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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
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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“Is it true!?” said the Iron Bull as soon as the door to the waiting room was opened. He stood up from his seat on one of the overstuffed leather armchairs and ran towards her with unmistakable excitement in his eye, “Did you really slay a dragon?!”
   “What?” said Malika, completely aghast at the enthusiastic greeting. She had never seen him this way before, “I mean--yeah, yes. I did.”
   It was on her last day in the Western Approach, just two days prior to her return to Val Royeaux. The mission had been long and arduous with too much sand and not enough water. They had faced darkspawn, venatori and even uncovered a grey warden plot to raise an army of demons, but on that last day was their most epic battle yet: the Abyssal High Dragon. Bringing down the mythic beast was bittersweet, but it was glorious and Malika had the honor of making the killing blow, zipping fast behind the dragon’s head to deliver a deathblow to its neck. The high from the fight was so great that while the rest of her party busied themselves searching for valuables in the belly of the beast, Malika sent a message to Leliana to see if she couldn’t make a quick arrangement for her in Val Royeaux on the way home. As always, Leliana came through.
   “You’re shitting me…” said the Iron Bull, now kneeling in front of her with his hands on her shoulders,
   “Well, I mean, I didn’t do it myself, it was my whole team, but we did!”
   “Taarsidath-an halsaam!” he said loudly, clapping her on the shoulders hard enough to make her knees buckle, “Like a warrior of legend!”
   The Iron Bull looked away and shook his head,
   “I shouldn’t do this, but fuck it. I’m taking you out for drinks tonight!”
   “You’re--what?” Drinks!? With him...She wanted to...more than anything she had ever wanted in her entire life...but she was recognizable and he was recognizable. Even with all the work and all the hardship she had been through, this was the first time she ever wished she wasn’t the Inquisitor, “I...I’m so sorry, Iron Bull, but I don’t think I can do that.”
   “Hey, if you really don’t want to, that’s fine, but if it’s about being seen, I know a place. Dark, private, they’ll get us some seats in the back. Just you, me and your friend.” he said, nodding towards the bodyguard who shrugged her shoulders, “I mean, keep your gloves on, that’d a dead giveaway in a dark tavern, but nobody will see you. What do you say?”
   Malika looked back at her bodyguard who seemed nonplussed--it wasn’t actually her job to make she the Inquisitor wasn’t exposed, only to protect her from attacks--then she looked back at the Iron Bull. He was a Ben-Hassrath spy, if he thought they could get away with it, they probably could...and turning him down...she would never forgive herself.
   “Yes!” she said finally. She would risk it. The Iron Bull laughed and gave her another bracing clap on the shoulders,
“Good! But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for today,” he said, standing up and guiding her towards the ever so familiar hallway, “It’s not every day I have a dragonslayer at my beck and call.”
He lead her backwards through the door and let it close behind them. In the dark hallway he loomed over her, only the slightest glimmer of red light shining off the wetness of his one eye,
“Unless the mighty dragonslayer is to good for me now,” he said, grabbing her jaw roughly then letting his thumb tickle the flesh of her neck,
“No, Ser!” said Malika, already trembling. The Iron Bull truly had a gift. As soon as the door to the outside world closed, she was his. He made her his.
“Good to hear,” he said.
When they entered their usual room, he went to his chair and sat back, legs crossed, reclining like a king,
Before he could say a word, she stood in front of him and began to unclasp her cloak. He laughed,
“What an obedient little bitch,” he said, “I didn’t even have to remind you.”
He watched as she pulled her gloves off one by one, then let the glow from her left hand illuminate her body as she peeled off her top. She undid her belt and began to slide down her trousers but he stopped her,
“Turn around for this part.” he said, sending shivers up her spine. He liked this part; liked seeing her bent over and vulnerable as she took off her boots; liked the curve of her bottom and the peek he got between her legs...but he wouldn’t reach forward and touch her there...not now. Not without gloves and all sorts of precautions to distance himself. Maker, this was sweet torture.
When her boots were off, she got on all fours, then turned around to put her head at his feet. He let his crossed leg slide down and brush against her cheek and she leaned in against it. The scent of the leather was as intoxicating as ever,
“You have been a very good girl, Malika.” he said, melting her at the sound of her name from his lips. His legs separated and he reached down to guide her up by the chin. She crawled towards him, steadying herself on the chair when she saw what he was guiding her towards. Under the cloth of his pants, shadowed against his bare stomach was him. Erect and straining against the dark fabric, she couldn’t make out an exact size but could tell that it was massive.
“I am pleased.” he said and she could practically taste that evil grin on his face, she didn’t have to look. Unable to control herself, she moaned aloud and nuzzled against it. So stiff and warm, she had to hold herself back from crying and begging him to take her. The Iron Bull pulled her back by the hair and laughed, “You really are a mabari in heat, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Ser.” she said shamelessly, her attention still on his bulge. He allowed her face closer so her nose just brushed against him, then pulled her back again.
“Not today.”
“Then when?”
The Iron Bull pulled her up painfully by the hair, guiding her to a standing position and leaned in close to her face,
“No questions, little girl, I’ll tell you what you need to know.”
With that, he dragged her across the room. If she hadn’t been in such a hurry to undress, she would have noticed the new table. It was so tall that she could hardly see across it, but she could see that it was upholstered in leather with thick leather cuffs and belts attached to it at various places. The Iron Bull lifted her onto it and had her lie down. He took her hands and cuffed them close together above her head, then had her spread her legs so he could bind them individually. He used a belt to secure around her waist, then adjusted the table and let it tilt forward slightly. Her weight pulled on her wrists and her head sagged, giving her a good view of her bound and vulnerable body.
Next to her, the Iron Bull was turned around, retrieving something from a nearby drawer.
“All this talk about dragons got me thinking about...elemental damage…” an electrical buzz sounded and Malika’s shoulders tensed,
“...elemental damage…?”
“What did I tell you about the questions?” he said and turned around. In his hand was a device like she had never seen before. A thick plastic grip with a dial; it tapered in, leading what looked like a clear, blown glass comb. The Iron Bull flicked the dial and the comb buzzed and lit up with glowing, purple light.
“Electricity.” He held out his arm and let it flicker across his skin, “At this intensity, it’s just a little tingle…” he said, bringing it down and running it up from her armpit to her elbow--she shivered, it felt a little like touching the mark-- “but it can also feel like a shock...or even a slice.”
He brought the device close to her face and she shied away from it as much as she could, but he altered course and instead brushed it through her hair. The tingle started at her scalp and continued through her whole body.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah…” she said, relaxing into the sensation. After a few more strokes, he took it out of her hair, traced it down her neck and then skimmed the side along the peak of her nipple, drawing a contented sigh from her lips. He repeated on the other and continued to brush it across her body, luring her into a content, sedative state. When her eyes closed and her breathing became steady, he hit the dial and she jolted from the shock. He laughed as she squirmed in her restraints, anticipating the moves of the little glass rod. It was powerful enough that it didn’t even need to touch her skin to give her a good shock. He traveled up her body and held the device above her nipple. Slowly, he lowered it; there was a crackle and she saw a bolt of light reach out to sear her flesh. She pulled against her restraints as he shocked her over and over. The rod was glowing bright as ever, as beautiful as it was painful.
The Iron Bull dragged it down her body, blazing a trail of of electrical pinpricks across her skin, hitting sensitive areas like the crease under her breast and the inside of her thigh. He remained there for a while, brushing up and down while she wriggled in her restraints.
“Too much?”
“No--” she said, then gasped as the device brushed against her nether lips,
“Should I turn it up?”
“Mmph…”
The Iron Bull laughed, “Nah, I have a better plan.”
   He went back to the drawer when he returned he slipped something cold and metallic under her bottom. The telltale buzz of electricity sounded, but there was no purple glow and nothing in the Iron Bull’s hands.
   He leaned over her and brought his hand to her face. It was so close, but he didn’t touch. His fingers traveled towards her mouth and she instinctively parted her lips. He came closer and closer until.
   “Ouch!” he shocked her lip.
“You’re electric now…” he said, brushing his fingers across her chest, “And the current is so powerful, I don’t even have to touch you…”
He trailed down her chest, making sure to pay attention to her breasts as he went, but it was obvious where he was headed. Malika’s stomach clenched as he went lower, singeing her with hardly a touch. When he reached his destination, he hovered above, making her breathe raggedly in anticipation. His bare hand dipped down and landed a heavy shock on one of her exposed inner lips. She cried out, but he continued. Waves of his hand caused crackling, startling pain. She tried to pull herself up, away, but her waist was secured with the belt and all she could do was struggle against it. The Iron Bull’s low, slow laugh filled her ears and in spite of the intense pain it would cause, she wished he would touch her. Lay his bare hand on her and let her feel the full force of electricity from his fingers. It would be worth it.
As it was, the shocks were overwhelming. She twitched, kicked and screamed and, as usual, he continued. He wouldn’t let up, not until she had reached a peak and fell limp on the table. If she could see through the pain all the way to that point, she would be rewarded. Allowed to sit with him, feel his arms around her; huge hands massaging her body...and tonight...Maker, tonight there would be even more. She steeled her will and bore the pain. All the while, the Iron Bull looked her over with his evil smirk. He increased the intensity and she bit hard on her lip to stop from crying out.
“Is that too much, little girl?”
Malika shut her eyes tight and shook her head,
“So you can take more?”
She whined, she didn’t think she could but she didn’t want to say no. The Iron Bull laughed.
“Let’s find out.”
He raised the intensity one last time. It felt like tiny knives were slicing at her flesh as he skimmed between her legs; down her inner thighs almost to her knees and back up again. Her muscles clenched and she squeaked incoherently until it was almost too much. A warm, red haze fogged her mind and she felt her breath become deeper. The pain became like white noise to her. Ever present, but easy to ignore as she slipped into this new, hypnotic state like a warm bath.
Malika hardly noticed as the buzzing stopped and the Iron Bull began to remove her bindings. When he was done, he slipped his hands beneath her and carried her to a bed where he sat her between his legs. It was a beautiful feeling. Her task was complete and now was her reward.
“How do you feel?” asked the Iron Bull as he gently caressed her neck and shoulders.
“I feel…” she couldn’t think of a word to she just let out a satisfied huff.
“That good?” said Iron Bull with a laugh. Malika leaned back into him and to her surprise he wrapped his arms around her. They sat in silence, the warmth and heaviness of his arms nearly putting her to sleep. The session had been agonizing, but the relief she felt after being pushed over the edge and now this? It had been worth it, so very very worth it.
“Ready to go?” he said. Malika perked up, she had nearly forgotten...they were going out. Him and her...the two of them...Out for drinks. The calm daze she had been in was suddenly interrupted and her heart raced. She took a deep breath in and let it out.
“Lead the way.”
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