Dragon Age Inquisition
F!Adaar x The Iron Bull
A/N - So this was an idea that came to me as I was playing not too long ago, when me and my party were rampaging around The Western Approach. In case you guys didn't realize, I love to write smut. I just think it's fun, so I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Age or the characters, nor do I receive compensation for this work.
Ch. 4 – Vitaar
The Inquisition was finally heading to Coravacus, an ancient Tevinter prison. They had received reports that this was the most likely source of the darkspawn plaguing the Western Approach.
Garesh Adaar and her team were making final preparations within the recently-captured Griffin Wing Keep. Knight Captain Rylen was giving her final details on the matter.
Varric was oiling and checking Bianca, talking softly to her. Cassandra was sharpening her sword with a whet stone, honing the blade to a fine edge. Everyone was keeping busy, psyching themselves up for battle.
The Inquisitor was no different; she had done the same with her daggers, cleaning and checking them and tying on their sheaths before noticing The Iron Bull was missing.
She went off to look for the warrior, heading down the stairs and past the new recruits, nodding as she was saluted here and there. She finally found him off to the side in a small alcove. He was attempting to apply vitaar to his face, Blightwasp from what she could see.
Her choice had been the Poison Spider variety. The green and white markings were smoothed from under her eyes up to her forehead, just before her curved horns. There was also a bit along the line of her jaw.
He was having some difficulty applying it apparently. As she approached, she heard him expel a frustrated breath, sitting the canister of the stuff down a little harder than was probably necessary. "Vashedan!"
She walked up behind him, stepping softly. Sliding her hands around his back, mindful of his armor, she pressed herself close to him, her breasts flattening against his back. She knew he liked that.
She stood on tip toe. "Having difficulty?" she purred against his ear. He liked that too. She felt his deep voice through his back, as he answered.
"Mmm…not usually," he responded, nodding toward an object off in the corner. "But that supposedly beneficial Elven device Solas activated is distracting. All that noise creeps me out. I hate weird magic shit."
Adaar rubbed a cheek against the hard planes of his back, his warmth flooding her chest. He was always so warm. She walked around his large body to peer into his face. "Let me help you then."
He smirked at her before nodding. "I love when you fawn over me." He loved it any time her hands were on him. He would definitely not pass up this opportunity.
She chuckled and took hold of the canister, dipping in and bringing red fingers to Bull's face. She started with his nose, smoothing the creamy substance over the bridge and smoothing it outward along his cheekbones.
She would have to apply it quickly, for soon it would harden, giving the warrior extra protection for his face.
They would additionally have to wash their faces and hands when it was all over, because the simplest brush of the stuff against anyone who was not Qunari would cause sickness. Too much, and the unfortunate person would die.
She continued, dipping her fingers and applying them to his forehead before meeting his laughing eyes. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"You," he replied. "You bite your lip when you're concentrating on something." His gaze slipped to her lips, filling with heat. "It makes me wanna suck on them." He edged closer, backing her against the table. "You got a moment, Inquisitor?"
She recognized that look, and before she could answer, he was already kissing her, smearing some of the fresh, red vitaar onto her cheeks. His tongue begged entrance, and she allowed it, her hands dropping the canister and coming up to cradle his face.
When he was aggressive like this, coming into her space like he owned it, showing how much he desired her, it was incredibly exciting. He pressed his hips against her, and she could see he was…very aroused.
Her body was highly responsive to him. "I always have a moment for you," she murmured. He would do this sometimes, finding her as if he had great need and taking her as soon as they were alone. It was exhilarating to be wanted, and now was no different.
She felt her resolve melting even as her conscience whispered accusingly at her. What about the mission?
His hands were already at her hips, thumbs dipping into either side of her breeches, attempting to jerk them down. She snapped out of it, albeit briefly. "Bull!" she exclaimed as she pulled her lips from his.
She brought a hand up and grabbed his wrist when he would have already had her pants down.
"What are you doing?!" He was determined, and she cast her eyes about. So far, none of the soldiers was near. She could hear them training well away. Still…"We can't do this here!"
"Yes," Bull hissed against her neck. "Here." He was breathing harder now. He removed her hand as he pulled back to catch her eye, slipping his fingers into her breeches, immediately finding her folds wet and warm. "Now," he rasped, watching the sensations play about Adaar's face.
The loss of his fingers made her open her eyes again, and she saw that he he'd bent down to remove one of her boots, slipping her bare leg from her pants.
He stayed down there for a bit, tasting and teasing her sex with his lips and tongue. She nearly fell off balance as dizzy pleasure gripped her.
Giving her a quick nip on the thigh, he came back up and caught her mouth, sipping from her eagerly. The slight taste of herself on his tongue was her undoing.
She was so turned on, and she didn't resist when he opened her leather jacket and eased her shirt apart, exposing her breasts. He mouthed a nipple while he eased her hips onto the table.
Her hands automatically went to his belt, loosening it. The armor slipped from his hips to his ankles with ease, and he was between her thighs without delay, rubbing his hardness against her.
"We'd best keep quiet," she whispered hotly against his mouth, resigned. His tongue delved deeply, effectively silencing her. His hips gyrated against her, and one of his hands grasped her wrist and moved it between them.
She read his message as he took to mouthing her neck. Her fingers went to wrap around his hard, solid length, positioning him. Bull made a pleased sound as he rocked his hips forward, entering her smoothly.
Ah, she was so wet, dripping and hot even faced with the chance of being caught. It blew Bull's mind and bolstered his ego that she desired him so. He'd make sure she didn't regret it.
Adaar sighed, her eyes closing in ecstasy. He locked onto her neck, and her mind vaguely thought of how there would be a mark left behind before being swamped with pleasure.
One of his hands was on her ass, guiding her into his thrusts as the table shook with their activities. The other secured a leg, pulling it high up on his hip.
She tried to keep as quiet as possible, and so far it was working, but as the pleasure built within her groin, it became more difficult. He was penetrating so deeply, so fully, and it was good…very good.
Soon, she was moaning, and Bull had to cover her mouth again to keep her cries muffled. His hips started to piston and pound into her, and before long she felt herself coming hard around him, squeezing him as her hips bucked against him.
He didn't slow, and when he finally climaxed, he gripped the flesh above her shoulder, his teeth gnashing against her as he grunted his release. They stayed that way for some time, slowly coming down from their mutual high.
Finally, Bull backed away, pulling out of her and making sure she was steady as she stepped down from the table. Looking around, he pulled his pants up, then helped her get her appearance back in order.
"Well, Inquisitor," he said with a smirk. "I think I'm ready to go now. I feel like I could fight a dragon right about now." He stretched his shoulders and legs, energized.
Garesh smiled as she finished securing her boot before standing, her smile freezing on her face. "I don't think we'll be doing that today, Bull. Look at your vitaar!"
He went to the mirror, and let out a hoot of laughter. The red stuff was smeared all over his face, its once great purpose as armor now dashed. "I guess not," he laughed. When he saw his lover's disgruntled expression, he shrugged, then pointed. "I don't think you're any better off, Kadan."
Confused, the Inquisitor walked to the same mirror and gasped. His vitaar had also rubbed off on her. It was all over her face, ruining her own markings, and all over her neck.
She could imagine the substance was all over her shoulder, breasts and womanhood as well.
"Dammit, Bull!" she griped. "What am I supposed to tell our companions?"
Bull shrugged, his smile awkward. "I'm sure you'll think of something. You're the Inquisitor, right?" She slapped his shoulder, hurting her hand more than actually doing him any damage.
Cassandra finished polishing her sharpened sword and sheathed it, stowing the whet stone in her bag. She looked up. Varric seemed ready as well. But where was the Inquisitor? Where was Bull for that matter?
Varric glanced up, his gaze fixed on something, and she saw his expression turn from one of surprise to that of knowing amusement.
When she followed his line of sight, Cassandra saw the Inquisitor approaching, and she looked…weird to say the least. There was a red material all over her. But hadn't she already done her markings earlier? What..?
Then she saw The Iron Bull walking behind her, an awkward smile on his face. His markings were obviously the source of all that red.
"So," Garesh began. "I'm thinking we'll have to delay the start of our mission over at Coravacus." She rubbed the back of her neck, mirroring the gesture commander Cullen used so often when he was nervous.
"You see, I have to get this vitaar off, or it is going to harden. Uh, that's not a good thing if it's not where it's supposed to be, and it takes time to get it off, so…tomorrow, okay?"
Cassandra and Varric looked at each other, the dwarf ever amused. Cassandra looked back at the Inquisitor, but she was already walking away in the direction of her temporary quarters. Bull smiled at them, shrugged, and followed her.
The Seeker glanced back at Varric and, seeing him reach into his bag to pull out a quill and paper, made a disgusted noise.
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