Chapter 1 - Riding the Bull

I turned away from the horizon view of the snowy mountains, making my way back inside my quarters. On my bed, sat The Iron Bull. I raised my eyebrows in a surprised greeting.

"So, listen, I've caught the hints, I get what you're saying. You want to ride The Bull." His voice was low, rough, and extremely arousing. His words went straight to my groin, and I shifted uncomfortably. Bull rose, making his way over to me. "Can't say I blame you, but, I'm not sure you know what you're asking. Not sure if you're ready for it." He stopped right in front of me, his dark eyes staring into mine.

"Oh I'm ready for it." I said flirtatiously, not entirely sure that I actually could. My dick was rock solid under the tight silk pants. I hoped Bull wouldn't notice.

"See, you say that, but you really don't know what that means." Bull replied, his lips pursed and his eyes wary.

"Are we going to do this or not?" I said bravely, ignoring the terrified feeling in my stomach. 'How big is it?' I wondered. 'Would I be able to walk afterwards?' Bull moved towards me, his fingers wrapping around my wrists. He pushed me against the wall, holding my hands above my head. His mouth was inches away from my lips.

"Last chance." He taunted, his hot breath radiating on my face.

"A little slower... And a lot harder." I whispered. Bull's arms wrapped around my ribcage, pulling me off my feet and against his chest. Surprisingly soft lips found mine, and his tongue darted in between my teeth. I moaned into the kiss, parting my lips wider. Bull carried me to the bed, throwing my down onto the mattress so I was on my back.

"Clothes. Off." He ordered. Panting, I fumbled with my shirt buttons, ripping the material open. I threw the silk across the room, followed by my pants and underwear. Bull's eyes traveled along my hairless abs, down to my rock hard cock, standing for attention. Bull reached for the buckle on his harness and swiftly pulled his armor from his muscular body. Finally, he pulled his pants off, and I stared straight at his monster cock. 12 inches, uncut. The grayish shaft hung between his legs, throbbing with arousal. His fingers grasped his dick, giving it a few strokes before crawling towards me.

"Ready Inquisitor?" He chuckled darkly.

"Holy. Shit." I gasped.

"Turn around." Gulping, I slowly rolled over onto all fours. Bull came up behind me, his long fingers running through my dark brown hair. They trailed across my skull and down along my spine. They came to a stop just above my asshole.

"Breathe." He whispered. I inhaled, and Bull plunged one finger inside. I arched my back, exhaling. 'That wasn't so bad.' Then a second finger. He poked and prodded, stretching me wider. Three fingers. I gasped. The sensation was at first uncomfortable, but then I found myself moaning.

"Bull." I gasped. "I need it. I need you." He chuckled from behind me, withdrawing his fingers. His left hand reached around to grasp my hip.

"This'l be the ride of your life." Bull slammed into me, and I cried out in pain and pleasure. His dick filled me up, pushing deeper and deeper. My fingers dug into the bedsheets, and I clenched my eyes shut. Bull pulled back, and then slammed into me again, his cock going further and further.

"Oh yes. That's right Inquisitor. Take it!" Bull roared, thrusting faster and faster. I moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. His hips smacked against my ass, and he kept pushing and pushing. His balls reached my asshole, and I panted in pleasure - he was all the way in!

"Faster Bull!" I yelled. Bull picked up the pace, repeatedly thrusting in and out, in and out. The head of his cock hit my prostate and I moaned. Bull's fingers reached around to my dick, gasping it. He pumped, his fist gliding up and down my shaft. I cried out, holding back my orgasm. Bull panted, his fingers digging into my hip. I bowed my head, biting my lip.

"I'm... Gonna..." I gasped, moaning as I erupted onto the bedsheets. Bull pulled out, grabbing my shoulder and flipping me onto my back. Myspine pressed into my own wet cum, and I stared up at Bull in confusion.

"Is that it?" I asked, panting.

"You may be done," Bull said, glancing at my semen, "But I am not." Bull brought his cum soaked hand to my mouth. "Clean." He ordered, and I opened my mouth eagerly. My tongue lapped at the white liquid, and I gulped it all down. I cleared my throat, and licked the rest of the salty cum from my lips. Bull reached down and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth. Our lips crashed like a war for dominance, hot and wet. Bull pulled back, smiling.

"You taste good." He murmured. "Now for round two." Bull grasped my ankles, pulling them onto his shoulders. My legs rested wide open, with Bull's cock lined at my asshole. His hips pushed foreword, impaling me on his shaft once again. I threw my head back, gasping at the ceiling. My left hand clenched around my bedsheets, and my other hand gripped my cock. I jacked myself off as Bull picked up the tempo of his thrusts.

"Ohhhh fuck!" I moaned. Bull tightened his grip on my ankles, pounding relentlessly. He thew his head back and roared, his thrusts at full speed. I lay there in a haze of pleasure, seeing stars each time Bull thrusted.

"Here we go!" Bull gasped, finally bursting. His hot cum shot up my ass, and his eyes shut as he emptied himself inside me. My chest rose and fall as I panted for air. After at least a minute of gasping, Bull pulled out and collapsed next to me.

"I underestimated you Inquisitor." Bull murmured. "You rode the Bull hard, and rode him well." I closed my eyes, smiling weakly. Bull rose, scooping down to retrieve his garments. "I hope you don't have any travel plans for the next day or two. You won't be walking for a bit."

And with that, he left the room. I lay there, cum soaked and breathless. My ass was sore and my cock ached, and yet, I couldn't wait for the next time.