Chapter 7
It was dark outside, an eerie silence fell over Skyhold as Nyree crept to the dungeons. A moment of her time? Ha! The herald of Andrastae's time was everyone's but her own. What started as 'one issue' snowballed as more and more of her people demanded her time. I need this item! I want you to go here! This was when Bull came to her and made all the stress go away. He just knew what she needed and gave it to her with no thought for himself, well, some thought. Nyree feared what would happen to their relationship once this blood lust was over. Would he shrug it off, make a joke and be back to business as usual. Or would he retreat into himself, scared that she's seen him more bare than any soul alive?
Nyree tiptoed past the sleeping Krem. Poor soul was out cold, he needed the rest. Into the dark black cells she turned the lock. Iron Bull was asleep on his cot, still under the effects of Vivienne's potion. He stirred in his sleep and Nyree wondered if he was dreaming of her. The way his manhood twitched and the soft groans coming from his throat make her smile. She lay down beside him, moving his huge arm to cuddle into his chest. He was totally out of it. Her fingers played over his broad chest, his skin burning hot. She was cold from walking in the night air and hoped the coldness soothed him. She kissed his scarred face and he sighed gently. An idea crossed Nyree's mind and she smiled at Bull lovingly. Moving down she placed herself between his legs and slid his breeches down to his ankles. She took a sip out the cold water jug next to her, rolling it about, cooling her mouth. Grasping Bull's member in one hand she leaned her head and licked the sensitive tip, he made a whimpering noise and she took his head in her mouth, licking and nipping at his skin. She felt his heartbeat quicken and matched the pace, taking as much of his manhood in her mouth as she could manage. The noises he mad drove her wild, and she lent more on him to stop his hips coming up to meet her. She thought back to their earlier liaison, his panting moans as he held back just long enough to bring her. Nyree maintained her speed and grip, it wouldn't be long now.
In his dreams the temptress came to him. Her glowing skin hurt his eye but he couldn't keep away. She was marvellous, sliding her soft cold skin under his bulk, letting him ride her as hard as he wanted. She held onto his horns and he felt his orgasm building. A flash and he was in his cot, his glowing lover disappeared, he couldn't think. An other flash and she was there again that same evil smile he worshipped. His orgasm took him by surprise and he yelled out, once again the golden temptress faded from view. He blinked his eye, and tried to control his breathing. That was far too intense for a dream. He blinked again and saw yellow hair covering his nether-regions. Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft and he closed his eye, he was going to come again, the second wave crashing over him. He moaned his loves name and went to move his hand to touch her hair. They responded, his arms were free. He ran his fingers over her silky hair, and the blood lust flared again, he had her! Now was his chance!
Nyree froze in place, Iron Bull had just touched her, he wasn't meant to be awake. Shit! Shit! Shit! She saw the blood lust come over him like an orleasian puts on their mask,
"Bull," she whispered. He was clenching the sides of his cot the wood started to splinter. He had finally succumbed, Iron Bull, the man she loved, was there no more.
