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“Well, don't you look like you're in a desperate need for entertainment?”
Caleb and Nott froze the moment they got flanked by two rather interesting looking individuals. They would be hard to miss on the streets of a bustling city like Rexxentrum, let alone in a sleepy Trostenwald.The looks of the two were completely opposed to each other, which was a tad bit overwhelming for Caleb. On Nott's side stood a broad-shouldered woman with long black hair, like pure onyx, white at the end of them, like a reflection of the light on the polished surface of the gem. All that was braided in various styles and put up into something Caleb would see on a warrior. Her clothes were a combination of light leathers and dark furs, which only emphasized her muscular build. But that wasn't the most peculiar about her. It was her mismatched eyes, lavender and ice-blue, strongly fixated on the two of them.
Her friend, or he supposed that who the person to his right was, was coloured much brightly that she was. They screamed colour, demanded attention and all Caleb could do was to give it. The person was a purple tiefling, their dark horns growing from the forehead, following the curve of their skull, but soon curling forward, making a C-shape. They were adorned with various jewelry in silver and gold, shining in the bright light of the scorching hot sun. Or maybe it wasn't that hot, but Caleb's face felt like it stood in front of a fire once again. The tiefling wore a shirt with a shamelessly deep v-neck, revealing toned chest and a part of a tattoo that was hiding under the fabric and seemed to be desperate to get out. That was paired up with teal-tirquose-indigo leggings, that tightly hug their thighs, layered with belts that held two scimitars, which should've made Caleb much more nervous than they did. The tiefling was sporting a pair of thigh-high boots, which to a normal person would seem ridiculous, but a touch starved man who was alone for the past however long years could only try to school himself for getting weird thoughts in his head.
“I think you scared them, Molly," the woman finally said as Caleb and Nott stood frozen in place, pressed against each other.
“Or excited, be optimistic!" The tiefling exclaimed near Caleb's shoulder, then finally walked over him and stood before him. “Hi, hey, sorry for startling you, I just thought it would be nice to talk to the two of you!"
Caleb and Nott exchanged quick glances. Nott clearly was aching to grab her crossbow and shoot the two, despite being in the middle of the street. Of course, there weren't a lot of people to catch them if everything goes to shit, but Caleb highly doubted that they would even be able to fight a probably half-giant woman and a tiefling.
“We are, uh, not sure what, um, kind of entertainment you are offering," he said carefully. He doubted someone would be this loud inviting a person to a brothel, but who knows. And, even if Caleb was the kind of person who wouldn't mind spending time with a courtesan, he couldn't afford even a minute with one.
“A carnival of course!" The tiefling clapped their hands and when they parted them there were two sheets of paper, small posters with intricate designs, portraits of people, who, he assumed, worked at the carnival, and a calligraphic writing in Common. “The Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities invites people for a wonderful, breathtaking show and, well, other things one may like to do at the carnival.”
"Like drinking?” Nott piped in, ears immediately perking up at the first and most wanted thing to her right now, beside, probably, running away.
“To your heart's desires, little one!” they beamed at Nott and looked at Caleb again. “And I'm sure that you could find something that could take your mind off the burdens of your life."
“You're saying this far too sure that I have any," Caleb wished he could look aside, but he was getting a tad bit lost in the rubies of the tiefling's eyes.
“Well, not to sound rude but you just have one of those faces," they stepped closer, their hands behind their back and their tail rocking from side to side like Frumpkin's did when the cat was playing with a random pinecone found nearby.
"Those faces?” Caleb's breath hitched, but he didn't step away. Gods know why, but the closeness to this tiefling was everything he seemed to need right now.
“Ones that are desperate for some comfort. Which, well, you can find at the carnival, if you come. I guarantee," their lips stretched into a sly, almost predatory smile, and they finally took a step back, making Caleb lose his balance for a moment and stumble backwards. “Well, we will be waiting for you two at The Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities,” they made a big emphasis on the name, pronouncing it cheerfully, “and will hope you will have a wonderful time. And, if, well, you'll have a moment, ask around for a tent of one Mollymauk Tealeaf. Tell them I personally invited you."
The last part was addressed to Caleb, while Nott was already lost in the dreams for carnival booze, since her little flask was closing to empty. The tiefling, apparently named Mollymauk Tealeaf, spun on their heels and continued to walk past them, trying to advertise the carnival to as many people as they could. But something in Caleb's chest played a weird tune when he noticed that Mollymauk didn’t spend this much time with other people on the street, didn't touch them the same way, didn't get this close to them.
"You can also find me,” the woman's voice made him turn his head, almost snapping it, he thinks. "Both of you. Not for… Molly's reasons, just for a company. Goodbye.”
With that she left them too. She loomed beside Mollymauk, like a protective shadow, though Caleb could see her fruitless attempts to relax and not look as menacing as she did.
“We will go, right?" Nott asked, when she was sure the two won't hear them.
"I am not sure, Nott,” he looked at the small paper in his hands that featured the carnival troupe.
“I think we should. Maybe, maybe, relaxing will help a little? We did travel for a very long time," She looked at her flask with a frown, and her hands shook for a moment with deep nervousness that she always carried.
"Well,” Caleb tilted his head, worrying his lip between his teeth. He hadn't visited a carnival for a very long time. But the memories he had of them were fond and bright, bringing warmth to his chest that spread through the whole body. Maybe it's not a bad idea? They could have some fun, or at the very least, Nott could. And, well, if he stumbles upon Mollymauk's tent, it wouldn't hurt, probably, "you are making a compelling argument, spatz."
***
“Could you tell me again, why that guy?"
Molly let out another groan as they were approaching the Carnival grounds. Yasha had asked them this question for the third time since they left that guy and his little friend. They gave the posters to every person they could, and to a quite interesting and lovely group of people, one of which, a monk human woman, very clearly had an eye for Yasha. Couldn't blame her, Yasha was hot. And also, right now, she was annoying.
"I don't know, Yasha,” they threw their hands up with a dramatic huff. "He looks like a pathetic wet cat and I fucking like those, okay? I don't know, I just… really wanted to hug the guy."
“And that's why you invited him to your tent? To hug?" The scepticism in her voice was so thick Molly thinks that they'd dull his scimitars if they try to cut it.
“Well, no, to comfort. In a very nice way. I just think he needs to relax and what's a better way to relax than a nice shag?” they gave her a toothy, unapologetic grin.
“He may be a virgin,” Yasha pointed out and Molly frowned. Well, on one hand it is a bit exciting to be someone's first. On the other, it is very often a bad experience for the non-virgin party. But the thought of guiding someone through their body and seeing the bright blush traveling down to someone's neck and chest and everywhere it could was so alluring! “Or have some illness."
“Yasha, must you destroy my wonderful mood?" they groaned again, crossing their hands on their chest and pouting like a child who was being talked out of eating another candy.
“Yes. Gustav said no fucking on the job."
“What he doesn't know won't hurt him!" They huffed and stomped to their tent, theatrically closing the curtains on it, flipping Yasha off.
They loved Yasha, they truly did, she was their best friend. But right that moment she was frustrating to no end because this whole thing with that one random guy could possibly be dangerous to them in Yasha's eyes. They could be called promiscuous, were called such in much stronger words, but they didn't care for that. Molly knew what they liked and they went for it. And that man, for some reason, was someone they liked.
But not in the way all others did. They found interest in their looks, their bodies, their mannerisms, their voices and their gazes. They had met many people, bedded most of them, from a halfling to a half-orc, of any gender, whoever was willing and eager. But this one, scrawny-looking, clearly tossed around through the course of his life, dirty and scared, this one wasn't just a want, he was a need.
Molly noticed him from afar, eyes immediately spotting the mess of copper-red and went in his direction. The closer they got, the more interested they became and when they finally stopped the man (and his little companion, they can't forget, yes), they were captivated. By the fear mixed with interest that swam in those lakes of blue that were those man’s eyes. By the way they kept watching Molly as they kept talking. By that accented speech that they couldn't quite put their finger on. They didn't lie when they said they wanted to give that man a hug, he truly needed that, which could easily be read in the tension of his muscles and the dark circles under his eyes. Maybe kiss him better, share their warmth and see this man cry into their shoulder. The feeling was overall weird, but not unpleasant, so the only thing that seemed right at this moment was them meeting that mess again and trying to put a name to the feeling.
Because if they call it love at first sight, Yasha will definitely think they've finally gone crazy.
***
The Carnival was truly something in both positive and negative ways. It was loud, overwhelmingly so, making him feel dizzy. The sounds of laughter, talking and arguments were hitting his ears and he mused how Nott, with much better hearing, could stand all of this. She was walking beside him with the little mask over her mouth, her big yellow eyes wider than ever before, trying to capture every colorful decoration and every colorful person.
She was practically jumping in excitement, not even sure which attraction to approach first. They haven't been in a place like this at any point in their travels. People here were so… Happy. So joyous and uncaring about any other, any which or who surrounded them. They all just enjoyed a sunny day in Trostenwald, amused by games and artists. Nott hopped towards an open tent with a table at the front and a few kegs put in little pyramids at the back. At the sides of the tent were prizes that could be won in this game and Nott's eyes sparkled with want for entertainment.
“You want, uh, me to help you up or…”
"No need, friend! We accommodate any size here!" Said the elf at the tent and quickly pulled out a steppingstule that would probably be enough for Nott to have a relatively fair game. Well, as far as carnival games can be fair. A lot of them on Zemnie Fields were rigged to scam poor unsuspecting children. He was a bit ashamed to admit he lost a coin or a few to those.
The next hour was dedicated to watching Nott enjoy the games and arguing with tents’ owners. It was fun, but at some point they stumbled upon that same probably-half-giant woman, whose name they still didn't know. She was just walking around, but the moment she spotted them as Caleb was holding Nott from scratching out the eyes of a darts guy, she walked over to them.
“Hey," she waved to them and Nott stopped her wild attempts at mutilation of the poor man. “You came."
“Well, we-"
“This is so fucking fun and I haven't even found the booze booth yet!" Nott was clearly grinning from under her mask.
“I am glad to hear. I can show you some, m, some more around. I think," then she looked at Caleb. “And I can tell you where Molly is."
Caleb shook his head no. He wasn't sure if he should actually pursue that offer. It was clear as day what Mollymauk wanted from him and he wasn't sure if he should be given that. Caleb was the last man to be deserving of such attention from the bright tiefling. He, maybe, wished he could say yes and share a bed with them, but Caleb lost the privilege of wanting a long time ago.
"You should go!” Nott exclaimed, not letting him go deeper into self-deprication.
"Was?”
"You should absolutely go for it! Come on, you've just been hanging out with me and not even playing, you should do something you'll like.
"And why do you think I'll like it?”
"Molly is hard to not like,” the woman replied for Nott. "Even if some dislike tieflings.”
"I don't- I don't dislike tieflings, I'm just, I'm not sure if I should."
“Molly would like you to come. They like company."
"Well…”
***
Molly was fixing up their makeup when they heard a knock. Weird. It's a tent, just near the main circus one, where would you find a thing to knock on? And why would you do that? There were a few more knocks, while Molly put their makeup kit away from prying eyes. They fixed their shorts and sleeves, made sure their chest was visible enough and finally pulled up the tent’s curtain.
Before Molly there was that same man they met earlier today. Well, one of many, but this was special in a sense that Molly had invited him to their tent. The man still looked like a wet cat, now so lost and vulnerable, that Molly wanted to just drag him into the tent and kiss the living hell out of him. He stood awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, trying to look anywhere but at Molly, which is a shame, truly, they worked really hard on today's outfit for the evening performance he should be a part of.
“My, I was afraid you wouldn't come after all,” their lips stretched into a pleased smile and reached out their hand. "Came here for a private show?"
“Did you dress like that for the, uh, ‘private show’ or is this something you just wear?" The man asked and Molly couldn't help but giggle. They liked to think they dressed quite alluring in general, but today they were like a sweet flower to bees.
Molly wore a flowy maroon blouse with a deep v-neck collar that showed most of their scar-ridden chest and part of his tattoos — a turquoise peacock with a bright red eye and a sun — and was framed by a beautiful mess of ruffles. Big puffy sleeves reached their knees, its cuffs like pretty hibiscuses around their hands were even more bewitching in the way they called the man towards Molly. Their belt had little golden plates and rings , hanging above practically non-existent shorts. Those were practically undergarments, showing their smooth legs in all their glory.
“If I say that it's special for you, will it make you want to stay more?" They asked as the man already put his hand in theirs. He was a bit hesitant, so clearly scared of the prospects but at the same time wanting and willing.
"No, no, that would- that would be too much, I'm sorry,” he shook his head, but stepped into the candle-lit tent that Molly quickly closed.
"You're in luck then, this is just a thing I'm going to perform this evening. We have a little event with more adult jokes and songs later, I just like being prepared."
“If- if I hadn't come you'd just sit here alone in this?"
“Of course not, I'd go out and advertise the show. But now that you're here, we can have a much more fun time," they put their hands on his shoulders, coquettishly tugging at the scarf and coat. “If you wish to, of course. Wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Sex is only pleasant when both of us are enjoying it."
The man gave a jerky nod, as if sceptical of their words, and his gaze started its travel all over Molly's body. They started slowly walking backwards towards the soft bed covered in an unholy amount of pillows. And he followed, until they were at the edge of the mattress and his hands rested on Molly's naked hips. To keep them steadily in place and not touching him until given permission.
"I, uh, you don't know my name. Does it not bother you?”
"Not much," their forked tongue wetted their lips. He looked small. The man was taller than Mollymauk despite being slumped, but he still looked tiny. Oh, whatever this man was doing to them, they could not guess even if they tried. "But that would be probably nice, I need to know how to call you in bed, don't I?”
"I am Caleb. Widogast,” Caleb lowered his eyes and they fell on his hands that were lightly squeezing Molly's hips, nail on his pinkies digging into the purple flesh from nervousness. It took everything in them not to flinch.
"And what would you like, Caleb?" They circled their arms around his head, elbows placed on his shoulders, noses inches apart. “I can offer other things than sex, though it would be the preferable one."
“I still don't quite understand why you would want me," his accent got thicker, either from the overwhelming desire he felt towards Molly or from fear. "I am average to the naked eye at best and trash that deserves death as worst. There is nothing appealing in me.”
"You know, Caleb,” they cupped his face, doing this silly mock,-examination of it. "There's just…something about you. Something that makes me want you. In ways that I have never wanted any other person." They finally shook off his coat and started working with laces of his shirt. “You're interesting. I have seen people that look like you before. Poor and dirty and in need of a tad bit of excitement in their life. You, on the other hand, in your eyes I see a man, who had too much excitement in their life. Too much bad one."
“I don't know why you would want to deal with that. Isn't it too much? Whatever past you see in my eyes?”
"Probably,” They shrug and without any resistance pull the brown shirt over Caleb's head. It gets dropped on the coat and now Molly can see his torso. "But who am I? A tiefling you'll sleep with at the carnival and will never see again! Isn't it nice to have just one moment to unwind? You'll forget me once you get to the next city, don't worry."
Caleb was thin. Sickeningly slender, to the point Molly had to make an effort to not grimace at the sight of a distinguishable relief of his ribs. His skin was pale, but freckled, though those cute little dots could easily be lost between scars that covered the man. There were stab wounds and burns of various shapes and sizes and everything in Molly screamed to ask about them, to learn every single story Caleb could tell them. Their curiosity ate at them as they outlined the scar tissue with the tips of their fingers, feeling the texture beneath them.
“I won't," he shook his head and oh… oh, he was melting. Caleb was melting under the touch and Molly just had to kiss a rather nasty scar under the left peck.
"You're flattering me, I know I'm rather memorable, but not too much-”
"No,” he finally moved himself, his palm on Molly's sternum, not pressing, just being there, feeling the steady heartbeat behind the chest cage. "I cannot forget. I have perfect memory. I remember everything. I remember my every sin, Mollymauk Tealeaf.”
"And you think about those often?”
"Every night and every day.”
"Then how about you don't?” They kissed just beneath Caleb's jaw, making his whole body jerk and freeze, then relax, when Molly's hands caressed his back. They slowly turned around and let Caleb sit down onto the bed, almost falling into the pillows. "How about you think about pleasure?”
"I do not deserve pleasure.”
"Then think about my pleasure,” they slid down onto their knees, their soft hands undoing his slacks quickly, impatiently even. Molly could feel the length beneath them, hardening just from the sight of the tiefling. “Will you think about making me feel good? Would that take your mind off of whatever it is jumping around in your head, making you look and sound utterly miserable?"
“I suppose."
“Then do it."
They pulled out Caleb's cock from the trousers and smiled. It was still relatively soft, but it was twitching and rising, and they hoped it was just for the sight of them. Molly wrapped their palm around it, giving it slow gentle strokes, almost purring at the way it was getting full. Oh they wished to be a vampire just to hear and smell the rush of blood going straight to Caleb's member. Above them was a restrained grunt and before them immediately stood a goal — make him cry.
Molly pulled out their forked tongue and ran it against the underside of Caleb's cock. They had to grab one of his thighs to stop him from closing his legs. They looked up after that, searching for refusal in his expression. Molly tilted their head and placed it on Caleb's knee, silently asking if they should continue. Caleb was red in the face and lightly shaking. His hands were clenched into fists and if his nail weren’t bitten he would've probably drawn blood. Then, one hand was raised and placed on one of Molly's horns. It carefully gripped it and drew them back towards the hardened length.
“I'm sorry," Caleb breathed out and Molly wasn't about to protest, despite wanting to. He won't listen and it'll all just sour the mood. “I just, um, haven't done this in a long time."
“Don't worry," Molly gave a small kiss to the cockhead, feeling the tremble once again, but this time without closing the legs. "You can stop me any time.”
"With a, a stop-word?”
"Just with a word stop. Or if you wish to, we can come up with a stop-word. Or a stop-sign in case you won't be able to speak,” Molly didn't touch past Caleb's thighs right now, which was so incredibly difficult to do right now. But safety first, especially with someone who looks and feels this fragile.
"Is that a possibility?” He asked, frowning.
"There's a possibility for anything. Maybe while we're fucking someone will attack the circus. Is it likely? No. Is it still possible? Probably. But that's why we have Yasha. And that's why we might need a stop sign.
Caleb looked around and touched the wooden frame of the bed. The bed wasn't small, but it was possible to reach the oak planks from any point of it. So Caleb made four knocks, timed in pairs, like a heartbeat. Then looked back at Molly, eyes sparkling as if seeking approval. Molly couldn't help but smile.
“Good. Well then, you knock like that and we're stopping no questions asked," They gave another lick to Caleb's cock. “Just keep in mind, I won't be mad if we stop. I… I invited you here because I wanted to give you something nice. Because you look like you need it. And if you don't want sex, it wouldn't be nice would it?"
“Do not talk to me like I'm a child at such a moment.”
"Sorry.”
With that, they finally closed their lips over Caleb's cock. First sucking carefully on the tip, teasing the slits with their forked tongue, then, finally, slowly taking the length deeper into their mouth. They didn't stop until their nose was buried in the bush of ginger hair at the base of the cock. Molly let their mouth get used to the girth and length and started bobbing their head up and down with their tongue flat against the underside. They could hear the shallow breathing and whimpers, so they gently caressed Caleb's thigh in soft reassurance. Oh they wished to just keep this man here wrapped in a blanket. Too bad this is probably the only moment they will be able to have. Well, at least Caleb would remember every detail.
One of Caleb's hands grabbed onto Molly's horn, while the other flew to his mouth, doing a poor job of concealing the moans. Caleb didn't try to push or pull with his grip, it was more for grounding, for feeling the sliver of control he needed to be sure that he can stop this at any moment be that by word, sign or force. Molly's cock ached, but they didn't touch it, waiting for the opportunity to sink it into Caleb a bit later, when the man is in bliss and pliant.
“M- Mollymauk, ah, I'm, uh,” his incoherent noises that tried to gather themselves into a sentence kept being interrupted but ragged breaths and cries. Molly reduced Caleb to a whimpering mess and oh how wonderful that was. “I'm close-"
Molly started picking up the pace, hollowing their cheeks, their hands massaging Caleb's balls. When they heard a an honest to Gods sob they stopped for a moment, just to be sure Caleb was alright, but then they got a tug on the horns and resumed their little torture session, enjoying to the fullest the beautiful sobbing from overwhelming pleasure.
When Caleb finally came Molly was close to coming themselves just from the friction against the floor and the pleasure of hearing the man unwind because of them. The hot cum hit the inside of their mouth and drank it without a second thought. Caleb was making unintangible noises, and kept buckling his hips towards Molly. When there was finally nothing left Molly pulled away, letting the softened cock fall from their mouth. They leaned closer and put their lips to Caleb's knee, then moved gently up the inner thigh, planting a row of kisses, all while imagining what else could they do to Caleb until the evening performance.
But then, suddenly, Caleb sharply sat up. His eyes were blown wide in a mix of fear and shock and for a moment Molly themselves got afraid that he started thinking it was all a mistake. Instead of saying that, he started scrambling for his shirt, panicked, all under Molly's confused gaze. At the mute question of what the fuck was he doing, that Caleb finally noticed when he got up from the be, he answered.
“Circus is being attacked."