Rolan
You’ve never taken a Tiefling to bed.
Especially not one who was so confident and fragile all at once. Rolan had convinced you when you first met him months ago in the Grove that he was a master Wizard in the making who would one day shatter mountains and manipulate the stars himself. Even Gale was fascinated by the Tiefling’s energy and even the few times his magic was witnessed. That conviction for who he was remained even when you found him drunk and nearly losing his life out in the Shadowlands when he desperately went after his siblings. It remained even when you found him with a blackened eye and broken spirit.
It remained long after he helped to take back the tower and soon took up the mantle as it’s new master, his siblings coming in to help him establish a new layer of control as he was finally given the space to explore his abilities.
His power did grow surprisingly quickly. Fast enough that once peace finally came to Baldur’s Gate and it looked like you could have a proper future, you were shocked to find what all he could manage to do with just a single hand. It also shocked you when he began to properly ‘court’ you. A concept you were a little familiar with, having been born in Baldur’s Gate years ago and witnessing it amongst the nobles there, but you had never been subjected to it. It also turned out that Tiefling courting was unique and something you’ve not seen before being Human. Flowers and gifts were common for Humans from what you’ve seen, for Rolan the Tiefling it was more than that. Often did he make grand gestures to show that he was worthy of not just your attention but worthy enough to keep it for years to come. This came in the form of mastering a type of magic you’ve never seen. Sometimes it came in the form of having found a rare magical artifact of some kind that he would always give to you despite you telling him to keep it in the tower. He even learned to dance just for you.
It was adorable and his siblings had teased him the day you returned his affections and just how happy he had ended up being. Tails of a Tiefling gave away everything about them. It told you just how he was feeling and it really didn’t help that his raised up into the air just enough to be noticeable when you walked into the room. That was another point of teasing. But here, with the two of you in his room alone and bare to each other and with his body sprawled under you, that mouth of yours tracing patterns over his chest as he gasped and arched to chase it.
The Tiefling body was something that constantly ran hot and had more ridges than smooth portions of skin. Like he had been crafted from the stones from Avernus itself, your hands couldn’t roam very far without stumbling over a sharp or hard part. His hip and spine were encased in the small pebbles of sharp bumps, his chest outlined in them. His sternum stood out sharper than anyone’s you’ve seen before and his heart was racing under your hand when you pressed your palm above it. That tail of his was thrashing beside him and made noises when the flat side of the tip slapped to the sheets. His cock was heavy and ridged like the rest of his body and the tip was oozing right into the dips of his slim stomach.
Rolan’s legs had more muscle than the rest of his body. His body was shaped and well maintained, but there was a noticeable lack of muscle against his softer chest and arms compared to the legs you let your mouth drop to kiss. His thighs flexed and almost closed when you nipped at the flesh there and your arms had to keep them spread. When he gasped your name and brought a hand up to tug at your shoulder and try to pry you up to kiss you once again you fought against his hold and enjoyed his almost pitiful, upset whine. Your grin was felt and his tail lashed now in annoyance at your amusement, something he forgot when you kissed along the length of his leg and back up. Right when your lips dusted over the crease of his thigh and groin and his cock twitched against his stomach, you pulled away and gave the same treatment to the other leg.
“You’re doing this on purpose.” He rasped when you returned back up and ghosted your breath at the base of him, where his sack flexed. Your tongue flicked out to taste it and his entire body jerked with a strangled sound. “S-stop the teasing, damn it.” He was cursing now, his words muffled when he brought one hand up to cover up the moan you almost pulled from him when you licked a little harder up the center of his sack. Every inch of him lit up and he arched up into the air, thrusting once, then twice before his cock was resting on his lap as he panted.
“I love your body, Rolan.” You stated it simply as your cheek came to rest on his thigh, both hands traveling up to touch and brush across his stomach and chest and every sharp edge he had. His eyes fluttered and his mouth parted as he arched and tried to roll into your touch. One of his hands fell to touch one of your own and you linked your fingers with his and felt that desperate grasp of his hand.
“Hush.” He hissed and that tail of his curled suddenly and wrapped around your out-stretched arm and squeezed just slightly. “Hush, damn it.” He muttered when you laughed into the dip of his hip before you turned to kiss at the base of his cock. Here he smelled musky and felt the hottest under your lips. A particularly thick and long vein on the underside pulsed when he twitched and his lips parted to release a shaky moan.
“You’re just so pretty, Rolan. I can’t help it. I love this, love every inch of you.” As you rose and let him finally pull you up you took pauses to kiss and mark up his chest, nipping fading marks over his ribs and chest. By the time you finally reached his lips he was panting and shaking and it took both hands to grasp and pull you into a wet, harsh kiss. His mouth was open and his tongue pressing and curling in your open mouth, another feature of the Tiefling you weren’t entirely prepared for. Every inch of you burned under his touch and kiss and he guided you up until you were straddling his stomach, just where the tip and edge of him was resting at. When you parted your hands went up and caught the end of his horns where the skin was stretched around them and watched how hissed.
The Tiefling body was so, so sensitive.