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As soon as the Elder Brain is defeated, you are running as fast as your feet will carry you towards Ramazith's Tower - you need to find Rolan and make sure he’s safe. During the battle when he fired his cannon, he was quickly hit with direct fire from one of the nautiloids, and you fear the worst has happened.
“Where is he?” you shout breathlessly as you run through the front doors of Sorceries Sundries.
Cal and Lia are tearing the store apart, looking for something.
“Oh gods, Tav, you’re here. Shouldn't you be—"
"Where is he?" you ask again, interrupting Lia.
"He—he—he’s still on the roof with the cannon,” she replies. “I can’t find the healing potions or the scrolls of revival."
“I’ll handle it,” you shout, running up the stairs to the tower portals. There’s a new one in your favorite color, and you know that’s the one to the man you have loved since the day you met at the Emerald Grove — you pray that you still have a chance to tell him.
You materialize on the roof, and Rolan is slumped in the chair sitting behind the cannon, barely breathing. You kneel in front of him to take inventory of his injuries, and while it is bad, it's not fatal. You cast Healing Word, and Rolan’s eyes open.
“Tav?” he rasps.
“I’m here,” you reply, cupping his face and casting the spell again, bringing him to full health.
“We won?”
Your eyes well up with tears and you nod. “We did. It’s over.”
A small smile grows on Rolan’s face. “And your worm?”
“It’s gone. I’m healed,” you reply as a tear slides down your cheek.
Rolan places his hand over yours and wraps his tail around your waist. “Thank the gods. I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you…if I didn’t have a chance to—”
Your heart starts racing for a new reason as you look into his eyes. You need to tell him how you feel, but before you are able to say anything, he continues.
“— to tell you that I love you.”
Without hesitating, you lean in and kiss him, and he kisses you back with equal urgency. “I love you too,” you say between kisses, and he lifts you up to straddle his lap.
Rolan runs his hands down your sides and moans, “I have wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“You only want to kiss me?” you ask while nipping on his earlobe and grinding your hips against his rapidly growing erection.
He grabs your ass. “What do you think?”
Your breath tickles his ear as you laugh softly. “I think you want to fuck me.”
“Do you always have to be right?” he chuckles as the tip of his tail drops between your thighs.
You rest your forehead against his, moaning as he teases you with his tail. “Only when it comes to being with the man I love.”
“And what do you want?” he asks.
“To be greedy,” you say as you lean in for another kiss.
“Take it all,” Rolan moans.
You yank open his robes and slip your hand into his trousers, wrapping your fingers around his cock. His ridged cock.
"Oh wow," you whisper.
"Not what you're used to?"
You stroke him slowly, pulling another moan from the cocky wizard. "You're the only tiefling I've been with, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it."
"I'm certain of it," Rolan says. He unties the laces holding your shirt together. "Too many clothes."
"Aren’t you a wizard? Just magic them away."
Rolan raises on of his eyebrows and snaps his fingers, making your clothes disappear. He takes a moment to look at you, but you distract him when you lean up and bring his cock to your entrance.
"I don't want to wait," you say.
Rolan threads his fingers in your hair and kisses you while he thrusts his hips upwards. There is little resistance because you are so turned on, and you move your hips down until the rest against his thighs. You move together when he changes from his thrusting positing to sitting in the chair.
"Tav," he moans into your mouth, unable to think of any other words.
You start moving your hips, grinding on his lap, and enjoying each and every ridge on his cock. "Gods, Rolan. I'm not going to last too long."
"Me—me either. I have wanted this for so long." Rolan moves his hands to your waist.
"Me too. I had to force myself to not jump you at Last Light Inn before the battle of Moonrise," you confess.
"I was halfway to your tent that night before Dammon talked some since into me. He told me to let you rest." Rolan kisses your neck, gently grazing your skin with his sharp teeth.
"Remind me to—to—punch Dammon the next time we see him."
Rolan smacks your ass. "No punching my friends."
You let out something between a laugh and a moan.
Rolan smacks your ass again and mutters, "You naughty thing. You like being punished."
You take a fistful of his hair and pull hard enough that he's forced to look in your eyes. He bites his lower lip and his cock gets harder inside you. "I'm not the only one who likes a little pain, huh?"
Rolan smirks and, without breaking eye contact, moves one of his thumbs to rub you clit.
It's almost too much — his ridged cock inside you, his thumb on your clit, the stinging from his spanks, the devotion in his eyes. "I'm—I'm—"
"Oh, Tav, come for me. Please."
You lean in for another kiss. "Come with me," you barely manage to say.
"Are you sure?" Rolan asks.
"Ye—yes. I have a charm that keeps me from getting preg—"
Rolan kisses you, cutting off your sentence. He's heard all he needs to.
The two of you move in blissful sync, chasing pleasure together, and your cunt starts to pulse around him as you get closer to orgasming.
"Come with me," Rolan breathes, and that's all it takes for you to fall over the edge. His cock stiffens momentarily as he comes, pulsing his release inside of you. He continues rubbing your clit as you ride out your orgasm, and only stops when you move his hand away.
You collapse against him, taking deep breaths, and he moves his arms around you, holding you in a tight embrace.
"You are incredible," he whispers in your ear.
"So are you," you reply. You look up at him with a giant smile, and there's a matching one on his face.
"How did I get so lucky, meeting you?" he asks.
"I'm the lucky one," you say, kissing him again.