Chapter Summary: The team slay their first dragon and Inquisitor Adaar finds herself celebrating with Bull. Man... those horns... so dragony.

Notes: Adult theme - masturbation / Some excerpts of dialogue are taken directly from the game so I respectfully thank David Gaider, Patrick Weekes and the rest of the fabulous Bioware team.


Chapter 2: A Question of Dragons

'Taarsidath-an halsaam!' Bull roared, swinging his axe against the dragon's neck. It ripped another high-pitched scream from the creature's throat, but this time it failed to terrorise the party. Bull's unbridled enthusiasm had galvanised them all into action. Even Vivienne was swiping at the beast with her white hot spirit blade while Cassandra looked wildly exultant despite the blood smeared across her face.

With great difficulty the dragon took flight again. Kirah screamed with frustration and viciously punched a dragonling as it lunged at her.

'Fu-OW!' she wailed as the pain registered across her knuckles.

Bull laughed that deep laugh and Kirah felt soothed as she plunged her blade fatally into the animal's breast.

'Come on!' she shouted, waving the party onward. The gold-coloured Frostback appeared to have taken momentary respite on a higher ridge. Was it hiding from us? Kirah thought incredulously. Could they actually do this? Take down a fucking dragon? She forged forward, racing up the bank, Bull just behind her. She could hear his excited breathing and it made her stomach flip. Pull yourself together you idiot! She internally chastised.

The dragon had landed in a rounded alcove, surrounded by high rock. On one hand it would be difficult to take flight from here and easy to make the creature back itself into the rock. On the other there wasn't much room to dodge a torrent of flames or a swipe of sword-like claws.

The rumbling in its throat, akin to a great castle furnace, alerted Kirah to the impending flames. She quaffed a fire resistance potion before racing forward, ducking as the searing heat filled the space. Thankfully, the comparatively blissful blast of Vivienne's icy spellcasting cooled the air and stunned the dragon. A familiar throbbing red ring appeared underfoot, the 'ring of pain', one of Bull's talents. She watched the behemoth wince as it took spirit damage and she sneered. They were going to kill the blighted dragon.

Bull was clearly of the same mind. Grinning, they charged forward together and hacked, slashed and swore until the beast came crashing down in a bloody lifeless heap.

'YEAH!' Bull roared, dropping his heavy axe and thrusting his fists to the sky in triumph.

'Is everyone alright?' Kirah asked a little breathlessly.

'Never better!' exclaimed Bull. And then with boyish glee: 'See the way everything lit up when it tried to fry us?'

'How could I miss it?' Kirah chuckled.

Bull laughed. 'Now that was a fight.'

'That last burst of flame nearly roasted us,' Cassandra responded grimly, but Kirah saw her eyes shine.


They strode into Skyhold with their packs full of dragon treasures. Bull's chest was distinctly more puffed out, Kirah noted admiringly. Blackwall greeted them half jealous, half giddy, shaking hands and patting backs. Vivienne couldn't resist making a sarcastic comment about his 'girlish enthusiasm' but even her cool exterior had warmed a little with their victory.

Cullen jogged over to them, clearly relieved to see them in one piece.

'Inquisitor, Maker, you look dreadful!' he exclaimed.

'You should see the other guy,' Kirah grinned, earning herself an approving slap on the back from Bull.

'Well done,' Cullen smiled proudly.

Kirah felt her heart warm with his words. He was such a worrier and yet his face lit up so completely when he smiled, making her want to crush him in a bear hug.

Cullen continued, 'When you get cleaned up, let's go over your findings. I believe they'll have a great many uses and no doubt give the nobles an excuse to celebrate. Well, Josephine will know more about that sort of thing.'

Kirah clapped him on the back and walked with him to the great hall as the party dispersed. She sighed heavily, happy.

'You're alright?' Cullen asked tentatively.

'Completely,' Kirah replied, giving him a tired smile. 'We really needed this victory. I needed it.'

'It will be a tremendous boost to morale, Inquisitor. And even if I didn't wholly approve of your mission, I respect it, and you, a great deal.' Cullen spoke softly and gave a wry smile.

'Yes, I seem to recall you grumbling about 'reckless bravado' and 'senseless risk' earlier,' Kirah teased.

Cullen wrinkled his nose, hands on hips.

'And you were right, Commander,' Kirah offered kindly. 'But it needed to be done. And now it is.'

Cullen nodded gratefully. Kirah strolled inside the hall and was greeting by Varric's hearty guffaw and an excited ripple amongst the nobles. She took a small bow and called for a bath.


Sinking into the huge, customised bathtub, Kirah felt her muscles loosen at last. She slipped underneath the water for a moment, enveloped in its warm embrace - save for her bent knees - after all they couldn't make a bath that big and get it up the stairs. The high-pitch of the dragon's cry still rang in her ears but the water soothed her immeasurably. Coming up for breath at last she lay still against a fluffy towel draped across the back, a nice touch from the chamber maid. She could safely put the druffalo catastrophe behind her now, thank Andraste.

Her hands slipped over her thighs as she soaped her firm tan skin, the legacy of her Qunari/human parentage. Accidentally pressing on a bruise in her exploration. Even with potions, there was still healing to be done. The sore spot took her back to the fight, Bull breathing behind her, sometimes grunting with exertion, other times roaring jubilantly. It was ridiculously elaborate foreplay, but seeing as Bull wasn't in her chamber it would be criminal to let it go to waste. She slid her fingers down over her inner thighs towards her sex. Her touch made her muscles clench, this certainly wouldn't take long.

Lightly caressing herself, she imagined Bull's lips, hot against her and groaned at the thought. She replayed those breathy grunts and visions of Bull's hot muscles quivering and pulling taut with every swing of his axe. Kirah saw him drop that axe in triumph and advance upon her, thrusting her against the still-warm rump of the dragon. He pulled down her breeches impatiently and pushed himself inside her with a groan... Kirah came hard, breathlessly stretching her neck back. When she came to her senses, she growled. What did she have to do to get that man inside her?


Kirah marched into the Herald's Rest hoping to find Bull, but when she glimpsed his usual chair she found it empty. Disappointment and frustration threatened to well inside her when she heard his deep, jovial voice burst from the bar.

'Inquisitor! Come have a drink!' he ordered, and poured her a flagon of some dark red substance without waiting for her reply. Not that she would have resisted, she thought.

'To killing a high dragon like warriors of legend!' Bull exclaimed.

Kirah's heart swelled with pride for them both, but as she lifted the tankard to her lips she thought it prudent to ask, 'What exactly am I supposed to be drinking?'

'Maraas-lok.' Bull said with a low, tempting rumble.

'What does that mean?'

'It means drink!' Bull laughed.

Kirah smiled and clinked his tankard before taking a big glug. Even with her drinking prowess, proudly cultivated from years of living among mercenaries, the brew hit the back of her throat hard and took her breath away. Bull laughed, mischievously.

'I know, right? Put some chest on your chest, mmm.'

A few drinks in and Bull was still talking about the fight. Kirah didn't mind. She'd come to confront him about why he hadn't taken her yet, when he'd seemingly fucked half of Thedas. And yet she'd been swept away by his passion... for dragons. She leant heavily on her hand, dreamily, aware she was staring, but a little too drunk to rein it in.

'What I wouldn't give to roar like that,' Bull exclaimed longingly.

'You have an amma…zing roar,' Kirah hiccuped.

'Ya think?' Bull grinned surprised, then continued. 'The way the ground shook when it landed. The smell of the fires burning… Taarsidath-an halsaam,' he rumbled joyfully.

He paused to take another swig and topped Kirah up.

'That thing you just said. You shouted it during the fight too. What does it mean?' Kirah asked.

'Closest translation would be, "I will bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking about this with great respect."' Bull said softly, reverently. He didn't meet Kirah's incredulous gaze and poured himself another drink.

Wait. Did Bull just look shy? Maker, I must be drunk.

'You shouted that while it was breathing fire at us?' she exclaimed.

'I know right?' Bull said proudly and then grunted in such a sexual way, it was Kirah's turn to be shy. She took another swig to quell the feeling. Bull nodded approvingly.

Bull taught her so much about the Qunari. She'd assimilated her parents' rejection of the Qun and then passionately despised it after what happened later… but hearing Bull talk about it all made her feel a little differently. It was confusing, disconcerting even. But when he spoke Qunlat it sounded so ancient and powerful and she began to understand something of the honour of his people. She pressed him to explain where the Qunari passion for dragons came from.

'Well, you know how we have horns? We kind of look more…dragony… than most people,' Bull offered.

Kirah examined his horns again. They were huge and really turned her on, but then so did everything about the big man. Her own horns curled back and were more modest, although she'd always been proud of them. They were like her mother's.

'Maybe it's that,' Bull mused. 'But a few of the Ben-Hassrath have this crazy old theory. See, the Tamassrans control who we mate with.'

Kirah knew this only too well and nodded blankly. What was it Mama told her? They breed-

'They breed us for jobs like you'd breed dogs or horses,' Bull said it as though he'd been reading her mind.

Kirah's eyes widened. What was it, a catchphrase?

'What if they mixed in some dragon a long time ago?' Bull continued unaware. 'Maybe drinking the blood, maybe magic. I don't know. But something in that dragon we killed… spoke to me.'

Kirah knew what he meant. Perhaps she hadn't felt it as strongly, being only half Qunari, but she'd definitely felt it. It was raw, primal. The smell of the blood had actually been… exciting. She wanted to say it, but she felt strange about the whole thing and suspected her randy bath activity had been fuelled by it. Hadn't she imagined them rutting against the side of the dead dragon's body? Maker preserve her. Kirah mumbled something about feeling sorry for the creature and Bull appeased her declaring a dragon's violent, uncontrolled nature needed to be destroyed.

'Taming the wild. Order out of chaos,' Bull explained as he poured her another drink.

A few cups later and they were improvising a song which consisted largely of yelling 'Ataashi' over and over. Bull had taught her it meant 'glorious ones' – the name the Qunari gave to dragons.

'Ataaaaaaasheeeeeee!' they sang until Cabot, the Dwarven bartender, threatened to throw them out if they didn't keep it down.

'To dragons!' Bull exclaimed as he took another swig.

Kirah couldn't help herself, 'To the Iron Bull!' she cheered as she nestled against his huge bicep.

'And his ass-kicking inquisitor!' Bull jovially responded.


Kirah staggered back to her chambers, needing to lean against every post, pillar and doorframe on the way, but she felt strangely light. Had Bull really said what he just said? She played it again in her mind, Bull coming over all solemn and leaning in. His breath smelled like the ale, or whatever it was, they'd been drinking and was just as intoxicating.

'I always want to say this, and I never can when we're off saving the world: you've got fantastic tits.'

Kirah laughed out loud, then covered her mouth and looked around. Luckily, the fires were low and the hall was empty. Maybe there was some hope for her after all.