#sub rolan

First things first, Rolan is vocal. I don't care if he is domming, switching, or subbing. He is whimpering and moaning as you tease his hot body, tracing all his infernal features. But when it comes to sub-Rolan, he's extra vocal. Rutting into you, grunting in your ear, eyes furrowed as he works to get you closer to your edge, and when he feels you clench around him, a whine will escape his kiss-bitten lips. 

Though I feel the first time you hear Rolan whimper (him showing his submissive side), it was not during sex…it was in sundries. It's late, and you're trying to get Rolan to come to bed with you. Still, he keeps going on about cleaning up the shop, repeating 'One minute' or 'Almost done, just a few more things.' and you're growing tired of this. Finally, as he's walking past you with a stack of books he's planning on putting away, you finally have had enough. Reaching out to grab his fleeing figure, your hand wraps around the base of his tail with a firm pull. The pull, the feeling of your tight grip on his sensitive skin, so suddenly it was involuntary as the sharp whimper broke from him. All the books fall to the floor, and his fists quickly ball from the sudden wave of pleasure washing through him. Dropping his tail, you're going through a mix of emotions. One, guilt because you didn't want to hurt him, and two, that noise that erupted from him was making your cheeks flush and something else stir deep within you. Rolan is a different shade of red now as he looks back at you, he's handsome face contorted in embarrassment. That night in bed, you two don't talk about it. 

Then, some time passes, and Rolan can't stop thinking about it. Late at night, he imagines that embarrassing noise, that sharp wave that rushes his groin, the feeling of your hands pulling…controlling…Before he knows it, he's palming his growing cock to the thoughts of you in complete control…pulling, gripping, grinding, pushing… A moan leaves him, and he snaps back to reality, to the mess he made…Fuck he wants that…

It's been a typical date night for you two; Cal and Lia make themselves scarce, and Rolan cooks a lovely dinner for you both. Now curled up together on the couch reading your book he's reading his in comfortable silence. Then his tail is flops onto your lap. Curious, you look at Rolan, and he still seems to read, but you see his eyes subtly sliding over to look at you. He slides his eyes back, and you feel the blush growing on your face because, just like him…you kept thinking about that night, and this was the hint you needed…

 Slowly, you close your book and trace your hand to the sensitive base. He looks to still be reading, but in actuality, he is burning up on the inside, the book's text blurring, his face blushing. As your hand grips the base, that same noise purrs out from his chest, and with a breathless expression, he turns to you and lets out a soft whisper of "More…" 

Cut to Rolan, tears of overwhelming pleasure in his eyes as he moans and whines as his tail grids itself on your exposed sex, the ribbed texture of his tail mouth watering on your clit; one hand has a fist full of his chestnut hair, forcing his back to arch, and the other rubbing his stiff drooling erection. Rolan desperately buckling bucking his hips for more as his voice keeps giving shirt gasps of want and moans. Your voice is calm as you ask, "More? Does my Archmage want more? Whining so beautifully for me…" 

After that night and lengthy converstaion about kinks you want to try, safety, and your love for each other, you continued exploring each other more and, to your eager delight, found out more about Rolan. 

 Praise, Praise, PRAISE!!!

Praise is very important for Rolan in general, but during sex? You better know he needs it! On your knees, looking up at him as his glazed-over eyes watch you taking his cock to the base, making sure to rake your hand over his naked body calling him "So beautiful." Riding him so desperately, bouncing up and down on him, hearing him moan and shudder chants of "f-fuck!" and "Fe-feels-feels so good!". Cup his sweaty, flushed face and tenderly kisses his trembling lips as you breathe. "Doing so good for me, you're so good, Rolan…My good boy." He could cum from the praise alone if edged properly. 

In my HC for sub-Rolan, there are two things Rolan loves so much. That's you on top and eating you out. So when you ride his face… It's udder bliss. 

Rolan's mouth is salivating as you hover over him, "Sure you want it?" A desperate plea leaves his lips as his claws dig into your hips, trying to bring you down to his eager mouth. Lowering yourself down, Rolan immediately drives his nose to your sensitive clit breathing in your essence and making you hum, watching him get drunk off your scent alone. His hot tongue makes you throw your head back as it licks long strips up to your clit then quickly, lapping at your quivering entrance. Fully sat on his face, Rolan begins to get more desperate with your delicious cunt the more he licks and sucks. It's perfect (partly because of him studying the best ways to get you off). His tongue thrusts into you; you have to grip his horns to keep yourself from falling forward. And that stirs something in him. His whine vibrates through you as he rocks your hips to rub your clit against his nose. The grips on his horns tighten, and worried you're hurting him, you look down, and your breathing stops. Rolan's golden eyes lidded and clouded with lust, his tail practically wagging underneath him. Fuck he's beautiful and utterly drunk off you. Whisper to him how good he makes you feel, and his lips will move to suck on your sensitive bud, and you will be riding out your orgasm as he drinks everything you can give him.  

Now Faerun seems to have lots of spare rope lying around, which made me think that it can be used in very interesting ways…

My personal favorite is the rope used to bind our favorite teifling wizard…

Rolan is so used to wanting/being in control of everything that when he finally opens up, he fully wants to let go as he places the rope in your hands. He loves and trusts you, and your heart swells with the knowledge that you can be the one who can do this for him. 

It seems to make him so sensitive, his body shaking in expectation as you lazily drag your hands over him. His rigged length throbbing and leaking glistening precum as you continue your teasing. Hands bound and in fists that seem to clench and unclench with every intrusion of your oiled fingers. You two had been going so slow, talking through it and having prepped for it nights prior, and now, as a lewd moan rips from his chest, he's so ready for you; he needs it…

A gentle kiss is pressed to his tail, slung over your shoulders as your hand, now done oiling Rolan's entrance with him full prepped. You’re now coating the strap with the warmed liquid. Lining up carefully, tapping the tip of the strap to his entrance, you whisper sweet praises in his fevered ears before sliding into him all the way to the hilt of the toy. Moving gently in and out and rubbing against his sensitive walls. The sounds get lewder and louder as you angle the tip to rub against his sensitive spot, he loses himself to the madding pleasure. Finally, after riding against you, chanting and moaning loudly for you, his body will suddenly still as his cum shoots in thick spurts into the bed sheets. 

Give him kisses all up his sweaty spine for aftercare and praise him endlessly with love. Help clean him up with a rag (or your tongue) and untie him, taking the time to rub his wrist. Rolan, of course, floods you with kisses and takes care of you in any way you want. 

"Rolan, you okay? Are you nervous?" Your smooth voice in his ear instantly makes his skin tingle and his tail shoot up into that S shape that aways gives him away. Rolan looks over his shoulder to see you in all your nude glory, thank god you two are so high up on the towers balcony, because if anyone else where to see you like this he knows he would thunderwave them out of existence. This moment, is just for you two...

"I'm not nervous...just getting impatient." You chuckle, what a lying brat.

Grabbing his soft hair you make his back arch as a soft gasp leaves his lips, "Oh? Should I just get straight to fucking the Masters ass? No prep? No teasing?"

Rolan can't help but grind his ass against you, feeling that jaw dropping length he has been craving all day. But fuck...he wants you to tease him, getting him so needy and hard till his cock is practically weeping. Wants you to make him work for it...

"Fine! Fine...I'm nervous...please...prep me..."

With a hum you let go of his hair and start to scratch your nails against his scalp. Rolan practically purs as you ease him, "Don't be nervous Rolan, I'm going to make you feel good. Okay?"

Rolan says okay as he's body begins to relax, your body heat so close to him. your hands trailing softly over his skin, your lips caressing his spine. You bring your hand to his mouth, "Open." He eagerly follows your demand as he sucks and licks against your fingers. your body shivers at the feeling of his hot tongue twisting around your two digits, his sharp teeth slightly scraping agist you. The memory of late night when he snuck his teeth into your skin from when you had let him on top, his cock driving into you makes your nipples perk and your sex to quiver...

You quickly pull your hands out of his mouth making him gasp as you start to use his saliva to start lubing up his ass. "Look out at the city Rolan, do you think they know you love this? That the great Master Rolan loves to be bent over and fucked?"

Rolan whines at your taunts and his cock throbs, "Do you think they know the Hero of the Gate is the one fucking me?" You bite your lip as you start to finger his ass, making him grab the railing and let out a moan. "They will in a minute when I start fucking you..."

Meeting some resistances from his ass tightening on your fingers you slip them out before spreading him open and spitting on his hole. His tail twitches and the cold contact and your quick to kiss against the appendage as you start fingering him again. Rolans cock is painfully erect as he grinds his hips back into your fingers trying so hard for you to nudge against that sensitive nerve in him. He's ready so fucking ready...

"Please Tav...ah...p-please!"

You start lining up the length to his ass rubbing it against his entrance that is begging to be filled. "Do that again."

"Please pl-"

you chuckle as you lean over his pushing in the tip as Rolan moans at the stretch, "Say my name..." you whisper in his ear before pushing in your tongue making him want to cum then and there. Not needing to be told twice he repeats your name like a prayer as you push in deeper and deeper. Tilt finally your holding tightly to his buckling hips as your finally pushed all the way down. Your length is nudging against his nerve making his brain hazy and your name nothing more that a shuddering whine now.

That's when your thrusting gets faster, pulling back to the tip being slamming back into him making him gasp. He's so close but your making him wait...right until he's crying out, "Please, let me cum Tav gods! Please!"

Feeling merciful you keep your pace as you wrap your soft hand around his burring cock. Precum running down your fingers as his breath gets higher pitched and his thrust get sloppier. You nibble on the tip of his ear before giving him the permission he's been needing, "Cum for me Matser Rolan...Please..."

With a groan he's white knuckling the railing as his hips stuttering as his cock throbs and spurts his cum all over your hand. His body gets limp and he trys to catch his breath.

After a minute you carefully use your other hand to rub gentle circles on his back as you pull out of him, Rolan shudders from the empty feeling. Turning around his face is flushed and his lips parted but in a slight smile. You smile back before bringing your cum covered hand to your mouth for him to watch as you lick up his cum from your fingers.

Gods he loves you..."Can I...do you next?"

You think for a moment, "Can I ride your face?"

Rolan smiles as he grabs your waist, his body so hot and sweaty against your skin, "Tav, you can do whatever you want to me."

With that your leading him to his bed...

Other days, his eyes light with a teasing glow, daring you to push him around more, pull his hair harder, tell him how disobedient he’s being and that he’s earned every moment of the spanking you’re about to give him - how you’ll make it so hard he can’t sit down at his desk tomorrow - and all the while he’s goading you on with arguments until the moment you snap and fuck him into a senseless haze of pleasure.