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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 and her team were on their way to Crestwood. There had been reports of a dragon terrorizing the countryside, but no one dare fight it. No one except the Inquisition, of course. Truth be told, there were other matters to be attended to. Matters that might have been slightly more pressing, but Malika was on a mission. Iron Bull had told her about an old Qunari tradition. If you cared for someone very deeply you would find a dragon’s tooth, split it in half and you both wear a piece. That way, no matter how far apart life takes you, you’re always together. To show Iron Bull how much he meant to her, she was going to need a dragon’s tooth.
   She didn’t intend for him to know she was planning to give this gift, but keeping it a secret seemed near impossible. She would have gone quietly with a select team, but she knew that if Bull found out she had killed a dragon without him, he would be heartbroken...he was also the best suited warrior they had to go up against it. Taking anyone else would have been a substantial risk. Instead, Malika decided to make the whole scenario seem inconspicuous enough. Although she was the one who asked her council about dragon attacks, she played it off as something they were pressuring her to take care of. She even sent Cullen out to tell the team instead of her and stress the need to have this dragon taken out. A task he did happily enough, although he was confused as to why he needed to.
   After a few day’s travel, they arrived in Crestwood and set up camp. The dragon was close and the team was anxious to fight the mythic beast, so they set off as soon as possible. The battle was epic indeed, but between Malika’s proficiency in daggers, Iron Bull’s prowess with a battleaxe, Dorian’s natural magic ability and Sera’s precision range attacks, they were able to take down the beast. The final blow had been Malika’s. The Dragon faced her and roared deeply. She meant to shock her to death with her electric breath, but before she could muster the charge, Malika was out of sight. The Dragon began to shock the empty air in front of her while Malika gave her the killing blow to the back of the neck.
   After much cheering and revelry, they began to search the Dragon. Malika let the others focus on cutting it open in hopes of swallowed treasure while she snuck off to examine the head of the great beast. She took out a dagger and used it to dislodge one gigantic, sharp tooth.
   When they got back to camp,the whole team was so exhausted that nobody did much more than wipe off the excess blood before retreating to their tents. Malika packed away the dragon’s tooth carefully and got into her bedroll. She listened to the wind and thought about the next time she would see Iron Bull alone. With all her duties, it was rare that she could even steal him away for a kiss. They had only been truly intimate those two times. She hoped that soon he would decide she was ready for all of him. She thought about his massive chest above her body and his arms holding her down as he plunged his impossibly huge phallus into her. Whether it was going to be gloriously orgasmic or nearly unbearable, she was ready. Malika began to touch herself as these thoughts played out in her mind.
   Suddenly she heard footsteps outside her tent, she took her hand out of her underclothes and sat perfectly still. Her daggers were close, close enough to grab in a pinch if she needed them. The footsteps stopped right outside the entrance. Malika began to slowly reach for her daggers. Whoever it was started to undo the toggles holding the tent shut. She grabbed a dagger and held it out before her, but then sighed and put it down when the intruder entered.
   Iron Bull slouched at the entrance of the tent. Although it was dark, she could see he was still wearing his vitaar. It highlighted the angles on his face, taking away all softness and making him look like a savage beast. He said nothing, but moved towards her, filling the tent with his extreme bulk. He pulled back the top layer of her bedroll exposing her nightclothes. A button down linen blouse and loose linen pants kept up with a simple drawstring. At first, Bull put his hand on her midriff that was slightly bared between the two pieces. He ran his hand up and glided his thumb over her perky nipple, but then he grunted with impatience and proceeded to rip open the front of her shirt. He grabbed either half from the bottom and pulled them apart, sending buttons scattering. Malika gasped with surprise and Iron Bull’s hand came down over her mouth hard, just light of a slap. He held it there and said “Shh.” She nodded.
   He removed his hand from her face and reached down to undo her pants. He untied the drawstring, then lifted up her legs to pull them off. When he was done her legs were spread wide before him. She was small, beautiful, vulnerable and a little bit scared. His heart beat quickened and the bulge in his pants grew. He knelt over her, put one hand over her throat and two fingers into her waiting quim.
   She gasped as he plunged his fingers in, so he leaned slightly onto her neck. Her eyes were wide and fearful; he let up for a moment in case she wanted to say the watchword, but nothing came. Instead, she breathed in short, ragged bursts and grinded up against his hand as it moved it in and out. He leaned on her throat again, stopping her breath for a moment while he toyed with her. He could feel her shake and see her hands clench at her bedroll. He let up again and she continued the same ragged breathing.
   Being deprived of breath was very frightening for Malika, but Bull had never hurt her before, so she gave into trust and chose not to say the watchword. With his hand inside her, she couldn’t help feel a bit like a puppet. The Iron Bull was in control of all she did, even the breaths she took. Up above her with his war paint still on, he looked like a savage god. One that she would gladly worship. She let go of the tension in her body and gave herself up to him.
   Sensing her relaxedness, he took the opportunity to insert a third finger inside her. She inhaled sharply, then felt the familiar pressure of Iron Bull’s hand on her neck. She was so stretched and she could feel him separating his fingers inside her, widening the path even more. She grabbed onto his hand that had again started to restrict her airway and looked into his eye. In it she saw lustful determination, a hunger she had hardly seen before and she knew that today he would take her.
   Bull unfastened his belt and let his trousers drop to his knees; his cock stood bare and erect against his stomach. He reached over and easily lifted Malika onto his lap. He had never seemed so large and she had never felt so small. He held her close to him, letting his tip touch the dripping wetness between her legs. He rubbed his face against hers and she yielded her neck to him. He licked it up and bit her ear,
   “You are mine.” He whispered, “Never forget that. As you sit on your throne, as you ride into battle, as people bow to you as their savior, remember. You belong to me.”
   “Yes.” She whispered.
   Iron Bull positioned himself at her entrance and slowly lowered her. The tip slid in just a bit, but it felt like the rest just wasn’t going to fit. It had found some sort of ridge and it almost felt like she was sitting on it. She could have cried with desperation. Moments from finally having him, and it just wasn’t going to work...but Bull hadn’t given up. He held her down at a constant pressure and very slowly thrust into her. She felt the muscles of her wall give way and a stretching pain, she squeaked,
   “Relax, Kadan.” he whispered, “That’s the worst of it…”
   Malika looked up at his terrifying, painted face and impossibly broad shoulders. It was like he had stepped directly out of one of her fantasies. The pain had been a part of those same fantasies.
   “I am yours.” She whispered and willed her body to relax.
   He thrust the rest of the way in and she buried her face into his neck to stop herself from crying out. There was some pain, yes, but also the most delicious sense of fullness. She literally overflowed with him. She heard him shudder, too, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt him rub his face into her hair, then take a deep breath. He began to slowly thrust inside her.
What was at first uncomfortable slowly became tolerable...and then pleasurable. Malika rested her head on his chest and let him support her with his huge, strong hands. Every powerful stroke opened her up more and let her feel a greater depth of pleasure. Every place inside her that could be touched was touched. She reached up and placed her hands on his horns like she had done that first night with him, this was finally happening and it was so very real. From that, her body blossomed and her sensitivity increased. She began to breathe in time with his thrusting and tighten her legs around his abdomen.
Bull smiled as he felt her finally get over the initial shock. He slowly lowered her down onto the bedroll with himself still inside her. She lay before him, still connected. That giant part of him somehow fitting inside her tiny frame.
She looked down and put her hand on herself. She felt the base of his massive cock and shivered as he pulled out and thrust in again. Iron Bull got on top of her and increased his momentum. Pounding her tiny frame into into the ground. It took all the willpower she had to not moan or scream while he took her completely. It was almost too much...she couldn’t tell how...not too much pain, just...too much. It was so intense, she felt like she might have to say the word. She felt it on her lips...katoh...she wanted to say it, but she held her tongue and was glad she did as suddenly an earth-shattering orgasm took over her.
Iron Bull watched as her breathing changed and her limbs began to tense and tighten. Feeling the inquisitor come for the first time from the inside put him over the edge and soon, he too, was coming to a climax. He thrust in deeply and stifled a mighty roar as he let loose inside of her. He thrust slowly a few more times and let her unbelievable tightness milk the last drops out him, then fell next to her on the ground.
Malika lay on her bedroll breathing hard, trying to get her bearings. Iron Bull reached over and took her hand and she grabbed it back tightly,
“How are you feeling, boss?” he asked quietly.
She had to take stock of herself...how was she feeling? Immensely satisfied was the first answer that came to her. She was exhausted and sweaty; she also felt incredibly sore in a way she never had before. She felt like she had been used up and her contents replaced with Iron Bull’s seed that was now oozing out onto the bedroll.
“I feel...amazing.” she said.
Iron Bull smiled and patted the top of her crotch,
“That’s my good girl,” he said, “Did it hurt?”
“Uh huh” she said.
“And you didn’t say the watchword…”
“Never.” she whispered,
“We’ll see.” he said. He moved away from her and crawled towards the tent entry, digging through a small satchel he brought with him. He had a canteen, a rag and a jar of something. Bull poured some water onto the rag and came back to Malika. He lifted and separated her legs, and laughed a deep, quiet laugh,
“Now that is a pretty sight...I filled you up good.”
“Uh huh…” said Malika, still exhausted. He wiped her down with the rag. It felt cold and soothing against her sensitive parts, then he got the jarand put a dollop of its contents on his finger. He began rubbing it between Malika’s legs and gently up inside her.
“What is that?” she asked, sentences were a little easier now,
“It’s just something I had Stitches whip up for me in case...you know...I hurt you.”
“I’m ok…” she said,
“You say that now,” Said Iron Bull. He finished applying the salve and leaned over her, putting a hand on her cheek, “ But we have to begin taking care of that precious, little cunt of yours, ‘cause from now on I’m going to take it anytime I like. Do you understand, Inquisitor?”
Malika nodded.
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