Dragon Age Inquisition
(F!Adaar x The Iron Bull)
So I had most of this written and then ran out of steam. I finally finished it, but I'm not sure if it's all that good. I just feel like I've made you guys wait way too long for lack of inspiration. So here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
Anyways, in this chapter, Adaar finds out that Bull has a jealous side, and things get even more intense as our Qun couple attempt to one up each other, per usual. NSFW!
I know the whole gifting Bull with his necklace thing is a little different here from what it was in the game, but I'm cool with that. Hope you are too.
Lightan117 - I remember your prompt, and I will be working on that next! I actually have it partially written. I just finished this faster! ;)
Please read and REVIEW! Thanks!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Age or the characters, nor do I receive compensation for this work.
Chapter 2 – The Jealous Type
The game of Wicked Grace was in full swing, and Cullen was increasingly stressed. How was it possible that only he was losing so badly? Someone, maybe everyone, had to be cheating!
He was down to his smallclothes, and no other person had stripped a single article of clothing, save for Varric, who had lost only his necklace. That had earned him hoots and hollers from the female onlookers, who now had an unimpeded view of his legendary chest hair.
Hardly any penalty compared to the commander's state of undress.
Finally, and to his great chagrin, Cullen lost his last hand, bearing the humiliation of having to pull down his smalls and present them as a prize for the victor, that positively odd elf, Sera.
She made an uproariously triumphant noise, said something that sounded like, "Fuck, yeah!" then grabbed everything her slender arms could carry and flounced her way to the stairs, presumably heading back to her lair above the tavern.
Everyone else tarried, waiting with anticipation for the former Knight Commander to rise. Cullen gave them all narrow-eyed looks, and the group finally got the hint, pretending to pay attention to other things, many of them taking their leave.
Cullen finally took the opportunity to dart stage right, flashing everyone he encountered as he hurried back to his quarters with what little dignity he had left.
Garesh Adaar, Inquisitor and fabled Herald of Andraste, had watched the whole time, having been beneath Cullen's notice as he'd intimidated the others into looking elsewhere.
This had been a rare opportunity to see the handsome commander in his birthday suit, and no one was interfering, not even Cullen himself.
When he'd gotten up at last, she had perused the goods appreciatively. He wasn't as gifted as a certain other male she was well-acquainted with, but he'd be able to give one of these petite humans a nice evening, or maybe even an elf for that matter.
Speaking of which… The Inquisitor scanned the tavern, searching for her fellow Qunari and lover. She was feeling a bit randy, and was hoping he would accompany her up to her quarters for some private time.
They were headed to the Western Approach in the morning, something she hadn't been excited over, so she was looking for a little comfort to help encourage her along.
But he was nowhere to be seen. That was odd. Where had he gone off to so quickly? He wasn't at his usual spot or with Krem and the rest of the Chargers.
After backtracking one last time, she finally left the tavern with a disappointed yawn. Well, maybe she'd catch him tomorrow before they departed. He'd definitely have some explaining to do.
She knew one thing. He'd better not be dallying with the kitchen girls again, not when they were together now.
The Bull and the Inquisitor had been seeing each other for a while now, ever since she'd informed him that she wanted more than just a tumble here and there.
Her feelings for him had quickly grown, and per Qunari custom, Adaar had even had the necklaces forged from the tooth of the high dragon she'd slain on the Storm Coast.
It had been a glorious fight, but in the end, the Vinsomer had fallen, and she'd eagerly gathered it's teeth to add to the required materials.
She'd spared no detail, adhering exactly to Bull's descriptions.
He hadn't been with her that day, since she had wanted to keep the necklace a secret until she made a definite decision as to whether or not to present it to him. It all still remained to be seen.
She mulled it over in her mind as she made her way through the main hall and up the long staircase leading to her room.
Back in her quarters, Garesh went to the door of her balcony, opening the door and taking a breath of the crisp mountain air. The peaceful scenery was truly breathtaking.
The Frostbacks were cast in the moon's ghostly light, very beautiful. It almost made her feel better about her lack of a bedmate tonight.
"What a view," she sighed in appreciation, closing her eyes.
"And what view would that be?" a voice growled lowly from off to her left. "Is it the scenery…or the commander's ass?"
She turned toward the sound of Bull's voice, and saw that he was standing near the closed door to her other balcony, the one with the view of the courtyard below, watching her.
Well, that explained why she hadn't found him in the tavern.
Closing the doors, she sauntered over, pushing herself up against him seductively. "Wanted to get here before me?" she murmured as she kissed a pointy ear. "My only question is, why are your clothes still on?"
She reached down to caress his groin, but was stunned when she felt him grip her wrist, pulling her wandering hand away. She looked up at his frowning face. "What's wrong?"
Bull put her away from him and turned back toward the balcony, looking through the glass doors to examine the night sky. "Did you like what you saw tonight, Inquisitor?"
"What are you talking about, Bull?" Adaar was genuinely confused.
"The commander," he mumbled impatiently. "Do you have feelings for him?" He turned to look at her, brow furrowed.
Her face registered puzzlement while she thought for a moment before her eyebrows rose near to her hairline. Oh, that's the problem.
"Bull," she said with a smirk. "Are you actually jealous?"
He snorted, straightening himself out to his full height. "Why would I be jealous? I'm stronger, fiercer, and shitloads finer than that Bas." He looked down his nose at her. "I just never took you for an admirer of humans."
She was slightly amused. True, she'd never lain with a human before. All her lovers had been Kossith, or Qunari, or…whatever. Most had been Tal-Vashoth, like her.
Still, it was funny coming from him. Funny…until he scornfully added, "Perhaps you've been a Tal-Vashoth too long to know what true strength is."
What the hell?! His tone, the way it was full of censure and disgust, and especially since it was massively hypocritical, irked Garesh.
"You really are one to talk," she sneered. "All I did was look, whereas you, you've bedded nearly all of the serving girls! Last time I checked, all of them were human!"
Bull shrugged. "I had needs," he said matter-of-factly, as though she were dim. "They served their purpose, nothing more. There are no Tamassrans in Thedas, in case you hadn't noticed."
His face was blank, lacking in any guilt whatsoever as he continued. "I mean, what did you expect me to do? Abstain?" He huffed. "I let them satisfy their curiosity while I achieved much-needed release. It was a win-win situation."
"But I was there," she said, getting increasingly angry. "I was at Haven, but you didn't notice, did you? You hardly gave me the time of day or responded to my attempts to speak with you. But you eagerly gave your attentions to the humans with no problem."
She scowled, remembering being back at Haven and overhearing the women outside the chantry talking about The Iron Bull's sexual prowess. She had wanted to run her blade through them both.
How dare they garner his attention, when she, the Inquisitor and a Qunari, could not?
Adaar remembered the nights she had lain awake, longing for him to look at her, to really look, and to stop calling her Boss!
But for some reason, she had been beneath his notice until after they had arrived at Skyhold. Even then it had taken too long for her taste, during which time he had continued to take different girls, human girls, to his bed.
She was silent a moment, thinking as her jealousy swelled even now. Maybe she should show him how it felt.
"Who knows?" she finally mused with a shrug as she went to sit on her bed. "Maybe the commander is available." She ran a hand along the comforter. "I think I saw him admiring my horns, and he would certainly appreciate me more."
She knew the commander only saw her in a professional sense, but it was obvious The Iron Bull didn't know the same, judging by his angry intake of breath.
When she looked at him again, he was advancing on her, his good eye narrowed. She kept her defiant smile in place as he came to tower over her.
"Humans always admire the horns," he growled. "That's nothing special." His mouth turned upward slightly. "They also like to grab onto them during…moments of excitement."
He was baiting her, she knew it. So she fired back. "I imagine they do. I also imagine Cullen grabbing mine as I..." She stopped for a moment to make eye contact and lick her lips suggestively. "I suppose you can guess what I mean."
It was easy to assume that the Bull wasn't bothered, and had she been anyone else he'd have fooled her. But she knew what to look for.
There was a quirk at the corner of his down-turned mouth that hadn't been there before and a slight flair to his nostrils. His teeth were also clenched. She'd gotten to him.
The Inquisitor decided to twist the knife.
Rising and walking past him, she went to the stairs, heading back the way she'd come. "I think I'll go and pay the good commander a visit," she purred as she walked. "He's already naked after all, and now is as good a time as any to test his 'grip.'"
She made it only a few more steps before her arm was seized. She was yanked back and turned, and suddenly both her arms were in Bull's firm grasp, his face inches from hers.
"You go ahead and test that grip of his, if you dare," Bull said, holding her arms in a grip that would have probably bruised if she were human. "But the moment he touches you, Inquisitor, I will kill him. Believe that."
He thrust her away from him, and she watched him turn his back on her.
Adaar was taken aback by the fierce shine in his eyes and the conviction in his voice. She had felt a slight tremor in his hands where they'd held her. Bull was serious.
She really hadn't expected him to become so upset, what with his nonchalance in their relationship. Perhaps he felt more than he was letting on.
"Bull," she said, softening her tone. "I was only joking."
She approached him from behind, running her hands up his bare back and setting them on his tense shoulders. They were rising and falling steadily, but a little faster than usual. "Calm down, alright?"
When he gave no response, she sighed. "You know that I want no one but you, dumbass. I mean, I tower over just about everyone here, and I don't like looking down on my men. You're the only one who makes sense."
His horns tilted a touch as he turned his head slightly away her. Obviously the jokes weren't helping. "I've always wanted you, Bull." She moved in, molding herself against his back. "Only you."
"Then you shouldn't joke like that," he grunted, turning around to face her. "You could get someone seriously hurt."
He attempted to stay angry, but she could tell that her words had pleased him. His jaw was a little more relaxed now, his shoulders not so rigidly set. But then he pissed it all away.
"I think you owe me an apology."
Garesh was instantly angry again. "Why do I owe you an apology? You're the one who chose to misunderstand things without asking me. If anything, you should say sorry to me!"
She poked him in his chest. "You sleep with me, but give me no encouragement to think that anything will progress between us. When all is said and done, I have no real reason to be loyal to you."
Bull wrapped a large hand around hers before she could retract her hand. He applied pressure until her fingers opened, and her palm was flat against his chest where she could feel the eager beating of his heart.
His eyebrows were raised in question. "Are you going to apologize, Inquisitor?"
Her mouth twisted into a sneer. He had ignored her question completely. And now he still insisted on an apology?
Challenge accepted.
She stood tall, raising her chin defiantly, her height coming nearly to his neck. "Never," she said, holding his one good eye with hers.
She saw the excitement enter her lover's eyes. "Have it your way," he ground out, pulling her into him and walking her toward the bed, his mouth quickly finding hers.
Despite her anger, Garesh could not help the thrill of exhilaration that ran through her nerves as she tasted the flavor of ale on his tongue.
She would not moan.
Garesh swore she would not moan. It was difficult, but she would not give him the satisfaction. She steeled herself, clenching her teeth as yet another ripple of pleasure gripped her. Dammit! This was going to be hard.
She opened her eyes slightly, squinting downward.
He was there, her legs lightly bent over his horns, his face buried between her thighs. He'd been there for a while now, and as her body started to ebb and flow around the motion of Bull's mouth, his tongue and lips, she struggled not to give him gratification.
And quite the struggle it was.
But she would win this battle. Even though he'd tied her wrists to the post of her luxurious Orlesian bed, giving her a distinct disadvantage, she'd win.
He'd get very little response from her, and certainly not a damned apology.
When her breath hitched involuntarily, she felt her tormentor chuckle against her swollen sex. "Gonna apologize?" he asked her lifting his face a bit and licking his lips, his face slick. "Hmm..?" He quirked a brow at her.
When she failed to answer, turning her face to avert his smug stare, he set back to work. His hot tongue began laving her with firm, sure strokes, and he used long fingers to gently spread her apart.
His mouth quickly found the engorged flesh crowning her orifice, his lips closing around it, suckling mercilessly. Exquisite pleasure lit her nerve endings, sending a jolt to her brain.
Garesh hissed despite herself, and slowly her mind began to shift from her resistance to the ever-increasing, numbing pleasure building in her loins. Her eyes closed once again as her head tilted back against her pillow in defeat.
He was very good. He always had been, and she had known this wouldn't be easy. She had not anticipated just how uneasy it would be. Usually, she wasn't trying to resist him.
It wasn't long before she realized it was futile. He would get her to climax sooner or later, sooner if she was honest. That was fine. He would win this battle, but he still would get no apology.
On that at least, she would hold firm.
As she prepared to let Bull take her to completion, her thighs began to tremble, her breath becoming uneven. She felt it fanning out, the onset of an orgasm, easing from her pelvis to the pit of her stomach and beyond.
Bull felt it when Garesh surrendered. Her hips relaxed, and he didn't have to hold her quite so securely. He knew her, knew her body and what brought her the most pleasure. Now, to spring the trap…
He swirled his tongue just that much faster, paying close attention to the signs. He was going to win this fight. When he added his fingers, he knew it wouldn't be long.
Her eyes, half-lidded, began to mist over, her hands clenching in their bindings. It was all too familiar. Soon, she'd be rising, soaring ever higher, exploding then falling back to Earth in intense wave after wave.
She felt it…ah! She was close. So close…her much-needed release…it was coming…YES. She rose higher and higher, almost to the edge of the peak, ready to topple…and then…nothing.
It stopped, all of it…abruptly and without warning. The wonderful sensations, the anticipation and build up of pressure, everything came to a halt. Her orgasm was lost, slipping through clawing fingers, and she felt her legs fall from her lover's horns as he rose from her.
Garesh gazed owlishly up at Bull, her expression incredulous. He was actually sitting back on his haunches, that same damned smug expression on his face.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Bull?!" the Inquisitor screamed, angry and frustrated, fighting to free her wrists.
He pretended to straighten his voice nonchalantly. "I'm still waiting for my apology, Inquisitor," he said calmly.
She was stunned speechless. He had denied her the finest pleasure…for that?! "Well you won't get one!"
"Is that right?" her lover scoffed. "We'll see." He moved forward, quickly easing himself between her thighs before she could close them, her legs round his thickly-muscled torso. Garesh felt Bull's excitement at the situation for herself, probing against her inner thigh.
His mouth was at her neck now, and her state of bondage worked against her. His body effectively kept her from shaking him off, even though he did not rest his full weight upon her.
Bull made himself comfortable, the hard wall of his chest nestling against the soft curves of her breasts. It was gratifying to watch her try so hard to resist him, knowing that she could not. He'd get her to apologize soon, to betray herself.
Not bringing her to completion had violated every rule in his mind, but he had a point to make, and this sweet torture was just the way to do it. He'd watched her face, felt her tremors, and had had to draw on all his discipline, ego, and quite frankly his cruelty, to cease just in time to thwart her climax.
She was righteously angry, something he would have also felt were it him on the receiving end. But he wasn't, and he was currently enjoying himself.
He grinned at her, putting his face to her collarbones, licking and scoring his teeth against the skin there, contemplating where to put his next mark on her. She wouldn't like that either, he knew.
But unless she said katoh, she would take whatever he doled out. That had been the rule.
Her skin smelled wonderful, a mix of sweat, arousal, and her usual enticing scent. She was fierce, cursing him in both the common tongue and Qunlat, further fanning his desire for her.
Her body was athletic but soft in all the right places. Bull worked his way downward, and her string of curses stopped as soon as he took a nipple into his mouth. She always did like this, Bull thought, taking deep pulls off her.
His large hands played with her, pinching and cupping and caressing. He pulled back briefly to admire a love bite he'd left low on the side of one of her breasts. She'd better apologize soon. He could feel his own control slipping at the sight she presented.
Her mouth was slightly agape, her breathing harsh. She was writhing, her arousal spiking again. When he leaned down to kiss her, she participated eagerly, her anger seemingly forgotten.
Bull moved to her opening, the tip of his length poised to enter. He continued kissing her, letting himself sink in just a little, then pulling out, teasing her. Her hips rose to meet him each time, and he could see she was impatient.
Adaar finally made a frustrated noise against his mouth. She pulled back, breaking the kiss. "Please, Bull," she pleaded. "I can't…" She was desperate, and he decided to indulge her a bit.
He held her gaze as he sank himself deeply in one thrust. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let a long, pleased moan.
He stilled his hips. "Open your eyes," he commanded. He held her gaze when she complied. "Keep them open."
He thrust again, watching her face the entire time. "That's it," he praised her when her eyes remained on him. "I like watching you take me."
Adaar bit her lip. He was filling her, reaching deeply and blowing her mind apart. She wanted to hold him to her, to drag his head forward so she could grab an ear with her teeth. He liked that. "Untie me," she finally begged. "I want to hold you. Please."
Bull kept thrusting, slowly, staring at her. She started to wonder if he'd even heard her when he answered. "Apologize."
Her eyes narrowed slightly then closed as he increased the speed of his pushes. "No," she rasped.
So stubborn, he thought, ducking his face against her neck and giving a few quick, hard thrusts before he ceased his movements.
"No, please," Garesh moaned, and Bull could feel her voice vibrate beneath his lips. "Please don't stop. Not again!" She tried to thrust her hips up, to encourage him to resume, but he was stone still.
"I'm waiting, Inquisitor," her lover teased, driving her ever more insane with his control. He was still rock hard within her, not in the least affected, as she was. But an idea came to her mind as she remembered something from an earlier encounter. Maybe…
"Why don't you come closer," she began. "And I'll say the words you so long to hear."
Bull leaned in, pleased at being the victor. He would not admit it, but his control had been worn to a thin edge, so he was eager to finally let loose and enjoy himself.
Judging by the level of moisture and heat within her body, he was sure Garesh felt the same.
"It's about time," he quipped. "I was wondering how long you'd—" His breath caught in his throat.
Adaar had leaned in…and bitten him. Her teeth squeezed just enough to barely break the skin where his head met his neck. She wondered at what would happen. If this went the way it had last time…
His rough, guttural growl sounded in her ears, and she knew she'd won. Before the sound had even faded, his powerful hips resumed their movements, pummeling her into the mattress, just the way she liked it.
His hands gripped her thighs, urging her legs up over his shoulders and intensifying the already extreme pleasure coursing through her body.
She had discovered Bull's affinity for pleasure, accented by a small helping of pain, many months ago, and had kept that little jewel fresh in her mind for future use. It was a good thing too, because it was working gloriously.
She relinquished her hold on him to moan lowly, and her mouth was quickly busied when he sought out her kiss. Soon they were floating, cresting, and falling together.
Spent, the two Qunari stayed as they were for a time, before Bull casually reached up to the bindings on Garesh's wrists, easily releasing them. He massaged her wrists briefly, then lay back, pulling her to him.
No words were spoken, but neither did they sleep. They just reflected in companionable silence, until the Inquisitor finally spoke.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, looking up to her lover's face. Though she still felt he was in the wrong, she would not let pride become a barrier between them.
He responded with a smile, his eyes searching hers as the hearth's fire softly illuminated their faces. "Me too, Kadan," he confessed. "It was stupid of me to become so jealous."
Garesh was about to ask him when she had become Kadan in his eyes, but he leaned toward her. "You are mine," he purred before his lips found hers. "And always will be."
She'd have to take it up with him later.
I guess he's getting that necklace! :)
