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Rolan moaned as he came. Embarrassingly fast. He kept his eyes closed as shame flooded his face along with a deep reddened blush.

“...Fuck. I really thought I'd last longer.”

Nirvana gently cleaned him up with a lap of her tongue, eyes alight with a spark, while Rolan draped his arm over his face. His breathing was unsteady, hips twitching just slightly. He couldn't look at her. Not even while she was so gently kissing his most vulnerable parts, softening in her hand. Not even a sight like that. His eyes were still closed, face utterly burning with shame until he felt her weight shift and knew she was beside him.

“Rolannn~” She cooed to get his attention, and he dragged a hand down his face. When he didn't respond outright, Nirvana took his hand and pulled it away from his eyes, making him look at her. She was beaming at him. Somehow not disgusted by his lack of stamina.

“I really thought I'd be able to hold out,” he finally sighed, clearly disappointed in himself. “I wanted… I at least wanted you to feel good.”

“Rolan, just being with you is the hottest experience of my life,” she told him honestly. “And besides, it means I get to make you hard all over again~” A big dumb smile plastered across her face, brushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. His body had a slight shine to it, having broken out in a sweat of arousal, and Nirvana shifted closer to press her tongue against his clavicle.

Rolan shivered, his body still sensitive from its little ‘surprise.’

“You're not disappointed?” He sounded almost timid. He had been so used to punishment for his failures, that even a sexual one was expected to be met with berating, insults, and torment. He all but anticipated the bard to point and laugh. To ridicule his size, his inexperience, his lack of stamina.

“Disappointed?” Nirvana sat up with a quick laugh at how he was reading this situation. “Darling, I've been pining over you for months. If you think there's anything you can do to disappoint me right now, then I think you don't even know who I am.” She laughed, kissing him once on the lips. “I'll sit here and gaze at you the rest of the night, if you'd like, but disappointed? I couldn't be further from it.”

There was another long moment of silence, like Rolan didn't believe her. He'd never met a woman who had actually enjoyed his… quickness.

And so, the bard did what bards do best. She inspired him. She kissed him softly. “I promise you—” a kiss to his neck, “you're gorgeous,—” a kiss to his collarbone, “wonderful,—” a trace of her tongue along the ridge of his chest, “one of the most—” a soft little kiss to his nipple while she flicked the other, “Powerful—” a kiss against his stomach, “wizards I have ever met—”

Rolan was squirming now, breathing heavily. He seemed uncomfortable with the compliments, but loved it all the same. He didn't seem to know how to handle the praise, but it made his heart thrum in his chest and tears spring to his eyes. Weeks of being told the very opposite, and an entire lifetime before, believing it.

And still, that damned bard continued.

“So if you think—” she kissed his belly, dragging her teeth along it. “That I am anything but utterly, hopelessly in love with you—” Two gentle kisses to each hip, “then you put that thought out right now.”

She even kissed his softened dick, which twitched limply against his thigh. Even as his face burned with shame. He could feel it stirring, but only just. She looked up at him, and smiled. “Rolan, I want you. I mean this truly. I've been in love with you. Sex, this, it's all just a bonus. I could spend the rest of my life only cuddling you and feel content. Of course I hope this isn't the only time I get to enjoy you, but the point stands.” She giggled. “It's special because it's you.”

“Then I propose I should only repay you,” he finally found his voice. Nirvana's eyes went wide, words she never thought she'd hear in his voice. A shiver of arousal pulsed down her body. Rolan sat up, using his elbows to see her better. Blushing. “I would like to have you, too. To— to taste.”

“Gods, yes,” she breathed eagerly, heart throbbing in her chest. “Hells, I'll show you how not-disappointed I am.” She sat to her knees, removing her final layer of clothes. Her underwear, filthy with arousal, finally came down and she kicked them off, tossing them to the end of Rolan's bed. Rolan's eyes widened at the sight, eyebrows lifting. He had seen much of her in the outfits Lorroakan paraded her around in, but this— this was heavenly. She had only a small patch of well-groomed hair over her privates, and it felt so sinful to be staring so hard. Even her thighs were wet from her very obvious arousal— Shit, did she get that aroused just getting him off? The thought of that alone made Rolan's heart thump.

“How would you like me?” Nirvana asked him, following his gaze and feeling his eyes take in her sight. Rolan stammered a moment, like he wasn't supposed to be caught staring at her naked body.

“Ah— Um— Apologies,” he fumbled, quickly flicking his eyes back up to hers. Tearing them away from where he wanted to bury his mouth. He was wrought with arousal and a small twinge of anxiety. What if he wasn't good? He was ashamed to think he had such terribly little experience in the oral department. Sexually, at least. He had quite the knack for spells, but not much else. It wasn't his first time, but enough to still feel that nervousness. He remembered her question. “I'd like you on top.” He finally answered. “I'd like to have you this way. Facing me, sitting on my face. Would you like that?”

Saying the words out loud felt vulgar on his tongue, and he felt dirty all over again. He shouldn't, and yet he did.

“Oh Gods yes,” Nirvana wasted no time getting closer, one clumsy movement of arranging their bodies aside. She quickly had one thigh on each side of his head, gripping the headboard with one hand, and one of his horns with the other. She gazed down at him, top half of his face poking out from between steel gray thighs, and she almost moaned at the sight alone. Her tail curled around his arm as he wrapped it over her thigh, and she felt his tail brush against her ankle just for that connection.

Rolan drew a shaky breath, preparing himself for this. Anxious with anticipation and dead set on making up for his swift end. It was like he said a silent prayer before diving in, and together, they connected. Nirvana settled against him, and Rolan opened his mouth to accept her. His tongue flat and hot against her bare skin, the bridge of his nose pressed so deliciously against her. Nirvana's mouth fell open with a gasp, and Rolan quickly marveled at just how damn wet she was.

Nirvana was seeing stars. Clutching the headboard, her hips moved forward on their own accord, jolts of electricity blossoming from where his tongue met her, and the two moaned in unison. She gripped his horn tightly, using him as leverage and stabilization.

“Gods, fuck, yes, Rolan!” She cried enthusiastically, hips rocking smooth against his tongue.

His tongue glided against her skin, taking in as much as he could manage. With each move of her hips, his nose pressed a little more against her clit, making her squirm, and Rolan could feel every little shake and twitch of excitement. His tongue prodded against her, and when he felt no resistance, he gently pressed his tongue inside of her, drunk on the sounds she was making. As he tonguefucked her— Gods, again, so vulgar a phrase— her other hand slid from his bedframe to his horn, now gripping him tight, her hands so warm against the sensitive horns.

“Rolan~ Yes, yes, there, Rolan, right there, there, there, yes, yes please, Rolan, please, fuck—” the sounds spilled from her mouth without thought, nothing but primal need and a rhythmic rock of her hips, every movement sending little sparks of enjoyment and arousal up her body. Rolan couldn't believe it. He was fucking hard as diamonds again, that all too familiar ache in his nether region making itself very known.

Even still, he couldn't resist. He paused, moving his tongue from her, met with a whimper of protest. “Is this good? Do you like it?” He queried like he was afraid of the answer. 

“So fucking good, Rolan, holy hells,” she panted, silver hair falling in waves around her face. Her breasts bounced when she gasped. “You are so very much everything I've dreamed about.”

Rolan felt his face flush further, and, after catching his breath, went right back to trying to copy his previous workings exactly. He found his own moans escaping as well. Low, hot groans whenever she moved just so, and the taste of her against his lips pulling content hums that reverberated into her core the more he pleasured her.

Her hands were in his hair and around his horns, riding against his face as she felt his grip tighten. Her tail coiled tight around his arm, holding steadfast as just one more thing clinging to him. “Rolan— close,” she warned him, never slowing the move of her hips.

His tongue surrounded her clit, swirling against it with his practiced mouth, tongue thick and wet against her as he flicked it, and she arched her back.

“Please,” he murmured, only breaking contact just to speak to her. “Come for me. Use my mouth to feel good.” His face couldn't possibly get any redder. Nirvana felt her thighs tighten, whining from her throat as he put her through her paces with this.

“I love— I love— I love youuu…,” the words fell out in a haze as her eyes closed, head rolled back. She tipped so easily off that little edge, hips slowly rocking as he lapped up her arousal. She shivered, biting down on her lip as she slowly came down. Rolan still held her thighs, tongue wandering against her skin to clean her up like a man starved, a gleam of fire in the Wizard's eyes. She finally shifted off of him when he allowed her to, and lay panting on the bed beside him, hips still slightly lifted in the air. She trembled as the shocks of pleasure wracked her body, smiling the biggest smile Rolan had ever seen directed his way before. It reminded him of her reaction to being kissed on the cheek. Utterly overjoyed.

“Did I do alright?” He asked, positioning himself beside her while she caught her breath. “Did you like it?”

Nirvana cuddled against him. “Fuck yes, Rolan. You— You're amazing.”

He could have purred for her at that moment. He felt his tail trace up her thigh, just resting there lazily like it had a mind of its own. Nirvana returned the favor in kind, feeling hers wrap around his waist again.

“You're twitching,” he commented as Nirvana laid her head against his chest.

“You did that,” she smirked up at him. Her arm wrapped around his waist. “You made me feel good.”

Rolan tried very in vain to hold back a smile. A proud, goofy smile. And he couldn't. A big grin crossed his face, ears burning hot. Hells, he loved how it felt to hear her words of praise. And Nirvana knew it, too. Right now, it felt like she was trying to burrow into him. They were touching all over, and yet Nirvana still felt like nothing was close enough. It wasn't good enough to just be cuddling him. She wished she could somehow hug him even more. Bend reality just to get closer to him.

“I feel like I've waited my whole life for this,” she held his hand in contentment, admiring his fingers.

Rolan laughed under his breath.

“We've only known each other for such a short time. Since the Grove. Even if it feels like a lifetime ago.” So much had happened. The world would never be the same.

“I feel like my life started when we first met.” She answered softly. The line seemed so genuine. So unrehearsed. A poetic phrase that had Rolan stopping his thoughts entirely, processing it. He had to stare at her, just to marvel at the concept.

“You can't mean that,” he finally spoke, brows furrowed in the middle. “I've been nothing but a prick to you. I don't know what you saw in me.”

“I saw in you what you couldn't see in yourself,” she answered. “You're not the first pompous prick I've met. I know the types. You were afraid. You lashed out. I can't pretend I wouldn't have done the same, in your shoes. Sure, not every gripe and complaint may have been warranted, but you're human. You did what you were thinking was right. I know plenty who would have done the same, or worse, for their family. That doesn't make you a terrible person, Rolan.”

Rolan swallowed hard. This in itself was hard to accept. He felt his eyes well with tears, but he did not want this moment to be a tearful one.

“You're too kind for your own good,” Rolan scoffed, though there was a hint of a sob in the back of his voice. “You gave me far too many more chances than I deserved.”

“And I'd do it again. It's exactly like I told you. Everything else is just extra. I love you. I'd do it all over again if it still led me to you.”

Rolan wrapped his arms around her, this fluttering feeling in his chest making him hold her even closer. He felt whole. Like that ache in his chest he'd felt for months, one of fear and trepidation, was finally calmed. He knew the threat was not gone, that danger still loomed ahead, but for now, right now, this was good. He cradled the back of her head, and she nestled into his shoulder, letting his chin settle at that spot between her horns.

“Darling…” he finally spoke up, voice thick with emotion. “Can I make love to you?”

Nirvana's heart soared. She squeezed him just a little tighter, her heart jumping against her ribs as she fought the urge to jump up and dance with glee. Making love. To Rolan. She had to be dreaming.

“Please, yes.” She answered him immediately. “Please, gods, yes.” She sat up, face to face with him, so close with noses almost touching. A gigantic grin was plastered across her face and nothing could take it away. Rolan was almost surprised. Somewhere deep inside, he still held the anxiety that she wouldn't want to be with him, that she would assume him bad in bed. But here she was, eager as ever for him. He had to admit, he wasn't used to the attention.

“I'd like to face you,” she said. The first request she made of him. She would let him take her however he wanted, damn near let him lead aside from really needing to go down on him earlier. But this was the one request she had for him. “I want to see you. I want to kiss you as we fall apart together.”

Rolan blushed, and he nodded. His hands rested at her waist, above her tail as she sat in his lap.

“Then like this, perhaps?” He offered. Tasting her had been enough to get him hard again already, and now with her in his lap like this, he could so easily slide right inside of her. “Is this good? Arms around each other just like this?”

“It's perfect,” she agreed, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was sitting just in front of his dick, on his thighs. One hand snaked between them and she gently teased him to full hardness again, using her fingertips to trace the ridge of his head, pulling out whiney moans from him that she cherished.

“Gods, you're such a tease,” he huffed between breaths. She leaned in close, sharing breaths between soft kisses to his lips, nipping at him as he spoke. She lifted her hips to straddle him, feeling his tip brush against her. He could feel heat radiating from her, the tightness just a whisper of what he wanted.

“Ready?” She asked. Rolan nodded, swallowing hard. She took one breath, and then she sunk herself onto him, filling herself easily, absolutely soaked from arousal. She felt her pelvis meet his, and she cried out, clinging to his back with her nails. Rolan echoed her cry, embarrassingly needy. His dick throbbed with the newfound pressure, aching for friction.

“Haaah— fuck— you're so tight~!” He yelped, his voice catching on the word tight as he tried not to blow again immediately. “So wet. So… so bloody ready…”

Nirvana laughed softly into his neck, burying her face at the crux of his shoulder, biting down as she began to rock. She started slowly, using her hips to lift and lower. A gentle bounce so Rolan could match the pace. Every lift of his hips was met with a drop of hers, until they worked in tandem. Her tail coiled behind her, seeking him out in arousal. It always lifted up when she was turned on. She entwined her tail against his, tracing the edge of it against the underside of Rolan's, lacing around it like a spring.

Her hand gently snaked around his waist to the base of Rolan's tail, wrapping her fingers around it just below the spine. When she gripped tight and moved her wrist, Rolan jolted and made a strangled, gasping, moaning sound. His eyes were wide and he breathed heavily through his teeth, heart pumping hard against his ribs.

“Gods— do— do that again,” he moaned, a plea in his voice. Nirvana felt insanely turned on from his sounds. She squeezed the base of his tail, stroking it like she would his cock, with swift, practiced flicks of her wrist over his ridges. His moans were immediate, his head falling back as his chest heaved. Her fingers were divine. She was breathing in each of his moans, somehow keeping the rhythm between rolling her hips atop his, and that beautiful movement she was accomplishing with her hands. All the while, their tails were tangling together, Rolan feeling it move on its own accord, lifting up to give her access while the forked tips wrapped around each other, tensing and tightening.

He tried to match her thrusts, but this stroking was driving him wild, almost too distracting. He fell out of the rhythm and paused enough to match it, and it pulled a lustful little laugh from Nirvana. She switched up to match him again.

“It's alright, I've got a good sense of rhythm,” she hummed, brushing her tongue across his lower lip. Rolan trailed his hands up her back, over each ridge of her spine, and let his fingers bury into her hair, holding her as they kissed. He pressed his tongue into her mouth this time, returning the favor. She touched the tip of her tongue to each of his sharp teeth, and she was certain he could feel the smile cross her lips as she did.

Rolan was throbbing inside her, each ridge like an extra little pleasure button rubbing her right where she needed it. Rolan wasn't the first Tiefling Nirvana had slept with, but there was something so pleasurable about the way he did it. These feelings alone made her drop her hips even harder, taking him all the way with a rhythmic slap of their bodies together.

“Fuck, Rolan, yes, yes yes—” she whined, words jumbled against his lips between hasty, stolen kisses. “Faster, harder, slower, whatever you want just don't stop~!”

Rolan's moans caught in his throat, heavy and strangled, jumping from whines of pleasure as his brows knitted together, to possessive growls when his claws pulled down her back. Nirvana cried out, arching her back into him when he scratched her.

“Do you… Do you remember what I told you at— Last Light?” Rolan managed to string his thoughts together, voice low and dangerously needy in her ear. “I… I thanked you once already… Don't be greedy?” He repeated it for clarity. Nirvana couldn't respond, his dick so far inside her she couldn't think straight, so she just nodded. “Be greedy for me now,” he finished, a deep growl purring from his throat. “F–uck.”

Nirvana ached for him, feeling her pulse between her legs around him. “Yes— yes… Rolan, please— Please, more, I love you. Want you… need you…”

Rolan's head rolled back with another moan, chest heaving with breaths he could never seem to catch. Her hand on his tail was going to be his undoing and he wasn't ready to stop. He ran his hands up over her torso again, palming her breasts and tugging softly on her nipples, hoping to push her along to the same edge he was rapidly approaching for the second time that day.

“I wanted this to be… slower… falling into each other.” He chuckled. “And yet… once again… your hips and talented hands are taking me swiftly to another ending.” He moaned again. He couldn't stop it, as her walls pulsed around him, threatening to make him blow without warning if he didn't stop it.

“Don't fight it. You can be greedy for me, too, Rolan…” Nirvana sighed. “We've got all the time… in the world… to fuck each other silly.” A big smile spread across her face, biting a hickey onto his neck. “Come with me this time. Kiss me… come with me. Feel good in the way you deserve… Haaah, Rolan~!”

She gripped the back of his neck, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, feeling his breathy moans into her mouth. He whined as his thrusts became more erratic, gripping the ridges at her hips tightly and pulling her down all the way. She felt his cock twitch, and a buzz of pleasure shot like lightning up her spine.

“Rolan,” she whined, straining to keep her eyes open to watch him come undone. “Shit— close— coming—!” It felt like magic, swirling from her sensitive nerves making her tremble in his arms, thighs clenching at his waist, holding onto his horns for support, her very own safety handles as she moaned her orgasm into his mouth.

Rolan matched her seconds after. His hips bucked harder for a few tantalizing, torturous seconds, before he finally snapped and the floodgates of pleasure opened.

“Fuck, Nirv— haaah… mmmh…” Moans were lost to the messy sounds of kissing, the bard with her tongue down his throat as his dick twitched and spilled inside of her. She rocked against him even after she was finished, drawing out that ultimate peak of pleasure until he felt tears roll from his eyes, tail coiled tight around hers until he went limp all at once.

Nirvana's heartbeat felt like a hummingbird trapped in her chest, arms wrapped tight around Rolan's sweaty body. Her thighs quivered and face curled into his shoulder, trembling and twitching in the afterglow of an orgasm she'd waited her whole life to have.

Rolan kissed the side of her head, mouth still half open with sighs and panting. His head was swimming. He hadn't even noticed that colorful lights of magic danced around them after he had finished. A similar display to the lights he had shown off after the Grove was saved. Purple and blue little glittery orbs rained down around them. Harmless and beautiful. Nirvana was all smiles, looking sleepy in his arms, clinging to him like she'd never let go. A million love songs played through her head in that moment, and every one of them sounded like Rolan.

Without a word, Rolan laid them both down into the bed. Never leaving the embrace for even a moment. It felt so good in his soul to feel loved. Cherished. Something he'd pushed away and denied himself for too long, and Nirvana dragged that desire out of the depths and forced him to face it head-on.

“Shhh, darling, I've got you.” He slipped himself out of her, and they both shivered at the same time. He kissed her on the crown of her head.

“I love you,” she murmured, sounding spent and sleepy and content. “I just need a breather, then we're going for another round,” she teased him, grinning. Rolan laughed, uncertain if she meant it or not. But she didn't move right away, she just enjoyed the feeling of his skin burning against hers, the sweat, the closeness, the scent of Rolan. Even their tails remained intertwined.

Nirvana slowly began to pull back from Rolan, sitting and stretching before she slipped to the edge of the bed. She was swiftly caught by his tail, wrapping possessively around her waist.

“Oh, no, you're not going anywhere, darling. Not while I finally have you safe. Not when I finally love you, too.”

Nirvana smiled over her shoulder. “Hm, and who's clingy now?” She teased him. “I'm just getting a towel, my love. I won't be but two steps away.” She promised. She returned to him promptly with a damp warm rag, and knelt before him to clean up all the scratches, love bites, and mess. She tenderly washed around his dick, soft and twitching against his thigh, and allowed him to wipe up the mess from her lap. It was an unexpectedly intimate moment Rolan hadn't expected to share. Just the two of them, gently tending to each other. Wounds from the past days, cuts, bruises, and new fresh nips and scratches covered their bodies but it never took away from the sensual sweetness that hung between them.

“Stay with me,” Rolan requested softly, nuzzling his nose against hers. In the few times he'd shared a bed with a sexual partner, they always left before the dawn broke. He didn't want a repeat of that now. “I've never had someone stay.”

“You're not getting rid of me that easily,” the smile was evident even in Nirvana's voice. “You know that by now.”

She discarded the rag, pulling back the blankets for the two of them to cuddle beneath. Rolan curled up with her, pulling her into his chest the same way he had held her the night before, after Lorroakan had attacked them. He let out a content sigh, face buried in her hair, arms caged around her waist. Nirvana wrapped her tail around his thigh.

“Of course, I'll stay with you.”

“Damn bard,” he hummed, not even a hint of malice in his voice.

“Kiss, Rolan?” She asked, face inches from his own.