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The Last Dance	By : kireinakittie Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 7585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age II or Dragon Age: Inquisition, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author Note - Enjoy another bonus smut scene!
Chapter 7.1 - Taking the Bull by the Horns
“Bull…” She gasped, his touch awakening her nerves, despite her misgivings.
“Your pleasure hurts no-one, Evelyn, just let go.”
“More sex won’t make things better.”
“Not sex, release. Comfort. Let me give it to you.”
“Now you sound like Cole…”
With the heel of his hand he rubbed hard against the bundle of nerves at the juncture of her thighs.
“Maybe, but unlike Cole, I know what I’m doing.”
She resisted for a single moment longer, and then gratefully gave in to his confident hands.
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The Qunari’s nimble fingers unlaced her black leather pants and he slid his hand inside, feeling the soft dark curls. The pants were much too tight for him to manipulate her with his fingers, but at this point he was only seeking friction to increase the blood flow and sensations for her. He rubbed his fingers against the soft outside, to the hidden pearl that sent her arching her hips against his hand.
Evelyn shifted in his embrace, lifting one pale hand to tightly grip his where it lay beside her head. The firm relentless pressure of his other hand made her gasp, and she was becoming so aroused that even her tight clothing was creating some delicious friction against her sensitive skin.
Just when she thought she might explode in frustration, Bull took his hand away entirely. She looked up at him, and the wicked smile he flashed sent a jolt straight to her groin. He moved his large body over her, his hands peeling the leather pants down over her hips and thighs, gradually exposing her entire lower half to his heated gaze. With a firm hand on each knee he gently spread her legs to either side, hands then sliding up her pale thighs, his thumbs rubbing the very inner part of her thighs where he could feel the evidence of her arousal, but not quite touching the place she wanted him to.
He met her gaze along the long line of her body, and held eye contact while he deliberately lowered his face in between her thighs. She tipped her head back and hissed through her teeth as his hot mouth closed over her sex. With a lifetime of carnal knowledge the Qunari licked and sucked that sweet flesh, his thick horns pinning her hips to the bed.
She came hard, gasping for air in a world full of stars and sensation, and using lips, tongue and teeth he drew every last shred of that orgasm from her petite form.
She barely noticed when he moved, until she found herself rolled over and sitting astride his lap and confronted by a huge, throbbing erection.
“I can’t…” She gasped.
The Iron Bull chuckled, a deep masculine sound that stirred her sensitized loins, and he slipped her black shirt up and over her head, despite her protest.
“Oh, we’re just getting started babe.”
His big hands slid over her hips and ribs to cup her pale breasts, his fingers rasping against the hard pink nipples drawing a long, soft moan from her lips. He brought her forward so he could lick and suck her sensitive nipples, one hand sliding over her smooth naked body to knead her firm ass. He made his own appreciative sounds, and Evelyn could feel the rumble in his chest as he sat back to look at her. The heat in his eyes brought an answering flush to her cheeks, and another deep chuckle from him. He placed his hands firmly on her hips.
“Grab my horns” He said “I wanna see you ride The Iron Bull.”
Blushing furiously, Evelyn placed one slender hand on each of his long horns. That was one of the worst lines she had ever heard, but damned if it didn’t get her dripping wet in an instant. Her entire body throbbed with sensation, intense pleasure and arousal, aching to be filled.
The Qunari lifted her easily and set the head of his thick cock at her slick entrance, allowing the assassin’s own body weight to slide the length inside her. It was a tight fit, and Evelyn moaned, fighting to take that last inch of throbbing muscle. He was so big, so impossibly hard, and it hurt like hell, but he lay still and let her adjust. Gripping his horns, Evelyn moved back up until only the head remained inside that tight heat, then she slid back down, soon able to comfortably take that last inch.
“You’re so fucking tight…” Bull groaned, his iron self-control being seriously tested by the sight of that sweet pink pussy stretched around his thick cock.
Evelyn smiled breathlessly and rocked forward, beginning to ride the tip, her soft breasts bouncing in his face, her pale hands tight on his horns. The Iron Bull let her tire herself out this way, then he gripped her slender hips and began to thrust into her, bringing her down hard on his big cock. She cried out, in pleasure and pain, spilling over the edge into a second earth shattering orgasm. He thrust once, twice more, then rolled them over again, so she lay on her back once more. He held his weight over her on his muscled arms and shook her hands off his horns with a toss of his head.
“Just relax.” He told her. He began to thrust, a shallow rhythm that was gentler on her thin frame while providing more stimulation to the sensitive head of his cock. The muscles in his back and ass rippled with every controlled thrust.
She clutched at his arms, his back, her long nails digging in, gasping with every thrust. Her body was so overstimulated, she thought that if she came again she might die, but she never wanted him to stop fucking her.
Her third orgasm built slowly, like an inevitable collision with a freight train. Every thrust, every slap of his skin against hers, their ragged breath mingling with every moan and muttered curse. Her body tensed and she shuddered with wave after wave of pleasure, his name spilling desperately from her lips, her nails clawing at his muscled back. He cursed, and came deep inside her with a low groan. He rode the waves of his own climax with gentle thrusts, and then stillness settled over the pair.
Evelyn lay limp, like a rag doll, while The Iron Bull settled onto his side next to her. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his face against her hair. She nuzzled into his warmth and let the languor settle over her.
“Sleep now” he said softly “The Iron Bull is with you.”
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