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It was damn hard, but you did it. But now all you needed was a relax.
The Last Light was not so crowded that night. Many were still licking their wounds or just resting in their rooms.
Rolan caught your eye. He stood at the bar, cleaning up the remains of the mess he had made the day before.
As you approached him, he looked over his shoulder and said:
"Oh, it's you. Have you changed your mind about the reward, or have you decided to apologize for this?"
He lifted his sleeve and showed you the huge dark bruise on his arm that he'd gotten after you'd thrown the heavy bag of coins he'd offered you for saving your brother and sister.
"No, I have no regrets," you said, jumping onto the counter he had so carefully polished. "How are Lia and Cal?"
"Well, first I fed them, then they washed for half a day, and then they fell into a fitful sleep. They need some time to recover, prison of absolutes is not the best place on earth, thank you."
"What about you?" you picked up the bottle of wine and twirled it in your hands,
"first you drank out of sorrow, and now you drink out of joy? Can't you relax any other way?"
"I hardly drank today, I just decided to clean up a bit, but what do you mean?"
You looked slyly into his golden eyes and raised the neck of the bottle to your lips, drumming playfully with your tongue. The remains of the sour wine tickled your receptors.
The gesture left no room for misinterpretation, and the tiefling reacted immediately:
"Zurgan!" he said, not in disgust, but in surprise.
"Just because you refused my money doesn't mean I'm your whore, Tav!"
The tiefling grumbled and fidgeted, pretending to go through rags.
You put the bottle down and decided to change your strategy:
"I didn't mean it like that. I just thought, oh, hell..." The revelation was not easy for you.
"You thought what? That since you're all heroic now, you can just take whatever you want? I appreciate it, Tav, but I'm not your stupid toy. You know, maybe you should go see Astarion, he seems to have a similar... mindset."
Rolan's nostrils flared, especially when he mentioned the vampire, and the rags he'd been carefully folding crumpled in his hands.
"No, hell it, just hear me out. To be honest, I thought I could have died any damn second and I'll probably leave this world soon because of that fucking worm in my head. So I thought, what's wrong with spending the night with someone you like and are attracted to?"
Rolan had listened with interest, he had stopped cleaning and now turned his whole body towards you.
"I mean, sure, if you're grossed out by me and I'm not your type, say so. But if you like me even a little bit, then..."
There was a noise, Jaheira had come back from the street and slammed the doors, and you dropped to a whisper:
"Then let's spend the night together. Just one night. And who knows what will happen to us next. Maybe we'll never see each other again."
Rolan stared at you predatorily, and you could not read his thoughts. The tiefling's tail whipped audibly through the air.
"I sleep in a room with my brother and sister," he finally squeezed out.
"Got it. Well, I'll drown myself in shame in Chionthar as soon as I get to the city. Sorry." - You hurried to jump off the counter and get away, but a clawed hand stopped you.
"I sleep in a room with my brother and sister. So give me your room number."
"Number two hundred and three," you replied practically with your lips.
Jaheira came closer and you broke free of the tiefling's grip and hurried to your room to avoid witnesses.
Rolan knocked softly twenty minutes later, good, you had time to tidy up. When you opened the door, you met his worried look, as if he hadn't expected anyone to open the door.
Rolan came in and said, not knowing how to begin:
"So you like me and are attracted to me?" - He asked incredulously.
"I am. Your devotion to your family and your loyalty to your goals strikes me to the core. I've never met anyone who cares so selflessly and sincerely for their loved ones and pursues their dreams with such perseverance."
No matter how eloquently you wanted to describe your feelings, your tongue was barely listening and your mind was elsewhere.
You put your hands on the desk behind you, and Rolan took a step toward you.
"I don't remember hearing so many kind words from someone," he grinned smugly.
"I'm sorry you have to hear them from a dying girl. But I don't want this to be a night of regrets" - you opened your nightgown and Rolan wrapped his arms around your neck.
"That's not going to happen," he pressed his lips greedily against yours, as if he'd been waiting for this for so long.
But just because he had agreed to share your bed, it did not mean that he intended to be affectionate or gentle with you.
The Tiefling turned your back to him as he hurried to remove his pants. It was as if he was ashamed of his own body and didn't want you to look at it.
You, as a human with no experience with tieflings, had little understanding of how this should happen and just decided to trust him and give yourself to the moment.
He threw off your robe and pulled back the fabric of your panties, positioning his cock at your entrance. You stretched out on the table. Everything happened without foreplay, fast and furious. He gripped your neck tightly with his hands during his powerful thrusts.
A low moan escaped his throat when he was finished. And then he just got dressed and left silently, leaving you alone like his used whore.
You spent the next day thinking about it, trying not to leave the damn room to avoid awkward encounters. The bruises on your neck still hadn't healed.
There was a hurried knock at the door and you opened it carefully, hiding behind the door. It was him.
"Tav, I wanted to, I... Zurgan," Rolan chewed his lip and put his fingers to the bridge of his nose when he saw your bruises.
You gestured for him to come in.
"Gods, Tav. I'm sorry about yesterday. It's been so long since I've done anything like that. And you know I haven't done it with humans. I thought I was just being a fun animal for you, but I couldn't resist the temptation.. Hells, I can't do anything right. Not a damn thing! I'm just a dirty pig. I'm so sorry." - The tiefling held out a healing ointment to you.
You nodded understandingly and accepted the ointment, grateful for the revelation but still not satisfied.
"Rolan, I would never treat you like a circus animal. After all, I have no idea how you could think that. But I understand..." - Your heart clenched at the memory of how the Tieflings were treated in the grove and the other places you knew.
"Really? I thought, I thought maybe you'd give me, us... a second chance? And I wouldn't be such a pig to you, I promise," he raised his eyebrows and waited for an answer.
You looked at him in amazement; you didn't think he would talk to you, let alone apologize. And the thought of having to earn your forgiveness was so tantalizing...
A gentle nod made him exhale in relief, smile, and embrace you.
He kissed each of your cheeks, your temples, your lips. He held you in his arms like your most precious treasure.
Rolan caressed your collarbone with his hot tongue, never missing a millimeter.
He moved lower and lower, massaging your breasts, and you watched with pleasure. Well, if he really wanted your apology, he would have to work for it! You asked for more and more and he didn't dare to refuse you.
You pulled him down on the bed and laid on your back.
Rolan undressed you both and drew circles and zigzags with his tongue over your belly, your thighs, and then your vulva and clit.You moaned shamelessly, enjoying what was happening. The Tiefling satisfied you mercilessly with his searing tongue until you shivered. Well, the apology was accepted, almost.
"Rolan, please..." - You sobbed pitifully.
"Please what?" - He looked away, just to hear you out.
"I want you inside," - you begged.
Rolan's smug rumble could be heard and he immediately climbed on top of you.
Now he took his time penetrating you, savoring every cell of your wet vagina. You finally felt him properly and enjoyed his aroused face right above you, holding his hair. You exchanged lustful, trusting glances and it pleased you.
You came again when he sped up the rhythm and decided to thank him. You jumped up on your knees and took his quivering end in your mouth and sucked on it vigorously.
Rolan moaned for the whole building to hear and came all over your face and hair. You wiped your face and relaxed as you fell into bed with him.
Lia's screams could be heard:
"Rolan? Where did he go, I heard him scream, I think he's here!" She and someone else could be heard approaching quickly.
You said in confused:
"Rolan, you closed the door behind you, didn't you?"
He just looked at you sharply with widened eyes and jumped up, trying to find his pants.
You wrapped yourself in the blanket and headed for the door to lock it, but Lia was faster.
She burst into the room ready for battle, ready to defend her brother. Cal ran in after her.
"Brother! Did you scream? Where the hell did you go, we couldn't find you half the night."
Rolan appeared before them, pulling his pants up his ass in vain. Looks like it's time for a bigger pair of pants. And Tav, wrapped in a blanket, trying in vain to brush her hair back with the palm of her hand. And shamefully hiding her face at the same time.
The scent of sex hit Lia's nose and she moaned infernally.
"What the hell..."
Cal, who had realized before she did, grabbed her elbow:
"Let's leave them sis, our help is not needed here."