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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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Malika wasn’t sure how long she cried for, but Iron Bull sat with her with Andraste’s own patience. When she had finally calmed down to a point, he set her down gently and laid next to her on the bed,
   “I...that was…” she groped for words, “Thank you.”
   “It’s my pleasure, boss.” said Bull, he was always so casual about everything. Malika was genuinely taken aback.
   “How do you that?” She asked while rolling over and putting her arm over his vast chest, “How can you act that way with me and then go back to being so...easy?”
   “How do you do it?” he said, “To everyone else here--to the world--you’re the big, bad Inquisitor. The Herald of Andraste or what have you. Demon slayer, decision maker, world changer...hard ass...Then you come to me and before long you’re on your knees, literally begging for it.”
   Malika couldn’t help but notice an edge of satisfaction in his voice when he talked about her begging for it,
   “I suppose you have a point,” she said, “But maybe I should stop all the begging as it seems to be getting me nowhere…”
   “You asked me to give you what you needed, and I did. Was I wrong?”
   “No…” she said quietly. She reached behind her and felt her bottom. There were definitely some swollen areas and the whole thing radiated with heat, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that…” she mumbled,
   “Don’t be. It doesn’t take special training to know you’ve been going through a lot of shit--have a lot of feelings bothering you. Sometimes a physical punishment can stop the mental punishment you’re putting yourself through...or at least weaken it. You don’t want those thoughts interfering with your life...and I don’t want them interfering with what we do here. Besides, anything I can do to get my hands on that ass some more is worth it.”
   Bull slid his hand underneath her body and pulled her up onto him. She lay there feeling a bit like a child’s toy, small and limp against his mountainous body. It felt good.
   “When will I be ready, though?” Asked Malika sheepishly as she prodded Bull’s crotch with her foot,
   “When I say so…” He said. He had never actually been with a dwarf before the Inquisitor and wasn’t sure it would even work. He thought about the last time they were together and her tightness around his two fingers. He thought then that he could train her to take him, but now he wasn’t so sure. If it didn’t work, might it be the end of their dalliances? A strange thought occurred to him...he wasn’t ready for it to end. If it did work, though...the thought of that tight tunnel around his shaft immediately brought him to attention.
   Malika had found his nipple again and began to casually lick at it. He groaned and she felt the familiar stiffness against her leg.
   “Now?” she whispered.
   Iron Bull grabbed ahold of Malika and sat up. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled her face to his, giving her a lingering kiss. She melted into his arms as her body awakened, preparing for whatever was to come. Their lips separated and he loosened his grip, letting her gently drop to the floor between his legs. Her attention was immediately on her prize. She began to rub her face on the hot bulge of fabric, kissing and nuzzling it,
   “Please, Bull…” she pleaded, “Let me see it, at least…”
   Bull reached for her hands and put them on his waistband. Malika inhaled sharply and felt her body flush. This was it, The Iron Bull would no longer be a mystery...she had fantasized about this moment and it had finally arrived. But now that it was time, she was at a loss. Bull sensed this and reached down. His large hands guided hers in loosening his belt.
   Almost there, she thought...Bull sat up a little bit and pulled down his trousers. He let them pool around his ankles, and there it was. Right before her, the Iron Cock. To say it was large was a gross understatement, but for the time being, “large” and “big” were the only two words crossing her mind. She stared at it, wide eyed, then eventually reached out to touch it. It was hot and so thick. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and found out she had been correct. There was at least an inch separating her thumb from her longest finger. She sat for a moment, just gawking at the sheer immensity when she felt Bull’s hand on the back of her neck. She looked up at him, seeing a crooked smirk at the corner of his mouth,
   “Please me.” he said.
He angled himself towards her face and drew her in close. At first she just opened her mouth a little, licking the tip that was already wet with anticipation. He tasted salty and a little sweet and he smelled like sweat and passion. She opened her mouth more, letting the whole tip slide past her lips. Iron Bull groaned and stroked the back of her head. She moaned in turn as she swirled her tongue around his tip and popped it back and forth, in and out of her mouth. Saliva began to drip down the sides of his monstrous rod and Malika used it to lubricate her hands as they pumped up and down.
   Bull watched as her head bobbed back and forth, her wet mouth and tongue working hard on his sensitive head.
   “Does that taste good, Inquisitor?” he asked. She nodded and made an affirmative noise while her mouth was still full. Bull grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head away from him. Malika squeaked with disapproval and extended her tongue to try and touch it.
   “Tell me what you want, Inquisitor.”
   “I want it back in my mouth…” she moaned. He began to slowly bring her head back, just enough for his tip to touch her lips or tongue.
   “What was that, little girl?” He said as he teased her, letting her lick a little bit, then pulling away.
   “I want your cock back in my mouth, please, Iron Bull”
   “Mmmm...Please...I like that…” He said, he was now missing her mouth on purpose and leaving little splotches of saliva on either cheek, “If you want me, Inquisitor, beg for me.”
   “Please, Iron Bull!” Malika began, “Please let me taste your cock again. Please, I want it so bad, Iron Bull! Please take my mouth!”
   “That’s a good girl.” He said and plunged his giant rod back in her mouth. It was deeper this time and her eyes widened as her mouth became completely full of him; her lips and jaw were stretched to the max. He pulled out almost all the way and then rammed it back in as far as he could. Malika began to twitch and gag on his cock. He took it out and asked if she was ok, but as soon as she said she was he thrust in again. His hand was still holding her head, guiding her in and preventing her from pulling back. He began to thrust rhythmically into her mouth.
Malika gagged and drooled as he hit her throat again and again, but when she looked up, the visage of him looming over her and growling while he plowed her delicate little mouth made her moan with desire. At that moment, she was his property. A sex object sent to please the great Iron Bull. She imagined a collar around her throat attached to a chain lead and Iron Bull dragging her along behind him on some mission for the Qun. She would be his slave, bound to please him any way he saw fit. The burden of choice replaced with strict obedience to his every whim.
The thought caused a surge of energy between her legs. It was like she was on the brink of orgasm, but she hadn’t even touched herself. She reached out and held onto his abdomen while he continued to take her mouth roughly.
Bull felt her become limp and compliant. Letting him thoroughly destroy her. The Inquisitor who would kneel before no man knelt before him. His happy little sex puppet. These thoughts put him over the edge and he thrusted faster until he held her head still and climaxed into her mouth.
Malika felt his hot and bitter seed fill her mouth and begin to overflow out the corners of her lips. Bull kept her head still as his member twitched and finished. Her eyes teared up and she gagged quite a bit, but eventually she was able to swallow most of it down.
After a moment, they separated. She leaned into him, dazed and exhausted. He picked her up and brought her to his face where he gave her a deep kiss and playfully licked the corners of her mouth clean.
“You were right…” he sighed, “You were ready…”
“So ready…” she said. Her eyes were drooping and Bull was so big, soft and comforting. She couldn’t let go,
“I want you to stay here tonight.” She yawned,
“I couldn’t walk back if I had to.” he said, stifling a yawn himself. He laid back on the bed and drew her to him, “You’re stuck with me.”
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