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“All hail Rolan, Master of Ramazith’s tower.”
Rolan had preened at the statement, the apple of his cheeks reddening further as he looked around the tower with renewed vigor. There was so much potential with this new space–so many resources, so much knowledge at his fingertips. He could certainly move Cal and Lia in now that Lorroakan was no longer able to deny them entry. This would be their home. For the first time in a long time, his family would not be displaced nor at the mercy of another’s pity and generosity.
Lorroakan was nothing more than a pile of ash now. Tav had shown up with her party and a powerful Aasimar to confront him shortly after her arrival in the city. She pulled Rolan out of the way in the ensuing fight and ordered him to keep his distance. She used a Scroll of Disintegrate, and that was the end of his former master.
Rolan could only be so bitter that he couldn’t have been the one to deal the final blow. Better that it was Tav than anyone else. If he couldn’t finish things himself, she was the one he trusted to do so. She was the woman who slayed Ketheric Thorm, after all.
And speak of the devil.
Or, the half-elf, as it were.
Tav traipsed through the portal into the tower, just as infuriatingly confident as she was the moment she stepped foot in the Emerald Grove and stuck her nose into business that wasn’t her own. Though, that nosiness had saved Cal, Lia, and himself on several occasions. Rolan owed her a life debt ten times over, but when he told her as much, she waved her hand and insisted he owed her nothing.
She was amenable to a hefty discount on scrolls as a compromise, but he still felt it wasn’t enough to show his gratitude.
“Scrolls are typically sold at the front counter,” he mused, watching her lazily from where he was perched on his new throne of books. He snapped closed the copy of Impractical Magic that he held in his hands and sat up as she approached.
“I’m aware,” she replied.
Never mind that Sorcerous Sundries had already closed for the day. How she had gotten in was beyond him. Knowing her, she had simply picked the lock and sealed the door behind her. He’d left the portal to the tower open for Cal and Lia, but he hadn’t expected…this.
Tav took a few slow steps towards him, her hands clasped behind her back as she glanced around the tower.
Was she avoiding his gaze?
“I just wanted to check in on Ramazith’s new master, see how you’re faring. Are Cal and Lia around?”
“No, no, they’ve gone down to the Blushing Mermaid for the evening. Alfira’s performing, and Lakrissa didn’t want to sit and drink alone.”
“Ah,” she said lightly. “They’ll be gone the whole evening, I presume?”
“As far as I’m aware,” Rolan replied. “At least, I don’t anticipate they’ll be back for a long while. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious,” she shrugged.
Rolan tilted his head, and the end of his tail flicked curiously. She met his gaze and smiled. There was a gleam in her eye, a twinkle of something that piqued his interest.
Of course, she’d intrigued him from the moment she inserted herself into his life and then sauntered away to save the entire Grove from imminent destruction.
When they gathered for a celebration, she had watched him perform magic tricks for the children. Afterwards, she approached him with a bottle of Tyche Pink–not swill, but certainly no Blingdenstone Blush–and mentioned a clearing in the forest nearby, tucked away from prying eyes.
He should have followed her.
Instead, he declined and went to bed alone. As did she.
Later, she found him at the bottom of a bottle at the Last Light Inn. He was awful to her–rude, snarky, and ungrateful for the help he so desperately needed but was too stubborn to accept. Of course, she’d saved the day once again. Cal and Lia were freed from Moonrise Towers, and Rolan was saved from his own stupidity after she found him stumbling far too close to the shadows as he chided himself for allowing his siblings to be stolen away.
When all was said and done, Rolan thanked her after she approached him and his siblings at the bar of the inn. When she circled back to him later on, he teased her and called her greedy. She just smiled, slapped a few gold pieces on the bar, and called for another round of drinks for her tiefling friends. His face was already flushed from the tankard of ale he’d finished far too quickly, but who was he to refuse a free drink from a celebrated hero?
Tav touched his shoulder and leaned in to wish him a good night before she slipped away for the evening.
Lakrissa was the one who pointed and laughed at the way Rolan’s tail curled in a neat S shape when the warmth of her breath tickled his ear. Unfortunately, Tav was still within earshot (Rolan fully believed this was Lakrissa’s intention), and when she looked back at him, she smiled wryly and winked before disappearing up the stairs.
He wondered if he could choke himself to death with his own tail.
Or maybe Lakrissa.
When Tav first stumbled into Sorcerous Sundries, her face lit up at the sight of him and his heart hammered in his chest. When she approached the desk, her smile fell. She asked what had happened–why his face was bruised, scratched, and battered–and he was stiff as he assured her it was nothing to worry about.
He was thankful when she didn’t press the issue.
He was more thankful when she brought the Nightsong–an entire person, and the daughter of Selûne no less–and blew Lorroakan to kingdom come.
Now, she was darkening his doorway outside of business hours asking how long they might be alone together.
Tav had shown up in the elegant robe that she’d dyed Boreal Blue immediately after purchase from Facemaker’s Boutique. It was a far cry from the dark Ashmeadow outfit she typically wore while conducting business around the city, and certainly not something Rolan had seen her wear previously. Come to think of it, he’d rarely seen her without her blood-soaked armor, a weapon in hand, and at least one fresh corpse nearby.
Her dark hair, typically tied up and out of the way out of sheer pragmatism, cascaded down her shoulders and shone in the warm, flickering candlelight.
“Has boredom truly driven you to find company in me of all people?” Rolan asked. “There are plenty of others who would froth at the mouth for an opportunity to speak with you.”
Tav stopped pacing the room and looked at him. “Would you prefer to be alone?”
“No,” he answered honestly. “Though, I would like to know what brought you here at this hour. Consider it my own curiosity. You have your own wizard at your camp to keep you entertained, do you not?”
Gale of Waterdeep was a powerful and talented wizard, indeed. Once a Chosen of Mystra, he had fallen from her good graces once Tav had stopped him from detonating the orb that the goddess of magic had placed in his chest.
Tav scoffed. “Oh, please. I’ve had enough of Gale and Astarion’s incessant bickering for one lifetime. It’s merely a form of foreplay at this point, and I’ve no need to witness it any longer than necessary. Same for Shadowheart and Lae’zel. Insufferable, the lot of them. At least Wyll and Karlach can separate their romance from their violence, though they are just as insufferable in their own charming way.”
The tip of Rolan’s tail twitched again, pleased by the idea that she held no affection for Gale beyond valuing his friendship. He had never been sure with the way Tav carted him around to every location despite having a rotation of other capable companions available.
“And what of the druid, Halsin?” he asked lightly.
“Spending his evening at Sharess’ Caress, as far as I’m aware,” she smirked, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at the thought. “The man despises everything about the city with the exception of that particular establishment. It seems his reputation precedes him there.”
Halsin seemed content to go wherever nature led and share in love given freely. Tav had always treated Halsin with respect as the archdruid of Emerald Grove. It was clear she looked up to him as a mentor as he guided her through different skills and practices to hone her own druidic craft.
He was what Lorroakan should have been to Rolan.
It seemed everyone in Tav’s party had coupled up since the Grove, finding solace in another’s embrace during their weary nights traveling across Faerûn.
All except Tav.
There was no shortage of eligible bachelors around the city who would jump at the chance to wine and dine such a strong, capable, beautiful woman. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Enver Gortash himself sought her out, begging her to join him and rule Faerûn at his side.
“Then, again I ask: To what do I owe the pleasure of your impromptu visit?”
Tav laughed. “To think that my presence would become a pleasure to you rather than a nuisance.”
Rolan sat low in his seat, legs splayed as he studied her with his head resting in his hand. The way she looked at him and absentmindedly licked her lips made him think that his suspicions regarding her arrival might be more than just wishful thinking on his part.
“I believe you’re avoiding the question,” he replied easily. He smirked when her head snapped up, surprised at his forthrightness.
“I…”
It was the first time he’d seen her at a loss for words, scrambling to find a quip or heatless insult that could further delay any explanation. When she found there was no way out (with the exception of physically leaving the premises, to which she did not seem inclined), she sighed and let her head fall back against the framing of a bookshelf across from him.
“Of all the people I’ve spoken to and traveled with over how many eves? And you’re the only one who sees through me so easily,” she said finally, turning her gaze back on him. “Do you not take joy in the game, Rolan?”
Rolan raised an eyebrow. “Game?”
Tav pushed off from the bookshelf and approached him slowly, not breaking his gaze as he looked upon her, confused, but curious all the same.
“For such an intelligent wizard, you certainly are capable of being a blind fool when you desire.”
When he didn’t respond, she continued. “I thought you had simply rejected me at the party after the Grove, and I was content to let my feelings lie. Then, I found you at the Last Light Inn, drunk and on the verge of a row with children. You’ve no idea how close I was to throttling you when we found you outside near the shadows. Halsin was the one to calm me after I’d complained how stupid you were, how reckless and irresponsible your decision was.”
She was closer now, ascending the steps towards the throne–towards him.
“I was elated to find that you had survived the trek to the city, finally safe from the horrors that lurked beyond. And then I come to find that you’re at the mercy of a bastard who did not deserve the honor or the privilege of having you as an apprentice. I was ready to flay Lorroakan alive for what he’d done to you. Karlach was the voice of reason who kept me from going after him alone. I took great pleasure in killing him and could only wish he’d stayed alive long enough for Aylin to brain him the same way she had Ketheric.”
Rolan looked up at her as she hovered in front of him. She leaned down and braced one hand on the armrest of the throne.
“And finally, finally, I have found a moment of peace. A moment to breathe. And here I am, in your tower–dressed in the finest robe I own, mind you–and you refuse to let me seduce you with the witty remarks and coy entendres I had prepared ahead of time. Such a shame.”
She tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear.
Rolan wondered when exactly he had lost control of this situation.
“If we’re to drop all pretense for my visit, then let me be clear: My intention is for you to take me in any way you please, preferably atop this throne. Though, I am amenable to a bed, or even a soft carpet.”
He went quiet for a moment, eyes fixed on her as his mouth hung open just enough to reveal the sharp points of his teeth. What had he done to deserve such good fortune? Rolan couldn’t be sure. If he asked Tav, she would probably recite a long list of reasons that he would wholeheartedly disagree with, while secretly being flattered.
He stood slowly until she was forced to step back and look up at him. Then, he was cupping her face in his hands and kissing her, soft and slow as he savored the press of her lips against his own. It was something he’d thought about often during his travels to Baldur’s Gate–a secret, late-night fantasy that he’d once scribbled into a journal just to get the thought out of his head.
The soft press of her tongue against his sent a thrill down his spine. He let his hands drop from her face to grasp onto her hips, pulling her until she was flush against him. They broke apart with a soft gasp. Rolan brushed her hair aside and pressed gentle kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He nipped at her skin experimentally and was pleased when she moaned quietly in response.
He untied the collar of her dress and let the flimsy material fall away. He brushed a thumb across her nipple as it hardened in the sudden exposure to the chill of the room. He pulled the ties of her skirt and let the dress fall open. Tav shrugged the garment off and let it pool at her feet.
“I see you’ve come prepared,” Rolan noted cheekily as he let his hands roam over the warmth of her skin. She wore no undergarments beneath her robes, leaving her utterly naked and exposed in the middle of the tower. He gazed upon her body unabashedly. It felt like a privilege to see her like this, and he would treat it as such.
“You’re wearing far too much clothing for my liking,” Tav said, her hands roaming beneath his white linen shirt and brushing the ridges that decorated his body. She leaned up and kissed him again as he fumbled with the tie on his pants, shoving them down and kicking them to the side gracelessly.
Tav simply laughed at the display, at Rolan’s obvious eagerness despite his attempts to act as if this situation didn’t make him anxious and giddy. He didn’t mind–he loved to hear her gravelly laugh in his ear, even if it was at his expense. Though, there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye, a slyness in her smile as she walked two fingers up chest before prodding him gently.
“Sit.”
Rolan swallowed and nodded quickly, stumbling back until he was seated on the throne once more.
“Good boy,” she purred.
Oh.
Oh.
Rolan’s cock twitched at the words, and he felt his skin flush as she smiled down at him, her fingers brushing stray hair from his face delicately. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know this about himself; no, he’d had plenty of late nights imagining scenarios not unlike this, hand on his cock as he thought of her singing praises in his ear.
Fantasy couldn’t prepare him for the reality of Tav standing before him, petting his face, and calling him a good boy as though he were merely a silly pup in need of training. His cock stirred again at the thought, conjuring images of him desperately rutting against her thigh while she stroked his hair.
Tav’s voice broke him from his reverie. “You take direction so well.”
Rolan beamed–honest to Gods beamed as his tail flicked near his feet. She pinched his chin between her thumb and index finger and tilted his face upwards to look at her. Then, her lips were on his, soft and sweet as she tangled her fingers into his hair.
The thing about tiefling biology–
“Are you purring?” Tav asked, low and warm in his ear. Rolan huffed and pressed his face into the valley between her breasts as she chuckled, not in jest, but in delight. “Gods, you are precious.”
It made his heart flutter, and he pressed a kiss to her chest in thanks. He peered up at her and caught her tender–dare he say, loving–gaze. She kissed his forehead between his horns, then leaned in to whisper, “You have no idea how special you are to me, Rolan,” and then he was pulling her into his lap, their lips crashing together in a mess of tongues and clashing teeth.
Tav pulled away only to throw one leg over his thighs so she was straddling him on the throne. He gulped when he felt the warmth of her cunt rubbing against his cock. Rolan rocked his hips and whined when she put a hand between them and wrapped her fingers around him, a feather light touch that made him shiver.
“I promised that you could have me in any way you please. So, how would the new Master of the tower take me?”
Rolan licked his lips. “I would have you just like this. Atop this throne, in my arms.”
She smiled and kissed him again before sitting up to align him at her entrance, then sinking down slowly. Her eyes rolled back, and he took the opportunity to take a nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking as she pushed herself further down on his cock. This pulled a moan from deep within her chest.
When she opened her eyes, she met his gaze and bit her lip as she paused to revel in the stretch and ache. Rolan pressed his face against her shoulder and huffed. She was so warm, so tight around him; he felt he could stay with her like this forever, though rationally he knew how impractical that was. Though, it did give him a few ideas of things they could do in Sorcerous Sundries. That was a conversation for a different day. Right now, he could only focus on Tav and the way she sighed dreamily as she started to move.
“Gods, Tav,” he groaned. He watched as she started to bounce on him, and she cupped his face far too tenderly for how she fucked herself on him as if using him like a toy. She pressed her forehead to his and huffed a quiet laugh.
“Look at you,” she whispered. His tail curled around her thigh possessively. “My sweet boy. You feel so good inside of me.”
Rolan groaned and pushed up into her. She gasped and slipped a hand between them to rub at that little bundle of nerves just above where his length slid into her. He cupped her breasts and rubbed his clawed thumbs over each nipple. The pleased sigh she exhaled sent a jolt of arousal straight to his core.
Tav braced her free hand on his shoulder and panted softly as she neared her climax. The room was filled with the lewd sound of skin clapping on skin and her crescendoing moans. Rolan’s abs burned with the effort to meet up against her own thrusts, but the pleasure building at the base of his spine distracted him from the effort.
She set a brutal pace as she chased her own pleasure, her eyes screwed shut as a string of expletives fell from her lips. Sweat beaded along her hairline and her cheeks were flushed from arousal and exertion.
When she opened her eyes and caught his gaze again, she leaned into his ear and panted, “I want you to come inside of me, please, fill me up, Rolan I–I need–oh!”
The flutter of her cunt around him sent Rolan over the edge. He cried out as he gripped her hips, his claws digging into her skin as she threw her head back and groaned loudly at the feeling of his release within her. She rode out her orgasm until her legs twitched and she was nearly folding over from overstimulation. Rolan tried to catch his breath, and he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close as his chest heaved.
Tav wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him before burying her face into the space just below his jaw. A warmth flooded his chest, and he began to purr once more. This earned a weary giggle from Tav before she pulled away and looked at him again.
“I mean what I said earlier,” she said quietly. “You are so, so special to me. I thank the Gods every day that I still have you in my life.”
Rolan felt a blush creep up his neck. “You are far too kind to me for how I’ve treated you. I do not deserve your time, attention, or kindness, yet you give it to me freely despite my past transgressions.”
Tav huffed and smiled. “You will always be the cranky tiefling from the Grove in my heart. But now, you are the Master of Ramazith’s Tower–the Master that Baldur’s Gate deserves. I can only hope that perhaps I have a place at your side.”
Rolan caught her lips in another kiss and smiled when she started to run her fingers through his hair, the small ponytail he wore having long since come loose.
“You will always have a place with me, my darling.”