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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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It had been a few days since the night in the tavern. Iron Bull had recited all the details of his time with Dorian while Malika slowly teased him all over. She tickled and licked and sucked, never lingering on one area for too long. Bull usually wasn’t one for that sort of thing, but the Inquisitor was hot. By the time he had finished his story he was so turned on that he grabbed her by the hips and made her ride him so hard she nearly screamed.
   Being with the Inquisitor had exceeded Bull’s expectations. She remained the same fierce warrior and ruled with the same wisdom and dignity as she always had, but what impressed Iron Bull was the woman behind those actions. She was as passionate and fearless in the bedroom as she was on the battlefield. She took having fun as seriously as he did and he now knew she wasn’t the kind to get jealous over silly things. Bull felt like he was going native, but she was Kadan to him.
   He wanted to surprise her and he had a pretty good idea of what she would like, but it needed a little planning. He went to find her in the war room, a place she rarely left. He passed Josephine on the way in, she greeted him shortly before taking off on whatever task she was on.
   Iron Bull approached the door and knocked. There was no answer and he couldn’t hear any voices inside, so he opened the door slowly. Inside he saw Malika, blankly staring at the war table with weary eyes. She seemed troubled, but that was to be expected. The fate of the entirety of Thedas rested on her shoulders.
   “Are you OK, Kadan?” He asked. Malika inhaled sharply then looked up, startled.
   “Bull!” She blurted, “Yes…”
   She took another look at one of the markers on the map and then back up at him,
   “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was you...” she said and then smiled. He could see the tension in her body. There was something wrong--presumably something regarding a classified operation that she didn’t want to talk about--but she didn’t want Bull to think she wasn’t happy to see him. She was.
   “What is your desire?” she said flirtatiously, she was happy to have something else to focus on. Iron Bull walked around to her side of the table and sat on the edge.
   “I was just wondering if you could set aside some time for me...can you?”
   “When?” asked Malika, she leaned up against his leg. Bull reached over and ran his fingers through her hair,
   “Tomorrow night?”
   “Of course, what’s going on?”
   “It’s a surprise” he said with a wicked smirk, “I think you’ll like it.”
   She laughed,
   “Ok, now I’m a little nervous.”
   “Good,” he said. He stood up and Malika looked back down at the war table. Bull came up behind her and gently placed his hand around her neck. She stiffened up, her head fell back and her breathing immediately became heavier,
   “What are you doing?” she asked and as she did, she felt Iron Bull stiffen against her upper back. Her heart beat faster and she felt a stirring between her legs,
   “Just thinking about bending you over this table and fucking you right here…” he said. He took his other hand and started to undo his belt,
   “You don’t think this is too naughty? Josephine might hear us…”
   “Something tells me Josephine wouldn’t mind it too much...besides, she’s not in...and if you never do anything naughty, I’ll never have any reason to punish you.”
   Malika heard the clink of Bull’s belt as it hit the floor. The day had been stressful and she was ready to surrender herself. Despite her better judgement, Malika swept aside the map markers in front of her and Bull hoisted her up so she lay face down on the table with her legs dangling off the edge. He undid her belt and let her breeches fall off. He felt between her legs and saw that her body had wasted no time preparing for him. She was hot and wet, he put two fingers inside her and she gasped. He enjoyed watching her bent over the table while he prepared her for himself. She sighed as he pumped his fingers in and out.
   In the distance, Iron Bull softly heard a latch opening and light, heeled footsteps. Josephine had returned.
   “I think your advisor is back at her desk, Inquisitor…” he whispered while he continued to finger her, “Do you want me to stop?”
   “Please, no…” she said quietly, she linked her foot around his leg to discourage him from backing away,
   “You’re just a little slut, aren’t you, Inquisitor?” Bull pulled his hand out and used some of her wetness to lubricate himself. He began to tease her with his cock, rubbing it between her cheeks then down to her clit, “You want me to fuck you right here on the war table while your ambassador is right outside...you can’t even control yourself, can you?”
   “I can’t...please fuck me, Iron Bull.” she begged,
   “As you command, Inquisitor.”
   He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed in, relishing the feeling of that hard ridge of resistance before entered her fully. He slowly pushed the head through it and felt as it gripped him down to the middle of his shaft. Malika squeaked, then bit her lip to remind herself to keep quiet. Bull pulled out and thrust back in with full force, making her bite her lip even harder. He grabbed her ass and began to thrust rhythmically inside her. He heard another door open and the same footsteps. Josephine was heading towards the war room. He looked down at Malika who was lost in the moment, completely unaware that at any second they could be walked in on yet again.
   The footsteps stopped at the door to the war room, but there was no attempt to get inside. Bull looked at the keyhole that initially had been illuminated with light from the outside. It was dark. They were being watched. Bull began to fuck Malika faster and she let out another little squeak. He pulled her head up by the hair so she was looking at the door,
   “We have company.” said Iron Bull in a voice so quiet, she had to think hard to make sense of it. Not an easy feat while she was being stretched, pulled and fucked senseless by the Iron Bull’s Iron Cock…but then she noticed the shadows and understood. There was someone on the other side of the door, their eye to the keyhole, watching them. She panicked, but then Bull pulled her hair tighter and sent a shiver up her entire body. She couldn’t stop now. She felt herself melt as he pounded her hard, pulling her hair so tight she almost needed to get up on her elbows. She couldn’t take it anymore, she tensed up and moaned aloud as she came for him.
   After Bull felt her come to orgasm, he pulled her back from the table and rested her against his chest. He held her legs open as he continued. If they were to have an audience, they might as well give her a good view, he thought. Malika gasped in surprise, she was hardly able to contain her voice. She felt so vulnerable and nervous, but these feelings only intensified her pleasure. Iron Bull could feel her tense up again and it drove him over the edge. He let out a grunt as he filled her with his seed.
   He lowered her onto the floor and she wobbled a little bit, catching herself on the edge of the war table,
   “Come here.” he said. He grabbed her by the head and guided her around so his still erect phallus was directly in her face, “Can you clean up this mess, my pet?”
   Malika nodded and guided his cock into her mouth. She looked up at his face while she tasted their mix of fluids. At that moment, she felt there was nothing she wouldn’t do for that tower of a man. She could suffer any amount of pain or humiliation if it meant she could keep him by her side.
   Iron Bull enjoyed the feeling of the Inquisitor’s mouth licking him clean as he continued to watch the door. Josephine hadn’t left yet, she was probably waiting for them to get dressed. When Malika finished, he kneeled down next to her and drew her into a kiss. She threw her arms around his neck and accepted with a yielding enthusiasm,
   “You feeling better, Kadan?” he asked while giving her ass a little squeeze. She giggled,
   “Nah, I’m feeling bad.”
   “You are bad…” he teased as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, “That’s why I’m here...but don’t worry, we’ll make a good girl out of you yet.”
   Malika gave him a devious smile and they started to get dressed again.
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