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"I thanked you once already. Don't be greedy," Rolan slurred, his wine-filled tankard swaying uncontrollably.
Tav looked the tiefling over: clearly drunk, his smug, arrogant expression reaching its apotheosis. His features were sharp as a blood-dipped knife in the half-lit hall. Smile so beautiful yet wolfish, as if ready to sink the sharp fangs into your flesh. And the eyes - burning, playful, inviting even. Tav could swear he checked her out just now, gaze slithering hungrily up and down her body.
And once she caught the tiefling staring, he was aware of it, too. But Rolan was not sorry about it in the slightest. His amber eyes narrowed dangerously, smirk transformed into a challenging grin. The wine must have knocked all sense of decency out of him. Good. Letting go of his ever-controlled, strict demeanor made Rolan entirely irresistible.
The tiefling's brow surged up, questioning, waiting for her to say something. Or, rather, DO anything about it.
"Just thirsty," Tav drawled, letting her legs carry her impossibly close to Rolan.
The tiefling didn't react, unaware of how atypical he acted, driven purely by his unspoken desires.
"Who am I to deny the needy?" Rolan chuckled. The wizard made another sip and passed the tankard to his midnight guest.
Her gaze would not leave his, even as she gulped the wine. But she didn't swallow the whole of it. After all, Tav was not the only one whose thirst must be quenched.
The tankard was quickly set onto the counter, forgotten about for the rest of the night.
Tav leaped to him as swiftly as a hunting cat spotting its prey. Rolan's mouth parted in a surprised gasp, and her lips crashed onto his in an instant. She poured the wine into him, but the tiefling was more eager to devour her tongue than taste the drink.
The violent need for closeness has overtaken them, and both welcomed it ardently.
Rolan grabbed Tav's hips, aligning their bodies as if they were shaped to fit each other perfectly. Scorching, tight, ravenous. The wizard's kisses grew reckless and demanding, and she reciprocated with no protest. Time stopped as the couple suffocated each other in want, until the need to grasp for air parted them.
"Was it too greedy for you?" Tav teased, hands finding their place on the tiefling's chest. She bit his lower lip, licking a stray drop of wine left behind, "I am still thirsty."
A feral glint settled in Rolan's eyes, "Drink me then. Be as greedy as you want," he breathed, barely finishing the sentence before pressing his lips into hers.
Unable to hide her arousal any longer, Tav pulled Rolan close until there was no space left between them. His body ran hot like fire of the Nine Hells, and she couldn't wait to get burned in his embrace. Even through their clothes, she felt how hard he was, the relentless friction dragging a raw, shameless moan from her mouth.
The realization sent shivers down the tiefling's spine, his grounding against Tav turning more agile.
"You enjoying it that much?" Rolan hummed, his tongue trailing a taunting path from her lips down her neck, "Can't imagine what sweet sounds that pretty mouth would make if I were inside."
The sensation of his sharp teeth against her pulse was overwhelming. She wanted Rolan to tease her. Take her. Ruin her.
"Why imagine if you can find out?" Tav questioned in ragged breaths.
The tiefling's burning eyes surged up to meet hers. Just for a short moment, Rolan seemed to finally sober up. The disbelief on his face looked incredibly charming - Tav couldn't help but chuckle gently. Taking advantage of his dazed state, she rubbed against him, making her own pulsating arousal known.
"Please, Rolan, be generous with me tonight," Tav purred, pressing soft kisses to his jaw.
The wizard huffed, drunken confidence making a quick return. But now, it was laced with something desperate yet grateful. Mere hours ago, Rolan was a man who seemingly lost it all. And now, he was about to ravish in the one thing he hadn't dared hope for: Tav. So warm. So perfect.
"You have no idea-," he said slowly, tugging at her shirt, trying to hold onto the remains of composure, "what you are doing to me."
But she knew, and she wanted him to indulge. Her deep, tender kiss was the only answer Tav gave.
Whatever restraint he had was shattered in the next breath. Her clothes were stripped away in a blur of motions, each piece discarded carelessly to the floor. The tiefling leaned her against the bar table, his eyes taking in every inch of her bare body. Speechless and fog-brained, he reached out, trailing his hand from her neck down to her stomach. The motion was achingly slow and gentle, as if Rolan was afraid to miss any part of her. Every curve, freckle, and scar melted under the adoration of his fingers, making Tav arch closer.
Feeling her body so trembling and needy under his touch brought a smirk to his face, "Come to think of it, I feel particularly generous tonight," the tiefling hissed, placing his palms on her hips, brushing his thumbs against her skin in tentative circles.
The wizard's little trick did wonders - Tav spread for him with ease, her inviting gaze made him crush his hips between her legs in a rushed, magnetic pull.
She rubbed her silk against his aching flesh, the hard outline of him so obvious now that no fabric could hide it.
"You sure take your sweet time," Tav murmured.
"I just enjoy you begging for it," Rolan groaned softly, feeling the burning friction between them, "But if you want me to be generous, allow me to indulge, too," his head leaned forward, nose brushing her taut nipple before his mouth closed over it.
As his hand nestled on her other breast, giving it no less attention, Tav was swept by the thunderstorm of his affection. Gasping brokenly, she tangled her fingers into the tiefling's hair, urging him closer. Rolan's generosity knew no bounds as he savoured her with worshipful bites, laps, and kisses.
"No wine in the realm comes close to tasting this refined," Rolan murmured, his tongue teasing her peak, before leaving a purple lovebite next to it.
But before he could lavish her further, muffled voices rose from upstairs. The lovers exchanged glances, realization hitting them. The Harpers. On the night rounds, probably.
Tav thought fast, silently pointing Rolan to the door next to the bar table. The wizard nodded and carefully guided her towards the room, his hand curling around her waist possessively, disregarding the urgency of the situation.
Thankfully for the couple, the small room wasn't occupied. They found themselves in complete darkness, the window in the far corner being the only faint source of light.
Silence hung between them. Tav pressed her ear to the door, trying to catch what was going on in the common room. Rolan, however, had no care in the world. Except for one.
Moments later, she felt his breath against her spine as the tiefling whispered, "Even in complete darkness, you look no less alluring."
Rolan leaned into Tav, pressing small kisses to her shoulders. The realization that he was now completely naked coaxed a small moan out of her mouth.
The wizard's many ridges pricked her ever so slightly, sending pleasant tingling to Tav's most sensitive, aching parts. His erection, hot and pulsating, drew provocative images in her mind. But Rolan didn't rush, gliding his cock rhythmically against her inner thighs. One of his hands found her breast, the other slid between her legs. Slowly, he began caressing her sensitive bud, his careful thumb teasing it into electrifying shivers.
"Rolan, easy," Tav pleaded a little louder than she meant to, but her hips betrayed her, circling around his fingers, eager for more friction.
Satisfied, he snickered, "Everyone's favorite hero scared to be discovered in such an undignified position?" the tiefling hissed into her ear, his lisp getting out of control.
The tiefling's strokes suddenly quickened, and her body responded immediately: arching, whimpering, demanding.
"You are such a prick," she whispered in response, her words mixed in with lewd groans, "If we get caught, our night is over."
"Oh, I don't think so," Rolan leaned forward, biting at her earlobe, "I have my own theory about it."
Tav's hand reached behind her, holding his head close to her ear - his ragged breathing was driving her mad with lust, "Let's hear it."
The quiet, menacing laugh the wizard let out made her heart quiver in anticipation.
"You are so wet for me already," Rolan rasped against her ear. The pace of his fingers slowed again as he taunted her, "Even if we are to be discovered, I don't think you would want me to stop. Maybe you will even let them watch if it means you still get to feel my cock inside of you."
Hearing such raw confessions coming from the wizard - a scholar in his craft, so well-read and arrogant - sent Tav into a frenzy. She twisted her hips impatiently, but Rolan's fingers wouldn't resume their quick moves, keeping the strokes painfully light.
"Oh, you are greedy," he scoffed playfully, although she could feel his core twitching impatiently against her thighs, "I thought you wanted me to stop being a prick and keep it quiet and decent. Am I wrong?"
Tav leaned in even closer into his hungry embrace, faltering, "I asked you to be generous. So yes, you are wrong."
The tiefling chuckled, groping the curves of her breast, "I am never wrong."
And when his fingers immediately stroked her at an even faster pace, Tav rasped shamelessly, slamming her palms against the door.
"Rolan," she whimpered, driving her hips into him, angling herself just right so his length dragged along her soaked folds.
The tiefling groaned, his hands entwining her body as he began grinding against her wetness.
"Louder," Rolan hissed, her affection twisting his mind harder than wine, "Let them all hear who finally made you discard your armor," he teased, sucking the sensitive skin of her neck. His hands were now back to fondling her breasts, digging into every swell possessively. The grinding grew more intense with each passing second, flaring from her sharp, demanding moans mixed in with his name. And Rolan drank every moment of it.
Finally, Tav snapped, turning around and catching his breathless mouth with hers. Their kiss was deep, hungrier than any touch or gasp they shared tonight. Their eyes met despite the darkness as they parted.
"Please," Tav whispered softly, her intent unmistakable as she moved his hands down to her hips. Her gentle plea undid Rolan completely, but he made sure to cover it as smoothly as he could.
"What a polite perfection," the tiefling replied, swiftly sweeping Tav off her feet, lifting her with ease. To her surprise, he carried her quickly to the room's window.
Rolan set her onto the windowsill, pausing at the irresistible beauty of Tav once the moonlight hit her. And she watched him too, lips parting involuntarily: bare and trembling, Rolan looked so raw, so unguarded. A rare tulip in the vast field of dandelions.
He smirked, noticing how Tav explored him. Silent, breathing huskily, he stepped in between her parted legs, rubbing his burning length against the cooling feel of her wet silk.
"Are you trying to be original when the bed is right there?" Tav teased in a broken hum, her hands slid at his ridged sides to draw him closer.
Rolan glanced at her as if the answer was obvious, "I want to see you."
He held her gaze for a solid moment, so sincere and soft in the silver light of the moon.
"I want to see how you enjoy yourself-," Rolan continued as he aligned himself against her entrance, making Tav gasp in anticipation, "-your lips trembling when you sing those sweet moans for me-," he huffed, thrusting into her slowly, letting her feel every inch of his hot, twitching passion, "-and your body falling apart the moment you become mine," Rolan groaned, filling her up completely.
Tav responded with a gasp that was no less aching. Her hands shot up, pulling him into another scorching kiss. His thrusts, rhythmic and slow at first, quickly grew ragged and deep. Her heat, her yearning tongue, the way she was looking at him all this time, smothered Rolan with worshipful need.
They were kissing sloppily, mouths completely uncoordinated, consumed by lustful moans.
"You are relentless," Tav confessed breathlessly, biting at his jaw, as Rolan hit the perfect spot.
"You have no idea," he smirked, burrowing his cock deeper, compelling her to scream his name. Harpers would definitely hear her if they remained in the common room. But Rolan didn't care if the whole inn found out. They can whisper and rumor all they want. Only he gets to feel how her walls tighten around his length, only he can make her yell so wantonly.
"Louder," he demanded, lifting Tav up with ease, his thrusts maddeningly fast. She wrapped her legs around him, their bodies gliding against each other, chasing one wave of pleasure after the next.
"Rolan, I-," she stuttered as he pushed harder. Tav's hips began to move on their own, trying to match his pace, her squirming unashamed and erratic. They rode each other as if possessed, their names tumbling from their lips.
"You feel incredible," Rolan groaned, clinging tighter to her, "So warm, so tight... I can't hold back much longer."
"Don't fight it," Tav purred, "I am close, too."
Her words made his thrusts desperate and raw. Rolan's eyes locked on hers immediately, "Come for me, before we both succumb to madness."
Rolan's rasping plea drove Tav into a spiraling orgasm, as she whimpered his name one last time. Her lover followed, spilling into her without stopping his thrusts, claiming her for himself.
The room grew silent again, filled only with their painful gasps for air. Despite it all, they could not stop looking at each other, eyes filled with lust and something beyond - adoration and fragile gratitude.
Finally, Rolan moved, placing them both onto an old, small bed in the corner. They held each other close, without bothering to pull apart as the tantalizing aftershocks of their union still lasted.
Tav gently brushed a stray lock of his hair behind his ear, marveling at how gorgeous Rolan looked when he was finally at peace.
"Now that you saw me falling apart, want to try out the old-fashioned bed?" she teased.
"Gladly," Rolan smirked, pulling her into a reverent kiss.