Master of Ramazith's Tower

Nothing was quite innocent when it came to Haarlep. An incubus from the Nine Hells, one might have thought was a nightmare. They may have been correct. Haarlep was self serving, though, and so long as whatever his subject did pleased him, there was no true cause for concern. Not unless the creature's thoughts began to turn dark. But Haarlep was a creature of intensity and passion first. He was a servant to lust itself, and without it, what was his purpose? Haarlep did so love the trace to his claws down an innocent (or not so) back, to hear them whimper and moan in their delights.

The creature was just as complex as any other. It would be a mistake to undermine him, or even assume of him, for Haarlep was as versatile--and volatile--as any other creature within existence. Whatever he was, however, was still extremely manipulative. He did everything for himself, even if others just happened to enjoy it. The better, yes?

Haarlep's eyes halved as he clicked his tongue, now situated on Rolan's rump as hands roamed over his back, over those very specific ridges that only tieflings shared with their ancestors. "No?" he asked. "I can't imagine why. Such a pretty thing, with lovely full lips and hips that could certainly ride me." His hands moved down those hips, and over the bones and cartilage.

"Such a pity," he murmured, leaning down so that his words were a hot whisper in Rolan's ear, his thigh tingling when Rolan's tail curled around it. It pleased the creature, his eyes glowing hot.

"At least, it is for them, for they miss out on such wonderful delights that only you could offer. For every lover is unique, with their own special flavour."

His hands moved back over Rolan's shoulders, where wings may have been if he were a devil, over those ridges, feeling every one of them beneath his fingertips.

"Oh, do not worry, dear, Raphael will enjoy it from where ever he sits." So long as he was in his glamour, of course. "Why do you think there are invitations specifically to his boudoir?" Haarlep used trickery in his words, of course, Raphael was a possessive devil, but while he was away, he knew that they could not turn themselves from the creature that looked like him, half naked and intoxicating on the bed.

Any notion that Haarlep would lose interest at the discovery of his current prey being found wanting in the eyes of others, vanished amid the incubus’ purred compliments. Perhaps he was over-stating Rolan’s attributes, despite the tiefling being entirely at his mercy, but that did not negate his enjoyment. He also could hardly call his lack of romantic favor a pity since it had Haarlep’s velveted voice against his skin, his breath tickling against the point of his ear.  Rolan turned a sharp boned cheek into the mattress, his golden eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Haarlep in the periphery of his vision. His hips lifted from the mattress involuntarily, or they tried rather, weighed down by the muscled form perched atop him. 

He made a mental note that being held down caused his pulse to flutter wildly. Certainly a new reaction to a concept the wizard hardly expected to find thrilling. 

Less thrilling, was the information that - wherever Raphael was at this given moment in time - he would be enjoying the activities that transpired between his personal incubus and the man breaking into his home. It had been a question born from unthinking curiosity before, but now the wizard actually felt a twinge of concern for his safety. Rolan’s brow furrowed in displeasure, a sentiment that clawed roughly against Haarlep’s seduction. There was logic to the idea that invitations to Raphael’s boudoir would not exist if his incubus was to remain his lover alone, but something about that did not fit perfectly into the outline of the Cambion’s personality as Rolan knew it.  

“Is there a way that Raphael could not-” The rest of the inquiry about whether or not the devil could be excluded from their intimacy was cut short as the kisses Haarlep trailed down his ridged spine found their destination. Rolan’s coiled tail around Haarlep’s leg tightened and his claws curled into luxurious sheets as infernal expletives fell from his tongue.  Hardly decorous, especially from somebody who prided themselves on their articulation  but the wizard had never been kissed there before. 

Perhaps, thought Haarlep, but Rolan had managed to keep most of his magic to himself. Maybe it was because he was still half asleep. A wizard was not the best caster of spells when they were still half asleep, especially because their incantations might be slurred. If Rolan had been a sorcerer, then Haarlep likely would have been in a lot worse pain. Instead, the shock of electricity was almost pleasurable to the incubus. One thing he'd need to practice more of in the bedroom...

"Dear, I'm no innocent when it comes to the pains of magic," he smirked, of course the innuendo lingering in the air. When wasn't Haarlep flirting or making sure whatever he said had sexual connotations to it. They were, after all, an incubus. "It will take more than a little zap to hurt me." That wasn't to say Rolan was weak, it was just circumstantial, and Haarlep had a plentiful pool of health, being Raphael's personal incubus and all.

With tail swaying, Haarlep was wearing a set of pants that stopped at his shins, this time not wearing his usual garb that he would around the House of Hope. They were obviously Raphael's pants (why would Haarlep own pants? As if that was obvious).

Despite his obvious intrusion, Rolan seemed pleased to see him, which delighted Haarlep, that lovely smile still situated across his pretty face.

"A while," he answered, purposefully leaving his response vague. In his time sitting in the dark, he had noticed that Rolan was a neat man. That reminded him of someone... And when did a neat man look the most attractive? When he was messy and out of control. Just like the tiefling now, with his hair all messy from his sleep and his skin flushed. So delicious.

Awhile, so if the fiend had meant Rolan any sort of harm he could have done so already. He had not been sent by Raphael for any sort of vengeance for trespassing into the House of Hope then. The tight knot of anxiety in the tiefling's rib cage loosened then. Certainly Haarlep had been all delightful smiles, but that was not a guarantee of safety. Not from an incubus. Those bright fangs and pleasant demeanor could have shifted to lethal the moment his back was turned.

Of course, the relief of Haarlep's purpose lacking nefarious intent twisted into bewilderment. He wanted to see him? Rolan's stiffened as Haarlep stepped closer and lightly teased his claws against the wizard's face. He could have stepped away and dodged the touch, but even in his disbelief, Rolan longed for the return of the incubus' touch.

"I do not deny it." Rolan answered, his voice soft and uncertain. Of course HE had enjoyed their time together...but Haarlep had too? That much? He had certainly not be stingy with compliments and affection during their last encounter, but Rolan had done everything in his power not to let the pleasantries take root in his heart. To do so would have been folly! Haarlep was Raphael's personal incubus. He had been playful and hungry and Rolan had been present and willing. Nothing more.

A lovely tiefling... he said.

Rolan uncrossed his arms, one hand hestiantly covering Haarlep's on his cheek. He was torn between breaking the contact and letting his own fingers curl around the fiend's palm. He let the touch remain, golden eyes trained on Haarlep's face.

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩?

Independent, selective, & mutuals only blog for Rolan from Baldur's Gate III. Based on game, dev notes, and personal headcanons.

21+ only. Themes dealing with racism and abuse will be present. est. Jan. 25 by Noon ☀.

A tiefling would never quite rival a true devil, even a half one. Raphael's cambion form was well toned and muscular in nature, but devils just had greater strength in general--depending on the devil, of course. It was simply something that was gifted to them. Did anyone think Raphael would stand there, running laps around Avernus or his House of Hope? No, he ate a strict cambion diet and did not indulge upon foods that would make him plump and fat. It was enough to keep his form in impeccable condition. And impeccable, it was. The only exercise the devil did was the exercise his incubus gave him.

Haarlep's true form was less muscular, but hardly any less gorgeous. He was taller and thinner, and pretty, with captivating cool eyes and a smile that was gentle, if not mischievous in nature. Alas, it was a rarity that the incubus ever showed his true skin, and Rolan would have Raphael's body this evening.

With curious eyes, Haarlep watched as Rolan undressed, neatly folding his belongings like a good, little servant. Lorroakan's doing, he presumed. Keeping his tiefling apprentice under strict orders and beating him for anything he could complain over. A dreadful man, though not so different from Haarlep's own master. Mephistopheles was not a kind devil...

When Rolan folded the last of his clothes, Haarlep approached, plucking the tiefling's underwear up and inspecting them. Drab... Boring... "Dear... there must be something in you that wishes to toss these underclothes across the boudoir in primal pleasure, not take such intricate details in folding each and every, little thing. As cute as it may be, allow yourself to unwind and run free. This is a place for primal carnage and chaos."

He flicked the underwear across the marble floor without a care. "If they tear, I promise you will likely fit Raphael's human clothes if you need something on the way out. Just be sure to return them when you're done."

When Rolan laid himself down onto his belly, Haarlep took a deep breath in, enjoying the view. His hand inspected Rolan's tail, curling it around his wrist for a moment before he gently allowed his fingers to trace up the base and over Rolan's rump, up his spine and over a speckled shoulder.

"No doubt you have heard before that you are easy on the eyes, and I do so dote upon my precious tieflings. So close to devils, and yet... just that little bit too far." He moved a knee to the bed, where he crawled over Rolan's legs and sat himself at his thighs. His hands moved over the wizard's back, the dip of his spine and back to his rump, where they pawed at his backside playfully and soothingly. Each touch was warm and sweet, like a caress from an old lover, as if it may have been a final goodbye.

Rolan’s lips thinned and his nose scrunched minutely as he watched the incubus pick through his clothing and disrupt the orderly arrangement. The wizard had no inclinations towards tearing or throwing his robes around the boudoir. He had been told to undress and so he did. Passion such as Haarlep referred to seemed more in keeping with mutual disrobing, which simply was not the current situation. If he wanted that then he should have participated. Rolan’s imagination conjured a brief image of just that- the incubus clawing through fine fabric and fastenings to remove robes that separated skin from skin.

The wizard swallowed, pulling his mind from the fantasy- obviously caused by the pheromones permeating the atmosphere- and focused on the already unbelievable situation he found himself in. Rolan turned his cheek into the mattress, golden eyes falling shut when Haarlep touched his tail. It had been so long since he had participated in any form of intimacy that even this relatively innocent bit of contact was enough to begin exciting the tiefling’s body.

As the incubus’s hands wandered across his skin a contented sigh pushed up from the Rolan’s chest. Easy on the eyes? The compliment made its way through the gentle haze of pleasure Rolan had sunken into. Was this yet more teasing like about his clothing?

“It’s hardly the first thing people comment on…or the second ” Rolan answered with a slight huff, shifting slightly as Haarlep’s weight settled over him. Would the incubus stop if he knew that people usually noted him to be insufferable rather than appealing?

Haarlep’s skilled hands wandering across his skin sent a shiver along Rolan’s ridged spine. It must have been part of Haarlep’s particular abilities, or his experience with tieflings, but it was as if they were already familiar with each other. Each caress made it seem like Haarlep knew what the wizard’s body longed for. A soft groan sounded in the back of Rolan’s throat and his tail wound around the fiend’s thigh on its own accord- further conveying his pleasure.

At the mention of cambions though, a question slipped from Rolan's lips without any thought out behind it, perhaps a side effect of pleasure.

Rolan really is such a compelling character. Even with the limited amount of content we get from him, there's a striking depth to his personality. You can see this softness and kindness in him through the mask of arrogance he so desperately tries to keep on. Especially as he warms up to the player at the end of act 2/act 3 because he finally feels safe to display those traits he would otherwise see as weaknesses in the face of looming danger.

r. ar.mi.tage as rolan for @prodigyofelturel

sender to receiver:

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw

[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.

[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them

[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket

[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face

[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows

[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something

[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with

[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay

[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow

[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together

receiver to sender:

[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw

[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk

[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.

[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them

[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead

[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket

[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face

[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows

[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something

[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with

[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay

[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow

The attack really should have come as no surprise. Haarlep had snuck his way into another's house, inside their very bedroom, where one felt safe and protected by the comforts of their sheets and blankets. A bedroom was an intimate place, as much as it was a telling one. People became themselves and dropped the masks that they wore out in public, shedding layer upon layer as they stripped to their core.

Haarlep had always found a comfort in watching others sleep. A fiend such as him did not require it, although every so often, he would indulge in resting himself and closing his eyes. Even the harshest of warriors could become the softest of kittens as they purred in their sleep, all those hardened muscles soft as they relaxed. There was a vulnerability that Haarlep did not only find attractive in his own perverse way, but also curious and easing. He felt content.

Quite often, his claws would rake through Raphael's hair as he slept, the House of Hope experiencing a moment of peace before the master woke again.

He could have extended his hands and woven his incubus magic into Rolan's sleep, into his dreams and turned them to nightmares, or perhaps erotic dreams of himself, so that when Rolan woke, he would be covered in the sweat or arousal and the lingering thoughts of him: Haarlep.

Instead, he restrained himself and merely watched, shifting only when Rolan began to wake. And then - CRACK - there came the attack, and Haarlep's wings moved to shield himself, being pushed back by the force. Thankfully, the crackling of the spell only caused a mild jolt. Enough for Rolan to summon another spell or flee, depending on what he wanted to do.

"Quite the spectacular show, dear," he mused, lowering his arms and his wings falling back behind him. "How electrifying." He patted himself down, brushing off the charge of the spell and shaking it from his body, like a dog would shake water form their fur.

“Well, you are lucky that was all I cast I suppose .... It could have been a much more advanced spell.” Confusion blended with guilt as Rolan watched the incubus roll off the damage from his hastily cast spell. Haarlep didn’t seem much worse for wear, and yet the feeling continued to nag at him even as the fiend made his little puns and smiled. The latter resurfaced memories of the wizard’s last encounter with the incubus and sent a feeling of warmth curling all the way down to the tip of Rolan’s tail. The ‘dear’ and blatant flirting did not help matters and instead caused the tiefling's freckled cheeks to flush a darker red.

Usually Rolan made a considerable effort to present himself with the dignity that kept with his increased rank as Master of Ramazith’s Tower. As a general rule, the tiefling’s appearance was neat and kempt. Cal and Lia had good-naturedly jabbed at his desire for organization for years.

Now though, his brown hair was mussed and falling down around his shoulders. Rolan raked clawed fingers across his scalp to tame his bed-head. Hm, his hair was getting longer than it had ever been, the ends were even starting to get a subtle wave. Unfortunately, there was not much he could do about the fact he was only wearing a pair of linen sleep pants instead of wizard robes. The tiefling crossed his arms across his ridged chest and cleared his throat. 

“You thought you would let yourself in for what purpose exactly?” It was a bit much to hope that the Incubus broke into his home for a good reason. Had Raphael sent him? Rolan kept his expression carefully neutral, as if the answer the fiend provided mattered little. He couldn’t manage to keep his tail from arching up behind him though, a pleased reaction to seeing Haarlep again.