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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
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   “I need your help,” said Malika. She stood across the table from Leliana who raised her eyebrow at her.
   “Are you...sweating, Inquisitor?”
   She was. Her breath was shallow and her hands clutched at her sides. A lump rose in her throat.
   “No…” she said and pulled at her collar, “I mean--it’s warm--but no...Listen, are you busy?”
   “I’m always busy, but what do you need?”
   Malika looked around; there were a few of Leliana’s agents, but other than that they were alone.
   “I want you to…dress me up...for Iron Bull.”
   A smile grew across Leliana’s face.
   “I was right!”
   “You were right,” said Malika, “Now, could we maybe go somewhere a little more private?”
   “Did you want to do this tonight, Inquisitor?” asked Leliana, taken aback.
   “Yes,” she said as if that was a particularly ridiculous question, “Tomorrow I might be dead.”
   Leliana agreed to help and told her to wait in her chambers. Once there, she scribbled out a message to Iron Bull, giving him a time to be back in their room and handed it off to a guard. She hoped he would be happy with her surprise...she wanted at least one more night to be fully together before...the end. Ever since they had returned from the Arbor Wilds, she had become increasingly aware of her mortality and the direness of their situation. Her situation. She had no doubt that in the end, good would conquer over evil, but great victories were rarely won without sacrifice; and if she truly was the instrument of the Maker, the appropriate sacrifice would be her.
   The newly added voices in her head didn’t help much. By this time, she had become begrudgingly used to intrusions in her thoughts. When the mark first caused her to start dreaming, she thought she would never be able to trust the world as it was again. Thankfully, Solas had been there, ever understanding and willing to share his expansive knowledge. With his help, the dreams that once terrified her were now simply fascinating, and he taught her tricks to distinguish the two worlds from each other. These tricks were invaluable in these surreal times...but they didn’t help shut out the constant din in her head, reminding her that it was time to act... reminding her that her time was short.
   Leliana arrived about an hour later with her purple dress--this time without the shoulder piece--and far more supplies than Malika had expected. She had crates brought up, full of candles, oils, fabrics, and flowers. Any item one might consider a luxury.
   “Where did you even find all this?” asked Malika in awe.
   “Oh, I have my ways, Inquisitor...I also asked a favor of our Lady Vivienne--”
   “You didn’t!” cried Malika, “You told Vivienne about this!?”
   Leliana rolled her eyes and shook her head.
   “Of course I did, and she was more than happy to lend a hand. You may not always see eye to eye--maker knows she and I do not--but she is not so snooty as she may seem. She cares about you. She wants to help.”
   “That’s nice, but I don’t want all of Skyhold knowing about my...special plans…” she grumbled
   “And Cassandra didn’t want Varric knowing she reads his books. Sometimes we must make compromises--Ah, here’s the tub, go get undressed.”
   Malika did as she was told and they set to their task. First was a bath, of course, with oils that smelled heavenly and left her skin soft and glowing. After drying completely Leliana set to fixing her hair while she dictated to her agents where to place candles and drape fabric. She swept her bangs out of her face and brought them up to a braid crowning the top of her head. Malika laughed and looked around the room. She so rarely put her hair up and the world was so much brighter with it out of her eyes.
   Leliana had a tool that she warmed in the fire and used to lightly curl the ends of her hair, then pinned something shiny in place. She marvelled at Leliana’s skill. Had she not been such an insolent child, Malika would have been proficient at this, too. Her mother loved dressing her up and doing her hair while whispering into her ear about what it would be like when Malika joined a noble house and could wear such fine clothes every day. It was a life to be envied, a life worth abandoning your crying, infant daughters in the deep roads for...or fully grown ones, for that matter.
   After a long while, they were done. Malika sat facing the fire on a chaise lounge draped in luxurious red fabric as she waited for Bull to arrive. Her quarters were a sight to behold. Candles on every surface, rose petals strewn on the bed. The fire crackled and she gazed into the dark base of the flames, her heart pounding.
   The door creaked then closed. He had arrived. Her shoulders tensed up as she listened to his footsteps on the stairs. There was a confused noise as his head peeked over the bannister, and then:
   “Kadan.” he said, his voice was low, guttural. Swiftly, he came to her side and knelt next to her by the fire.
   “What is this?” he said. His hands were already on her, feeling the shape of her breasts through the silky fabric, “When did you…? Kadan…”
   He couldn’t find words, but his hands spoke for him. He felt the skirt and groping her chest, then ran his hands up to her neck to bury his fingers in her soft curls. The dress was demoralizing, but feeling him against her, so heated and passionate, excited her. He breathed in then stood back to look her over,
   “Leliana had it made for the Winter Palace...but I...I told her I didn’t want it...Do you like it?”
   “Kadan…” said Iron Bull in that same low moan.
   “Is that all you can say?”
   “Kadan...Malika...my Lady--”
   “Please, don’t call me that.” she groaned.
   “You don’t like that?” said Bull. She shook her head and he gave her a stern look, then slowly walked around the chaise, finally kneeling behind her, taking her neck with one hand and letting the other traverse her body, feeling the fabric and occasionally dipping down beneath her low bustline.
   “You don’t like being called ‘my lady...’” he said and tightened his grip on her neck with the last two words.
   “No, I don’t.”
   “You told Leliana you didn’t want this…”
   “Yes…” she sighed as his wandering fingers found one of her nipples and pinched tightly. There was a meanness in his voice that she couldn’t help but want--love.
   “So, you don’t like this dress?”
   He spoke softly into her ear and the warm breath made her tingle.
   “I hate it.” she said honestly. She was now panting and squirming beneath his touch.
   “Then why are you wearing it?”
It felt as if time stopped. He took his hand off her breast, moved his face away from her ear and just barely let go of her neck. She breathed heavily as she answered.
   “F-for you! I...I thought...you would like it.”
   “I do, Kadan,” he said as he drew her in again. He let his hand slide down from her chest until he reached the bottom of the plunging neckline, “But let me make one thing clear to you.”
   He grabbed the front of her dress with both hands and began to pull it apart straight down the middle.
   “Never.” rip, “Do anything.” rip, “You don’t want,” rip, “For me.” and with that he leaned forward and finished the job, tearing the dress completely down to the hem, leaving it in two separate parts.
   Now that she was exposed, he reached down and felt her wet cunt that had been throbbing ever since he first touched her that night.
   “I know what you want.” He said in her ear, letting his stubble tickle her neck and make her squirm, “You want to be a bad girl, you want to be my little slut, you want me to fuck you so hard you’ll walk funny for a week. Isn’t that what you want, Inquisitor?”
   “Yes!” she cried. His free hand came up again, taking her by the neck and pulling her closer. Bull began to lick and bite at her ear, making her squeal.
   “I want that, too, my pet. So from now on, the only dressing up I want you to do for me is putting your collar around your neck so I can hold onto it while I fuck you like the little bitch you are. You got that?”
   “Oh, fuck yes.” she said. He let go of her and she scrambled to the bed, letting her ruined gown fall off her shoulders as she went.   She ducked down, pulled out a hidden box and found her collar and chain lead. She took the collar and hastily brought it up to her neck.
   “No, I want to do this part,” said Bull, “Let me show my mabari who’s boss.”
   He threaded the end through the latch and pulled it tightly. She gasped.
   “Too tight?” he asked.
   “Just right,” she said breathlessly.
   He attached the lead and pulled her towards him, letting her face collide with his cock that was straining against the fabric of his trousers.
   “You know what to do,” he said. She did. She undid his belt, letting it fall along with his pants. Without wasting any time, she took him in her mouth as far as she could, letting the ridge of his tip pop past her lips. He moaned and placed one hand on the back of her head while he spat on the other and began to stroke the length she couldn’t take. She reached out to assist him while she let him guide her, penetrating her mouth again and again. She lapped at his tip with her tongue between thrusts, tasting the salty fluid already dripping from it. He was as hot as she was and soon he was gripping her hair and forcing himself deeper into her mouth. Not quite expecting him, she gagged hard as he came down her throat. He held her to him until his twitching ceased and he was finished.
   She gasped heavily when he allowed her to come up for air and wiped some escaping seed from her lips with her arm. He reached down to put her chin in his hand and traced her lips with his thumb. They opened again willingly and he stuck it in her mouth, letting her bite down upon it.
   “That’s a good girl,” he said, “but we’re not done.”
   She sighed and swooned. He smacked her bottom and pointed at the bed. Obeying his command, she ran to it and climbed up, seating herself at the side. Her heart was lighter now that she had been stripped of that awful dress. She looked at the sad mess of fabric on the floor and felt childish delight when she noticed the embroidered dwarven pattern at the hem, frayed and threadbare.
   Bull stepped out of his trousers and took off his boots. He came to the bed and knelt before her so their faces were at the same level and pulled her into a kiss. Her lips parted to his tongue and he tasted her deeply while rubbing her scalp and neck with his massive hand. He left her mouth and began to move down her neck, licking and planting soft kisses on her collarbone.
   “Fuck, Bull…” she sighed, “You’re driving me crazy...Please, just take me already.”
   “No,” he said, bringing his face back up to her. He put their foreheads together and nuzzled at her nose. “No rushing tonight. I want to enjoy every inch of you...and when I’m satisfied, then I’ll let you enjoy every inch of me.”
   She noticed his cock against her leg, already stiff again and smiled.
   “Let’s just stick to four or five inches of you…” she said with a giggle, “I don’t want to visit the healers tonight…”
   He shook his head then abruptly grabbed her legs, making her fall back on the bed. He climbed over her and continued his path down her chest, stopping at her breasts and alternating between hard bites and teasing licks. She arched her back, pressing herself further into him, enjoying the roughness of his ministrations. He thrust a finger inside her, curling it to his just the right spot while he continued downward. Her hips twitched as she felt his stubbly kisses nearing her center and her legs rose up around his face. He slowly took his finger out, licked it off, then adjusted her legs so they sat on his horns. The feeling of his hard, rough horns beneath her knees always made her giddy. She kicked a little and laughed until he returned to his task; letting his long tongue spread her open.
Where his one finger had exited, he inserted two. She moaned, thrusting back at him and encouraging him to go deeper. He fucked her with his thick fingers while his lips, teeth and tongue teased her lips and circled her clit. Soon she was on the edge, breathing heavily and grinding against him, but instead of keeping up his pace and letting her finish, he pulled out his fingers and let the second one massage and press against her other hole, lubricating it with her own slick. She squeaked and clenched, but then thought better and relaxed. When it reached the second knuckle he began to move the two in unison. She curled her legs hard around his horns, drawing him in closer. He fucked her with his hand and sucked on her clit until her legs shot up, her toes curled and she came shakily to climax.
Bull took his fingers out, but stayed where he was with his huge arms wrapped around her thighs; kissing, licking and nuzzling her folds.
“You’re mine,” he growled softly into her flesh. It sent shivers through her body.
“All yours…”
“Mmm.”
He pushed his face into her one last time, then got up to wash his hands in the basin. When he was done he came back to the edge of the bed and pinned her beneath his immense chest. He brought his hand to her head and pulled out the hairpin that held up her braid. It immediately began to unravel and he combed his fingers through, letting her bangs fall over her face.
“There she is,” he said with admiration. “I remember the first time I saw you. First you showed up and ripped through a squadron of Vints like they were made of fucking paper. That was impressive. Then you took off your helmet and fuck...those lips, those marks…” he ran his thumb down her cheek over a lavender stripe, “And that hair. Messy and thick, covered half your face...looked like you just had a good tumble...then you turned around and I saw all that leather clinging to your ass...I just thought...what a fucking woman…”
“You ass!” said Malika abruptly. She was still smiling, but she struggled against him.
“What?!”
“You thought all of that the first time you saw me?”
“Of course, Kadan.” He brought his face closer but she gave him a stern look and dug her head back into the mattress. “What’s the problem?”
“If you were so attracted to me when we first met, why keep me waiting so long? You knew I wanted you, I did all but deliver myself to you wrapped as a gift--”
“Fuck, that would have been hot--”
“I’m serious! Why did you make me wait? Just to torture me?”
Malika had promised herself she would never be jealous of Bull’s former partners...and she would never dare bring it up, but she couldn’t help but think of Dorian. If what Bull said was true, why would he go to him first?
Iron Bull lifted himself up on his elbows, finally allowing himself to be serious.
“To be honest, I thought I was doing both of us a favor...you didn’t need a distraction and the Inquisition didn’t need the scandal...trying to convince the people you’re the Herald of Andraste while you’re fucking a Qunari? That would have been a real shit show.”
“It still could have been, what changed?”
“I don’t know…” he said dismissively, breaking eye contact, “We came here, you became Inquisitor...I left the Qun...you know...things change…”
Bull met her eyes again. He looked thoughtful at first, but then his evil grin came back and he reached behind her head, pulling her hair tight. Her eyes widened and her breath became short. Holding her head back, he began to rub his still-hard cock between her legs,
“Whatever hesitations I may have had,” he said into her ear as he grinded against her, “however long it took me to come to you, just know that I want you. I have always wanted you. I will always want you.” She writhed beneath him. He had such an incredible way of making her desperate for him in a matter of seconds,
“And I think I know what you want…” he added with a chuckle.
“Please,” she said. He looked her in the eye.
“Tell me what you want, little girl.”
“I want you to fuck me, Iron Bull.”
“Beg for me.”
“Please!” she said, “Please, I’ll do anything, just fuck me, fill me...Maker, I wish I could take all of you...I want to sheath you...I want every inch of you…”
Bull laughed again under his breath.
“That’s not what you said earlier…”
“I DON’T CARE! PLEASE!”
She was practically crying and Bull just watched her with an evil smirk. He leaned down close to her face.
“Tell me again, Inquisitor. Who do you belong to?”
“The Iron Bull.”
He thrust himself inside her and a long, drawn out moan escaped her lips. For Malika, it seemed as if the days of painful stretching were gone and she was now able to take him easily. Still, she felt his enormous cock pushing on every side of her channel, touching all the right places. There was still no way he could ever safely fit himself completely inside of her, but he held her down and rammed her harder than he ever had before, causing her to shout so loud they thought for sure the guards could hear. She let loose a run of obscenities before Bull’s hand came down on her neck. Ignoring the dull pain from the blunted spikes, he pressed down hard, restricting her air flow.
She looked up at him with wide eyes as he continued to fuck her mercilessly, letting his hand up periodically so she could breathe. Finally he let up and leaned in close again.
“I’m gonna come in that pretty cunt of yours, do you like that, Inquisitor?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she said as quietly as she could allow herself,
“Ask nicely,” he growled.
“Please...please…” she begged, she was on the edge herself, “Maker, please fill me up...please! Please, I want it, please!”
Bull wrapped his arms under her shoulders and plowed into her hard until he finally shot into her hard enough that she could feel it. She let out a final, exhausted yelp and rode out her own heavy orgasm.
Bull pushed her back so she was centered on the bed, then sat up.
“Damn, that was...That. Was good, Kadan.” he said, still breathing heavily. Malika let out a huff of air and shook her head.
“I needed that.”
“My pleasure,” he said. “ Well, maybe some of it’s yours…” He looked away thoughtfully for a moment. “All this time and you’ve never said ‘Katoh.’ If I’d known you’d last this long, I’d have let you pick your own watchword.”
“If you want to make me use that watchword, you’ll need to try harder,” said Malika with playful defiance. He smiled.
“Good to know...I’m a better man for having met you, Kadan. I just hope this made things a little easier on your end.”
Malika’s shoulders tightened. Something in what he had just said made her feel wrong. He was disassociating himself...it hit her that Cassandra might have been right. She thought her heart had been on her sleeve, but maybe he didn’t know. Maybe he suspected, maybe in his heart he knew, but she had never said it. She swallowed hard. Blurting out her thoughts had always been so easy but right now...right now she was petrified. All the same, she could still hear the voices at the back of her head. Say it now, they seemed to say, tell him now, before it’s too late.
“Not ‘this,’ You made things easier on my end.” She paused for a moment and breathed deeply, say the word, she thought...and finally, it happened: “I love you.”
Silence fell and the words hung in the air between them until, after a short eternity, Bull spoke.
“You going soft on me, Kadan?”
It felt as if her heart had stopped. Great, she thought, the one fucking time I think something through and I fuck it up, wonderful. She turned her head to hide the tears building up and nodded gently. Yes, she was soft on him. The softest. She was a stuffed nug, torn open with all her filling spilling out across the floor...But then she felt his hand on her face, turning it back towards him. He was smiling. In his eyes she could see the faintest glimmer of wetness, puffiness. He began pushing her down onto the bed.
“I love you, too.”
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