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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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   It was three weeks before Malika had any time to herself again. After a brief return to Skyhold, her team immediately left for Crestwood to meet with Hawke’s Grey Warden friend and deal with the area’s multitude of problems. Throughout her journey, especially the cold nights alone in her tent, her thoughts drifted to the Iron Bull. Of course, there were moments between them that had been pure masturbation fodder: him removing pieces of her clothing one by one, the intense flogging that left her back tender to the touch for several days, the feeling of his hips grinding into her from behind until she went limp beneath him; but those moments weren’t what kept her awake at night, nor were they what caused her private smiles when her companions weren’t looking. What she treasured the most about her time with the Iron Bull was how...simple he made everything feel. He gave her a simple task to perform, one that she could actually complete...and the way he touched her...grabbing her, holding her, moving her. It was like she was just a person, not some untouchable demigod. Just being able to sit with him when it was all over, feeling his huge hands rub her shoulders made her feel more content than she had been in years...and that kiss...just the little peck on the cheek as she left. She knew she shouldn’t dwell on it. Theirs was a business relationship...albeit a confusing one that intentionally bordered on intimacy. Deluding herself into thinking there was more between them would only hurt her...yet, she couldn’t help herself from bringing her hand to her cheek and closing her eyes, imagining his breath on her and the heat from his body, “See you next time.”
   There had to be a next time. As soon as Malika reached her chambers she sent an email to Leliana requesting another appointment. They were leaving for the Western Approach soon anyway, might as well stop in Val Royeaux on the way…
   After dealing with a few more issues, she found herself free, at least for the night. Her fingers walked themselves down to her waistband, undoing her belt then moving lower to unzip her fly and finally dipping between her legs to feel where she was already wet. Just sending the email to Leliana had gotten her heated up. It started her thinking of what her next session might hold...but even more so, thinking about what they never would. The Iron Bull taking her and pulling her onto his lap and spreading her legs wide, gently rubbing her clit and her folds while her hips bucked up against his hand. He would tease her opening with the tip of his finger, just barely letting it enter,
   “Do you want it?” said the Bull in her head and she nodded profusely. Her eyes shut tightly to better aid in her fantasy, “Are you going to be my good girl?”
   “Yes” she said aloud. There was no one around to judge her, no thin tent walls inches away from her companions. It was so blissfully private.
   “I’ll do anything,” she said, “Just let me feel you.”
   And with that, he would slide his finger in, breaking the binds of their agreement, making her his. She plunged two fingers inside herself, letting them curl and hit that perfect spot inside, but it was unsatisfying. Not real, not even close to real. How tiny were her hands and how large were his? She thrust in a third finger, but all it did was tease her, make her wish even more that it was actually him adding digit after digit in preparation for what she desired most of all.
   She opened her eyes and looked around the room. It hardly contained anything, most of her meager lot of possessions were left in Haven. She escaped with only the clothes on her back and her daggers…
   No...she thought, holding her head while a stupid smile came to her lips, no, I can’t do that...can I?
   She glanced at her daggers that sat in their sheaths on the couch to her right. At least one of them had a handle that would do. It was smooth and tapered, leading to a thick round pommel. She looked around the room as if someone might be there to judge; but no, she was alone.
   Tentatively, she climbed out of bed and over to the couch, picking up the dagger and detaching the scabbard from the harness. Closer inspection only solidified the idea that it could work.
   I can’t...she thought, moving to place the dagger back on the couch, but she stopped. She could. She desperately, desperately could.
   Malika took the dagger back to her bed and undressed herself, shaking her head the whole time. She sat down, propping her back up on a few pillows and brought it close to herself, sliding the cold pommel against her wet folds and closing her eyes. Now she pictured the Iron Bull leaning over her, his face coming ever closer as he felt her up, teasing her with his breath against her mouth, daring her to meet his lips. Of course, she would take his bait, colliding with him for a passionate kiss while he slipped his finger inside her.
   She held onto the leather scabbard and pushed the hilt in slowly, gasping at how it filled her. Maker, it had been so long with only her hands. Carefully, she let it slide in, making sure she was correct about its smoothness. She sighed as she felt it reach the end of the path, the cold cross-guard just barely brushing against her lips. A curse quietly escaped her mouth and she pulled back to let it fill her again. In her mind, she was kissing the Iron Bull while his long, thick fingers pushed inside her so deep. He was gentle at first, but as her sighs became more wanton, he increased his pace, hitting hard against the back and angling up to hit that perfect spot again and again. She was thrusting the handle frantically, red in the face and mouth agape as she thought about him,
   “You gonna come for me?” said the Bull in her head,
“Yes, yes, yes, please!” she cried out, and let the electric sensation take over her, starting between her legs, traveling up to her heart, finally dissipating with a pins and needles sensation all over her head and shoulders. She bore down and wetness spread out beneath her over the bedsheets. Taking the dagger hilt out, she relaxed against her pillows letting herself pant and recover. On her bedside table, her phone beeped and the email icon popped up. Her sweet hiatus was over and it was back to work, as per usual.
   She picked up the phone let herself half-heartedly skim through the text, reading a few sentences before what she was reading caught up with her brain. She bolted upright, clutching the phone close to her face as she eagerly reread the message.
From: theironbull@thebullspen.com
To: mabari@inquisition.org
So, the little girl wants more, does she? I knew I’d be seeing you again. Red gave me this email, says it’s secure, so nobody will be seeing this but you and me. I have an assignment for you:
In five days you’ll be seeing me again, so on every one of those five days I want you to take fifteen minutes by yourself, away from all your advisors and all the other people who want your attention. In those fifteen minutes I want you to relax and think about what you want most when you see me and, in particular, what part of your body you want me to focus on. I know you’re tired of making decisions and I promise, once we get started you won’t have to think about a damn thing. Just make this one decision. Where do you want to be touched, teased and tortured? Make a choice, but be careful what you wish for. I promise it will be good, but I can’t promise it will be easy.
You have five days, Inquisitor. Be ready,
The Iron Bull
PS.
Mabari, huh? I’ll definitely be making you my little bitch.
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