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Caduceus can always tell when Molly needs release.
The tiefling gets antsy when he’s near heat- he’s quicker to a sharp retort with his friends, or unnecessary violence during their party business.
It’s not just his hot temper- he craves physical touch. Caduceus is seated in the tavern in their current stop-over town, and Molly nearly knocks his tea out of his hands when he swings his leg over Caduceus’ lap and buries his face in the fur on his throat.
Caduceus adjusts a gilded horn away as it threatens to poke him in the eye, and strokes the tiefling’s hair. “A private room tonight?”
Molly nods quietly.
Caduceus understands- well, not really, he’s never craved touch the way Molly does. Still, the two had been companions for so long that the firbolg hardly had to look at him just to know. Caduceus is sympathetic, and willing to lend a hand, to say the least.
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Caduceus Clay is patient.
He takes his time preparing Molly for his “release,” as Caduceus calls it. He strips the tiefling like he’s unwrapping a gift, revealing beautiful lavender skin that he kisses as it is revealed to him. He's careful with the black silken ropes as he ties each limb to the bed- not too loose, not too tight, just perfect.
Molly tends to do better with his senses obscured, so Caduceus blindfolds him. He’s pretty like this- well, he’s always pretty, but Caduceus enjoys unwrapping and rewrapping him like a prize. He takes him in, and runs his fingers slowly, meticulously down his torso.
Molly takes a deep, centering breath.
He always starts just this way- explores the expanse of the tiefling’s body, seeing what makes him tick. He loses himself in these chaste touches, and Molly isn’t really hard yet, but his breath is coming quicker and quicker. This won’t rush him; they both know that Molly’s release will come, but it will come on Caduceus’ terms only.
Caduceus’ feather-light touch makes its way to his tail, and he sucks in a breath. Caduceus hushes him. He starts at the base, massaging the sensitive area until Molly‘s lips part. He moves toward the tip, massaging all the way down until Molly’s squirming.
He smiles softly. He appreciates the way Molly’s body reacts to him- how it can’t help but tell him exactly what he needs. He could do this forever, playing idly with his tail and working him up into a frenzy.
Yes, Caduceus Clay is an endlessly patient man.
“Deucy- ah, please-“
Mollymauk Tealeaf, however, is not.
Molly’s rubbing his thighs together. Caduceus pushes them apart to admire the lovely wetness accumulating between them.
“Oh, my,” he remarks, just to watch Molly flush. “You’re practically gushing. Just from this.”
He watches goosebumps prickle across lavender skin. “Please,” he breathes.
He kneels between his thighs. “Be patient, sweetheart. You know how much more you like it when you’re patient.”
Molly whines, pulling petulantly against the ropes.
“Hold still,” he chastises. He tweaks at plum-colored nipples, drawing a cry from Molly’s lips. “We still have a long way to go.”
--
Molly’s world gets darker and darker as the sun sets behind his blindfold. Hours must have passed, though he has no way of knowing, as he is driven slowly mad. He can practically feel his heart beating in his pussy, he’s so wet and swollen, and yet he hasn’t been touched. Has it been hours? Hours of playing with every part of him except the one part that craves it the most. Molly wants to scream, and laugh, and cry, but he can do nothing but moan wordlessly as Caduceus, the bastard, flicks Molly’s tail over his own nipple, stimulating both sensitive parts at once.
He’s not even begging anymore, just moaning incoherently, and he still hasn’t even been touched properly.
There is stillness, for a moment, and then the spade of his tail is somewhere warm and wet. He gasps. Caduceus’ mouth, maybe?
To his chagrin, It doesn’t stay there long- instead, it travels southward.
Molly swears in infernal as his own tail tickles his clit.
It feels- it’s delicious, and not even close to enough, and exactly the kind of horrible thing Caduceus would think to do. His hips buck to meet his tail, but that does nothing to increase the pressure. He chokes on a sob as it returns to tease him further.
Can he cum from this? He’s never tried, but he’s starting to think he may have no choice.
Caduceus is too good at this, considering his disinterest in pleasure for himself- but as always, he’s got Molly’s body alight from top to bottom, every inch of him oversensitive and yearning. His pussy gushes, and the tip of the tail is dipped inside to collect the slick, and it’s brushed over his folds and against his clit again, and again, and Molly cannot keep still.
“Please,” he says, after his tail flicks his clit for the twentieth time. “Deucy, I need more, please, please-“
Caduceus’ warm chuckle reverberates down Molly’s spine, and he shivers. “Alright, sweetheart. We’ll move on to the next bit.”
And caduceus doesn’t hesitate; finally, finally, his soft, thick fingers are working inside him, curling upward until they find the spot inside him that makes him sing.
Molly cries out, his back arching sharply as those fingers begin to fuck him in earnest. He won’t last long, especially as his thumb presses deliciously into his clit, rubbing circles in time with the thrusts.
When he finally cums, he can feel tears forming in his eyes. “Fuck- so good, ah, Deucy, right there-!”
It’s like he’s melting into the sheets, held together only with silken rope, and it’s delicious.
“Lovely,” says Caduceus, the grumbling of his voice sending a shiver down Molly’s spine. “That’s one.”
One…?
And then those fingers are entering him again. It’s like the wind is knocked out of him as those fingers aim true, slow as they are, right for that bundle of nerves inside him that caduceus knows so well. The pace isn’t overbearing, but he just fucking came, and each firm thrust has him crying out.
“Ah-! Fuck- ngh…” He squirms and gasps. “Too much-!”
“You can take it,” Caduceus says calmly, stroking inside his thigh with his free hand to ground him.
He does, he takes it, because he can do nothing else. He hisses, biting down on his lip when Caduceus’ fingers return to his nipple, now dripping with his own slick, and rub torturous little circles.
It’s so fucking much, but it’s not long before he’s sent tumbling over the edge all over again.
“Good,” Caduceus says calmly as Molly comes down from his second orgasm.
He is empty and full, spent but desperately wanting.
There is a rustling, the sound of a drawer, and only moments after he cums, there is something cold and blunt pushing against his entrance.
Molly gasps raggedly.
He opens his eyes, ready to ask for a reprieve, but pauses. Caduceus holds the phallus still against his pussy. His firbolg is watching him with an unreadable reverence in his eyes.
He swallows.
“Caduceus,” he breathes. “I need-“
“I know,” he says. He watches Caduceus draw his eyes down his body with such unadulterated wonder that he shivers, like he can feel it.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, and wipes a tear from Molly’s cheek that Molly hadn’t noticed was there. “I’m so grateful to be trusted with this.”
“Please,” he whispers.
“Yes, treasure.”
A mewling whine is drawn from Molly’s lips as he presses the phallus home.
There is no mercy- as if there ever really was. Caduceus thrusts the phallus quick and hard, and Molly’s hips rise to meet each thrust. He is so deliciously full.
His next orgasm takes him by surprise. Caduceus does not even slow his ministrations as he wrings it from him.
Molly sobs openly now. He isn’t a person anymore- just a conduit for pleasure, something for Caduceus to explore and give and take as he pleases.
Perhaps he begs- either for mercy or more, but he genuinely doesn’t know. He is fucked, and he comes again, and again, until he loses track of how many pleasures he is granted.
He is lost in it until there is suddenly a new sensation- a tongue.
He screams as it laps at his oversensitive clitoris. It borders on pain as the phallus continues its onslaught. His body is alight as he comes again, harder than he ever has, thrashing and pleading wordlessly as he hits his highest peak.
Time slows again.
--
It’s impossible to choose a favorite part of their sessions, but the quiet calm as Molly comes down from his high is one of the best. He’s not quite back in himself yet, which means he can be nothing but exactly what he is. His expression is, for once, unguarded- truly content, though he still gasps for air. He is vulnerable in this moment- exactly as the Wildmother made him.
Caduceus smiles softly and strokes a thumb across his cheek. His chest warms with happiness as Molly leans into the touch.
He’s reaching to untie the silken knots when it happens.
Molly mewls high in the back of his throat, and then there’s a soft rushing sound.
Molly is wetting the bed.
He’s still got that blissed out, eyes-rolled-back look on his face as it trickles free, soaking himself and the sheets between his thighs.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Caduceus breathes, stroking Molly’s hair.
Molly doesn’t answer with words. Instead he whines, tears prickling in his eyes, unable to fight it as the sheets are drenched. Caduceus waits patiently, stroking his hair, until the stream trickles to a stop.
When it’s over Molly blinks, and looks down at himself. “Fuck-“
“It’s alright,” he says.
“No it’s-“ Molly’s face contorts.
“It’s natural. Nothing to be ashamed of, treasure.” He wipes the tears Molly’s face, and Molly shudders.
“Do you want to try getting up now, or do you want to wait here until I’ve prepared the bath?”
His brow furrowed. “Still can’t move, Deucy.”
Molly tries to sit up as Caduceus rises. “Wait- will you get in the bath with me? Please?”
Caduceus smiles. “Of course, treasure.”