My day-to-day life as the Inquisitor was busy and stressful. I felt like I never had any down time, and I was always so wound-up. When I recruited the Iron Bull and his Chargers to my Inquisition, I couldn't have known how much he would come to mean to me. We started a relationship after I decided to save the Chargers instead of the dreadnought. We sacrificed the alliance with the Qunari despite this, but as I told Bull, the death of his company would destroy him.
Bull met me in my bedroom and showed me exactly what it meant to have sex with him. It felt amazing to have someone in charge, telling me what to do, and it helped take the weight off my shoulders. I couldn't say when exactly my feelings for him became deeper, but he meant more to me than anyone ever had in my life.
I was on my way to the tavern in Skyhold when I heard some of the serving women gossiping about the Iron Bull. I was intending to walk away before I heard them mention me by name.
"Can you imagine? The Inquisitor? I hear the Iron Bull has been seen coming out of her quarters at all hours of the day!" One of the girls sniggered.
"Oh please! Who hasn't had a chance to sleep with him?" The red-head scoffed.
The third girl gasped. "You Ellen?"
"He likes red-heads," she shrugged. "He's fucked every serving girl in Skyhold. It's only a matter of time before he got to the Inquisitor. I doubt it'll last."
They proceeded to start giggling about Bull's cock, before I stomped away, fuming. How dare he?! He played me for a fool. How many women and men was he fucking while he was with me?
Like the rest of my kin, I was tiny and hardly menacing. My reputation proceeded me, however, so when I walked in the tavern, ready to smash some skulls, the crowds parted to let me pass. My eyes were a bright red regularly, and I expected that they were even redder with rage.
I stood in front of the Chargers, glaring at all of them until they stopped drinking and being rowdy. They all were silent as they shifted their eyes between Bull and I. Bull spoke warily, "something wrong boss?"
"You bet there's something wrong," I hissed. "I need to speak with you in private."
"Sure, boss." He got up and followed me out of the bar, and I heard Krem sniggering behind me. I ignored Bull's attempts at conversation, and I gave him a harsh glare to shut him up. He held every door open for me as he trailed behind me to my quarters. I finally turned around when we got into my bedroom. I stood there staring at him, refusing to speak until he spoke first. Luckily Bull wasn't a dim man, so he caught on quickly. "Ellana, did I do something to offend you?" He asked me after a minute of silence.
"Bull, do you take me for a fool?" I said quietly.
"What? Of course not," he replied, closing the distance between us.
"I am not blind Bull. I know you are popular with the ladies and gents alike. But I foolishly assumed that this was more serious than it is apparently," I snapped.
"What do you mean?"
I glared at him, ready to start throwing punches, even though I would break my hand against his strong muscles. "Who am I?!"
He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "You are the Inquisitor."
"You're damn right I'm the Inquisitor! I am the fucking Herald of Andraste!" I screamed. "I do not and will not share a man with anyone – especially with my whole fucking fortress!"
His lip twitched in amusement. "Ah, have you been hearing talk from the serving girls?"
"Do you think this is fucking funny Bull?!"
"Well," he shrugged, chuckling, "I mean…"
"Get out." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Get the fuck out of my room!"
"Can I explain?" He asked calmly.
I turned on him. "Explain? Explain what? How you've fucked my entire fortress and how I am just a fling like the rest of them? I do not enjoy being taken for a fool." Bull was three times my size and he could have crushed me like a bug, but he let me yell at him when I got angry (which was often) and always took it in stride.
"Ellana." He said my name softly. When I didn't answer him, he grabbed my small hand in his and got down on his knees so he could be eye level with me. "Look at me," he commanded.
I gave him a side-glance. "What?" I snapped.
"When we started this, I stopped sex with everyone besides you. I will continue to only fuck you until you order me away." As angry as I was, I loved the way he spoke plainly. He never played games.
I turned back to him, and pursed my ruby lips. "I don't plan on ordering you away," I said quietly.
"Good," he smiled. "So what's the problem?"
"The problem is that I don't need to hear about your escapades with other people. I'm the Inquisitor for Maker's sake."
"You are sexy when you're jealous. It's making me hard." He stated, and I felt his hand on my shoulder. He was standing up now.
I resisted the urge to look at him. His very words had the power to make me quiver. "I'm not jealous."
"There's no one else but you Ellana. From the day that you recruited me I knew that you were something special. I care about you." He put a hand under my chin and lifted it up, forcing me to look at him. He smiled. "You are beautiful."
I flushed. It was hard for me to believe that. My eyes were red, my skin was pale, and there was a long jagged, vertical scar right under my right eye. My white blonde hair was tied back into a bun as what I thought was proper for my looks. "I believe that when you say it," I whispered.
"Good." He placed his hands on both sides of my thighs and lifted me up so my legs curled around his middle. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."
I shivered. "I still haven't forgiven you," I protested.
He set me down on my bed. His fingers were kneading themselves into my crotch through my pants. "Your body says you do." His voice was husky now, and as his fingers were stroking my sex, his other hand was lightly stroking my ear. Elf ears were so sensitive that he could almost make me come just from his touch. He knew that and often used it to his advantage.
I was starting to lose all coherent thoughts from his fingers. "Wait," I said breathless.
He was knelt down on the bed in front of me. He stopped immediately at the tone in my voice. "What is it Kadan?"
Kadan? "I want to take over."
"You want control?"
"Yes." I stood up and grabbed him lightly by the horns.
Bull smiled at me, pleased. "Your wish is my command Kadan. I am here for your pleasure."
I bit my lip. I had never had much interest in being dominant with anyone but him. Bull was always a dominant man and the fact that he was willing to submit to me made my stomach flip. "What is that you keep calling me?" I hitched my leg up over his shoulder.
"Kadan. My heart." He kissed the inside of my thigh.
"Kadan," I whispered. That one word held momentum and I finally realized that I loved him. That revelation would have to wait. "Undress me," I said instead.
He did as I asked, but did it slowly to tease me. "Who is in charge here?" I said quietly, but my voice wavered, betraying my tough words.
"Sorry Kadan," he grinned slyly. "What will you have of me?"
I sat on the bed and spread my legs. His good eye was full of hunger. "Fuck me with your mouth," I demanded.
He growled low. "With pleasure."
I held onto his horns with dear life as his tongue and lips assaulted me. I grinded myself against his face, using him solely for my own pleasure. One of his hands was on my back, holding me securely in place, and I moved the other to my breast, demanding that he played with my nipple. He willingly obliged my desires and I was so close, so damn close –
Bull sucked on my clit, sending me over the edge. I bucked against him, his deep growls silenced by my screaming of his name. He licked me slowly, tasting my aftershocks as he always loved to do. I could never get enough of him. "What next Kadan?" His voice was low and husky with feeling. I knew he couldn't get enough of me too.
I sat up. "Undress for me," I gasped.
He smirked, watching me watching him as he stripped down for me. I loved everything about this man, everything from his mannerisms to his body. He knew how I felt and always used that to his advantage. Once he got everything off, he stood there, allowing me to take the impressive sight of him in. "Oh Bull," I said breathily.
"I will worship you to the end of my days," he declared softly, slowly moving over to the bed.
"Fuck me Bull," I moaned.
He didn't waste any time. He was on top of me quick, and inside of me just as fast. He held my arms up above my head as he drove into me hard and fast. I screamed with raw pleasure from the feeling of his cock inside me. He was moving in and out of me at such a pace that I didn't think I could hold on much longer. "Bull…I'm…" I flushed, unable to produce a coherent thought.
"Come for me Kadan. Please." He groaned into my neck and slowed down his movement to watch me come. He always liked to watch on my face what he was capable of doing to me. I broke apart at his voice, my climax shuddering through my entire body. Bull was the only man that had been able to give me pleasure like that and as far as I was concerned, he would be the last man I had.
He groaned as I clenched around him. The next moment, he was pumping into me, spilling his seed into my core. I raked my nails down his back for both our pleasures and he kissed me gently after he pulled out. He cradled me gently in his arms, like he was afraid that I would break. "Bull…" My voice came out exhausted.
"What is it? Are you alright?" His fingers were weaving gently through my hair to comfort me.
I was starting to fall asleep in his warm arms. "I love you," I mumbled.
He grew very still. "Are you going soft on me Kadan?" His voice was teasing, but I grew anxious for fear of rejection. I pretended to fall asleep, knowing full well that he would know I was feigning. "I love you too," he said softly.
I turned around so I was facing him and I gave him a blissful smile. "All mine," I said, cuddling into his chest.
He chuckled. "Yes boss. All yours."