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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.

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   The trip to Halamshiral was a pleasant one. They arrived in the evening of the same day they had left and were put up in the house of one of Josephine’s friends. A noblewoman with a grand villa that was beyond beautiful. Malika wasn’t a fan of dresses or fancy clothes, but she was enamored with the gilded beauty of Orlesian art and architecture.   When they were sent to their rooms, Malika tried to sleep. but none would come. She laid awake, worrying about the night ahead. Her room was well-appointed, but she was bored and curious about the rest of the house. Surely it couldn’t hurt to have a stroll, just to put her mind at rest.
   She dressed and left her room, being careful not to make too much noise. Luckily, moving swiftly and silently was a talent of hers. She walked the candlelit halls, admiring the gold leafed moldings and rich tapestries. There was a library with towering bookshelves that she looked through for a time. The noblewoman seemed to have Varric’s entire collected works--even “Swords and Shields.” Malika knew it was only a matter of time before her and everyone who had gathered in the Inquisition would be immortalized in one of his works...and to be honest, she half-hoped it would be a serial romance...at least it wouldn’t make for dry reading.
   She continued to explore, finding plenty of hidden treasures to look at, when she came across a large room covered wall-to-wall with paintings. There was an armchair in the center and from the back it was obvious who was sitting in it. His head and horns poked out the top and she could see his large elbow hanging over the side. He didn’t seem to notice her walking in, which wasn’t too surprising. She approached the chair and put her hand on his arm. The Iron Bull inhaled sharply through his nose and turned towards her, then he huffed out a little laugh when he saw her peeking up at him,
   “Kadan,” he said, reaching over to run his fingers through her hair, “How long have you been there?”
   “Just a minute.” she said. Bull adjusted himself in the seat and patted his lap. Malika climbed up and he pulled her close, planting a kiss on her head,
   “This house is beautiful.” she said, sliding her hand along the back of his and intertwining their fingers,
   “Yeah, it’s real pretty.”
   “You think so?” asked Malika, “You like this kind of style?”
   “Sure,” he said, and gently grabbed her chin, pointing her face up at him, “You know I like pretty things.”
   She tilted her head to the side and gently nibbled at his thumb. He smiled slyly and pushed it in a bit more, letting her lick the tip of his finger while she thought about the conversation she’d had with Leliana. Thinking about it now, she could see what she meant; Iron Bull had style. He couldn’t fit easily into shirts, but he always looked pulled together with his wide, embossed belt and those silky, striped trousers. She thought about some of the other men she knew...Blackwall’s wardrobe was hideous, like he wasn’t even trying and Solas’ style...Vivienne said it best, “Unwashed apostate hobo.” Of course there was Dorian, but obviously Bull appreciated his looks. He even said it the first time they met, “The pretty ones are always the worst.”
   Malika was pretty...she knew that and she had always been proud of it. She had full lips, a cute, round nose and large, gorgeous eyes. When she had her face tattooed, it only enhanced it. She loved the sharp, lavender marks on running down her forehead, cheeks and chin, she had them fill her lips and line her eyes in the same color. Was that pretty enough for Bull? Or did he wish she was more ladylike? There were few things in the world she wanted more than to please him, but she thought of herself in that purple gown; wrapped up like a gift for some lordling to open and it made her stomach churn.
   Malika had been quiet in thought for too long. She came back to reality and tried to shake it off,
   “I really like it, too…” she said, “What do you think? We could decorate Skyhold like this.”
   “You’re asking me?”
“Of course.” she said, “It’s your home, too.”
Bull’s mind was ticking away. After the Inquisition finished their mission, what was he going to do? He supposed his plan had been to eventually return to the Qun, but he had no place there anymore. He could take off with the Chargers again, but he knew Malika wouldn’t disband the Inquisition unless she thought they were all out of evils to fight. Why lead his men away from good, stable work? Now the Inquisitor was sitting on his lap, asking him his opinion on decor and using the word “we.”
   When Iron Bull didn’t respond immediately, Malika began to regret what she had said...she had no idea where he felt at home or if he considered Skyhold to be it. Not knowing what else to say, she corrected herself,
   “I mean...I want you to feel at home…”
   Iron Bull looked away, but he continued to hold her close to him and used his free hand to stroke her neck and chest. It was hard to reconcile his feelings with himself. He still felt like he kept the teachings of the Qun with him. In a volatile world, romance was a dangerous frivolity. Here they were, on the eve of an important operation that would have to be handled with extreme care, unfocused and fighting the sleep they would desperately need in the day to come. It was ill-advised, but he couldn’t help himself. He felt her body close to him, felt her mouth that even now was finding places to kiss. He thought of the adorable flush she got when she spoke without thinking and how amazing it was to watch her on the battlefield, moving so fast he could hardly tell where she was until an enemy keeled over from a backstab. When he made the choice to turn his back on the Qun, she was there for him, too. She reminded him that he could still be a good man. He didn’t know what the future would hold, but he wanted to see it through at her side.
   “That’s a good idea,” he said as he began to lift her and bring her towards his lips, “We should do that.”
   Malika smiled and he kissed her. There was something different about this particular kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her heartbeat quickened. He gently nudged her nose and bit her lower lip and she melted into him, feeling a warmth spread all over her body.
   “We should go to bed…” he said when they finally separated,
   “Yeah…” she said and put on her best sad puppy face, “But my bed is so big and cold...I don’t think I can fall asleep in it all alone…”
   Bull smiled and held her as he stood,
   “Maybe there’s something I can do about that.” he said and he carried her out of the room.
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   The next morning was a whirlwind of activity. They were woken bright and early by Leliana, who threw open the door without knocking and sent a disgruntled Iron Bull back to his room. After that began several hours of review and preparation. By the time she was dressing for the ball she felt nearly incapable of speaking straight, she was so used to answering questions with questions. She was happy in her outfit, though. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked like a dashing little prince.
   She was the first of the women to finish dressing, so she went to the parlour to wait. The most of the men were there, looking bored and anxious. She saw Iron Bull and felt her heart beat faster. He looked wonderful!
   “Ah, and here she is, the woman of the hour.” said Cullen when he saw her. Iron Bull’s head darted up and towards the door, his eyebrow raised, but when he looked her her his face became stoic. It was just for a brief moment before he relaxed into a smile,
   “How’s it feel to be out of all that leather, Kadan?”
   “Oh, excellent…” she replied, “How does it feel to wear a shirt?” He laughed and she walked over to give him a kiss. Something was amiss. She was terrible at reading people, but she did get the feeling he was expecting more...he thought she would be dressed up...he had been looking forward to it. Suddenly her princely attire didn’t feel so special.
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   The night was long and their task arduous, but in the end the day was saved. There were toasts and speeches and congratulations abound, but Malika needed some air. She found herself on a balcony overlooking the gardens. It had been a good night, successful in almost every way. The empress was saved and beyond that, she had been reunited with her lover, Briala. Watching the hope on their faces as they looked at each other with renewed adoration was payment enough for the whole endeavor. It warmed her heart to think that love could blossom amidst so much chaos. The life she lived before the Inquisition had all but crushed any dreams she may have had of finding love for herself, but things were changing and she felt the light that had been so long extinguished begin to burn again.
   “They ran out of that cheese dip,” said a voice from behind her, “Asked for more and they gave me this look. The assholes.”
   Malika giggled silently as Iron Bull sidled up next to her,
   “How ya doin’?” he asked,
   “We achieved all our goals,” she said wistfully, “I’m enjoying the moment of peace.”
   “Sounds like a plan,” he said, “You’ll get kicked in the teeth again soon enough. Hang onto the good stuff...Come on, the music’s finally got enough of a beat to dance to.”
   Bull held out his arm, causing a goofy smile to come across Malika’s face,
   “I’d love to!” she said, letting him lead the way,
   “Good. They’re out of food.”
   She stifled another snicker as they entered the ballroom. They walked hand in hand and the whispers began, causing butterflies in her stomach. They stepped onto the dance floor and stood awkwardly for a moment. Neither of them had really thought about how the whole dancing thing was going to work. The top of her head was barely above his waist, which was more than fine for their usual purposes, but here it posed a problem. They laughed and Malika lifted her hands, he took them and they began a clumsy waltz.
   After a while, they were getting the hang of it. They moved in time with one another and Bull took every chance he could to spin her around, eliciting a giggle with each turn. The din of gossiping nobles grew louder, but Malika didn’t care. Her cheeks were rosy with delight and she felt lighter than air, a feeling that grew when Iron Bull unexpectedly lifted her into his arms. She laughed aloud as he swayed and turned her, happy to be at his eye level for once. A collective gasp came from the crowd and Malika knew there was no hiding their connection. She took pleasure in thinking of Leliana and Josephine grumbling in the corner of the ballroom, trying to explain them away.
   “Let’s find somewhere a little more private,” she whispered into his ear,
   “Thought you’d never ask.”
   He put her down and she led him off the dance floor. People stared and whispered as they moved through the crowd, but Malika felt confident that she could eventually lose all the wandering eyes. They made their way through the vestibule and up the stairs into the library. There, Bull sat down and she climbed on his lap, eager to taste his lips. She kissed him hard and he returned it with passion. She had never been to a ball, but the carta threw their share of parties. They were louder and wilder, but they too had dark corners where one could go for some fun. Thinking back to those times made their tryst even more exciting. They groped and necked, enjoying the moment like two kids hiding from prying, adult eyes. Malika didn’t think she had ever kissed him so much or so deeply before. They had always been in a hurry to move onto more illicit matters, but just feeling him against her now was overwhelming and intoxicating. She reached up to touch his horns as she moved from his lips to his cheek to his ear, giving it a lick and a nibble, causing him to groan quietly and grab her bottom, pulling her closer. She kissed up and down his neck, enjoying the taut flesh over his bulging muscles, letting her tongue explore the crevices in between. As handsome as he looked in his red velvet, she missed having access to all that bare skin and it took some holding back to stop herself from tearing his buttons open and burying her face in his delectable pecs.
   Bull was having self control issues of his own. He grabbed her by the hair and brought her mouth back to his, seizing it with his tongue. Beneath her she could feel his cock, hard and hot against her crotch. He thrust upwards as he continued to invade her mouth. She pushed herself down on him and let the pressure stimulate her, but she didn’t know if that would be enough. She felt her sense of propriety falter as she began to weigh the pros and cons of letting him take her right there. It was clear Bull had the same thing on his mind.
   He lifted her up and held her in one arm as he stood and turned their chair towards a corner, then furiously began to undo the buttons on her trousers. She considered stopping him, but when she saw the lust on his face she became his slave. She helped him remove her breeches then straddled him, fully nude from the waist down. She began to unfasten him as he reached around and gently poked at her dripping cunt,
   “That’s a good little slut,” whispered Iron Bull, “You’re gonna let me fuck you right here? Anyone could walk in...What would the Empress think if she saw the Inquisitor on the cock of an Ox-man?”
   “She’d be jealous” said Malika, “At least, she should be.”
   She had freed his cock and ran her hand from the base all the way to the precome on the tip. A shiver ran through her body as she thought of his massive rod penetrating her, but she didn’t have to imagine for long. He lifted her up and placed himself at her entrance. Slowly she let herself slide down, still having to adjust to his girth even after so many nights together. She shuddered as she felt him hit the back and he let out a grunt that Malika felt as a gust of hot air on her forehead. He guided her slowly up and down his length and she savored every inch. After working so hard all night, having to watch every movement and every word, she relished the loss of control. The feeling of utter possession as he moved inside her, filling her to the very back every time, pushing against her clenching inner walls. He remained at a slow pace, sinking low in the chair so that, for the first time, their lips could meet during their copulation. He dug his hand into her hair and used it to hold her face to his. The tight grasp made her scalp tingle at the root and added to the symphony of sensation. The cold bite of air against her backside, the blunt, stretching pleasure of Iron Bull’s cock inside her, the liquid movements of his lips on her mouth that was swollen and sensitive with arousal and now the stinging tightness of his hand on her head.
   He let her hair go and nuzzled into her shoulder, grunting softly has he continued his languid rhythm. Malika opened her eyes and peered out from under Bull’s horn. It was then she realized they weren’t alone. There was a man in a mask, leaning on a bookshelf across the aisle from them. It was dark, but there was no way he didn’t know who he was watching. Malika’s alabaster skin shone in the darkness, marred only by her telltale facial tattoos and Iron Bull was unmistakeable even amongst the Qunari. The masked man knew she had seen him and their eyes met for a long moment. She could jump up and excuse herself, get dressed hurriedly and plead to the man not to repeat what he had seen, but instead she looked in his eyes and reached up with her marked hand, letting the glow cast itself on the back of Iron Bull’s head for a moment before she grabbed it, then began to slowly kiss and nibble up his neck, making him sigh from the touch. For the first time she felt truly wicked and powerful,
   I’m the Inquisitor, she said with her eyes, What the fuck are you going to do about it?
   The man stood erect and looked away, finally deciding he probably should leave. Now that he was gone, Malika pushed herself hard on Bull’s cock, urging him to step up the pace. She felt him smile into her neck as he met her request. He bounced her hard against himself, raising his hips to meet her, making her breath become ragged. Their lips met again and glided against each other, lip on lip with the occasional teeth biting and teasing. Malika was so close,
   “Yes, yes, yes…” she whispered into his mouth,
   “You gonna come for me, kadan?”
   “M-m-my name…” she mumbled in her pre-orgasmic stupor,
   “What?” said Bull,
   “Please...say my name.”
   He let out a huff,
   “Uh...um...I...Malika.”
   At the sound of her name she let out a high pitched sigh. It might have been the first time he had ever called her by it...in fact, she couldn’t remember the last time anybody had called her by her name. It felt intimate and almost naughty.
   “Come for me, Malika.” said the gruff voice in her ear. She did. Once she was finished Bull reached up again to pull her head back by the hair and looked at her face as he made his last few thrusts and spent himself inside her.
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   The ride home from Halamshiral was as pleasant as the trip there; even more so given the success of their mission. The court was abuzz with new gossip about the Inquisitor and her Qunari lover, but thankfully their library tryst had gone unnoticed by all save the one masked man. When they arrived home, it was late. Malika climbed to her chambers sleepily and sank into her bed. It had been nice being in such close quarters with her companions at the chateau...even better that Iron Bull had slept in her bed both nights while they were away. She felt comfortable, but lonely in her huge space. She had begun to drift into an unsatisfied sleep when she heard a door creak open and steps on the stairs. Heavy, familiar. She watched as Bull’s horns slowly rose above the bannister and he came to the landing,
   “I’ve been kicked out.” he said,
   “What?” said Malika, barely able to keep her eyes open,
   “Krem and Harding have been using my room...well, are using my room...can I stay here with you?”
   Malika let out a contented sigh and let her head fall heavily into her pillow. Iron Bull pulled back the sheets and started taking off his boots,
   “Thanks, kadan.”
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