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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
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   The days seemed to crawl between requesting an appointment and actually getting to go; although, all told it only took about a week. It wasn’t hard to find a legitimate reason to visit Val Royeaux and with a generous deposit sent in advance to The Bull’s Pen, they were more than willing to arrange a time, even not knowing who it was they were entertaining. Leliana had communicated with them as an anonymous third party, letting them know that she intended to bring in an elite client who needed the utmost in privacy, so much so that their identity and affiliations would not be revealed until they met in person. The manager of the dungeon, Cremisius, seemed unphased by the situation and charged them a standard fee to assure they would be completely alone when they arrived. He had also sent along much more information than Malika had initially been expecting and a questionnaire all about her limits and tastes.
   According to the literature, the dungeon wasn’t quite what she was expecting. First and foremost, “sex” was not allowed. It wasn’t, as Malika had originally thought, basically a brothel that specializes in BDSM. It was a bit of a relief, since it made the whole situation a little less illicit, but also left her confused as to what a “session” actually consisted of. The questionnaire was very thorough, so much so that Malika felt uneasy giving it back to the spymaster to send along. It detailed many of her deepest sexual fantasies and it made her nervous to think of the Iron Bull reading them. Would they be compatible with his own, or would he find her repulsive? Did he even take sexual pleasure in his work or was it all just another day at the office? Maybe it doesn’t even matter what he likes, she thought as she filled out the survey, but then she thought about being on her knees in front of him, him looking down at her while she sucked his massive rod...his muscles tensing from the pleasure until he spilled, hot and thick on her tongue and she realized that what he liked mattered a lot.
   When they arrived in Val Royeaux, Malika and Leliana took a car on their own to the red lantern district. Leliana had insisted on coming along--at least for the initial meeting--and Malika was happy to have her. Wearing hood--and for Malika, gloves--to hide their identity. They drove until they found their destination, which wasn’t easy. The building was completely non-descript except for a pair of bull horns painted in white against the black door.
   “Pull around the back,” said Leliana, “They’re letting us in there.”
   They parked the car and drew up their hoods, walking up to the back door and ringing the bell. The butterflies in Malka’s stomach had butterflies of their own. She hoped she could even speak to the man once she met him. She’d survived a giant explosion, gone forward and backward in time, fixed a hole in the sky and got out of Haven alive against all odds--surely, surely, she could talk to one large, sexy, horned man.
   The door opened and they were greeted by a gorgeous young man with tanned skin and reddish brown hair. He let them in and closed the door behind them. The inside was so dark that it was hard to make out at first what was even inside, but when her eyes adjusted she saw that it was decadently appointed. Almost everything was black, but the textures were rich and diverse, from the shining ebony floorboards to the black on black velvet wallpaper. As they continued down the hallways, she saw chandeliers of smoky crystal and glimpsed into a door cracked open to see a bed upholstered entirely with black leather. She wanted to dive right in.
   “Cremisius I presume?” said Leliana when they reached a stopping point. They were in what looked like a waiting room lined with overstuffed leather sofas and chairs. They both kept their hoods up and Malika stayed behind, remaining silent.
   “That’s me, but you can call me Krem, it’s shorter.” His voice was strange--sexy. Soft, higher pitched than she expected, but husky. Malika wondered if manager was his only job, or if he ever performed...other services.
   “Are we alone?”
   “Just us...well, the staff is here, but they know to keep their mouths shut. Can’t stay in this business long if you can’t do that.”
   Satisfied, Leliana let her hood down, causing Krem to raise his eyebrows.
   “Sister Nightingale.” he said with a little bow, “So, you’re interested in seeing The Iron Bull?”
   Leliana laughed, “Not entirely, I’m merely the go between. Your real client is much too precious to come here alone, even with your reputation.” Leliana looked back at Malika and gestured for her to come forward. She let down her hood. As Krem saw her, the corner of his mouth rose into a dazed smile, for a moment she thought he was going to laugh out loud; but in a split second the stupid grin was gone and he was all business again.
   “Herald of Andraste,” he said, now bowing completely, “Inquisitor--Your Worship, forgive me, I wasn’t expecting...you.”
   “Well that’s good news, at least.” said Malika, her smile betraying the nervousness inside, “Leliana went to great lengths to keep it that way.”
   “Yes, of course.” he said, finally letting a chuckle eek out, “So, The Iron Bull, then? Are you sure? You know, we have a variety of Doms to choose from, I could bring them out.”
   “I’m quite sure.” she said, knitting her eyebrows...was he teasing her?
   “Ok, but--” with that a loud, insistent ring came from Krem’s pocket. He pulled out his phone just enough to read the screen, smiled, shook his head and put it back, “I’m sorry Your Worship, I’ll go get him. Please, have a seat, I’ll only be a moment.”
   When he left, Malika turned to Leliana, who was now walking the perimeter of the room, investigating.
   “That was a little strange, wasn’t it?” as is whatever you’re doing, she held back from adding.
   “Be careful what you say, Inquisitor, someone may be listening.”
   After a thorough check of the room that included moving couches and inspecting the potted black lotus in the corner, Leliana came to sit down.
   “Looks like this room isn’t bugged, but I have no doubt Krem was.” She said in a whisper.
   “Why would he have been bugged? Do you think they’re agents of Corypheus?”
   “Hard to say. Perhaps they work for the enemy, perhaps they intend to blackmail us, or perhaps the Iron Bull simply wanted a head start finding out who his mystery client is. Whatever the case may be, we might as well stay. They already have plenty of information on us and we may be able to glean more about them.”
   This new revelation added another layer of tension. She hoped beyond hope it didn’t mean they’d have to leave.
   After waiting another five or so minutes, the door opened and there he was. He was so tall he had to bend slightly to fit through the frame...sweet Maker, he was massive. He wore an asymmetrical leather harness that crossed his chest, highlighting and enhancing his bulging pecs. Beneath that was a thick belt and loose fitting trousers with fabric that draped at the sides, tucked into lovingly worn leather boots. Malika stood at attention when he approached her, although dropping to her knees and worshiping his boots was another option she considered.
   “Inquisitor,” he said, his deep, rich voice threatening to make her weak in the knees. He held out his giant hand and she took it, feeling like a child in comparison. He knelt down and kissed her hand, maintaining eye contact the whole time. She couldn’t imagine how she must have looked, like a halla in headlights, she guessed.
   “Welcome to The Bull’s Pen”
   Malika stood dumbstruck for a moment, staring at him and reconciling it in her head that he was indeed a real person. It was so hard to tell these days, what with the mark suddenly allowing her to dream and the barrier between the real world and the fade deteriorating.
   “I...um...Thank you.”
   He gave her a wicked smirk and stood back up. At full height, her face lined up just above his crotch. Please don’t be an agent of Corypheus, she thought and had to actively stop herself from saying it aloud. He sat in a chair across from them and gave Leliana a nod,
   “I see you brought your spymaster, that’s a good choice. I don’t blame you for being on your guard. There are people out there who would pay good money to know what makes the Inquisitor tick, but you won’t have to worry about that here.” He looked to Leliana, “Did you find any leaks when you were investigating us, Red?”
   “None.” she said coolly, ignoring the nickname.
   Malika couldn’t help but notice how he spoke. Given his line of work, she expected him to be different. She had been to “The Blooming Rose” in Kirkwall and there it felt like every word spoken had been dipped in honey. Conversation was measured to to titillate and entice, to grab hold and draw you into their bed chamber. The Iron Bull, though...he talked like a soldier.
   “Good to hear. My staff are professionals, but from what you sent me, it looks like it’s just going to be you and me.”
   “Yes.” she found herself saying out loud a tad more wantonly than she had intended. He let out a soft, low laugh,
   “I think we’re going to have fun, Inquisitor...But before we get started, there’s one other thing. Might turn you on, might piss you off. You ever hear of the Ben-Hassrath?”
   “A Qunari organization,” chimed in Leliana, “Similar to their guards and city watch.”
   “I’d go closer to spies, but yeah, that’s them...Or well, us.” he said, sounding uneasy for the first time, “The Ben-Hassrath are concerned about the breach. Magic uncontrolled like that could cause trouble everywhere. I’m sure it’s not a coincidence that you heard about the Pen, we’ve been trying to lure your officers here for months. Didn’t know we’d catch such a big fish, though. I was ordered to court the Inquisition, try to get close to some people in charge and send back reports on what’s happening, but I also get reports from Ben-Hassrath agents all over Orlais. If you still want to play, I thought I could propose a trade.”
   “Wait,” said Malika, trying to wrap her head around the information, “You’re a Qunari spy and you just...told us?”
   “Whatever happened at that Conclave thing, it’s bad. Someone needs to get that breach closed. So, whatever I am, I’m on your side.”
   “You still could have hidden what you are.”
   “From something called the Inquisition? From the Inquisitor herself? I’dve been tipped sooner or later, besides, what we do here is all about trust. It’s better you hear it up front from me.”
   “And what kind of information would you send home?”
   “Whatever you can give me. Ideally, something that will keep my superiors happy. Nothing that’ll compromise your operations. The Qunari want to know if they need to launch an invasion to stop the whole damn world from falling apart. You let me send word of what you're doing, it’ll put some minds at ease. And before you ask, no, I won’t be sending them any information on our activities here. They don’t care if the Inquisitor’s a naughty girl who needs a spanking.”
   Malika looked away, trying to hide her blushing smile. In the heat of negotiations, she almost forgot why she was there. Questioning recruits was old hat at this point,
   “And what of these reports?” asked Leliana, “What will we be receiving from your people?”
   The Iron Bull shifted in his seat and pulled an envelope out of his pocket,
   “Enemy movements, suspicious activity, intriguing gossip. It’s a bit of everything.” he handed it to Leliana, “This one’s on the house. If you’re as good as I hear you are, you should be able to put that to good use.”
   “We shall see.” said Leliana as she casually tore open the packet.
   “That should keep her busy for the next hour or so,” said the Iron Bull, looking over at Malika, “You ready?”
   She turned to Leliana, whose face was buried in the Ben-Hassrath report. She looked up and nodded her head in blessing.
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