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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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Iron Bull and Malika hadn’t spoken about their time together since it had happened over a month ago. Malika hadn’t planned on marching on Adamant Fortress so soon, but her morning meeting with her advisors made it clear there was no time to lose. By noon the next day the troops were already on their way with her and the Bull in tow.
  Iron Bull acted as though nothing had passed between them. He called her “Boss” and made crass jokes. The troops approved, they always did. Bull was very popular with everyone, except seemingly Dorian, who rolled his eyes in annoyance at him...But then again, one could never truly figure out Dorian’s opinion on anybody.
  The fight was brutal and surreal. Being the first person in modern history to enter the fade physically was such a strange idea that she could hardly reconcile it in her mind. She felt that entering the fade was the culmination of every unbelievable thing that had happened to her so far. From carta dwarf, to prisoner, to messiah, to world leader all in a matter of a few short months...and she had just been forced to use her new power to sentence an important ally to their death. She knew it was necessary, but Hawke’s death, as well as the deaths of many of her soldiers, still weighed heavily on her mind, haunting her. It was too much to bear and she yearned for something simple and real. A comfort or distraction. The last time she had felt truly herself was that night with Iron Bull. She craved him. Craved his towering form over her, holding her down, forcing her to orgasm...making her taste it...She shivered. The memories sent pulses through her body.
  She wanted him again...so badly, but after so much time had passed she didn’t know how to make it happen or if he was even interested. Was she supposed to just wait around? See if he came to her room again? Malika didn’t even know if Bull was still interested or if he’d be turned off by her chasing after him...but then she remembered what he had said just before he drove her into ecstasy.
  “If the little girl wants something, she’s going to have to tell me exactly what it is.”
  With that in mind, she steeled her will and went to the tavern. Of course Iron Bull was there in his favorite spot. Comfortable behind the fireplace. Close enough to get warm and hear the minstrel’s beautiful music, but hidden away so that the only people who would find him would have been looking for him already. Malika approached him,
  “You need something, Boss?”* he asked as she walked up.
  “I’d like to talk in private,”* she said and he replied with a short and simple,
  “All right.”
  They walked to her chambers together. It was a long walk, and awkward. The fear demon was right, she was just a silly little girl, dragging her crush off to some out of the way place to have a “serious talk.” If only the people of Thedas could see into her mind. The fabled Herald of Andraste? No. She was just nervous kid playing at being an adult. They finally reached her room and she turned to face him.
  “What’s going on, boss?”* he asked once they were fully alone,
  “We need to talk about what happened between us.”* said Malika.
  “Oh, that.”* He was as casual as ever, “Sure, what’s on your mind?”*
  “You are.”* she said with more confidence than she felt, “And I’d like you on the rest of me, too.”*
  Iron Bull smiled and relaxed a little,
“I thought I read you right,”* He said, “Ben Hassrath training, remember?”* He began crossing the room to sit down,
“When it’s a hostile target you give them what they want,but when it’s someone you care about you give them what they need.”*
“Oh, I have a need.”* Said Malika, she was feeling more confident in herself and now that it seemed things were going her way, her desire was taking over.
“And I can meet that need…”* said Iron Bull, “But first, ground rules. Just so everyone’s clear. I will never hurt you without your permission. You will always be safe. If you're ever uncomfortable, if you ever want me to stop, you say ‘Katoh’ and it's over. No questions asked.”*
Malika thought about his words for a moment,
“That sounds reasonable.”* She replied.
Iron Bull stood up in front of her, brushed back her hair and lightly caressed her cheek,
“You don’t need to be afraid…”* he said softly, then grabbed her chin and tilted her head to look him in the eye, “Unless you want to be.”*
“Take me.”* she whispered.
“Can do…”*
He led her to the bed and drew her up onto his lap. He looked her in the eye, brushed back her hair and kissed her deeply. Bull lightly scratched Malika’s back through her clothes while their tongues met, it gave her unexpected shivers. This time, though, Malika was determined that she would not be the only one receiving pleasure. She began to nibble on his lip and run her hands up his muscled chest. She hardly got a chance to explore it the last time they were together, but this time she indulged in it. Every dimple and crevice made by his exquisite bulk, she explored. Surprisingly soft, although scarred, skin lubricated by the faintest glimmer of sweat. She landed on his enormous pecs...or “pillowy man-bosoms” she thought and stifled a mood-breaking laugh, then she found his nipple. She gently rubbed and pinched it and Iron Bull sighed, grabbing her bottom to pull her closer. She could feel that Iron cock stirring beneath her, massive and tempting as it was before. It was right there, his implement of pleasure...or pain...the promise of sweet release from her worries. Maybe it was desperation or blind lust, but she was convinced that finally having him inside her would be the great distraction she so desperately needed.
Malika hastily began unbuttoning her shirt and Iron Bull helped her to remove it further, then she moved on to unfastening her trousers,
“I need it, Bull. I need you to fuck me.” She whispered softly into his ear. He grabbed her wrists to stop her from fiddling with her clothing,
“I told you,” he said, “I will decide when you’re ready”
“I’m ready now!” she said, trying to shake his grip from her hands, “Please, I need you!”
“I will decide what you need.”
“Then give me what I need!” She ordered,
“Well, if you’re going to act like a naughty girl,” said Bull gruffly, “You’re going to be treated like one.”
And with that he turned her over his lap and hastily pulled down her trousers. She squirmed and kicked, but before she had a handle on what was really happening, Iron Bull’s hand came down on her bottom with a loud thud. Pain shocked her system and sent a jolt of adrenaline to her brain. She cried out and Bull put one large hand over her mouth,
“Shh, not so loud. You don’t want the guards to see you like this, do you? Their all mighty Inquisitor bent over the knee of a grey savage?”
Malika shook her head and mumbled a negative sound from behind his hand,
“Now, you remember that word I taught you, right? Say it for me now.”
Malika hesitated,
“Say it!” he repeated as he pulled her head back my the hair,
“Ka-Katoh!” She said frantically. He loosened his grip on her hair,
“Do you mean that?” He asked,
“No!” She said, breathing heavily. She was confused and aroused, she didn’t want to do anything wrong. Iron Bull grabbed her hair again, tightly.
“Good.” he said as he landed another blow on her small yet curvaceous backside, “You know you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you?”
“Yes…” whispered Malika, yet another blow fell and she gasped,
“Yes, what, Inquisitor?”
“Yes, Iron Bull, I’ve been a bad girl!” His hand came down, yet again, harder this time.
“That’s a good start, girl, but what have you done?”
“Wha-?” she started, but there was another smack on her bottom and her hair was pulled tighter,
“Tell The Iron Bull what you have done!”
Malika searched her mind, it was clouded and puzzled. What had she done, what did he want?
“I messed up Cullen’s table!” she cried and the hand fell down again. Smack, “I...I rigged a bucket of water over Josephine’s door!” Smack,
“You’ve been very mischevious, that I know, but these are just pranks. Tell me more.”
“Every day since I saw you last I’ve touched myself thinking of you,” Smack. “I sat in my tent at Adamant thinking of you touching me...and kissing me…” Smack. The spankings continued to increase in intensity and she could feel her bottom getting red and hotter with each one,
“Flattering, but I want more. Confess!” he cried and smacked her again,
“I...I...I’m a criminal...I’m not sure if Andraste chose me!” He continued to spank her at ever increasing levels, but he was no longer responding. He was a machine of endless, jarring pain,
“I led good people to their deaths!” cried out Malika, tears now rolling down her face, “I stole them away from their families, their lives! I killed the Champion of Kirkwall!”
Iron Bull pushed her onto the floor and grabbed her hands so she knelt before him,
“Why did you do it!?” The question hit her like an arrow through the heart, “Why did you kill all those men!?”
“I had to!” Malika sobbed, “I had no choice, we had no choice! If we can’t stop Corypheus everybody dies...or worse...everybody in the world. There would be nothing left. No families to miss them! No love! Just death, just pain...It had to be done!”
With that Malika let out a dreadful sob into Iron Bull’s lap. It was uncontrollable. Rivers of tears created a wet spot so different than the one she had intended and she sniffled and wiped her runny nose.
Iron Bull swept her up into his arms like a child,
“There, there,” he said, “Let it out, let it all out. None of those things were your fault...You are guilty of nothing. None of this war has been your doing.”
Malika reached around his neck and continued to cry into his shoulder, letting herself be as one with her emotions. Feeling the sadness and shame and anger as it manifested itself and left her.
*Dialogue taken directly from Dragon Age: Inquisition
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