldn’t do that.

He couldn’t be less than human, even if he was a half-orc.

“I’m fine-”

Molly sighed. “Have it your way-”

He didn’t feel it, this time, but was feeling so out of it he didn’t know if he would. Instead he just gave in and laid down on the bed without protest.

“Now, you have to tell me what’s going on,” Molly answered, sitting beside him. Cool fingers brushed his forehead, and he heard the tiefling swear under his breath. “You’re burning up.”

“Do I have to?” Fjord muttered. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You can be embarrassed once you’re well.” Fjord didn’t react when Molly gently brushed his hair off his face. “This isn’t normal. I really should be getting Jester-”

“No- no-” he didn’t want her to see. To know. He liked being her knight in shining armor, even if he was playing pretend. “It- this is.” He took a deep breath, let it hiss out. “It’s… it’s normal. I’m- please don’t tell anyone.”

Molly’s red eyes fixed on him. “I’m a master of secrets. I promise. Nothing leaves this room.”

“Fuck… I’m… starting my heat.” He could feel his body temperature still ratcheting up; his skin felt dry and tight, his stomach was churning as something inside him swelled and ripened. Getting ready to quicken. He prayed to anyone who would listen that the sweat and slick wouldn’t start until later. As much later as he could get.

There was silence for a few moments. “So, what Caleb said about half-orcs-”

“I lied.”

The fingers in his hair kept stroking. “I thought you had. You looked pretty spooked. I wasn’t sure about what, but, well, it wasn’t any of our business anyways.” He sighed. “So… what should we do for you?”

Fjord shuddered. His first fear had been that Molly would offer to ‘help’ him, like some of the other sailors had. ~~Like Sabian had.~~ That he would be taken out and humiliated when he was weak as a newborn kitten and his senses so swamped that he couldn’t tell what the fuck was happening.

“Most times,” and his accent wobbled, had a stomach churning moment because he couldn’t be sure - and hoped against hope he had kept his voice as Vandran’s- “Most times, I find a room with a sturdy door for a day or two, drink myself into a stupor or find a potion and try to sleep it out.”

“The smut books didn’t really cover this part,” Molly said softly. “So you want us to leave you to it? We can take an extra day. How aware are you?”

“Not a lot. Usually hurting too much.”

Molly’s eyes narrowed. “We can find something for the pain. But what about the whole, um-”

“Not keeping my legs closed, a little slut?” The Asylum nurse’s words echoed in his ears. Childhood bullies surrounded him, taunting and urging each other on as he struggled under- no. Not now. Don’t go there now. “Turning into a whore?”

Molly’s fingers tightened. “The hell? Who told you- your accent changed, Fjord. No, goddamnit. You aren’t bad for wanting sex, and just wanting sex doesn’t mean anyone has to right to-” He choked. Fjord thought he saw his other hand clench in the scratchy wool blanket. “That’s- I’m going to get something for you to drink. You’re burning up.”

Fjord closed his eyes; the mattress rocked and the door opened and closed. He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, Molly was there again, urging him up so he could put a flagon to his lips.

“Drink up.”

Given how his stomach had churned, he was surprised to find himself able to drink most of it without throwing it back up. “Now- I made some excuses that you picked up something in the swamp.” Molly had put one of his hands behind Fjord’s back, and he was starting to shiver and lean into him; the warm radiating off Molly’s body drew him in. “Will you be okay by yourself?”

Fjord looked at him through bleary eyes. “Shouldn’t that charm spell have worn off by now?”

Molly bent his lips upward. “It would if I had ever cast it.”

Fjord flipped him off, curling in tight as he started to shake. “Fucking hell, Molly-” He looked over in time to see the small smile vanish off his face.

“Now, this can’t be-”

“One of the bad ones,” Fjord muttered. He hated when the shakes started. It usually meant a blur of the next day. “But it’s normal.”

More swearing. “Can I touch you? I mean, it would have been lovely to know that this was coming up so we could, possibly, have found a safe place and how to prepare and-”

“It’s late. Was due just before. The explosion.”

Molly pursed his lips. “All right. I’m glad you’ve kept talking to me.” He felt his warm body against his back, while lips that seemed impossibly cool were against his forehead. “This is awful. Can I take your clothes off, so I can get you into- no, that’s not coming out right. Can I put you into bed and get your armor off so you’ll be comfortable?”

Fjord tensed, braced himself, and nodded.

To his shock… Molly just helped him out of his armor. No unwelcome touches. No mockery. Just brisk, business-like actions and then Molly settling down beside him in the bed, sans boots and coat.

Usually the most clothing Molly, at best, would wear to sleep was his underwear-

“I’m not sleeping in the water, Fjord,” he said, drily. “But I’m not touching you unless you want to be touched, you understand?”

Fjord nodded. He was wrapped up in the blankets as Molly curled up next to him. “You need anything, let me know, okay?”

Another nod, and Molly settled down to sleep.

// The silence ached.

The lack of sound meant his mind was filling in the gaps; he thought he caught the sound of Beau calling his name, of Molly’s soft endearments in his ear. But nothing. Just empty, constant silence.

It almost wept when he could hear again.

His legs were a knotted mess as he was dragged out and marched to another set of cages, collapsing a few times before he was pulled to his feet and shoved somewhere else. He looked over to Jester and Yasha, both of them staring at him in the dark.

Around them were sobs, muffled cries, the smell of piss and fear.

They were there maybe a short time before one of their captors swung free the door, and looked at the three of them with speculation in her eyes.

“Well, bitches, who is going first?”

He hadn’t been able to act before, and he was exhausted- but he could do this. He struggled upwards to his knees, throwing himself bodily between his friends and their nightmare.

“Well. Always nice to have a volunteer.” //

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. //

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.

And when at last, they did…

Molly wasn’t there.

I love all of this, oh my god. Really interesting take on the biological aspects of orcs, and the scenes between Fjord and Molly during his heat were very good (and hot). I (not the OP for this prompt) had also been doing a little writing based on this, but in a very different vein. I would love to see what happens next!

Glad you liked it! I'm the OP, actually. I said I would do a self-fill and I went ahead and did it. And I really enjoy unique takes on ABO-verse and how it would work with a fantasy race.

That Fjord didn’t even bother to fight him when he offered the bed let Molly know something was really wrong. Not even a spell. Just the suggestion of using one.

That was really, really messed up.

“Do I have to?” Fjord said, voice a soft whine after Molly’s prompting. He sounded miserable. Molly, despite himself, started brushing his forehead, and promptly pulled his hand away. His skin was scalding; even with his own resistance to fire it was uncomfortable. “It’s embarrassing.”
So he left to make excuses. Fjord had been pretty adamant about Jester not seeing him like that; as much as he hated to do it, he recruited Beau for help to keep her distracted. Thankfully, Beau did understand that sometimes you had to lick your wounds in peace, and didn’t come after either of them. Instead she cut Jester off and kept her busy for the rest of the afternoon. Afterwards, he had gotten Fjord comfortable and out of his armor, without making more panic or nerves.

That night though… Molly laid down, stretching out, sighing at how warm he was going to get in his clothes, but he was not going to touch Fjord in any way he might not want tonight. At all.

The decision was quickly taken out of his hands, when in the middle of the night, he was enveloped by an affectionate green octopus. He awoke to Fjord’s face buried in his shirt, one leg flung over his while he started grinding against his thigh. Heat leaked out to soak Molly’s trousers. From the way he sounded, he was close to coming.

He bit his lip, thought hard of mucking stables, and woke Fjord up.

It was a little too easy to pry information from Fjord when he was like this, and Molly felt a bit guilty to use whatever this was to get some information out of him. So he didn’t bring up the orb and that weirdness. Instead, he focused on the fact that Fjord was ill.

He hadn’t really thought about a reason for why Fjord was so skittish around sex and sexuality; it had just been funny to get him flustered. He had figured that Fjord was just someone who had a prudish background. Now… he started to get the impression that there were other reasons.

“How long has this been happening?” he asked, after returning to Fjord with something to drink and a handful of towels.

Fjord had just looked at him, eyes unfocused with fever. “Started this afternoon.”

“No- I mean, how long?”

“I was… eleven, the first time?”

That was enough to make Molly freeze. “You’ve been going through these since you were a literal child?”

“Half-orc.” Sweat was pouring off his face. “We grow fast. At least, that’s what the Nurse said. Told me… be careful.” His voice trailed off. “She was nearly out of penny royal and wild carrot seeds. Might not have any for next year.”

“I think there’s a lot of people in Port Damali I need to visit,” Molly answered, bloody vengeance on his mind. Fucking hell, Fjord, he didn’t say. He couldn’t do anything about it now. Just keep Fjord comfortable. “So… every year since you were… a child?” He nearly choked on the words.

“Yeah.”

Fucking hell. Fucking hell that filled in just enough gaps for his imagination to run wild.

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-

Fjord came. Then came again. Molly shuddered; he was achingly hard in his pants as he tried to swallow. He was pulling away when Fjord came for a third time, barely missing his face.

It didn’t take much more to wring out a fourth orgasm. Molly had never thought he would be envious of orcs but if their refractory period was this short-

Fjord relaxed into the blanket below him, and Molly crawled back up to check in. “Good for you?”

There were teeth marks on his hand, but nothing broke the skin. “Yeah,” he breathed, and Molly felt a little smug at the dazed, well fucked expression. While he knew that this was something Fjord didn’t like, he had to take some pride in making a lover-

He winced. Fjord wasn’t his lover. Fjord was some bastard who had a condition he was helping with. This was temporary, this was for someone who had been hurt in ways he didn’t want to imagine, this was never going to be for him.

Speaking of which. He got to his knees to leave.

“Where are you-”

Molly brushed his hands over Fjord’s cheek, and leaned back, his dick tenting his own pants. “I, ah, need to take care of something.”

Fjord’s eyes went wide. Molly hid his cringe- he didn’t want to frighten Fjord- when a hand was on his shoulder. “You don’t have to leave.”

“Not sticking it in-”

“No,” and now Fjord was flushed. “But- but you shouldn’t have to- I don’t mind if you-”

Molly’s eyebrows went up. Fjord had usually gone out into the hall or hidden whenever Molly had shown even a hint of skin. “You…” He realized he was palming himself, feeling his erection get harder in his hands. Gods, Fjord was pretty in the afterglow. “Don’t mind?”

Fjord nodded, swallowed. “I can… help.”

“You aren’t obligated.”

“I want to.”
~*~*~*~*~

It had been about a tenday, when Molly woke up in his tent, reached out to touch Fjord’s shoulder… only for his hands to touch empty blankets.

Molly found himself frowning; Fjord was already up? He liked to sleep just as much as Molly. Gone for a piss, maybe?

But the blankets were cold. Fjord’s body was a furnace, and Molly had been looking forward to arguing over who would be the little spoon last night. Maybe tease him a bit before drifting off. He could still smell Fjord on his clothes.

He laid there, not quite awake, telling himself it was nothing. That nothing was wrong. Maybe Fjord had just gotten up and was giving the last person on watch-

Wait. He was meant to be the last person on watch.

He sat up, hearing Nott call for Jester. Beau calling for Yasha. He clambered out of his tent, looking around. They all surged into a panic, trying to find their friends- the realization that Yasha and Fjord had been caught, that Jester had likely been there because of her big ol’crushie on Fjord- and found a dwarf instead.

There was a rush to head off the kidnappers- the Iron Shepherds- and he found himself chafing, chomping at the bit.

They had to wait a night.

Taking watch with Beau was not his idea of a good time.

He tried to distract her with cards, but-

“So. You and Fjord,” Beau asked, after a moment of her staring at his cards and refusing to take one.

“Is now the time or place?”

“Can’t think of a better one. Because otherwise we’ll not talk to each other again. So- you know that Jester’s in love with him, right?”

Molly’s tail curled around his leg. “I know. She can thank me for breaking him in for her.”

Beau glared. “Really. Not cool, man. She really likes him.”

“I’m not denying that. But Fjord asked me for help with a problem.” He rubbed his chin, staring into the fire. Beau had helped run interference earlier- “Did you end up reading Tusk Love, too?”

“Eh, no. Too much dick for me.”
Molly snorted. “Fair enough. But I know Jester talked your ear off about it.” He dropped his tone. “Fjord… he’s not like that. He’s- remember what Caleb said? About the-”

“No-” her eyes went wide. “Fjord? Really?”

“Makes some sense, doesn’t it, though? He’s always been squirrely about certain topics.”

“And you got no sense of boundaries,” Beau chimed in. Molly acknowledged this with a nod.

“But he went into heat last week, which is why-” And he saw Beau wince. He tried to be as detached as possible while explaining, keep out the more graphic parts. “But he did mention that this had been happening since he was a child.”

“Wait, what?” Her face went pale. Because she was able to fill in the blanks as much as he did. “I think-”

“Want to join me in setting a lot of places on fire?”

Her face had pinched, cheeks flushed with rage. “We can agree on that.” She paused. “But that’s a nice distraction. You going to back off after we get our friends back, or what?”

Molly opened his mouth- then closed it. “I suppose it depends on Fjord. If he is in love with Jester, I won’t stand in his way. I… I like him. But sex doesn’t make a relationship and whatever this is, has just started, and I was convenient.”

Beau sighed. “Sounds like Jester’s not the only one with a crush.”

Molly looked down at his tail, which was laying across his lap now. “In the circus, we took care of our own. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh. Right.”

Molly took a deep breath, and pulled out his deck. “So, the best lie you ever told…”

This is a really lovely series.
I always enjoy an omega Fjord and this take has some really wonderful moments of charm and darkness.

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