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Iron Chains	By : miladygrimm Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 13616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She was naked. The unfamiliar press of fur and wool against Lexara's bare breasts made her aware of this confusing fact. Her hip pressed heavily against a makeshift bed of fur and blankets. They were piled under and around her, protecting her from the wintery breeze she could still hear, though distantly. Moreover, a body as naked as herself, was spooned against her from behind.
A small shift of her own muscles confirmed that at least a part of him (and it was most definitely a he) was pleased to be there.
“Mmm, you should rest, Boss.” his voice was thick with sleep and his breath was warm on her neck.
An arm she hadn't been aware of tighten around her midsection, pulling her closer to the wide frame of Iron Bull. Blessed Andraste he was warm. She felt him, all of him, against her backside. The hard length of his cock pressing perfectly against the roundness of her buttocks.
She'd never been held like that before. She wasn't a virgin, she'd enjoyed the pleasure the male form had to offer from time to time. It had been fun. But more often than not it had been little more than a quick mating and a bow out of thanks that had her sleeping alone. Never had she woken up in the arms of a male. Never had she been held by someone larger than herself.
She opened her eyes now, the world was barely visible. It was dark, wherever they were, and snow was accumulating on the roof of the canvas tent. Crystalline drops clicked against one another as they flakes fell one on top of the other. A bare light reached through the tents canvas. A dying fire somewhere beyond the space they'd given her to heal.
“Bull...”
He stirred again, his hips pressing his shaft harder against her. He made a little sound in the back of his throat, something between a growl and a purr.
“Yeah, Boss?”
“What are you doing here?”
He chuckled and she felt his chin moving as he talked; brushing subtly against her shoulder. “Keeping you warm.”
She couldn't argue with that. The pocket of heat their two bodies had created beneath the blankets was something akin to a sauna on top of the mounded wools. Long gone was the bitter cold that she'd been trudging through after bringing down the mountain.
“Thanks. I'm warm now.” She said pulling away from him. She couldn't stay here, like this. Her body was humming with his nearness and an ache had already started to kindle in all that warmth.
His arm went tight around her middle, pulling her back against him, the shift of her legs had them slipping between his and the hard shaft of him was pressed now between her thighs, the tip of him resting against her sensitive nub. What shocked her was the build of wetness there. Was it sweat, or had her sleeping body been more aware of him than her waking mind? She gasped. Her body went still.
She wanted to rock against him. She wanted to rub her most sensitive parts against that thick hard shaft. She shivered as her mind summoned images of her impaling herself on him to sate that building fire.
The hand that had been wrapped around her middle slid back till it rested on her hip. Her skin jumped where his fingers brushed. The grip started off light and then tightened. The sensation had her muscles twitching, her body jerked and his shaft rubbed between her thighs, a quick back-and forth across her slit.
“Ohhh.” She gasped as her eyes fluttered. The hand went even tighter, the fingertips digging in until they rode the line between gripping and bruising.
“Hold still.” the command was snapped in her ear. His lips were rough against her shoulder. Her body went rigid. “That's good.” he slid his hand up under her knee and lifted her leg up, pulling his body backwards to dislodge his cock from between her legs. The sudden shift in the blankets had the scent of their mingled bodies filling her mind and she shivered.
He pulled further away, and she realized now he was leaving the bed. His back was to her. She watched him stand, his shape barely visible in the almost shadowy light. The silver light of the moon on snow barely made it through the tent, but what did illuminated the lines of his back, she could see the darker shades of the tribal tattoos on his bare arms. He stood there, the earthly embodiment of physical perfection. And he wouldn't even look at her.
She sat up and he growled, “You need you rest, Herald.”
She frowned at his back until her turned to look at him. “What? We aren't going to...”
“Lay down.” It was a command. His single eye bored down at her and the normally smiling mouth had formed into a strict line across his scarred face. “You need rest.” he repeated the words from earlier, but there was something else there, something indurate and unrelenting. He wasn't the smirking Iron Bull now, he was the trained Qunari, a cog in the great machine of the Ben-Hassrath. Here was the man she was certain could kill without mercy and torture for inspiration. Here was the spy beneath the smile.
She eased herself back against the sheets. The blanket slid down her body as her legs pressed back into the pocket of warmth. Her breasts were suddenly exposed. She'd always been proud of her body. Taler than human men with wide hips and pert breasts just large enough to fill her own palms. The same smooth topaz-brown as the rest of her skin the tips were a deeper brown that was tinted with pink. Like rose petals in an ale glass. His gaze, however, did not stray from her face. That irked her and she wasn't entirely sure why.
“Pull the blanket up.”
“But...”
“Now.”
For a moment she thought about pulling the blanket aside completely. She had never seen him like these. Even in the midst of battle Iron Bull was a jovial berserker. Tossing laughter and jokes back to his party. Something about him now made her willing...almost eager...to obey. She wasn't entirely sure why. She gripped the blanket and pulled it slowly back up her body. He watched her do it. His stare left her face just long enough to see her cover herself. There was something in that single eye that had her shivering. She didn't understand it. Yet Lex wasn't afraid, oh the look was predatory enough to make anyone think twice, but it caused a completely different emotion to settle down at the base of her spine.
Need. Thick and hungry pooled between her thighs. She lay there, perfectly still and desperate. He lifted his head and sniffed at the air like some great beast. Was that something his training gave him? Could he smell her need? His eye rolled down to look at her face, whatever he saw there made him smile.
“Rest, Herald.” He pulled his stripped pants back on, tucking his erection into the cloth. “They'll want to talk to you soon enough.”
With that he left the tent, and her alone with her need.
She closed her eyes and slid her hand fervently downwards. She found the curls of her womanhood before she found her own slit. Everything was swollen and wet, ripe for pleasure. She bit her lip and began to touch. Using just one finger to circle the little bud of her sex. She remembered the heat of his shaft, pressing between her thighs...and how it could have all gone differently. Maybe if she'd have reached down and touched him rather than going still like some naive chantry girl.
She stroked faster, her fingers making soft little sounds as she spread her legs beneath the blankets to push her digits deeper.
“Bull...” she whispered beneath her breath.
She was unaware that the tent had opened, though she felt the cool air on what little exposed skin there was. She did, however, feel the lips on her neck. She knew instantly they were not Bull's. The lips were far softer, fuller than the brush she had gotten. Her magic soared suddenly upwards and a shock had the intruder gasping.
“Oh!” the single word was accented, light and ultimately feminine.
“Josephine?”
Lex opened her purple eyes to see Josephine kneeling next to her. The ambassadors fingers were still pressed against her own lips.
“I did not mean to startle you Inquisitor, but you were deep in...thought.” The lovely Antivan ambassador to the Inquisition was wearing a thick cold weather outfit rather than her usual Orlesian silks. That naturally tanned face smiled at her as she looked down at Lex's now bare shoulders. “Were you expecting someone else, perhaps?”
“To be honest I wasn't expecting anyone...” Lexara was aware that her hand was still half against her slit. She added in the driest tone she could summon,“Really.”
Josephine's laugh was honest enough that it had her eyes crinkling. “It would appear not. If you want me to go, Herald, I will. But...it looks to me like you could use a friend.” She reached her fingers out and slid them along Lex's shoulder, touching lightly. “I could be a very good friend, you know.”
“I think perhaps you and I might have a really different idea about 'friends' right now.”
“Is that a no, then?” Jospehine pulled her fingers away. Lex reached for it with her freehand and gripped it.
“I did not say that.”
Lexara had always thought that Josephine was prettiest when she smiled. Not the coy empty smile of dinner parties and noble gatherings but the real honest smile that happened when Josephine was surprised or charmed by an action. Lexara sat up now and the blanket fell away. She gripped the smaller woman about the hips and hauled her close.
“Oh...I...” Josphine's eyes opened in shock. “I had thought...”
“Thought what, Lady Montilyet?” Lexara reached out to undo the laces of the fur lined jacket, revealing the silken shirt beneath it was expensive, as was almost everything the ambassador wore, but the top was lower than the dresses she favored and it exposed a line of heavy cleavage.
“That I would just...help you finish. I know it's Bull you want.”
Lexara pushed the jacket down and let it fall behind the woman.
“Yes, but Bull isn't here.”
“No...” Josephine said slowly, confusion knitting her carefully manicured brows. “He is not.”
Lexara pulled the silken shirt out of the leather pants and revealed a line of the dark skinned belly. She let her thumbs stroke lightly over the flesh feeling its incredible softness. She imagined that the ambassador took very good care of her skin. It certainly felt like it.
“I haven't had a good....friend...in far too long, Josephine. I'm not going to just let you...lick it and leave it.” Lexara waggling her own brows at her and smirked.
Josephine laughed and lowered herself back down, letting her legs straddle the Qunari, pinning the blanekt around the larger female's belly. “Lick it and leave it? Where on earth did you hear that?”
“I did work with a Mercenary group. I learned all manner of naughty things.”
“Oh...will you show me?”
Lexara pulled the shirt up and off in one swift movement. Beneath the silken shirt the wealthy woman were small clothes that were clearly of Orlesian make. A bright regal blue garment with golden threading cupped a healthy hourglass shape. The fabric was synched and set with strips of heartier fabric that helped accentuate her build. Josephine was far more buxom than her layers of silks had eluded to. Heavy breasts were barely trapped beneath the expensive undergarments, the tops swelled against the fabric with every breath.
“What...is this?”
“It's called a corset.”
“I like it.” Lexara sat further up and wrapped her arm around the woman. The Qunari's fingers ventured ever upwards, pulling Josephine closer till that mound of synched breasts were nearly in her face. She breathed against the tops, feeling the woman go still.
“You've done this before.”
“No.” Lex responded before kissing the swell of flesh.
“No?”
“Am I going to have to keep repeating myself?”
“No.”
Lex darted her tongue out and licked a single line across the golden skin. She was mindful to keep her head straight, lest she gouge Josephine with her ram-like horns. Her fingers found the bow that held the corset together and tugged at it. The ribbon gave and slowly began to undo itself.
“I can teach you.” the ambassador offered.
“Am I doing something wrong?” Lexara asked as she gave a sound tug and the corset fell open. She pulled the two parts of the garment aside leaving the Antivan topless. There was something ripe, full, and lush about Josephine. She was soft...everywhere. No hard muscles, no overly fit lines. Everything about her was a rich curve.
“N-no.”
“Tell me if I do...or if I should do something else...but until then...just let me go with instinct.”
“It's doing you well so far.”
Lexara's hands slid up that soft body to cup heavy breasts. Her skin looked paler against the Antivan's breasts and it contrasted in a way Lex found fascinating. She watched the dark brown nipples grow hard as she flicked her thumbs.
“You're beautiful you know.” Lexa said as she pulled Jo more firmly into her lap and began to kiss her way over her long neck. “All this silky skin...those golden eyes...like a great big cat.”
“A cat?”
“Mmmm.” Lex opened her mouth and licked across the collarbone. The blanket was still between the,, but she could feel the human twitch. Her mouth drifted lower and lower until she found that pert dark nipple on top of that large breast. “Purr for me.”
With that she started to lick. Lexara teased slow circles over that hardened nub. The Antivvan tasted expensive. She'd put something on her skin that made her smell good...made her taste the way flowers would taste if they were anything like their scents. She found herself hypnotized by the feel of it. She loved the press of the breast against her lips and chin, the feel of Josephine's nipple responding to her mouth. Her hand slid down the back of Josephine's leather to feel the round swell of her backside. Her palm was large enough to cup the heaviest curve and she started to squeeze.
“More, Herald.”
Lexara released the nipple to nuzzle into Jo's cleavage. “Under the circumstances I am pretty sure you can call me Lexara. I'll also settle for Lex...or even 'oh Maker, don't stop'.”
Josephine gave another giggle and Lex kisses her way over each breasts, taking the other nipple into her mouth. She laid back on the makeshift bed and brought Josephine with her, letting those heavy mounds hang over her flesh. Jo propped her body up with her hand on Lex's shoulders. Her fingers dug in and she started to move her hips against Lex's belly.
“Ohhh, are you sure you haven't done this?”
Lex made a small sound and began to lick along the fuller undersides.
“Oh!'
“That's it,” Lex said as she moved her fingers to the laces that kept Jo's pants in place. “I like that.”
“Mmm?”
“I like the way those hips move. You've got such a nice body.”
Whatever Josephine was going to say was lost as Lex hoisted her up and pulled the pants down her legs. Her dark curling hair was slowly coming loose from its braided style, little locks framing that pretty face. She was left wearing nothing but her snow boots.
“Oh!”
Lex looked the human woman over, her eyes taking in the ripe glory of the ambassador. She set her back down, letting her straddled her hips again. Only the blanket keeping their naked bodies from touching. Lex's hands slid up and down those wide Antivan hips and and she smiled. The woman had preformed some sort of depilatory art on the curls around her womanhood, leaving but a small triangle at the top.
“You should never wear those frilly dresses...ever again.”
“What?” Josephine sounded offended.
“Those big old poofy layers of silk hide...all of this.” Lexara's hands slid from hips to breasts and back down again. “And it's so pretty.”
“It's...large.” Josephine responded regally. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, both hiding them and accentuating their size. She turned her head away and lifted her chin up.
“It certainly is.” Lex responded with enthusiasm. She gripped the other other woman and flipped her suddenly unto her back, twisting the blanket with the movements of her body, trapping them both. She dipped her mouth and kissed her mouth growing steadily more aggressive. “God you are so soft.”
“You like it?”
“Oh yes.”
Lexara kissed a trail from sternum to belly button and down to that neat little triangle. She reached around and adjusted the blankets till they were both beneath them, and their naked skin was finally touching. She pushed at Josephine's knees till she spread those lush thighs.
For a moment Lexara was stunned. She'd always had the utmost respect for the Antivan Ambassador. The woman was witty, smart, strong, and understood more about people than she'd ever known. She bedecked herself in all the things that Lexara had never been comfortable in. She wore the most expensive silks and handcrafted gems and managed to still be utterly herself. Not she was laying there, with her glorious body all stretched out and open against barbaric furs and common wool blankets...utterly willing...to let Lex touch her. She invited it and welcomed it.
For a moment...just a moment...Lex was overwhelmed.
“Andraste bless me...you are beautiful.”
Lex lowered her face between Josephine's thighs. She wrapped her large hands around the knees and spread her enough that she might fit her horns carefully between them. She took her time now. Relishing this moment. She kissed her way across that bronze-gold flesh. She alternated between just pressing her lips and licking slow circles. She kissed all the way up to the little mound of flesh at the very top of Josephine's thigh and then skipped over to the other leg.
“You are teasing me.”
“I'll get there, I promise.” Lex said as she made her way down the leg. She was teasing, she knew it. But Jo deserved it. The woman worked herself into the ground putting on pretty things, and writing politically correct missives to the write families and dealing with Cullen and Leilianna and Maker only knew what else...and she had come willingly to Lex's tent to help her? Yes, Jo deserved more than a quick lick. She deserved better.
It wasn't until Josephine was laid back and closing her eyes that Lexara laid her first kiss on those bare lips. Her mouth butterfly light on that slit. Josephine gasped and gripped the wools. Lexara kisses again, firmly this time, but used nothing but her lips. Her hands held Josephine still as she started to vibrate.
“Please...”
“Please?”
“No more teaseing, Lexara. Please lick me!”
With a bemused smile Lex opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue tightening till the end of her tongue formed a very distinct tip. She licked, barely. She touched just the very top of Jo's cleft. Then again, and again. Stroking the very end against the sensitive mound of womanhood over and over again.
And when Josephine was reduced to squirming, when that regal ambassador was cursing beneath her breath and arching towards the Qunari, Lex finally gave her more. She closed her mouth over that womanly mounds and started to plunge her tongue between the lips, licking firmly across that little nub of pleasure.
She tasted even better her. Whatever she used to help clean away the hair had a vaguely spicy taste to it, like cinnamon and elfroot. She gripped Jo by her hips and pulled her even more firmly against her mouth. She pened her jaw wide and let her tounge lick back and forth, up and down, working her open.
“Yes, Lexa-Lexara...yes!” She called, her hands reaching down to grip Lex's horns.
Lex plunged her tongue into the opening just below that hood of pleasure, flicking in a wide circle around the edge. Josephine gasped and started to ride, bucking her hips up and down even as she tugged almost mindlessly on her horns.
“Don't stop, please...please don't stop. Right there...almost...just...yes!”
She gave a strangled sound and Lexara knew that the pretty Antivan was on the cusp of white hot pleasure. She dug her fingers into those soft hips and began to work her head up and down in counter-motion to Jo's own movements, her tongue dipped now firmly along the woman’s anus and then back up to her clitoris.
“Just like that, ohhhh Maker, just like that.”
Lex paused only long enough to hoist Josephine up, she lifted the bronze ass and spread the legs further open. Spreading that entire cleft open from ass to clit. She flattened her tounge and licked the entire line, back and forth back and forth, watching those glorious breasts bounce as Josephine twitched.
“YES!” The Antivan cried as her body went rigid. Lex didn't yield. She lapped as she felt that cunny grip and pulse through Jo's height of pleasure. She held her as tight as she could to lick through the spasms. It wasn't until that pretty jeweled hand tapped against Lex's shoulder that she finally stopped.
Slowly the Qunari lowered the human female back against the fur. A thing layer of sweat made Josephine shimmer in the silver light. Lex watched her pant her way through the aftershocks.
“Are you alright?”
“Am I in one piece?”
“Pretty sure.”
“Oh good.” Josephine responded, “I was pretty sure I had split apart somewhere during that.”
Lex laughed and used her hand to wipe away the wetness that had accumulated between them.
“Great merciful Maker...” Josephine said finally looking up. “If I had known you were going to be that good, Herald, I would have seduced you long before now.”
“Oh, you seduced me?” Lex said flopping down next to Josephine and pulled the blanket over the both of them. “That's neat.”
“Hush, Herald, let me have my Pride.”
“Oh course, Princess.”
“I am not a Princess.”
Lexara placed one knuckle beneath the Antivans delicate chin and tilted her round face up to look into the Qunari's angular one. “You are to me.”
Lexara dipped her mouth to steal a kiss from the surprised “O” Josephine's lips had formed. The kiss was warm and affectionate. She let her tongue dance ever so lightly against Jo's until the woman curled against her and returned the gesture.
When Lex pulled back Josephine culred herself into the pocket of warmth between them. “I thought I came in here to help you.”
“You did...” Lex said easily. “Very much so.”
“How?”
“Do you question everything, Princess?”
“Yes.”
“Used to getting your way, huh?”
“Naturally.”
“Fancy that.” Lex flopped backwards releasing her Princess. “Well if you are insisting upon returning the favor I am not going to stop you.”
“Good...I'd have to talk you into it, and I know how much you hate all that political nonsense.”
“Perish the thought.”
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