Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Malika Rides the Bull	By : LadySummerisle Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 9572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age: Inquisition, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
   Malika walked through the great hall at double speed. She needed to control herself--to relieve herself, really. All she could think of recently was that damn Iron Bull. She felt like anywhere she went he was watching her, torturing her with inaction. She had tried flirting with him a few times, but she never could get a good read on him. He must be aware, she thought, up until just a few days ago he had been Ben Hassrath after all. He continued to act as though nothing had changed, still boasting with Sera about his sexual conquests.
   Once Malika had finished the climb to her chambers, she felt entirely silly. It was all a physical thing, anyway. She knew there was no romance or marriage under the Qun, and it seemed like that might be something Iron Bull took with him even though he was now Tal Vashoth. Malika decided to let her mind wander for the night, drawing out memories of his huge hands patting her on the back after a good joke, him selflessly throwing himself between her and whatever enemy had gotten too close, him carrying her in his strong arms when she was wounded.
   She would dwell on these thoughts tonight, but in the morning she would put her full focus on the Inquisition. Malika had walked herself to her balcony and was looking out her double doors when she nearly fainted,
   “So listen, I’ve caught the hints, I get what you’re saying. You want to ride the Bull.”*
   It was him, sitting on the edge of her bed...He had been waiting for her. Malika must have turned a million shades of red at that moment,
   “Can’t say I blame you,”* he said as he stood up and walked towards her, “But I’m not sure you know what you’re asking. Not sure you’re ready for it.”*
   “Oh I’m ready for it.”* said Malika without thinking. She was taken aback by her own boldness, but it was out there now.
   “See, you say that, but...you really don’t know what that means.”*
   “Then why don’t you show me?”* replied Malika and with that he pushed her up against the stone wall, gathering her arms above her head. Never before has Malika fully appreciated the height difference between them. He had to practically bend in half to be at her level. His face was now inches away from hers,
   “Last Chance…”* he said.
   Fuck holding back, thought Malika. This may never happen again.
   “A little slower…”* she said, “And a lot harder.”*
   With that Iron Bull smiled and growled, then lifted her by the waist and pinned her between himself and the wall. His body surrounded and constricted her, leaving her breathless. He began kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin of her neck. It made the rest of her body come to life. She felt her nipples become erect and a light throbbing between her thighs. She desperately wanted him there...to rip off her clothes and feel how wet she was, but instead he continued to work on her neck and ears. She needed more. Malika reached up and put her hands around his horns, pulling him away from her neck. He gave her an evil grin and she kissed him. He slid his tongue past her lips and she wrapped her legs around him as far as they would go. She gyrated against his torso wantonly, holding tight onto his horns almost as to remind herself this was actually him and not some illusion or fantasy.
   Iron Bull laughed under his breath at her tiny body writhing between him and the wall. He let her rub up against him until she could definitely feel the bulge in his pants. Malika gasped when she noticed it. So hot and stiff against her crotch. It must have been the size of her arm, maybe larger. It was scary, but she wanted it. She would do anything to fit it inside her. Leaving all pretense behind, she grinded on him madly. Iron Bull laughed,
   “Eager Inquisitor…” he said, “But not quite yet. You’ll get that when you’re good and ready.”
   “I am ready!” Cried Malika, sounding like a spoiled child.
   “I decide when you’re ready.” he said, and that’s when he flung her on the bed.
   He continued to kiss her neck, but also began to unbutton her shirt. He ran his huge hands under the cloth and tugged at her erect nipple, making Malika gasp.
   “Rip it all off!” she cried, “My clothes, I mean…”
   Iron Bull grabbed her jaw and pulled her face towards him, putting his thumb in her mouth so she wouldn’t talk.
   “Calm down, Lady Inquisitor...I’m getting there, just be a good girl.”
   She sighed and he slowly began working on her chest again. Unbuttoning her shirt further and nuzzling his face into her breasts. She held his face and grabbed at his horns. It felt so good, but she wanted more, so much more. She squirmed and writhed, urging him further down. He had his hands on her waistband while he teased and sucked on her nipples.
   “Please…” whispered Malika. He looked up at her with that devilish look in his eyes.
   “Please!” she repeated,
   “Please what, Inquisitor? What do you want?”
   “Please...touch me”
   “I am touching you.” he said as he ran his fingers playfully over the sensitive bits of her chest.
   “Please take off my pants and touch me down there…” she said, feeling sillier by the minute.
   “We’re getting closer,” he said, “But if the little girl wants something, she’s going to have to tell me exactly what it is.”
   “I want you to feel my quim!” she blurted finally, “I want you to feel it and put your fingers in it and I want you to fuck me!”
   “Good girl.” he said and began to finally inch deeper into her trousers. Malika tried to squirm out of them, the the Iron Bull kept her still with one hand as he slowly slid them down.
   He glided one large finger over the place where her lips met, taking care not to separate them. he could feel the desire radiating off of her and he basked in it. Bull had fucked a lot of people, but to be the lover of the Inquisitor, the one destined to save all of Thedas…the Herald of Andraste... He could think of nobody wiser, stronger or more worthy of devotion; yet, here she was, trembling at his touch.
   “You’re very wet.” he said. Malika nodded and squeaked a little,
   “You want me, don’t you?”
   “Yes.” she sighed,
   “Who do you want between those legs...Inquisitor?”
   “You!” cried Malika. Iron Bull hit her crotch firmly and held his hand over it,
   “Who do you want?” he asked forcefully.
   “The Iron Bull.” She said.
   Iron Bull smiled and plunged his fingers between those wet lips and began to rub and play with her. Malika moaned softly and he brought her lips to his. She was so tiny. Every part of her. It worried him. Tonight would just be a start. If she seriously wanted all of him, they would need to talk first, but he didn’t mind waiting. Not one bit.
   Malika wanted Bull’s fingers deeper inside her, but Bull preferred teasing her. He rubbed from the front all the way to her tiny little pucker and back, making her moan more into his lips. When he brought his hand out it was nearly dripping with her wetness. He slid two fingers up her torso, leaving a shimmering trail on her abdomen and around each nipple, then he put his fingers on her lips.
   “Taste yourself.” he said, “Show me what that mouth can do.”
   She opened her mouth and tasted the slightly sweet and acidic taste of her own juices. She licked it off his fingers as he slid them in and out of her mouth. He felt her tongue working and felt her holding back a little gag as he neared her throat.
   “That’s a good girl.” He said softly, “I think you deserve a prize.”
   Malika smiled and squeaked again. Iron Bull kissed and licked down her torso, finally finding his face between her legs. He laughed a little bit. He was so large that he couldn’t get a good angle, so he lifted her legs and caught them on his horns.
   “I was hoping you’d do that!” Said Malika, she laughed until he plunged his face in. He enjoyed the sticky, slippery feeling of her wetness on his face and tongue as he delved deeper to taste her firm, little clit. Malika alternated between grabbing at his horns and playing with her own nipples as she melted into his skilled mouth.
   Just as she began to relax into the pleasure, Bull grabbed her and turned them both over. He turned her around so she was facing his feet. If he was closer to her size she would have had his manhood right in her face, but it was a bit too far away as it was. She wanted it so badly, to touch it and clearly see the incredible, terrible object of her desire. All she could see now was a hulking outline in his trousers. She reached out and put a hand on it. From one touch she could tell her fingers would not be able to circle all the way around, but it was warm and hard and she wanted it all.
   It was then that she felt a sharp pain. Iron Bull was pulling her hair in an effort to get her to sit up. She followed him as best she could and continued to ride his face as he pulled her hair. Finally, he pushed her back on the bed and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his mouth,
   “You’re going to have to work if you want the Iron Cock,” he said, “It’s not for beginners.”
   Malika looked sad for a moment and turned away. She again felt like a silly little girl. She didn’t know how to respond, but Iron Bull put his hand on her cheek and turned her to face him,
   “You do want it, right?”
   “Yes.” she said,
   “Yes what?” Iron Bull prompted,
   “Yes, I want your cock, Iron Bull! Please!”
   “That’s a good girl.” he said as he slid his hand back down between her legs and slipped one sizable finger inside her. She was tight, but he was pretty sure he could train her to take him. He thrusted his finger in and out,
   “Tell me what you want, Inquisitor.”
   “I want The Iron Bull’s cock. I want you to pound me so hard it hurts! I want to feel it and touch it and taste it…” she hesitated for a second as a second finger was added,
   “Only good girls get it, Inquisitor, are you going to be a good girl and come for the Iron Bull?”
   Malika nodded and could no longer think, she just continued to mutter things under her breath as she was overtaken. Iron Bull quickened his pace until he felt her tense up and push against him. A gush of fluid ran out over his hands and he laughed,
   “Yep, Someone came.” he said and wiped his wet hand over Malika’s stomach.
   She would have been embarrassed if she had any energy left, but Bull didn’t seem phased by it. He took her hand and intertwined it with his as best he could, then leaned in for a warm, wet kiss.
“How are you doing, boss? Are you ok?”
“Yes…” said Malika, exhausted to the bone. She could hardly keep her eyes open. Iron Bull picked her up and put her under the sheets. He held her and pet her hair until she drifted off, then he kissed her forehead and made his way out.

*Dialogue taken from cutscene, Dragon Age: Inquisition
tscene, Dragon Age: Inquisition
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Malika Rides the Bull