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The Bull's Pen	By : LadySummerisle Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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.

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Note: This is set in a modern AU where most things are the same except for modern conveniences like internet and electricity. I attempt to stay true to canon except for the few areas where I obviously diverge.
Malika sat at her desk with her head in her hands. It had been a long day...every day had been since the attack on Haven. They would have been lucky to simply make it out alive, but fortune smiled on them and Solas, the mysterious elven apostate, knew just the place to go. If only he had told her of it beforehand, perhaps they could have moved earlier. It could have saved many lives, as well as the tremendous effort of immediate, mass relocation, carrying little to nothing from Haven. Still, she tried to appreciate the little things. Most importantly, the fact that after weeks feeling completely cut off, they finally had internet!
Malika got up and double checked the lock on her door before she went to her bed with her laptop in tow. With girlish delight she looked over her shoulder one last time before she set her browser to “incognito” and began to search. Since joining the Inquisition, she had little time for personal pleasures and a very narrow field of who she might enjoy them with. Solas was attractive...but he seemed less than interested. Sera was a terrible flirt, but she was just too young. Blackwall hung on her every word...but no. No one she had met quite fit the bill, and of course, none of them could fulfill her most desperate fantasies.
qunari dwarf bdsm, she typed into the search bar. Nothing good, mostly male dwarves getting their junk beat up by their Qunari mistresses...typical.
male qunari dwarf bdsm. Nothing.
male qunari female dwarf bondage. One shit video.
After searching for a while longer she gave up and switched “dwarf” to “elf” and found something that would work. A skinny blonde elf was tied, bent over a padded sawhorse and whimpering into a gag when her Qunari master entered. He wore no shirt, showing off his grey skin and bulging muscles, impossibly huge cock straining against the leather of his pants...mmm...leather...Malika snaked her hand between her body and the mattress and began to rub herself in hard circles above her clit. She watched as he took his bare hand--almost the size of the elf’s entire ass--and spanked her hard, earning a muffled cry. He repeated until her ass was red, then slowly he unleashed himself. He went to her mouth, pulling out the gag and replacing it with his length. The elf gagged as he reached over to finger her cunt; he could do both so easily at the same time, his body was so vast. When he was satisfied with her mouth, he came around and pushed into her hard. She screamed as she took his length and Malika sped up her pace, thinking of what it might feel like to actually fuck one of those incredible horned giants.
She had never even spoken to one, although she had seen them in Kirkwall when was younger. They were either part of the Qunari squatters occupying the docks or were vicious Tal Vashoth rebels that she wouldn’t dare go near, but she wished she could. Ever since then it had been such a fantasy, but one she didn’t imagine would come true...and that was fine. She was plenty attracted to all different sorts, but in the privacy of her bedroom, while no one else was around, she would indulge.
The Qunari was close. He was twitching, erratic. He came with a roar and Malika was close behind. She grinded her hips into her hand and saw stars as she came to her first orgasm in what seemed like weeks. Hardly capable of keeping her eyes open, she closed the window, shut her laptop and drifted to a peaceful sleep.
In the morning, Malika woke to her laptop staring her in the face. Almost forgetting about her previous nights’ activities, it was like work and responsibilities were making a housecall. She grumbled as she sat up and decided to at least check her email before heading down to the great hall for breakfast.
She scooted up to the head of the bed, placing the computer on her lap and opened it. It was the usual crap. Five emails from Josephine about various issues with visiting nobility and renovations, one email from Cullen titled “War room meeting” with nothing but a time posted in the body, cat videos from Sera, a heated rant about the state of the library from Dorian in the form of a mass email to the entire Inquisition, and one email from Leliana titled, “This might interest you…”
When Malika opened the email, it was like her stomach had dropped out of her body. The Bull’s Pen, read the image attached to the email, Val Royeau’s premier dungeon. Private room rentals available and a diverse staff ready to cater to your most specific desires. The text was printed over a dim black and white photo showing the curve of a muscular shoulder leading to a thick neck, a pointed ear, an intricately embossed leather eyepatch and the bottom edge of what looked like an impressive set of horns.
She sat frozen, staring at the image for a number of minutes, completely lost for thought. On the one hand, she was horrified; absolutely mortified that Leliana had somehow found out about about her fetish...the wicked sneak must have bugged her computer! How dare she! On the other hand...dear maker...just one look at that vague silhouette was enough to make her cream her already cum-soaked panties. Without giving herself time to overthink it, she clicked the attached link.
After scrolling through the first page that went on in vague language about confidentiality and safety and whatnot, she found the staff page then clicked on the “Dominants” tab. Sure enough, there he was, the first picture.
The Iron Bull, it read...and so he looked it. He was a massive hulk of a man, seeming even larger than the Qunari she had seen in videos. Bulging muscle packed under a thick layer of softness, he wore no shirt in his photo so she didn’t have to imagine a single crevice of his spectacular body, and crevices it did have. In addition to lines from his muscles, he was covered in scars--a gnarled warrior type from his abs to his head where deep cuts came down all the way to his patched eye. He was not the prettiest Qunari she’d seen, but the way he smouldered at her out of the picture made her heart pound.
In a sudden panic, she slammed her computer shut and threw it off her lap. What was she thinking? She couldn’t entertain this! She was the Herald of Andraste--The Inquisitor! She couldn’t be sneaking off to some seedy brothel to fulfil her darkest fantasies; and furthermore, what was Leliana thinking!? If she could see her search history then who else could? The enemy!? Corypheus!? She bolted out of bed and threw on the closest thing she could find. She needed to talk to Leliana.
When she reached the Rotunda, Leliana was sitting quietly amongst her birds, reading a report. Why she insisted on still using this archaic form of communication was beyond Malika, but she seemed to trust her birds more than any form of technology and it was smart to choose your battles with Sister Nightingale wisely.
“Leliana…” said Malika, approaching her slowly, trying to hide her stiff shoulders and pulsing heart, “Could we talk for a moment? Perhaps...outside?”
“Of course.” said Leliana, cocking her eyebrow and giving her a knowing smile. She lead the way and Malika followed her closely behind. She waited for the door to shut completely behind them before she spoke,
“What the actual fuck, Leliana? What the fuck was that email?!” she attempted to say it quietly, but her aggression was rising.
Leliana laughed,
“You Marchers are so uptight.” she said, shaking her head, “What, are you afraid someone is going to read your emails? Don’t worry, Inquisitor, I’m the only one capable of that.”
“Are you capable of seeing my search history, too!?”
“Of course! I would hardly be doing my job if I didn’t know everything that happened within these walls. Honestly, it’s a blessing that we needed to build a system from scratch here, it is much easier to monitor than Haven was and far more secure.”
Malika fumed silently for a moment, her cheeks red with frustration and the biting mountain air. Leliana patted her head,
“There is nothing wrong with what you desire, Inquisitor. I just so happened to have heard about that place and it seemed like it would fit your needs. They have a good reputation for discretion, amongst other things, and you need to relax...that much is obvious.”
Malika moved to object, but then realized she was right--more than right. Her brother always made fun of his angry little mabari of a sister, and the stress--the literal end of the world--was not making her any calmer.
“The chantry, though--the people--I have to be an example, if word of this gets out--”
“It won’t--it shouldn’t--at least not for a while and by then Josephine will have Thedas eating out of the palm of your hand. The Inquisition will be such a force that nobody will question it--who knows, perhaps you will start a trend with the nobles.”
She blushed further, the idea of people knowing her sexual habits--emulating them--was...something. It almost turned her on.
“Think about it, Inquisitor. I have heard good things about this Iron Bull and you deserve a little fun.”
Iron Bull just hearing the name sent shivers up her spine. What must he be like in person if he already had such an effect on her? She yearned to find out.
The rest of Malika’s day was quite mundane. Meetings, plans, a discussion with Dorian about appropriate use of the email system--though he refused to admit he had done anything wrong--then to bed. She tucked herself under the sheets, meaning to go straight to sleep, but found herself reaching for her computer in spite of herself. The computer was already open to the picture of The Iron Bull, flexing his muscles and piercing her with his gaze. Her hand found its way between her legs again and she closed her eyes, imagining a massive hand on her shoulder, pinning her down...watching his body move and breathe as his fingers entered her dripping core, prepping her for himself. She found herself cumming before she could even play out the entire fantasy. She was certain that just touching him could put her over the edge. She wanted him, desperately...and she could have him. She could.
She took a deep breath and opened a new email, to Leliana, no subject:
Make an appointment.
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