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The joyous, drunken atmosphere of the grimy tavern was dying down as Molly and Jester chatted at the bar. Jester made a face at her chunky goat milk in a mug as Molly knocked back another shot of shitty whiskey. He was just on the edge of pleasantly buzzed now, and his blood was swimming with a soup of chemicals from a dose of…something Beau had shared with him earlier. Maybe it had been pennyroot? He couldn’t even remember exactly what it was and didn’t really care to know. He turned his head, the charms on his horns jingling pleasantly, and surveyed the room.
The Nein had chosen a rickety table closest to the bar in the cramped tavern, but only himself, Caleb, and Jester were still conscious. Fjord had gone up to their shared room some time ago, and Nott was face down on the table, snoring softly. Beau had wandered back to her room just a few minutes ago, high as fuck and claiming she wanted to “rediscover herself” while Jester was still having fun playing card games with Molly. Apparently, it took a bit more time to kick in for tieflings.
“How long do you think she needs? An hour? Maybe two?” Jester asked suggestively.
Molly laughed and held his hand up for another whiskey. “I’m not sure darling, perhaps she wants to take her time. You wanna play another round?” he said, holding up a recently shuffled deck.
Now that he thought about it, he felt an odd stirring in his gut. He tried to ignore it as he dealt out his cards onto a towel they had laid down to protect the thick cardstock from the sticky bar, but something like heat was creeping down toward his pelvis.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the last person he wanted to think about when horny thoughts started popping into his head, Caleb Widogast. Not because he was unattractive, of course, but because Molly wanted so badly to peel back those grimy layers and see what his wizard friend was hiding.
But Caleb was hunched over his spellbook, long nose nearly touching the page, copying a spell scroll they had found in a local shop that afternoon. Molly tried not to remember the beautiful smile and the way Caleb nearly vibrated out of his skin with barely concealed excitement when Molly had presented it to him. The elderly shopkeeper didn’t seem to even know what it was, because Molly had flattered him to no end about the books in his shop. He considered it one gold well spent when Caleb looked at him like that afterward.
The heat in Molly’s gut seemed to spike as he thought of Caleb’s stammered thanks and the honest-to-gods hug the human had pulled him into afterward. Caleb was finally starting to break out of his shell a bit, and Molly couldn’t be happier to help if Caleb kept looking at him like that forever.
However, at the moment, all the red-headed human was looking at was his spellbook, like it was the only thing in the world. Molly suddenly felt rather put out about that fact. After all, Caleb himself had said it would take days to copy, so a quick break wouldn’t really slow him down in the long run. Time for mischief then.
"What did you think of those bandits today?" Molly asked casually, flipping a card. The Lovers card was face up and he grinned broadly.
“Man, that wizard guy had it out for you! You nearly died!” Jester said with a wink.
At the word “wizard,” Caleb’s head snapped up, clearly no longer paying attention to his spell copying.
“Well, I dunno, he was quite handsome really. Not nearly as handsome as our dear dirt wizard though,” Molly purred, but he didn’t dare turn his head. He acted as if Caleb wasn’t there. Molly’s tail waved near Caleb’s face.
Jester giggled and waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Molly leaned in but didn’t lower his voice. "Listen, spell casters hate this fact, but if you just stick your fingers in their mouth while they're casting a spell with a verbal component… it’s literally more effective than a counterspell.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Molly clocked Caleb's face turning beet red. Jester grinned, catching on.
"It also works with pinning their hands against the wall when they're trying to use somatic components, too. My momma has done that before!” the blue tiefling replies.
"Basically, if you make out sloppy style while pressed against a wall, the spellcaster can't do anything,” Molly grinned triumphantly. Caleb was now furiously turning pages, his pale skin so red it looked like he was being boiled alive.
Molly hopped off the bar stool, putting his cards back in his pocket.
“On that note, I’m off to go think naughty thoughts about wizards. Jester, get Nott, would you?” Jester obliged by rousing the goblin enough to bundle her up and carry her. She walked upstairs as Molly stretched indulgently, trying to show off his lean body.
As Molly’s tail passed in front of Caleb’s face again, the human caught it, gripping the wriggling appendage tightly. Molly almost fell over but managed to grab a bar stool just in time as a moan was torn from his lips involuntarily. He finally turned his head toward Caleb, who was frozen in place in surprise. Molly felt slightly dizzy at how the simple touch was so much more intense than usual. Whatever he and Beau had ingested was definitely an aphrodisiac. Peskinroot? That must have been what it was called.
Caleb’s blue eyes were wide, and he let go of Molly’s tail as though burned. “I am sorry, Mollymauk. I am so sorry. I was listening to you and I just… nevermind.” The human stammered, putting his book in front of his face as if to hide.
Molly recovered from the overwhelming sensation, but just barely.
Blinking away a swooping arousal building inside him, Molly placed his hands on the table, leaning over and speaking directly to the leather of Caleb’s book.
“I was talking about testing out a theory about how to stop a spell caster. It’s almost too bad I don’t have any… volunteers. But the invitation is always open,” he purred.
Caleb remained completely still, not lowering the book. Molly turned to walk away, brushing the spade of his tail over the scruffy wizard’s cheek, and was a little disappointed when Caleb didn’t grab it again. He sauntered toward the stairs, swinging his hips more than usual.
At the top of the stairs, Molly redirected himself toward Caleb and Nott’s room, knowing that Jester had taken the goblin for the night. He didn't want to bother poor Fjord either. The man had to be tired of Molly’s masturbatory habits by now. As he approached the end of the hall, he heard a slow, heavy tromping up the stairs behind him.
Molly rushed the last two feet to the door and managed to slip inside, waving his tail merrily and hoping to the gods that Caleb saw it. He didn't want Caleb to be caught completely by surprise. If his plan to lure the wizard in didn't work he could get scorched to death, fire resistance be damned.
When he shut the door behind him, the room was pitch dark, but that was no issue for his tiefling senses. He knew it would be too dark for a human, but fortunately there were matches next to a candle on the bedside table. He lit it hastily and just managed to turn towards the door of the room when it slowly opened
Molly rushed into action, heart pounding. As soon as the door clicked shut, he grabbbed Caleb’s hands, pinning them swiftly against the door with the uncomfortable sound of knuckles hitting wood, hard. Molly winced in sympathy but Caleb just drew a deep breath of surprise. The tiefling slotted his knee between the human’s leg and leaned in to whisper in his ear, making his voice as sultry as possible.
“Well, well, well, seems you can’t use your somatics now, wizard,” Molly rumbled, his forked tongue teasing the lobe of the human’s ear. His hot breath rustled Caleb’s hair.
“Ja, Mollymauk, please—" Caleb whimpered, pupils blown wide.
Taking a risk, Molly kissed him. And kept kissing him. Caleb gasped as Molly pressed in, bringing their bodies flush together, his forked tongue searching. Oddly, Caleb didn't struggle at all. Molly had expected a bit of resistance from the prickly wizard, but to his great surprise, he earned another small whimper instead. And even more surprising, Caleb pressed his body toward the warmth of the tiefling, panting as he kissed back with enthusiasm. The moment hung, suspended as their lips were locked, their breath mingling.
The fire rising in Molly’s groin was fully raging now, and he vaguely realized he was half hard and getting harder. But he couldn't get enough, so he twined his fingers with the human’s, no longer pinning him, but instead holding his hands tightly as though he might Misty Step away.
Caleb licked into his mouth, practically devouring Molly in a way he never would have expected from the shy, quiet wizard. His tongue caught on one of Molly's fangs and he shuddered. Molly nibbled on his bottom lip, a sharp sensation, and Caleb moaned salaciously. Making a mental note, Molly continued to pepper in gentle nips between kisses. Each time he did so, there was a sharp intake of breath, another moan.
"I can think of other ways to keep your mouth occupied too," Molly pulled back slightly to whisper against Caleb's lips after moment.
The redhead dropped to his knees unceremoniously, the audible sound of knees on the wood making Molly wince again.
"Stop me from talking then, Mollymauk," the human begged huskily.
"Fuck me running," Molly breathed, his pulse thundering in his ears at the sound of his name in that sweet accent.
“Go ahead, then," the tiefling said with a wink, gesturing downward, trying to ignore the twitching of his cock in anticipation. He held his breath as Caleb worked his laces open, afraid of making one wrong move and sending the wizard running. The brush of fingertips and knuckles against the fabric made Molly's spine tingle as he struggled to stay still.
At last, cool air hit his flushed cock. He thought it might never have felt so good; it feels almost unreal. He had been idly pursuing Caleb for weeks, mostly because he seemed like the toughest one to crack besides Fjord, and now here they were. He had planned to sleep his way through the Nein, and it seemed to finally be working.
Caleb hesitated at the cock in front of him. "Scheiße Mollymauk, I did not think…"
"That it would be so big?" Molly finished with a salacious smile.
"Ja," Caleb said, audibly gulping.
Molly's cock was typical of tieflings, at least in his experience with others like himself. It was thicker than it was long, with prominent veins and a slight curve to the right. And along the top, three ridges, mirrored by smaller, softer bumps of cartilage on the underside.
Molly, steeped as he was in the drug, was just barely able to hold himself back from stroking himself. His ridges had not yet popped up, and Molly needed a second to stop that from happening. They usually scared people off, a bit of too-alien-anatomical-weirdness. Unable to stop Caleb any other way, Molly gripped the human's hair tightly. Caleb strained, and groaned deep in his throat, the sound more raw and animal than human.
"You don't have to," Molly hedged, though his cock thought nothing of the sort.
"Nein, I want to. Just…gently at first, until I adjust. I like it a little rougher as I…egh, get into it," Caleb confessed.
"Have you done this before?" Molly asked curiously.
"Ja, many a times when I was a younger man," Caleb admitted, a blush creeping up his face. How pretty.
"Oh good, didn't want to scare you away," the tiefling sighed in relief.
"I am far from scared, Mollymauk," Caleb said, and nosed at Molly's cock, planting a small kiss on the base. His beard was rough and made Molly shiver slightly.
"Thank the Moonweaver for that," Molly groaned. He ran his hand through Caleb's dirty hair and rested his palm on the back of the human's head. Not pressing…for now.
Caleb reached up almost reverently to hold Molly's length still. The touch of the wizard's hand felt like residual magic, even though Molly was sure none was being cast. The candlelight reflected duly off Caleb's copper hair as he began slowly peppering kisses and licks along Mollymauk's length, careful and light.
Molly couldn't help but feel his tail start lashing behind him impatiently. He desperately wanted to be inside that broad mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Caleb kissed the head of Molly's flushed violet cock, in the place where his slit was more magenta than purple. Molly huffed, putting a bit of pressure on Caleb's head, but didn't say anything at first.
Blue eyes turned up to him, wide and dark with obvious arousal.
“Is this really what you want? Is this ok?” Molly whispered. He berated himself mentally for being so careful. He wanted to fuck Caleb's face now; he needed to hurtle towards coming much faster than this. His tail wrapped around his own leg, trying to calm his thrumming blood. He just really needed to make this last-ditch effort to ensure this won't ruin future relations within the Nein. He would never forgive himself for what he wanted to do next if it was received badly. There was still a tiny part of his lust-soaked brain that was thinking about what would happen outside this room, beyond 'yes, fuck, let me ruin you.'
A beat, in which Caleb didn’t answer. He squirmed slightly and tried to move his head forward again, then gasped at Molly's now firm hand pulling his hair.
Molly was frozen, worried he had messed up when Caleb quietly asked, “Am I allowed to speak to you?” in careful, slow, deliberate, Common.
“Fuck. ‘Course you are,” Molly breathed. He understood now it was part of the impromptu game. Somewhere in the background of his mind, this felt dangerous, something that would cause a rift if he was seen as taking advantage of an unwilling participant while intoxicated. But the drug was making his heartbeat kick in time with the throbbing of his cock, and it was fast becoming stupidly hard to concentrate.
“I could cast on you,” Caleb warned, “Was it not the point to silence me?”
Molly groaned quietly. “That’s not what I asked, pet.”
“Ja, I want this. I have wanted you ever since ze moment you walked in with a tray of fruit, wearing just a tapestry. Bitte, use me. Render me helpless,” Caleb said slowly, his voice low, his accent more prominent.
“Well shit,” Molly sighed, “when you put it that way…”
Caleb stuck out his tongue, as if in supplication for a treat.
Molly closed his eyes and counted to five, then let out a breath through his mouth. When he opened his eyes again, the sight before him was no less tantalizing. Molly had checked in as best he could. His resolve, his desire not to hurt the wizard, snapped like a taut string. All that was left to do was enjoy himself. The drug zipped through his veins, narrowing his focus to this, just this. And oh, how he wanted.
“Hands on my hips where I can see them, wizard,” Molly said, trying to put some steel behind his words, but it was a bit slurred. Caleb did so obediently. “S’good. Do you like your hair pulled, darling?”
Caleb wriggled again, and leaned forward, nodding his head vigorously, hair being pulled in the opposite direction. Molly realized his grip was like iron, and Caleb clearly loved it.
“Well then. Let’s make sure you can’t cast any verbal spells on me,” Molly announced. With a wicked grin, he gripped the base of his cock with his other hand, and held it tightly as it met Caleb’s waiting, eager tongue. He really wasn't sure how long this was going to last.
He was rewarded with a broad lick that dragged over his flesh, the heat of Caleb’s tongue promising more.
“Good boy,” Molly said before he could even think about the words. Caleb’s eyes widened, and he looked up from Molly’s impressive cock with a heated look. He licked what he could reach with a small keening noise.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Makes sense. Who doesn’t like to be a good boy who takes cock?” Molly prattled, relaxing his grip on Caleb’s hair enough for him to slip his cock into a warm, eager mouth.
Caleb’s eyes fell closed, and his grip on Molly's hips tightened.
“I know you saw the ridges there. If you do a very good job, they will pop up for you. If you seal your mouth over them, you will be in for a surprise. I may have a hard time pulling out, in fact,” Molly explained, trying to sound less breathless than he felt.
Caleb’s eyes flew back open, and his tongue worked curiously as he stared down Molly’s cock to the currently soft ridges hiding under flesh.
Caleb opened his mouth wide, and pushed forward, his eyes closing in bliss again. He looked so perfect that Molly couldn’t stop the human as he fed him more of his cock. Didn't want to stop. 'Fuck, fill, breed,' his delirious mind urged. He was having a hard time going slowly, especially with Caleb working his tongue over every vein as though mapping it in his mind.
Then Caleb hollowed his cheeks and sucked. He moved his head back and forth and kept a steady suction. His mouth was warm, wet, and sinfully eager. Molly closed his eyes for a moment, and even the lewd sound of Caleb’s mouth being filled was hot.
There was a soft sound of cartilage shifting, and the ridge closest to Molly’s body popped up and extended. It curved backward toward Molly's hips, some kind of biological response to breed, like an orc's knot in some ways. Molly had always been a bit proud of them.
Caleb breathed in harshly through his nose and opened his eyes to monitor the ridges, then glanced up at Molly’s face. The tiefling opened his own eyes and realized he was half bent over, too intent on trying to go slowly to realize he was no longer really in control. Caleb took his cock beautifully as he slipped an inch or two deeper. Though tears began to gather in the human’s eyes, he moaned lewdly in his throat.
Pop went the second ridge, and the two on the bottom also pushed out. Molly was eager for the moment when Caleb’s mouth touched the ridges themselves.
Molly gasped in a small breath and tried not to lose his cool at the way Caleb licked and tongued at his shaft, seemingly everywhere at once as he worked Molly’s cock. Caleb moved back and forward, hollowing his cheeks like a champ. With each push forward, there was a tug on his hair.
“Try to cast something,” Molly blurted, desperate to stave off the heat pooling in his belly, insistent now and hurtling toward release.
Caleb froze, suddenly opening his teary eyes to glance around him.
He slowly, finger by finger, removed his hands from Molly's hips, and moved them in the telltale way he did when he cast. Molly didn't know what was being attempted, but the cock against Caleb's soft pallet only allowed a soft sound to escape his stuffed lips.
Nothing happened.
Caleb wiggled again, and tried to pull back, but Molly cupped the back of his head and pushed more of his cock into Caleb’s mouth, strangling any ability to speak out of the human. The third ridge, the largest, popped up, right behind Caleb’s teeth, locking him in place.
Caleb’s hands flew back to Molly's hips, gripping for dear life. He struggled and gagged ever so slightly, which only wound Molly up more.
Pleading blue eyes locked with Molly's carmine ones as the human realized what the ridges were for.
“No pulling off. You’ve been a good boy, taking my fat tiefling cock so well,” Molly said gruffly, the hand on the back of Caleb’s head removed. The human stopped struggling, tears rolling down his cheeks. His jaw clicked from the strain, but he looked submissive and content. Molly gently stroked the side of the human’s face, soothing Caleb as much as he was soothing himself. He was trying to concentrate on the human’s discomfort so as not to spill into that wicked mouth.
“So helpless, little wizard. My good boy,” Molly sighed, stroking Caleb’s cheek, and then pressing against it, feeling his cock from the outside. It was so incredibly hot. He felt his cock leaking freely into the human's mouth. The searching tongue briefly went still, and Caleb moaned, deep and wanton in his chest. Molly saw how the human was squirming now. There was no doubt he was hard himself, yet still fully clothed and obedient. His fingers twitched against Molly’s skin and the fabric of his partially removed leggings. Caleb’s lips were stretched in an obscene tableau, and spit ran from his mouth, mixed with the copious amount of pre from the tiefling’s cock.
“Cast,” Molly said, raising his voice slightly.
Caleb wiggled on his heels and groaned. The vibration was sinful.
“I said, cast,” Molly commanded, adding some steel into his voice.
Caleb moaned again and tried to struggle to disengage from the ridges holding him in place.
“You can’t cast a single thing, can you?” Molly grit out meanly.
Caleb’s eyes rolled back in his head. So quickly that he surprised himself, Molly grabbed Caleb’s hair again and forced the human to the root, taking the ridges fully. Molly cried out as he breached the human’s throat, and he was done for. Caleb thrashed and a small graze of human teeth, before now so carefully minded, dragged over his flesh.
He came, hard, right into Caleb’s throat, flooding him with cum. The ridges flexed and then released, and Molly doubled over with the force of his orgasm. Caleb broke free with a gasp, white cum drooling out of his mouth. A last few spurts hit the human's face as he collapsed to the floor, holding his own groin, which was now visibly wet, even in the low light.
Molly collapsed to his knees, cock throbbing from the release, and realized the human had cum in his own pants from the abuse forced upon him. Molly’s head reeled with this fact, and a deep pride that he had done that to Caleb Widogast bloomed in his chest.
Caleb sniffled and coughed several times. And then, he cast something. Molly was powerless to stop him, unable to play the enforcer in their little game anymore. He felt slightly dizzy, relieved, and so tired. He felt a slight breeze and counted himself lucky to not be turned into a turtle or some such.
Instead, the pitcher of the room's wash basin dipped into the water, and Schmidt, Caleb's Unseen Servant carried it toward them, dripping on the wood floor.
Molly was sure the drug was making him hallucinate now, even though, intellectually, he knew that coming so hard had taken most of the high with it. He slumped further onto the floor beside Caleb, reaching out to tentatively touch the wizard's hand. It twitched, before warm human fingers twined into his.
“M’sorry,” Molly mumbled into the floorboards, horns propping his head up.
Caleb coughed again, and in a strained voice, whispered, “Do not be. I wanted this. It was…Sehr gut. So…good. For me too,” he said, free hand still covering his soaked pants.
Molly smiled despite himself. The human was still able to talk and that was a relief. Despite the play, he didn’t want to actually take Caleb’s ability to speak. That voice needed to defend them all in battle, to laugh when Caleb thought no one would notice (but Molly always did), to soothe, to calculate, to plan. Molly adored that soft accent, he realized. He didn’t miss it until it was gone, however briefly.
Schmidt nudged two pewter mugs and the pitcher towards them. And then, like the breeze it had come in with, moved away to stand silently nearby. Molly grabbed the cup with shaking hands, and the water really helped to clear his foggy brain. Next to him, Caleb drank eagerly as well. When he lowered the cup, Molly noticed he still had cum in his beard. Molly couldn't help but giggle at the sight.
Caleb looked bemused. "What is funny?" he asked.
"I'm sorry," Molly choked out, breaking into full laughter, "I just…can't believe that happened. You -- here, lemme help, pet." He reached out to rub his hands through Caleb's rough beard.
The wizard frowned at the endearment and jerked his head away from the touch before it could connect, and Molly couldn't help but draw back. Caleb’s eyes had gone dull, as though lost in some memory. Just as quickly as it happened, the human blinked rapidly, pulling himself out of the depths of his thoughts.
"Schmidt, a washrag or two, please?" Caleb said, voice still rough but sounding better as he looked to an empty corner of the room.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you love, you were just so good at that," Molly said softly as the washrags dropped on the floor.
"I am not good for anything, Mollymauk," Caleb said roughly, turning his back to the Bloodhunter and curling up with the wet rag. Molly froze, unsure what to say. Caleb seemed to be cleaning himself up, so Molly shrugged and did the same, trying not to show his disappointment.
"Want to have a cuddle? Some people like to, after," Molly hedged.
"Nein," Caleb grunted.
"Surely it can't hurt," the tiefling pushed.
"I would like for you to leave now," Caleb said flatly, stopping his movements entirely.
The rejections stung. Molly didn't realize quite how much he wanted that connection to the wizard until just now. Not just sexual, but something more personal. A moment alone that they rarely ever got out on the road. But it seemed that was a boundary for Caleb, and who was he to disrespect that?
"Right. I'll head out then," Molly said in a cheery voice, even though it hurt his heart to say so. The pang was unexpected. Caleb was silent, rolled over, seemingly trying to sink into his dirty coat and disappear. Molly nimbly hopped to his feet and opened the door. He hesitated a moment in the doorway, wondering if there was something else he should say. He often was the one to have the last word, but this time, he let it lie and shut the door behind him.
As he pressed himself against the wall outside the door, Molly let out a huff of a sigh. He heard soft weeping from the room and collapsed quietly to the floor.
What had he done? Why did Caleb refuse affection, as though he didn’t deserve it? Molly suddenly wished Yasha were with him. He needed her soft strength and gentle wisdom. The drug leaving his veins fully brought clarity, and he didn't like what he saw. He was usually the one keeping the group together, but he was troubled. What if this caused problems in the future? Would Caleb be so eager to cast a spell his way to help him in the fights to come?
Molly got up and headed to his room. Fjord was passed out, snoring wetly. Molly got undressed and curled up. His body was sated, but his mind never was.