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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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   Ever since the Winter Palace, people had been taking a serious interest in the love life of the Inquisitor. Word had spread and the rumors were wild and varied. Some said The Iron Bull was a Qunari spy who had seduced the inquisitor and made her a puppet of the Qun--they were right about the spy part, Malika supposed. Others claimed that on the night of the ball Morrigan had bewitched the pair with blood magic in a ploy to seed strife in the Inquisition and claim power for herself. It seemed the hardest rumor for the people to believe was a crazy theory that the Inquisitor and Iron Bull may simply be friends turned lovers who enjoyed each other’s company despite their obvious differences. Malika didn’t care what they believed. She knew her good work would speak louder than any rumor.
   She mused on these thoughts one day as she strolled the grounds, walking up and down stairs, on the battlements and through towers. She stopped when she happened upon Cassandra, sitting at a table in her normal spot above the armory, deep in thought. Malika approached and she looked up.
   “Ah, Inquisitor…” she said, her voice sharp with purpose, “I have been meaning to talk with you.”
   “Oh, have you? What did I do this time?”
   Cassandra laughed slightly,
   “Nothing.” she said dismissively, “I wanted to ask you about The Iron Bull”
   Malika smirked,
   “What do you want to know about The Iron Bull, Lady Pentaghast?”
   Cassandra jerked back at her tone,
   “Nothing like that, Inquisitor. It’s just, the eyes of Thedas are upon you, they will want to know what your intentions are with the Qunari. Should someone ask, you must not be taken by surprise.”
   “What would they ask?” she said as she pulled up a chair,
   ”Well...what is he to you?”
   “He’s my best friend.” she said, “He’s my partner, my confidant...my heart.”
   Cassandra listened to her with raised eyebrows, she was taken aback by her bold and sincere response. She almost expected her to say she was kidding, but she was completely serious,
   “Do you love him?” she asked. Cassandra had begun to sit up and found herself inching forward on her chair as she listened.
   This time Malika took a little longer to answer. Her eyes darted side to side to make sure they were alone,
   “Yes.” she said and felt her stomach clench. This was the first time she admitted that out loud. She felt as if it had been waiting on her lips forever, “Yes.” she said again, allowing waves of sweet anxiety to crash upon her mind. Yes, she loved Iron Bull. Yes.
   “Does he know?” asked Cassandra. Her eyes were uncharacteristically eager,
“Well...um...he...yes?” Malika looked down at the table for a moment, “I mean, he’s Ben-Hassrath--was Ben-Hassrath--he’d know, right?”
“You must tell him!” cried Cassandra with conviction, “He may feel it, but to hear the words from your lips--” she caught herself romanticising and stopped before it got out of hand. She leaned back in her chair in an attempt at casualness, “Will you marry him?”
“No.” said Malika, “Absolutely not.” the suggestion caused heat to rise in her face. Cassandra was taken aback,
“Is there something wrong?”
“No...it’s just...we’re not trying to cement an alliance with the Qunari...that ship has…ok, that’s not a good metaphor...anyway, I see no reason. He’s my lover, not my possession and I don’t intend to treat him like one.”
“I don’t understand.” said Cassandra, “Marriage isn’t about owning somebody. It’s two people joining souls in the eyes of the Maker.”
“I’m sorry...I guess it must be different among humans, but where I come from marriage is rarely about love. Dwarves do it for power or political gain. It’s because they want something, not because they love their spouse. I used to think that becoming the wife or…” a lump rose in her throat, “concubine to some heartless noble would be my inevitable fate. I would bear their children, hoping for sons since our daughters would be taken from me and abandoned in the deep roads. My parents would have me enter that life. It would have made them proud. I thank the Maker every day for saving me from that.”
Cassandra looked at her in horror. It was clear she had never been explained the twisted intricacies of Dwarven marriage and breeding.
“Do Dwarves not...love?”
“I do.” said Malika, “It appears that Varric does...but neither of us have had much luck loving other Dwarves.”
“So...you have been in love before?” asked Cassandra. Again she had begun to inch forward on her chair. Her hands were stretching slowly across the table, almost as if she were reaching out, perhaps to comfort her. The conversation was putting Malika in a bad state. She hadn’t been thinking much about her old life and looking back made her bitter.
“I have.” she said softly, “And it was turned against me. I don’t even know if she ever loved me back.”
At this, Cassandra did take her hand, and her sympathetic eyes bore into Malika’s,
“What was her name?” she asked.
Malika gripped her hand back tighter than she meant to. She had never told this story to anyone and it wasn’t easy.
“Amli,” she said after a long pause, “She was the steward to one of the nobles I served...a Deshyr…”
“Was she beautiful?”
“Oh yes. She had this long, blonde hair that she braided and it went all the way down her back, and her eyes...sky blue...but of course she’d never know that...she’d never seen the sky. The Deshyr she worked for would constantly make passes at me. I was used to that, but he was relentless. He sent me gifts and letters and he kept thinking of new reasons to get me to work for him. He wanted me to join his household. I would have found another contact to deal with him, but every time I went to see him, I got to see her. She was so kind and naive...she was too good to be trapped underground. I didn’t know anyone like her and before I knew it, she was all I could think about. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to steal her away, I thought maybe we could run off together and just leave everything behind.”
“What happened?”
“Well, one night I finally got the courage to ask her out for a drink and she said yes...so I took her to this tavern I was staying at in the shady part of town. It wasn’t nice, but technically I’m casteless so I didn’t have many options...We talked for hours and eventually she asked me if I had thought about the Deshyr’s proposal and I told her no, that there was only one reason I even worked with him anymore...and then I kissed her.”
Malika could still remember that kiss so clearly. She remembered the rush of adrenaline as she reached to touch the side of Amli’s face and felt her fingers brush through the wispy hairs on her forehead. Her eyes widened as she came close, but then her face softened and their lips met. She placed her hand on her other cheek and parted her lips with her tongue. She yielded to her and Malika’s heart raced. She held her so close and kissed her so deep as her mind wandered to dreams of taking her away. She was certain that if Amli could just see what lied above ground that she would never want to set foot in Orzammar again.
Malika invited her to her room and she accepted. When they arrived, Malika backed onto the bed and pulled her down on top. As they kissed, she reached around and untied the leather thong that bound her hair into the braid. As she combed it loose with her fingers, it began to fall. Soon she was surrounded in a canopy of gold,
“You are so beautiful.” Malika told her. Amli smiled and blushed as Malika began to unfasten the back of her dress. The top drooped until it came falling down, exposing large, round breasts. Her flush extended down her chest and heat radiated off of her. The sensation of her body being so close was more intoxicating than Malika had ever imagined.
She grinned and rolled her over, then started to kiss and nibble on her neck while she felt up her chest. Her smile widened as she felt Amli grope at the buttons on her coat. Malika sat up and straddled her and in one hurried movement, peeled off her coat and the top underneath. Amli’s eyes widened, she reached up and cupped one of her breasts with a warm, soft hand. Malika lowered herself and kissed her, reveling in the feeling of skin on skin. She began to move down, kissing her jawline then going in to suck on the delicate skin on her neck, making Amli moan and squirm beneath her. She couldn’t help but giggle at how sensitive she was and it made her all the more excited to move further down.
She left her neck and kissed a trail to her breast, hovering above her nipple with an impish look in her eye. Amli watched her with baited breath as she lowered her head and took it in her mouth. She nipped and licked it, enjoying the sighs from her partner. The look and feel of her body was practically hypnotic and Malika felt like she could stay with her there forever. She took her time, switching between each breast, letting her fingers tug and rub whichever one her mouth left behind.
Heat rose from Amli’s body and her skin was practically red; beneath her full skirt, her legs shifted and squeezed together as the stirring between them intensified. Feeling her twitching reminded Malika that she had hardly experienced all the wonders her body had to offer. She stood up and pulled down on the dress. Amli smiled and looked away nervously, but lifted her body, allowing Malika to slide it clean off, leaving only a soaked piece of white fabric between her and her prize. She ran her hand over the aching mound and breathed in heavily,
“I’m sorry--” blurted Amli, “It’s really...wet...down there--I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” She put her hands over her face and clutched her thighs together tight. Malika laughed,
“You know that’s normal, right?”
“W-what?” she said, letting her hands lower slightly,
“Well, better than normal...it’s good…”
“Oh” said Amli. She uncovered her face, but her body still held clear signs of unease. Malika hadn’t expected her to be experienced, but at the same time she was taken aback at how utterly naive she was; how out of touch she must have been with her own desires.
“Here,” said Malika. She stood up and began to unfasten her breeches while Amli looked on with wide, unreadable eyes. She let the garment fall to the ground and stood naked at the edge of the bed for a moment before she climbed back towards Amli,
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.” she said urgently. Malika’s heart fluttered and she seized her mouth again while she gently crawled on top of her. Amli placed her hands on her waist, but Malika reached back and took one of them. She slowly brought it around and guided it between her legs and held it just an inch away from her heated quim. Amli bridged the gap, letting herself feel the slick folds.
“See?” said Malika. She started kissing and nipping at her neck while Amli explored her, first just skimming her slit, but then delving deeper. Malika let her hand wander as well, brushing up against Amli’s stomach and inching lower, fingers slowly creeping under the fabric of her smallclothes. Hearing no objection, she reached past the soft patch of hair to find the source of her wetness. She plunged her fingers between her lips and slowly, softly circled the top of her clit, causing her partner to whimper and nuzzle into her neck.
“Is that good?” asked Malika. Amli made an unintelligible yet positive noise. Malika turned her head, nibbled at her earlobe and playfully licked it,
“Want me to do something that will feel even better?” she whispered. Amli went quiet and Malika sat up a little to look at her face. It was clear she was overwhelmed with sensation. Her eyes were foggy and her breathing erratic. Malika let her finger swiftly run over the underside of her swollen nub, causing her to cry out and seek her lips for comfort.
“Please.” she said finally.
Malika climbed backwards over her body until she was positioned between her legs, then slowly started to pull down her smallclothes and was surprised when Amli eagerly aided her in shedding them. Her legs were now spread open and Malika gazed upon her, truly amazed at where the night had gone. She brushed her thumb through the thick tuft of golden hair over her velvety pinkness then, unable to wait any longer, dove in.
She started slowly, kissing and nibbling on her outside lips, enjoying the feeling of her legs twitching ever so slightly at the sensation and anticipation. She kissed at the center lightly, then again more deeply and let her tongue explore the outer layers, tasting her sweet slickness. Amli began to moan softly so she went deeper, finding her swollen pearl and gently licking it with slow laps of her tongue. The moans turned to squeaks and Malika giggled as she worked to find the best way to please her, finally settling on a rhythm of long licks coupled with gentle sucks on her inner lips. After a time, Amli began to twitch and shake, finally grabbing onto the back of her head, holding her in place while she climaxed.
Malika remained between her legs for a while, resting her head on her stomach, listening to her heavy breathing,
“Did I do ok?” asked Malika. Amli’s face was red, she smiled coyly,
“Uh huh.”
Malika smiled and let out a satisfied sigh. She wiped her face off with the sheet and went to kiss her again…
“She stayed with me that night.” Malika told Cassandra, “And I thought we could have a future together...I was a fool…”
“How were you a fool?” asked Cassandra. She was listening intently, leaning over the table with her head in her hand.
“I thought that she would leave her life for me...that she would run away with me. I started making plans, I thought maybe we could go to Tevinter or something...I heard surface dwarves have more options there. I continued getting work from the Deshyr, but he had stopped the proposals and was more or less leaving me alone...I thought he had finally given up...and every time I was in town she would come see me. She would ask me questions about the surface and I described it to her. The hills, the plant life and the sky. I said I’d show her someday and she said she’d like that…”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Well, one day I was making a delivery to the Deshyr and when I arrived, Amli wasn’t there. There was someone else. I asked where she was and all he told me was that she no longer held the position of steward. Then I went to see the Deshyr and he introduced me to his new wife…”
Malika stared down at the table blankly,
“No!” Shouted Cassandra, “He didn’t! It wasn’t--”
She nodded,
“He made it very clear that if I wanted to continue seeing her it would be under his roof...as a part of his household. I could give myself to him or never see her again.”
Again Cassandra’s eyes were wide and full of emotion,
“What of her? Did she have no say in this? Surely she didn’t approve of this plan.”
“That’s just the thing, Cassandra, she did. The Deshyr left us alone to talk, probably hoping she’d convince me to stay. I asked her what happened and how she could do this to me and all she could say was that it’s an honor for us both...that bearing his sons would make my ancestors proud. She said I would want for nothing...I told her all I wanted was her. I told her I loved her and I begged her to come with me, but it was too late. She believed what she was saying, she had gotten what she wanted.
“I went home to find out that I wasn’t welcome anymore--violently so. My parents had been a part of this plan. If it hadn’t been for my brother...well, I guess I don’t want to think about what could have happened.”
Cassandra reached for Malika’s hand again and held it very gently,
“I am so sorry, my friend.” she said,
“It’s ok…” said Malika, giving Cassandra’s hand a little squeeze, “I’ve left that life behind me. So many people died at the conclave, but Andraste chose me so that I can live. I intend to honor her gift by living the best, fullest and happiest life I can. I will not fail her and I will not fail myself.”
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