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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
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Malika woke up the next morning feeling quite refreshed. Sure, she still smelled of sex and battle, but her lady parts had never felt better. I should thank Stitches when we get back to Skyhold...she thought...and then she thought...oh wait, no, do NOT thank Stitches, whatever you do! Malika then began to muse upon different ways she could show her appreciation without actually making him suspicious and started giggling after she thought of making up some sort of medal of service.
   After everybody had cleaned up to their best ability, the team headed back to Skyhold. The rides back were long and boring, but at least now there was something fun to do. She and Iron Bull would make eyes at each other and sometimes he would give her bottom a little pinch while nobody was watching. The sneaking was half the fun...The Inquisitor? Fooling around with that boorish Qunari mercenary? Never. But yes, it was true...The Bull had claimed the mighty Herald for his own...and and filled her with his seed to mark her...Thoughts like these made the ride back a little more interesting.
   Back at Skyhold, Malika spent some time unwinding in her chambers and then decided to see what Iron Bull was up to. When she arrived at the tavern, she saw that Bull was not at his normal spot, he was at the bar,
   “Inquisitor!”* he shouted, “Come, have a drink!”*
   She did. She had a lot to drink. Dwarves may be known for their constitutions, but Malika had never been good at holding her liquor. That night was no exception. She woke up in her quarters the next day, fully dressed but under her covers. She remembered Iron Bull going on about the Qun and dragons...then she remembered toasting him and him making some terribly public, lewd comment on her tits...and that word he used the other night...Kadan...he called her that again, whatever that meant.
   Looking around her room, it seemed oddly undisturbed. Her bedding was peeled back just enough to tuck her inside...Nothing was knocked off any tables and although she smelled of booze, she didn’t sense any familiar lingering signs of sexual play. Could she have gotten drunk with Iron Bull and not had sex with him? How is that possible? She thought.
   But it seemed it was. She pulled herself together and changed her clothes, then walked down to the entrance of her chambers. She turned to the guard posted there,
   “Excuse me, sir?”
   “Yes, your Worship, how can I help you?” he replied with a little bow,
   “How long have you been stationed here?”
   “Since last night, your Worship, why?”
   “Did you happen to see me...come back to my room?”
   A little smile played across the guard’s face, but he thought better of it and quickly became stoic again,
   “I did, your Worship, I trust you had a good rest?”
   “I did…But I was wondering if you could tell me…”
   “How you got back to your room, your Worship?” the guard was failing to keep the smile off his face.
   “Yes.” she said flatly.
   “Well,” said the guard, “It was the big grey fellow, that Iron Bull I think his name is. He came through the great hall carrying you over his shoulder, he did. I didn’t know what to say to him, but then he asked if I would help get you into bed.”
   “Oh he did...did he?”
   The guard’s cheeks began to turn red and his smile faded.
   “Y-yes, ma’am...And I-I-I did…” he stuttered, “I mean, I didn’t want to leave you alone with him or nothing, so I went up and we just put you in bed and were on our way, then. I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have, your Worship, I-”
   “It’s quite alright.” Said Malika, “I just wanted to know what happened. You behaved admirably and should this ever happen again I would advise you and anyone else on your watch to do the same…”
   “Oh, thank you ma’am…” he said, relaxing a bit. Malika looked around then and got closer to him to talk softly,
   “But...just so you know...the big grey fellow is to be let in whenever he pleases, no questions asked...unless I tell you otherwise.”
   The guard looked at her thoughtfully and then the pieces finally fit together in his head. He looked surprised, but then he gave a sly smile,
   “As you wish, your Worship.”
   Malika walked away feeling extra naughty...she had just outed herself and Iron Bull to someone...not someone in her immediate circle, but someone who could talk, someone who could tell. The thought of rumors spreading around the camp of her late night trysts with the savage Qunari excited her.
   Malika brought the dragon’s tooth to the Quarter Master, who helped her split it and string it onto a leather cord. It looked perfectly like something Iron Bull would wear and she was excited, although nervous, to give it to him. Hopefully he wouldn’t find it too forward or be turned off by it. In truth, Malika quite liked their relationship the way it was, she didn’t want to propose marriage or anything so archaic, but she did want to let Bull know that he was
special to her and that regardless of what the future holds he would always be in her heart. She put her trophy in a bag and went off to find Iron Bull.
   She approached Bull sitting in his normal spot,
   “How’s it going, Boss?” he asked her, relaxed as always,
   “I have something for you,” she said,
   “Really…” said Iron Bull with his devilish smirk, “Well, I think I’ve got something for you, too. Come on, I’ll go first.”
   He stood and they walked together the three flights up to his room above the tavern. She had actually never been in there. It was a gorgeous mess. His bed was unmade and partially exposed to the elements due to a crumbling ceiling...Also, it had a war axe sticking out of the footboard,
   “Dare I ask?” said Malika with a giggle,
   “What?--oh, that, yes, sometimes you need to get out a little steam...and all you have is a bed...and an axe...anyway…” Iron Bull sat on the bed and pulled a box out from underneath, “Like I said, I have something for you.”
   Malika thought “having something for her” was just a euphemism for an erection, but apparently not...He handed the box to Malika who took it gingerly. Was it going to be the same thing as hers? That would be heartwarming, but she wanted to surprise him...She opened the lid of the box and looked down at its contents. It was a thick strip of leather with metal spikes lining one side. There was a metal ring attached to it, as well as a large, silver buckle,
   “A mabari collar?” she asked confusedly. Iron Bull let out his low, slow laugh she was so used to hearing by now.
   “No.” he said and took the box and collar out of her hands. He pulled her back towards the bed and turned her around so she was between his legs, facing away,
   “This is a collar for my pet.” he said. She felt the collar lightly touch her throat. Of course...how silly was she? Of course it was for her,
   “My pet is far more beautiful than a mabari…” he continued, “And much more fearsome on the battlefield.”
   Malika sighed under the glow of his compliments and then gasped as he pulled the collar tight and latched it.
   “I want it loose enough that you can breathe, but tight enough that you don’t forget who you belong to. Does it fit well?”
   He let go of her, allowing her to face him. She reached up and felt the blunted spikes against her hand and then tried to slide her finger behind the rounded, leather edge. It barely fit, the collar was so tight, but she did feel like she could breathe,
   “Yes.”
   “Good,” Iron Bull smiled and pet her hair, “Now be a good girl and take off those clothes for me...I have more for you…”
   Malika smiled and bit her lip, then quickly began the task of disrobing as Iron Bull went to fetch whatever other surprises he had planned.. It was actually a little harder with the collar on. It was thick enough that her neck wouldn’t quite bend the proper way and she couldn’t look down. She began to unbutton her blouse by touch, slowly getting the hang of her restrictions. With some effort she removed her top and started on her breeches, undoing the series of buttons and then bending over to slide them down her round bottom. As she did she felt Iron Bull caress her, sliding his hand over the smooth cheek and tracing down between her legs. He felt between her folds to find them dewy, but not dripping the way he would like them. Iron Bull made a disappointed noise as he slowly fingered the little nub nestled between her lips,
   “Are you not excited to see me, Inquisitor?”
   “No!” exclaimed Malika, she tried to turn around and tripped on her pants that were now bundled around her legs. Iron Bull let her fall forward onto the wooden plank floor, but she swiftly turned around and began to crawl to his feet, “I am excited! Please, let me prove it to you!”
   Malika reached up towards his belt, but Iron Bull grabbed her hand and in one swift, fluid move had her bent over the side of the bed. Directly before her eyes was an object of the likes she had never seen before. It looked almost like a dismembered horse’s tail, but when she looked closer she saw that it was ten or more thinstrips of leather bundled together with another leather loop on one end. She felt the heat off of Iron Bull’s body as he reached over her and picked up the object. As it rose, the leather thongs fell and rustled in front of her face. He brought the bundle back towards him, but let the heavy leather brush over Malika’s head, back and bottom as it came.
   “Now don’t be too loud, Inquisitor.” he warned, “You wouldn’t want that tavern full of people down there to know what a naughty girl you’ve been.”
   And with that, the first blow fell. Malika felt the strips of leather slap her sensitive skin leaving it tingling. She moaned lightly with the impact. It fell again, this one slightly harder, but so far it was nowhere near the pain from that first time Iron Bull put her over his knee,
   “You like that inquisitor?”
   “Yes Iron Bull…” she sighed, her voice slightly muffled from the bedsheets,
   “I guess I need to try harder…” he said and another whack came down. This one was a little sharper and Malika drew in a quick breath,
   “That’s more like it.” he teased as he hit her again. Bull began a pattern, using his wrist to spin the implement, letting it gain momentum as it hit the same spot again and again. He could hear her breathing intensify as he slowly increased the force of each slap. Eventually her mouth opened wide and she let out a desperate moan,
   “Quiet, Inquisitor! Remember people might hear!” he said while continuing to drop the flogger on the same spot which was now beginning to turn red. Malika’s breathing became ragged. She huffed and hissed as the blows continued until she couldn’t take it anymore and let out a high-pitched wail.
   Bull turned her over in a flash, “I told you to stay quiet, is that so hard for the mighty Inquisitor?”
   “Yes!” cried Malika, her eyes were watering and her chest rose and fell with her panting breath,
   “If the little girl can’t keep quiet when she’s told then I’ll have to take her voice away.”
   From seemingly nowhere, he procured a long, thin rag. He rolled it up and ordered her to open her mouth. She did and he shoved the middle section of the rag in. She cried out and found her voice faint and muffled. Bull reached behind her head and tied the two ends together, then whispered in her ear.
   “If it’s too much for you, just shake your head, Kadan.” He backed away slightly and looked into her eyes. In them he saw fiery resolve. A look that dared him to break her. Iron Bull grabbed her by the jaw, demanding her full attention.
   “One day, Inquisitor.” He told her, “I will see you beg for mercy.”
   Try me. She thought.
   He let go of her face and reached behind her. He took her hand and begin to fasten something about her wrists. She looked over and saw that he had already tied a rope to his headboard. She looked at the other corner. Two ropes. Maybe more?
   He finished that hand and began on the next. Soon both arms were tied back and he began to tease her nipples with his fingers, first gently caressing them, then pinching them and pulling. She huffed from behind her gag as the pleasure and pain flowed through her. He brought his face to her breast and began to suck and bite. He alternated tender, electrifying swirls of his tongue with sharp bites and occasional slaps. Malika mewed and sighed into the rag and her legs began to kick...there was no other way to express herself.
   “If you can’t keep your legs still, Inquisitor, I’ll have to do it for you.”
   Yes. Thought Malika. Still them, tie them, take me, teach me to be good!
   She kicked frantically, enough that Iron Bull sat back to see if her head was shaking, but no. Her head was back, eyes closed, body thrusting like she couldn’t control herself.
   “Have it your way.” he growled and grabbed an errant leg, pulling it upwards towards her tied hand. He had already prepared a second rope for her legs. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go that far today, but his disobedient pet gave him no choice. He lashed one short, curvaceous leg up and to the side and then began on the next one...and there she was. It was the most breathtaking sight to see her bound, spread and helpless before him. She looked at him with wide doe eyes full of anticipation.
   He couldn’t help himself, he dove face first between her legs. She was much wetter now, a veritable fountain. He licked up all her delicious slickness, lightly nibbling on her luscious folds. He heard Malika’s muffled moans and nuzzled his face in deeper, unleashing his tongue to find her clit. It felt stiff and ample against his tongue and he faintly heard her voice go shrill. He continued to lap at it and she continued to scream.
   “Aww, is that a little bit sensitive, Inquisitor?” he teased. Malika nodded her head.
   “Well that’s just too bad, because you’re mine and I’ll do what pleases me.”
   Bull took both hands to widen her out more, leaving her throbbing clit exposed. He sharpened his tongue and began to flick it with the tip, as roughly as he could. He could hear her squealing and see the muscles in her legs working to try and close. He laughed his low, slow laugh and continued to lick, bite and suck on her most sensitive part.
   He ran his fingers over her, making sure to hit the hot spot as he did. He covered them in her wetness and brought his hand to her face. He began to wipe it on her lips and her cheeks.
   “So wet, Inquisitor. You’d love these fingers inside of you, wouldn’t you?” Malika nodded frantically, there was nothing she wanted more!
   “I bet you want this huge cock back inside there, too, don’t you?”
   Malika nodded again, she was near tears in her desperation, she didn’t know if she could wait.
   “You want me to use you. You want to be my little whore, don’t you?”
   Malika thought her head might fall off from nodding or that she might faint. Surely her heart couldn’t beat any faster. She would do anything, anything to have him inside her. She bucked her hips up, it was the only thing she could do.
   “But you’re such a naughty little whore, Inquisitor.” He now had his hand on her quim again, stroking her engorged clit, “And I never properly punished you for being such a loud little slut, did I?”
   Malika could do no more than whine into her gag. She thought for sure she couldn’t take it anymore...then she saw that Iron Bull had the flogger again. Her eyes widened and she began to pant and huff...what is he going to do?
   Bull let the leather brush up against her nether lips lightly. It almost tickled. With every touch she squirmed and twitched...and then it happened. The first blow fell between her legs, then the second and the third. Again Bull spun the flogger around in circles, hitting the same place over and over. She gasped as it slapped against the sensitive skin between her legs, but Iron Bull began to go faster and harder and the leather thongs found deeper territory. It hit her spot again and again, causing a pain she never knew existed. The instrument felt both blunt and sharp against her swollen nub and she screeched into the rag that had been shoved into her mouth. It was nearly unbearable, but she endured. It licked and slapped and pounded causing her legs to pull against their restraints, begging to protect her most intimate part, but no relief would come. Again, Iron Bull had become a machine, an implement of torture. There would be no relief unless she shook her head, but she would not. She steeled her will and let it come.
   After an eternity had passed, she felt a shiver encompass her entire body and she went limp. The flogger continued to drop, but the pain numbed and her eyes rolled back. She let it hit again and again as she dropped deeper into this strange, new, hypnotic state. Iron Bull caught this change and flogged her a few more times, then put the implement down, Malika’s womanhood ached and yearned. She could hardly make herself move, but she whined an unintelligible plea into her gag.
   “You have taken your punishment well.” Said Iron Bull. Malika let out a long sigh. He ran his fingers on her clit again, it still sent shivers up her body,
   “This is still so sensitive though…” he mused…”But you have earned a reward.” He took his fingers away from her, they dripped with her juices,
   “Inside?” he asked, Malika nodded.
   “As you wish…”
   Iron Bull put his hand back and swirled his fingers around her folds and grazed the outside of her tight hole. She sighed and bucked her hips. There were actually tears running down her face, she wanted it that badly. Bull tickled and teased her, now rubbing her from the front all the way to that tiny pucker in back. He circled it and Malika moaned, trying to use her hips to guide his fingers upwards into her cunt, but Iron Bull had an evil look in his eye.
   He slipped a finger in the wrong one. Her eyes widened and she let out a barely-heard cry. She was no chantry sister, but nobody had ever put anything back there. It didn’t hurt, but she began to panic. Iron Bull laughed,
   “Hmmm…” he said as he felt the muscle tighten around his finger, “With that reaction, I’d be willing to bet that in this hole, you’re a virgin..,”
   Malika nodded and Iron Bull could see the worry on her face. He looked directly in her eyes as he pulled his finger out and pushed it back in again.
   “The little girl’s not saying no, so I guess she likes it.” He began to rhythmically pump his finger in and out. She didn’t know what to think. It all felt so wrong, but she wanted it. Iron Bull was here. He had tied her down, made her his slave and was now violating her body in ways nobody ever had before...Yes, yes, she wanted this...and she didn’t. She couldn’t think.
   “Do you like being a dirty whore, Inquisitor?” he asked, Malika nodded,
   “Good.” he said and added another finger. She cried out. The sensation was different now, less comfortable, she felt herself stretch around him in the most unnatural way. She was scared and aroused and didn’t know how to cope, but Iron Bull just laughed and bent down to lick her again. This put her over the edge. His tongue lapped at her clit and her lips while his fingers continued to violate her in behind. Her head spun and suddenly she was coming hard and thrusting against his mouth. It was different and deliciously strange, she bucked up against him wantonly as endless waves of pleasure washed over her...but then he stopped. He backed up and began to undo his trousers. Malika watched as he unlatched the belt, undid the buttons and let them fall to the floor. His monstrous rod stood erect and glistening at the tip. She wanted him so bad...but she didn’t think--
   “Don’t worry, boss...I know I won’t fit there.” he said dismissively. She let out a sigh of relief. Iron Bull Came close to her and grabbed her face so she was looking him dead in the eye,
   “Do you want me to fuck you?” Malika nodded. She did. Oh, she did,
   “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” he said and pulled out her gag,
   “I want you to fuck me, Iron Bull.” she said, her mouth was dry and felt odd without the gag in,
   “Tell me…” he said slowly, “Tell me you want to be my whore.”
   “Make me your whore, Iron Bull.” she demanded
   With that, he mounted her. He placed his incredible phallus at her entry and watched her closely. Her eyes widened, she didn’t want him to hold back. Pain or no, she wanted it all and she wanted it now. He thrust in hard and she scrunched her face and bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. She felt the uncomfortable stretch of her insides trying to accommodate his massive girth, but also an immediate wave of pleasure. It was easier than before. She opened her eyes and nodded, letting Bull know he could take her with impunity. He did.
   He thrust hard and recklessly, losing himself inside her. He sat back on his knees and lifted her slightly so he could see every detail of their union. He was surprised how deep she could take him. He knew he would never be able to fully sheath himself inside her, but he enjoyed watching part of himself disappear into her unbelievable tightness. He thrust harder and pulled her to him, her limbs pulled against the ropes and she gasped. He was going to finish soon. He pulled out, climbed upwards over her face and shoved himself in her mouth. She moaned into him and he held her head as he moved in and out of her stretched jaw. She shook and gagged beneath him and he let loose into her mouth.
   Malika tried to swallow it all, but was unsuccessful as his seed began to flow out of her. Iron Bull fell to the side of the bed and breathed heavily as he collected himself. He looked back at her, still tied up, white fluid dripping down onto her chin.
   “I like the look of that.” he laughed. He untied the gag from around her neck and used it to wipe down her chin, removed her collar and then began to release her from the restraints.
   “How was that, Boss?” he asked once she was free from the ropes. Malika was feeling her wrists and admiring the deep, red lines the ropes had left behind,
   “Intense…” she said, her voice was a bit shaky and her head was hazy.
   “Was it good for you?”
   Malika took Bull’s face in her hands and pulled him into a gentle, yielding kiss. He put his arm around her and she let herself relax, feeling warm and supported.
   “It’s always good.” she saidafter they finally separated. Then it occurred to Malika how late it must be,
   “Crap…” she said, “I should probably go to the war room, I hate to run out on you...”
   “It’s alright, Boss, you have to save the world, I understand...but you mentioned something before we came up here” said Bull, leaning back on the bed. Crap, the necklace, she forgot. Malika had gotten up to grab her clothes, she would get dressed then quickly give him the necklace before she ran off.
   “Oh...yes...just give me a moment, let me get dressed.” She said as she pulled on her breeches,
   “Hopefully our time together helps you unwind from all those meetings.” said Bull. Malika was now buttoning up her shirt and had her boots ready to go, the bag sat next to the bed, ready for her. She was nervous now, she sat on the edge of the bed,
   “When I’m with you,” she said, “I feel like a weight is lifted, like you are the only thing that matters.”
   “There we go.”* he said softly, “No Inquisition, no war, nothing outside this room. Just you and me.”*
   Malika took a moment to take him in, his godlike body was bared before her...if she had the time she would propose they go for it all over again…
   “So...What’d you want to talk about?”* he asked. She was about to reply when the door to the battlements flew open. It was Culllen! Malika stood up and tried to block his view of Iron Bull as best she could,
   “Sorry to disturb your rest, Inquisitor, but our fortifi--oh sweet Maker!”* Cullen jumped back and immediately shielded his eyes. Why is he up here!? she thought furiously,Why was he looking for me up here!?
   “Cullen, How’s it goin’?”* said Iron Bull with a smile. Andraste’s tits, of course he would find this funny. Malika thought that would be the end of it, but then Josephine walked up to the door,
   “Is the Inquisitor awake?”* she said before she was able to look inside, “I thought perhaps we--” She stopped at the door, her mouth agape,
   Malika was perturbed and speechless. She sighed aloud. Even if they did know she was up in Iron Bull’s room, why would they burst in? They thought she was taking a nap or something?!
   “I am so sorry.”* said Cullen, Josephine was quite the opposite of the commander. She stood staring, her mouth agape,
   “I cannot move my legs.”* she said.
None of this made any sense. Then, finally, the icing on the cake. In walked Cassandra.
   “Is something the matt--Ah!”*
   “Oh for fuck’s sake!”* exclaimed Iron Bull. Malika agreed completely.
   “Do you see this?”* said Cassandra, turning to Cullen,
   “No.”* he said sharply, continuing to avert his gaze,
   “So, I take it--”* said Cassandra,
   “Actually, she’s the one who’s been taking it.”* quipped Iron Bull. Cullen snorted under his breath and Malika shot Bull a look of murderous hilarity. She didn’t know if she wanted to ring his neck or give him a high five. He seemed quite proud of himself.
   “I apologise for what I assume was a...momentary diversion?”* said Cassandra...a backhanded apology if Malika had ever heard one,
   “Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun…”* said Cullen...although he still wouldn’t look her in the eye,
   “Who wouldn’t be a little curious?”* said Josephine, clearly ogling Iron Bull’s physique. Cassandra turned and gave her such a look, Malika nearly bursted out laughing, but she contained herself.
   “This was more than just a momentary diversion.”* she said, taking control of the situation, “Bull and I intend to continue. Is that a problem?”*
   “No.”* said Cullen,
   “Not at all.”* replied Josephine,
   “A surprise, I admit.”* said Cassandra, “But not a problem.”*
   Malika was relieved, Cassandra was a great friend and she valued her opinion above all...but she was definitely ready for her to leave.
   “We’ll leave you be.”* Said Cullen as he turned and walked away,
   “Yes. Do enjoy yourselves.”* Added Josephine, and with that the three left, closing the door behind them.
   Iron Bull sighed and sat up on the edge of the bed,
   “You okay, Boss?” he asked,
   “I believe we may have blinded poor Cullen.” said Malika, Iron Bull shook his head and laughed, “But since we have a moment…”
   She picked up her bag and pulled out the necklace,
   “What’s that?” asked Iron Bull,
   “A dragon’s tooth,” she said, “split in two. So no matter how far apart life takes us, we’re always together.”
   Bull’s face took on an expression she had never seen before. He was softened, bemused.
   “Not often people surprise me, Kadan.” he said, leaning in to her, that word again…
   “Kadan?” she asked,
   “Kadan.” he said as he swept back her hair and lowered her to the bed, “My heart.”
   Malika’s mind swam in a warm, liquid glow. She was sure she would begin blushing fiercely,
   “Kadan…” she repeated, then their lips met.
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