Dragon Age Inquisition

F!Adaar x The Iron Bull

A/N - This will be a series of smut/fluff shots based on the romance between The Iron Bull and my female Adaar. I remember being a little disappointed that his dialogue wasn't at least a little different when you romance him a fellow Qunari, but that's cool. Some of these will be out of order from the events in the game, as my Muse dictates.

Now, I used the word "smut," so that means it may have sexual content. Hope you enjoy!

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Age or the characters, nor do I receive compensation for this work.

Chapter 1 – War Room Antics

Adaar considered the map as her council left the war room. She had dismissed them after their discussion on the best plan of attack to take on Corypheus.

They would soon have to head to the Arbor Wilds. It was important that everyone got some rest. But something bothered her about the area, so she stayed behind to figure it out.

When she heard the door open, she sighed. That workaholic. "Cullen," she began. "You really do need to rest." She stopped when she saw who had entered.

The Iron Bull shut the door quietly behind him, and Garesh smiled. "Bull," she sighed happily. "You're back."

She had sent Bull on an assignment with Scout Harding's group, since they were heading through an area that was refuted to have possible Tal-Vashoth present. She had been sure that having him accompany them would help ease things.

He had balked a little at the mission, having not quite gotten used to being considered Vashoth after his loss of favor with the Qunari and subsequent dismissal from the Ben-Hassrath. But in the end, he had done as she asked on the condition that she await his return to venture forth again.

It had been 10 days. Any longer and she would have started to worry.

"How did everything go?" she asked him, but silence was her only answer. He just stood there, staring. "Bull..?"

He said nothing, just approached her directly, his steps purposeful. When he reached her, his arms wrapped her like iron bands, and her gasp was cut off by his mouth. He kissed her senseless, his tongue tasting the recesses of her mouth without care.

Her arms drifted to his broad shoulders on their own, and when he finally let her breathe, it took a moment for Garesh's mind to put together coherent thoughts, let alone words.

"So…I'm guessing you missed me?" she asked breathlessly.

She felt one of his hands drift to her rear, pulling her close against him, where she could feel just how excited he was. "Does this answer your question, Kadan?" he asked, his voice a little deeper and growlier than usual.

She nodded, noting how his breathing had increased, how his good eye shown. He was eager, urgent for her as someone starving, and she found herself responding in kind. Judging by his fervor, he'd obviously abstained while away, to her great relief.

Maybe she truly was where his heart lay.

Before she could say anything, he posed another question. "Your quarters or mine?" He butted his head against her, giving her a peck on the lips before moving his mouth to her neck.

"Bull," she said, finding it hard to think with his mouth doing such lascivious things to her skin. "I haven't finished looking at these maps. We have to leave tomorrow…"

"You'd best tell me soon," she felt him grunt against her. "Or I will fuck you, now…right here." When she scoffed a little, he pulled back to look in her face, and eyebrow raised. "Tell me I won't."

She knew he wouldn't have said it if he hadn't mean it. Bull was like that; he backed up his words with action. In so knowing this, she felt a surge of excitement for what would undoubtedly come.

"You won't," she whispered brokenly, gasping when he pulled her forward, wheeled her around, and bent her over the war table, maps and other articles being shuffled about.

She had just enough time to remind herself to fix things before her war council reconvened before her pants were roughly pulled down, exposing her. Bull's fingers were there instantly after, sinking deeply.

All Garesh could do was moan as his digits sank into her over and over, drawing out her moisture. He grabbed one of her horns, holding her head still as he leaned forward, his mouth by her ear.

He hummed low in his throat, pleased that she was already ready for him. Ever since their first time, since she had found him waiting for her in her quarters as though he belonged there, his very presence had the ability to quicken her body.

Finally, she felt the fingers leave her, only to be replaced with something thicker, harder. She felt his rough tongue against the side of her throat, sliding up to her ear as his member pressed against her.

"Meravas," he whispered harshly, surging his hips forward and drawing a ragged moan from her as he entered her completely.

Garesh grunted, trying to be quiet enough not to alarm anyone, just in case there was anyone lurking in the corridor outside the war room. Josie's office was far enough away, but who knew?

As many times as they'd been together, it was almost a little painful, fucking the Bull. At least, it was at first. She found that she quite reveled in the brief, exquisite agony she always felt.

She remembered how he had commented on how nice it was to have a fellow Qunari, someone able to take his size and ferocity in bed. He didn't have to hold back for fear he'd hurt her.

His roughness always aroused her, making their lovemaking somewhat of a competition at times.

And now was no different. As she got more comfortable, she tightened her muscles on him, and he hissed under his breath. "Shit, Kadan," she heard him growl, his hips smacking her ass as he increased the strength and speed of his thrusts. "I missed this, missed you."

She had to admit, as she laid her face down, hands grasping the edge of the shaking table, she had too.

He reached different areas, deeper areas, in this position, and soon enough she was crying out as her climax approached.

She felt her body tighten around her lover, and he leaned forward, grasping a breast, further stimulating her. When he found a nipple and pinched, he put her over the precipice, and she threw her head back, her keening cries suffusing the room.

Bull was still, letting her finish. When she came back to herself, he pulled away, and adjusted his clothing. Her breathing was still a bit heavy as she tried to pull her pants back on with fumbling fingers. It took a lot longer than usual, but she finally succeeded.

When she turned around, she noticed he was still earnest, still tense, still unsatisfied. "Bull," she began, frowning. "Did you not..?"

"Come?" he finished for her with a smirk. "Not yet. But I will. Believe me, I will." He approached her again, stopping just in front of her to lean down and kiss her. She leaned against the table.

"Now, I'll ask you again," Bull purred against her mouth. "Your quarters, or mine?"

Garesh was limp against him, her limbs useless. Finally she sighed. "Mine."

Without delay, Bull threw her over his shoulder and walked to the door with his prize. Her eyes alighted on the table for a moment, and before the door cut off her view, she wondered how she'd explain the disarray to her war council.

For the few people who actually saw The Iron Bull exiting the war room, carrying the Inquisitor over his shoulder like a sack, their minds were left to wonder, though none said a word.

Most would shrug their shoulders and go on about their business, thinking it some Qunari thing.

For one dwarf however, the scene was just too good to pass up. Needless to say, his pen hand got quite the work out that day, capturing all the sordid details of the Bull and the Inquisitor.

Later…

Garesh rolled over, trying to get her breathing back to normal. Bull did the same, snaking an arm under her to pull her close to his side.

He definitely hadn't lied to her. He had indeed come, many, many times in fact. It was a wonder they weren't unconscious.

Bull was beyond pleased. This was the life, alone with Adaar. The sex was amazing, but so was everything else. Even having been expelled from his precious Qun, he felt like it was all worth it, as long as she was by his side.

She played with his nipples, a sexy smile about her lips. He tipped her face up so he could look at her. Her lips were swollen, his love bites spotting the normally smooth, even skin of her neck in several areas.

She'd be a bit displeased with that, he knew. But it was easier to say you're sorry, even when you didn't mean it, than to ask permission. In any case, he didn't want to be away from her for that long a time ever again.

He hadn't even gone to his quarters when he'd returned, just passed his weapon to Krem and made a beeline to his goal. He had cared for nothing, save finding her.

She was all he needed, all he wanted in this world. He'd looked all over like a man crazy from thirst searching for his water. When he'd finally come to the war room, had opened the door to see that luscious ass bent over the table, his arousal had been instant.

"So," Garesh said, her husky voice bringing him back to the now. "Want to tell me about your mission?"

"Later, Kadan," said the Bull, pulling her under him again. "I have much more interesting things I'd like to do with my mouth."

It would be a very long while before the Inquisition actually saw its Inquisitor.

Kadan = Literally, "Where the heart lies." All-purpose word for a "person one cares about."

Meravas = "So shall it be" in Qunlat