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magical-warlock · 3 months

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I had so much fun with the ask yesterday, that I rewrote some bits to make a Dorian/trans male Lavellan version x3 I crossposted both on my Ao3, because I had fun writing it, but I am sharing the altered version here too x3 Just be mindful that this could use some triggering words, and if you are not comfortable with the Cl** and Cu** words being used, stay clear of this please x3 Pairing: Dorian/trans male Lavellan Rating: E

The rush of air felt cold against his flushed cheeks.

He heard the soft splashing of the nearby well, the sound comforting in contrast with the noise inside. Just a moment for himself was all he needed, a moment of calmness after dealing with too many politicians and murder plots.

Revassan took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scents of the exotic flowers around him.

“Ah, and there I wondered where the hero of the evening went. I figured I’d find you here.” Dorian’s voice made him smile on the spot. It had been hard to find even a minute for themselves with everything going on. They’d only been able to squeeze in one tiny dance on the balcony.

“You always seem to sense where to find me,” Revassan smirked at the mage. “I’d almost say you keep a magical tracker on me.”

“Maybe I do.” He watched the eyes of the Altus glinting slightly, his lips stretching into a mischievous smirk. “We Tevinter mages are rather good at keeping track of our elves.” Dorian joked. “Wouldn’t want them to run away and develop free will, right?” he teased.

“Ah, I knew there was a catch.” The elf chuckled, observing as Dorian's expression softened. “I take it you came to fetch me then?”

“Actually, I wanted to steal a moment with you.” Dorian presented him with the bottle of wine he’d held behind his back. “What could be nicer than a picnic in Celene’s gardens right?”

“And also her wine, I assume?”

“Of course.” The mage gestured him toward the stone frame of the well. He would never get dirt onto his outfit. “But to soothe your conscience, I asked very politely,” Dorian added swiftly.

“Aren’t you always?” Revassan chuckled as he graciously sat next to the Tevinter mage. “I’m impressed.”

“As you should be.” By the creators, he loved this cocky man. He’s tried to withstand his charms at first but fell for him sooner than expected. Now, he was caught in his trap, unable to let go of the magnificent man that Dorian Pavus was.

“I see you’re very humble tonight.” Revassan teased, watching as Dorian conjured two drinking cups up before he filled them with the sweet red liquid.

“Of course I am.” Dorian’s mustache moved with his smile. “I am the humblest man you’ll ever meet,” he added, only his eyes betraying his words and calling his tease out. By now, Revassan was more than capable of reading this man.

It took him a while to see the vulnerability of Dorian, but he’d taken a deep understanding after meeting his father in Redcliffe.

“Thank you for sneaking the wine out.” Revassan’s smile was genuine. “I needed it,” he added. The past evening had been a lot, and he hadn’t been sure how to deal with political situations. His people didn’t really meddle in things like that, the conclave being the only exception he witnessed.

If he was honest, it was surprising that they listened to a Dalish elf.

“I know.” Dorian’s voice sounded soft when he spoke. “You’re not ballroom material,” he added, the tease evident in his voice. “For me, it’s like coming home.” His gaze drifted away for a heartbeat, the corners of his lips dropping slightly.

“Do you miss it?”

“Home? Of course. Tevinter might have his flaws, but it’s still my home. Don’t you miss your Clan?” he replied, taking a thoughtful sip of wine as he let it dance on his palate. “Hm, I have to say not bad, but nothing could beat a Tevinter Redwine.”

“I miss them.” A sad smile danced on Revassan’s lips. “I miss them ever since I left. Funny, isn’t it?” he chuckled.

“I always wanted to leave, but now that I am so far away from them, I can’t help but want to go back.” It wasn’t as if he could or would, to begin with. There had been nothing more he wanted but to go back when he woke up in the dungeon in Haven. But he knew there was no turning back now.

He’d come too far for that.

Also, there was Dorian. He wasn’t sure if his father would approve of a Tevinter Altus, meaning he’d need to make a choice sooner or later. For now, though, he didn’t want to choose.

“We always miss the things we can’t have. Or so they say.” The mage’s face turned firm, his eyes studying him intensely.

“I told myself I won’t compromise myself anymore.” He set the cup aside before his hand stretched to touch Revassan’s cheek. The elf felt the cold metal of Dorian’s rings pressing against his skin, the touch soothing against his wine-heated cheeks.

“Neither should you.”

Revassan couldn’t say who initiated it, maybe both of them, but he didn’t care much about the hows and who’s as he melted contently into the kiss. Dorian always knew what he needed, the sweet taste of Orlesian wine lingering on his lips.

He got lost in the touch, slightly shuddering against the mage’s palm cupping his cheek.

It was easy to forget everything around them as he closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment and closeness of the other man against him as neither wanted to withdraw.

“Getting a little excited?” Dorian chuckled against his lips as he felt him shiver

He didn’t even give him a chance to answer until his tongue brushed against his lips, gently asking for entrance before slipping in. This bastard knew all too well what he did to him. Revassan melted in his arms as his whimpers were muffled by the invading tongue exploring his mouth.

An unbearable heat began to claim his body, yet he also shivered as he felt the chilly breeze.

All he felt was the body pressing against him and the tongue moving inside his mouth. A hand pressed against his lower back, drawing him closer while the mage ravaged every corner of his mouth, leaving him wanting more.

“Dorian~” his voice got muffled against his devouring lips, and he wasn’t sure if he had spoken or just uttered the altus’s name in his head. It didn’t really matter.

“You’re shivering.” The smug reply indicated that Dorian heard him after all. “And you’re aroused. I know it,” he added, luring a groan out of the elf’s lips as their pelvises touched.

“So are you.” Revassan teased before a rushed breath escaped him when Dorian pushed him further against one of the walls surrounding the gardens.

“I am always excited for you, Amatus,” he whispered against his ear, his tongue darting over the pointed tips and making him moan hoarsely. Revassan tried to hold back, but he couldn’t betray the want in his voice.

Creators, he wanted this man, and he wanted him now.

“We can’t.” The elf tried to protest still, fighting a battle against his wine and lust-filled brain. He wanted to do nothing more but to be ravaged by the tevinter mage, no matter the place or the time.

“I can tell you don’t mean what you say.” Dorian chuckled, his lips still too close to his sensitive ears.

He dragged his tongue all over the tip, causing Revassan’s fingers to curl into his tunic tightly. A strangled moan escaped him as he tilted his head to the side, giving the impossible man more access to his ear and neck.

“I guess I have to make you beg for it then. We both know you will.”

It was both a threat and a promise. Dorian always managed to bring him to that point, and Revassan was sure the Altus would manage this time, too. No matter if they were in the Empress's gardens or not.

A part of him needed to admit that the thought excited him a bit.

“What if someone sees us?” The elf asked, even though the chance added to the thrill. He knew the corner that Dorian was dark enough that no one would see for real, but just the implication of it would serve the nobles enough topics to gossip about.

“Are you truly caring about that?” Dorian’s voice was husky, but Revassan knew he only needed to say the word, and he’d stop.

“I leave that to you to find out.” Revassan teased him, only to moan as quietly as he could when he felt Dorian’s teeth scrapping against the sensitive skin of his ears.

One hand slowly snaked towards his crotch, brushing against his pants innocently enough to play it off accidentally. But he knew it wasn’t. He couldn’t help but press against the hand, secretly yearning for more as the mage’s lips and teeth drove him insane in such a short amount of time.

“Dorian…~” he whimpered as the Altus kissed his way to his earlobe, only to continue at his neck.

His hips couldn’t help but move against the hand, but he was too proud to beg. He wouldn’t give in to Dorian’s demands that quickly, but he also couldn’t help the dizziness rushing through him. It probably was the mixture of the blood flow and the wine.

“I love it when you moan my name like this, Amatus.” The cocky mage whispered against his heated skin.

His lips left marks where they touched him as his hand slowly vanished within the elf’s trousers. They were so close to the goal as they stretched over the smooth skin above his cunt, the touch so very teasing as Revassan wanted nothing more but to be touched.

But Dorian wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Not just like that.

“You’re such a… a prick.” Revassan stuttered out, his brain unable to focus on anything but the heat and the wetness.

“I am, but admit it, You love me for it.” Dorian chuckled against his neck, leaving another mark behind after sucking the sensitive skin. Revassan felt every tooth dragging over his skin and the soft sensation of the mage’s lips as it pressed right against him.

But Dorian was right. He loved this man more than anyone else.

“Dorian…” a moan broke past the elf’s lips again, his hips grinding wantonly against the hand touching anything but his pulsing clit. “Pl… Please.” he gave in and fought his pride, not caring if anyone would see them.

All that he wanted was Dorian.

“I told you. You would eventually start begging.” The altus chuckled just as his hand traveled lover to rub Revassan’s clit. “It’s alright,” he added in a soothing voice as the elf moaned underneath his touch, his fingers curling firmly into his clothes.

“I take care of you,” Dorian promised softly, his hand never stopping its circling motion as it pressed against the elf’s engorged clit.

It drove him insane. The sensation, as much as the knowledge of being handled in the Empresse’s gardens, was too much. He didn’t know what to think since all his thoughts became a heated blur, his hips thrusting into his lover’s hands on their own.

It didn’t matter anymore where they were or what they did. All that mattered was that Revassan was here and the heat rushing through him, wanting more. And what he wanted right now was to find release within his lover’s hands.

“I’m close.” he moaned, his forest green eyes hooded and foggy when he tried to make eye contact.

“Then come for me, Amatus,” Dorian answered, his voice hoarse since he couldn’t hide his own desire. “Come,” he added in a whisper, his lips gently sucking at the tip of Revassan’s pointed ear as his hand kept pressing firmly against his sweet spot.

He didn’t budge when the elf found his release within his hand, hips stuttering as his cunt clenched around nothing.

For a moment, he felt shaky. Only the body of his lover could keep Revassan from falling onto the ground as his heart rate went up. He almost felt like he was bursting, and everything around him was a blur.

But he felt Dorian’s warmth and strength as it held him, the mage’s aftershave so prominent in his nostrils.

Revassan could’ve fallen asleep but forced himself to regain a clear head. No one was around them, just the two of them sharing a heated embrace as the elf slowly came to his senses.

“What about you?” he asked hoarsely as one of his hands softly brushed questionably against Dorian’s bulge.

“How about we join the party for now, and you repay me after we retire to our quarters?” The altus whispered against his ear, cleaning his hand with a handy spell and giving Revassan a moment to make himself decent again.

“You think anyone can lend us any silk shawls?”

#screaming #yelling #amazing work #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #writing #my writing #Pavellan #dorian pavus #male lavellan #trans male lavellan #trans author #lemon #smut #AU version #I can never decide between Revassan being cis or trans #so please bear with me #that's what Au's are for right?#dragon age inquisition

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Come - Enver Gortash

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Wordcount: 1.4K

Warnings: Threats, manipulation, violence.

A cold hand wraps around your shoulder, pushing you back against a hard chest. “You still seem to avoid me, dearest.” He whispers coldly in your ear. The jewelry around his hand cuts into your skin harshly as your eyes widen. “What are you doing here?” You gasp out, panicking as none of your friends seem to notice something was wrong. Gortash chuckles lowly, looking out into the crowd in front of him. “Well, you are trying to avoid me while I proposed a nice deal for a good person like you.” Shivers roll down your spine as you remember the conversation it was.

You were forced to appear in front of the new guardian of Baldur's gate, having no choice in the matter as you were plucked off the street by the metal watchers, the ache from their hold on your wrist still hurting vaguely. And there he was, lord Enver Gortash, sitting behind his desk, reading and writing on some documents as you were pushed into the office. “Ah you made it, it’s always a good sign when someone cooperates.” His smile made the goosebumps on your skin rise, but you didn’t know why. “Don’t you agree?” You nod quickly, Gortash stands up from behind his desk and walks towards you, reaching out his hand to shake yours.

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?” You swallow and nod. "A little." His grip is strong like steel, the shake taking slightly too long before he loosened his grip and put his other hand on top of yours. “Yes, in some matters that seems beneficial.” You’re guided towards a chair and sit in it, Gortash leans against his desk, not quite sitting or standing.

“Your family doesn’t reside in the city, do they?” He questions like he already knows the answer. You nod yet again, it was almost by luck that you were able to find a cheap enough place to stay in the city after all. “No, they live outside the city, makes me worried for them with the threat of the absolute on our doorstep. I haven’t gotten any news from them.” Gortash nods absentmindenly. "Yes, something anyone would worry about. I understand that. We're working hard on that front to protect everyone." His answer seems practiced, as if he had said it so many times it would fail to be truth. You swallow thickly and hold your own hands together. "But I can't imagine that's the reason I'm here. So many others are going through the same thing I am."

Gortash rolls his shoulders before focusing his gaze more intensly on you. "You seem to want to go straight to the point, I'll be clear about it then." His hand reaches out to rest down on your knee. "So, you're alone in the city and have made a bit of name for yourself" your cheeks feel flushed thanks to the compliment. "Wether that be through your kindness or cunning as a business owner. That's something I can appreciate as someone in charge." Something feels wrong about the situation, yet you can't help but freeze as he moves his hand a little higher than your knee, resting it on your thigh. "I could use someone like that, I'll be honest. You need protection for yourself and your family. Normally we would look to our citizens first and then the outside but I am prepared to personally make sure your family is fine.... on a single condition."

"And that would be?" You reply nervously. Gortash smiles, it's obvious that he is completely in control. "Become a public face to the baldurians to accompany me. You're a smart person, imagine all you could get out of it if you'd accept this generous offer that I don't give out often." Your heart skips a beat at the mention of appearing next to Gortash as he talks to your fellow citizens. You'd rather prefer being alone, working but that wouldn't be an option if you'd accept. "What do you get out of it?" Gortash retracts his hand, standing up to appear taller. "A partner, an ally. I don't trust anyone except myself and that won't change but public opinions need to be swayed."

"No." You say determined and stand up. "No?" He repeats. "No, I don't wish to become someone's pretty little plaything who doesn't do anything. Thank you for the offer but no." Your heart beats faster as a silence creeps into the room, Enver's face is tense to say the least. "What a shame, really, I thought you were smarter." Chills run down your spine, your back tenses up as you slowly stand up as well. "I sense it's my time to leave, thank you for your time Archduke." All Enver does is stare. "It was no issue." He intertwines his own hands. "Let me lead you out, as is proper of course." It doesn't take long for Enver to place his hand against your lower back, pretending to help guide you out.

"Take some time to think about my offer. Perhaps you'll change your mind." He whispers softly against your ear before letting go of you. "Time is not going to change my answer, my lord." You walk off slowly, only speeding up once you're certain he wouldn't be able to see you anymore. What the fuck.

"After all, I did promise to take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?" You can hear the grin on his face without even looking at him. "And I remember I declined it, so yes, I did not think you'd come to harass me." Enver clicks his tongue. "Now now, those are some harsh words from someone who will be spending a lot of time with me." No one seems to notice you are uncomfortable but they didn't seem to even want to look in your direction just incase they would gaze at the archduke.

"Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I have a business and I'll be missed I don't show up." You struggle out of his grasp, succesfully and turn to face Enver. "Oh what a shame, guess you haven't seen the notice hung on the building doors." His tone is biting as he slightly lowers himself to look at you. "How fortunate I have such a notice on me." You quickly grasped the letter out of his hands and glared at the paper as if it had burned you.

"You asshole." You hiss, stepping forward but eyes widening as Enver's hand grips itself around your neck, harshly. "You forget your place, I can deal with the disobedience for now but you will know what it will be like to be better. Not any person can be by my side." Enver's lips are pressed tightly together before he lets go. "Beside, with your business gone, you got no one, see how not even one of your supposed friends came over to help you?" Your eyes flicker to your friends who advert their gaze as soon as you watch them. "While they will leave you, I will stay.... and deal with pests like that accordingly." As soon as he snaps his fingers, his guards step in and Enver hold on you tightly. "This could have been a fate avoided if you had just agreed with me the first time, this is all your fault you know." He whispers as screams erupt, guards slashing and slicing people as if it was normal. "You did this." Enver smiles, a sick sense of acomplishment falls over him. The guards that helped today would just become spawning grounds for the intellect devourers.

"You monster!" You hiss and bite harshly in his hand to be let go. Enver hisses but doesn't let go. "You dog!" His grip turns more harsh, making you let groan of the pain it gave you. "How dare you!" You scream, being unable to fight back as the stench of blood fills the room, nauseau rising as the metalic scent becomes stronger. "Soon you'll see how things truly are, I'll help you through it." His lips are forcefully pressed against the back of your neck. "And you will listen, trust me." His voice is slightly lowered as he talks. "There are more ways to make you obedient."

#x reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 x reader #Enver Gortash #Enver gortash x reader #Gortash bg3 #enver gortash bg3 #enver bg3 #Gortash x reader

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Come - Enver Gortash

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Wordcount: 1.4K

Warnings: Threats, manipulation, violence.

#x reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 x reader #Enver Gortash #Enver gortash x reader #Gortash bg3 #enver gortash bg3 #enver bg3 #Gortash x reader

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Despite the less than fortunate circumstances the two of you met in, you think Astarion is the closest thing a person could call a perfect lover.

Besides one, rather large thing that eats at you every night.

He hogs the blanket.

You've tried everything. More blankets, building a wall with pillows, more blankets, lighting the fireplace, and oh, did I mention more blankets?

With each attempt, you wake up shivering in the dead of night, because he has absolutely everything draped over his body—not even wrapped around him—like a mountain of fabric piled on top of him. He sleeps like a corpse, hands and arms stuck to his sides, so why the hells he needs so many, you don't understand.

And when you yank away the blankets, your hands brush against his skin which you swear border on freezing temperatures. If you wrap yourself around multiple times with blankets, it somehow always ends up near him, leaving you to face the blaring cold by yourself.

Quite honestly, you're fed up.

“Darling, there are better ways of asking to tie me up.”

You scoff, tightening the bedroll around his entire body with the strap that comes along with it. “If I wanted to tie you up, it would feel sexier than this.”

“Trust me, love, I think you're sexy even when your hair looks like a nest in the morning.”

You glare at him which earns you a cheeky grin. “I wouldn't look like that if you let me have one night of sleep without waking up to a blizzard!”

He wiggles a bit in the bedroll, testing it out. And just when you think it might hold, the bindings fall apart, and he’s staring at you with lidded eyes, arms free to swipe the blankets away from you. You groan in frustration.

“This is hopeless.”

“There are other means of warming me up, if you’re willing.”

You roll your eyes and he laughs, sitting up to speak to you properly. “I’m only cold because you sleep so far away from me. You're practically on the edge of the bed, hanging off.”

“Because I don't want to make you uncomfortable and accidentally touch you without asking!”

He raises a brow at this. “Surely that's not why you avoid me like the bloody plague when we’re resting?”

Sheepishly, you tug the blanket over your legs. He eyes you up and down with a silent pause, before reaching to pull you against him. He leans backwards into the mattress and drags you along with him, which you nearly yelp at though he doesn't seemed fazed himself. With your face pressed against his chest and your legs entangled with his, you can barely let out your voice without making it sound flustered.

“What is this supposed to be?”

“I won't be cold, and you’ll have your blanket this way.”

You feel his skin against yours. “…you’re freezing.” You want to stay like this forever.

“You’ll adjust, love.”

And as he pulls the blanket over the both of you, he clears his throat.

“And for the record,” he mumbles against your temple. “I don't mind if you're the one touching me.”

#hmmm good shit #good #fucking adorable #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 x reader #fluff #bg3

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i can finally show off the Necromancer trench since theyre going into production now!

100% cotton twill outside, cotton printed lining inside, sizes s-3xl! the initial release will be limited but if they sell well theyll be back, with other designs too 🤍

#god #a dream coat

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Reblogging because I was proud of this :3

Day 9 Roleplay - Rolan

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Wordcount: 1.9K

Warnings: NOT FOR MINORS! Sex! GN reader!

A/N: wrote this during travelling to all wedding events or my friends getting ready while I had to wait or was already done so it might not be my best 💕

The doors open with a little noise, the tower being lit with candles giving it a more different glow than usual. They close with a loud bang that almost makes you jump. "Welcome to Ramazith's tower, we are currently closed." A hologram that almost perfectly copies the owner of the tower popped up. "Pity you aren't actually him." You muse and continue walking forward, looking around the tower in peace. It was so much more peaceful than during the day with screaming children and idiotic adults.

The staircase looks inviting, if memory served right, the office would be up there, filled with some artefacts. A shiver ran down your spine as something felt off, or maybe it was the cold. You simply ignored it and continued walking up the stairs, only turning left when you reached the top of it. A golden door would be the last thing in your way. You crouch and get out your lockpick, praying to yourself that it would work. Two clicks make you grin, you put your lockpick in your bag and reach to open the door.

The office is simple but the portal inside of it wasn't, it flickered and sizzled as if alive and unstable. You hiss as you reach out, the portal zapping you as if trying to keep you out. "Really? Breaking into my tower while it's open during the day?" A voice calls out from the doorway. You spin around to recognise who it is. "Rolan?" You mutter and take a step back, closer to the mysterious portal. "The one and only...." He steps closer, his tail swishes from side to side as if annoyed. "And you are a thief." There is no denying how handsome he looks at this moment and it takes all you have to keep in characther.

"You're not using any of them, so it seems fair someone gets use out of them." You grin but take another step back as Rolan takes a step forward. "Dangerous thing to try and then fail." His voice drops at the end of it, as if making sure you were always destined to fail. "Dangerous? More like fun." You reply back and take another step back only to realise Rolan was muttering something under his breath, his eyes closed and purple magic emaniting from his palms as a strange feeling comes over you. He's calling the portal closer, opens his eyes and smirks before letting it envelop the two of you.

You fall on your knees and look up at Rolan, closer to you than before but more cocky. You don't recognise the room, he must've changed it for the night. "You find yourself trapped if you try to move." Rolan laughs slightly and peers down. You smirk and move away as if to dare him to do anything. "You're not the only one who knows magic." There is a flash of genuine surprise on Rolan's face as he recognises the counterspell you act out. "Been learning for tonight then?" He picks up immedaitly and walks closer, his tail almost reaching out to curl around you. "Of course, had to be prepared."

"Prepared you may be, but you won't be better than me." His hands are around your wrists before your nails, his tail now curled around you leg as he leans in. "Try something, and I'll dispell it in seconds." You grin and begin the incantation of a spell but realise quickly that the space the two of you were teleported to was magically powered to dispell any spells that would be casted twice, unless the seal was broken by its owner. "Cat got your tongue?" He seems to almost purr the words out. "You really trapped me here." You try to keep stoic but break out into a smile. "You finaly did the seal right!" You were excited like you had seen a cat walking around, Rolan could feel himself melt.

"I thought you wanted... this." He sighs and looks at you, letting go of your wrists. "I do I do but I'm just too excited that you got it right to pretend I'm a thief and not your lover." He tsks as you hug him. "Of course I got it right, I am very talented and a little seal like that was not difficult." You grin and kiss him, Rolan's arms immedaitly holding your waist as he leans into it. "You know." You break the kiss. "I think you are the thief because you stole my heart Rolan."

He groans as you laugh. Somewhere inside Rolan found it absolutely adorable but to show it was a different matter. "You have to be so sappy?" You nod excitedly and reach to grab him, gently, by his horns and pull him closer to you again. "I can be more than sappy, fuck me Rolan." Even though it was all planned that Rolan would fuck you, his cheeks warm up slightly and his mouth feels dry. "Of course." He softly says and kisses you oh so gently, his hands gently trailing your sides. A purple mists envelops the two of you and a shiver rolls down your body as you realise you are naked. "Oh wow." You barely say before Rolan pushes you back, your knees catching on the bed and making you fall backwards on it.

Rolan is immedaitly on top of you, staring at you with soft eyes. You reach out to trace his infernal markings and smile. "It seems like you always get more handsome when I look away for a moment." He grumbles and immedaitly kisses your neck to avoid saying something he would be embarrased about later. You close your eyes and trail your own hands down his back, tracing some of his marking as well. His breathing hitches as his hands reach between your thighs. He can feel the heat radiating from your lower body, Rolan stops kissing your neck and gives one quick peck on your lips. One you go out to chase so he could really kiss you yet he pulls back before you can. Rolan smirks but stays where he is as his hand explores your lower body as he has done many times before.

Rolan knows exactly how much pressure to apply, where to rub in circles or in strokes, when to use his sharp nails to act out different sensations. He wouldn't brag... well actually he would, there was none whom could please you like he could. Your breath hitches and you buck your hips up desperately. "You tease." You says breathlessly and smile. His hands stop moving and you whine, Rolan moves lower until his head is inbetween your thighs, licking in the same motions he had done with his hands moments before. You gasp and your hands fly into his hair, gripping it tightly and making it messy as he continued to lick, his hands on your thighs to keep them apart for a moment before he let go.

Rolan liked it much better to be snug inbetween your thighs as you tried not to actually crush him too much. His tail wrapped around your ankle, wanting to not keep far apart from you. Your moan echoes through the room as his teeth make slight contact, the sensation being refreshing as you buck your hips again, wanting to ride his face. Rolan was always good with talks but his tongue had far better uses than that, you found out some time ago. Rolan grinds against the edge of the bed, feeling his own member push against his clothes.

"Please Rolan, just fuck me." He shakes his head and pulls away. "You know you always cum first on my tongue before anything, no matter the amount of whining you do." You throw your head back as he continues what he was doing with a feverish passion. You buck your hips once again as a heat grows in your lower stomach, your muscles tightening as you gasp. His tongue brushes past the exact right place as you feel your entire body throb and a pleasant haze coming over you, warmth flooding over you. You swallow and breath through an open mouth as Rolan continues until he is certain your first orgasm has passed.

Rolan pulls away and breathes deeply, kissing you so you can taste yourself and see how delicious you are to him, his eyes are wideblown and his cock is painfully hard. "Fuck, m'gonna take you." He mutters and breaths before using magic to make his clothes disappear as well. You pull him closer to you, his tail curls tighter against your ankle as Rolan presses his cock against your entrance. "Gonna feel s'good." He gathers your cum and rubs it over his own cock to make it easier.

It was always pleasureable to take him, his cock slightly bigger than average, curving the tiniest bit to the right with some ridges under the head of it. Rolan's eyes are closed as he enters you, going as slow and gentle as possible to let your body adjust. "Feel so tight 'round me." He can't help but talk about how good you feel around him, Rolan could honestly be inside you whenever, wherever and he'd be happy. It almost takes him back to the first time you cockwarmed him while he was trying to learn a spell, the endresult being a discarded spell scroll and a big mess.

He fastens his pace slightly as your body seemed to almost want to suck his cock inside, he groans and kisses your lips, wanting a taste of you. Your hands have long left his hair and are scratching his back harshly, there would be marks tomorrow come but none would see. "Please Rolan, faster." You whine as he breaks the kiss, staring into his beautiful eyes. He fastens and groans, eyes closed as he keeps thrusting faster and harder into you. The bed creaks from the force he uses as his breathing goes shallow and faster. "Feel s'good, made to take my dick... perfect sleeve." He mutters lowly, his voice going slightly higher as he ends his sentence.

"Touch yourself, please." He whines, wanting to feel your body throbbing around his cock as he thrusts in and out. You follow his order and whimper, body overheating and your muscles tightening again. Rolan knows he's finishing soon, the way you look and sound driving him over the edge. "In or out?" He asks quickly, trying to hold himself back from cumming. "Out, on me please, mark me." You whine and buck your hips up, desperate to finish again. He whimpers and keeps going, kissing you as he feels your body throbbing against his cock, your mouth open with a strangled cry as you cum again. Rolan pulls out quickly, using one of his hands to stroke his cock before his cum spurts onto your stomach, pearl drops that feel warm to the skin leaking from his cock.

"Fuck." He simply says and takes a moment to gather his breath before looking at your messy form under him. His cock twitches painfully as he realises he's still hard. "Gonna take you again." He whisperes and gives you a moment to catch your breath. "Gonna fuck you again, make you feel s'good." Rolan says and kisses you whenever he can.

The roleplay aspect might not have gone as you expected but who would not be happy with the end result? A needy Rolan, fucking you over and over again until his cock hurts and you'd cry from overstimulation. He feels bad about it but honestly, you look so pretty crying on his cock, begging you can't take anymore before he sushes you and makes you cum over and over.

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