Dragon Age Inquisition

F!Adaar x The Iron Bull

A/N - Conclusion of the prompt by two readers to have Adaar kidnapped. Hope you like it. Warning: graphic depictions of violence. Oh, and sex, so NSFW.

WARNING: contains graphic depictions of violence

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Age or the characters, nor do I receive compensation for this work.

Ch. 11 – Rivain – pt. 2

Bull woke slowly when he no longer felt his lover next to him. It was still dark judging by the lack of light coming though the window. He sat up with a frown. Where'd she go?

He waited a few minutes. Perhaps she'd gone to the privy or down to the tavern to ask for something..? But he couldn't stifle the cold feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Bull had never ignored his gut before. He didn't intent to start now. He got up, pulling on his pants.

Opening the door to their room carefully, he checked the hall. Not a soul was in sight. He walked down to where the privy was. The door was ajar, but Garesh was not there.

Where the hell was she?! He went far enough down the stairs to scan the tavern, where revelers, a smaller but no less generous gathering, were still drinking and carousing. She wasn't down there either.

Bull was starting to feel generally alarmed now. He strode back up the stairs and to his companions' room, pounding on the door. He heard a feminine exclamation of "Shit!" before the door was opened by a sleep-disheveled Dorian.

"Maker…what could it possibly be at this hour?!" the mage asked sourly. When he saw Bull's expression however, he grew more attentive. "What is it?" he asked with growing alarm.

"Garesh…she's missing."

"Are you sure?"

"I've looked all downstairs, the privy…she's nowhere to be found. Get dressed. We're going to search for her." He turned on his heel without waiting for an answer, hearing Sera swearing and asking Dorian what was going on.

Back in his room, he donned his armor and strapped on his ax, noting that pieces of the Inquisitor's armor were still laying about their room where they'd flung it. His stomach lurched with worry.

He knew her. She'd never leave without first alerting her team or, at the very least, him. Someone had taken her, and he had a good idea who. He just had to make sure.

When he stepped out into the hall, Dorian and Sera, fully dressed and armed, were waiting for him. Sera looked worried, and it was further proven by her sullen silence. The trio descended the stairs, and Bull immediately went to the barkeep, this one a younger Antivan man.

"Have you seen my partner, a female Qunari?" he asked, watching for the facial cues that would tell him if the man lied. "Have you seen her, or any other Qunari since you came in?"

The barkeep nodded almost before Bull was finished asking. "Sì. They came in at about sunset. Hung about in the tavern for a while, then went up the stairs even though they paid for no room. One stayed near the bottom of the stairs while the other two ascended. Seemed very suspicious to me. "

Bull considered this for a moment. "Did you see them leave?"

"No," the barkeep responded. "But then again, there is a back exit on the same floor you came from. Perhaps they left that way? I wasn't paying attention the whole time. They came in during a particularly busy time of the evening. I did manage to see the one brute near the stairs leave out the front door, without his friends."

Very suspicious, Bull agreed. He nodded his thanks and turned to Dorian and Sera. "You two head out the front. I'll go back upstairs and check for any sign of her at the other exit."

Having given his directions, he ended up at the back door the barkeep had described. The entry looked pristine with no signs of anything amiss. When he opened it to leave however, he saw that one of the handrails had been violently dislodged, as if kicked.

He could see a smudge against the wall, and when he leaned in to smell it, he caught the faint, pungent scent of sweat. Perhaps it was a struggle? As he descended down the stairs to the ground, he could see that the Earth had been disturbed as well.

It had to have been Garesh fighting her captors. That's my girl, Bull thought to himself with a smile. The struggle, if she continued, would have left signs he could track. He set to work doing so right away.

Dorian and Sera joined him, informing him of exactly what he had thought. There was no sign of Garesh near the front entrance to the inn. When he informed them of what he'd found, Dorian was quick to produce fire for Bull to see by, as he continued to examine the ground.

Soon, he was able to make out a trail, not just from a struggling Inquisitor, but from the foot prints of her kidnappers. The trio began to follow. It seemed that the Qunari had moved as quickly as they could, with intermittent struggles.

Eventually the steps got unexpectedly faster, missing one set of prints, Garesh's.

Bull drew his conclusions. They had either tired of Garesh's struggles, and had tied her up, or…he shook his head. He wouldn't entertain those kinds of thoughts. He would find her.

They tailed the Qunari for over an hour, and as the trail started to get closer to the sea, Bull feared that perhaps the Beresaad had taken Garesh to a ship. If that had happened, she would be lost to him.

His heart was pounding when they started to hear noises. Quickly motioning for Dorian to douse his fire, the three took to crouching along the ground. Bull waved them back as he crawled forward toward the noises. Soon a fire came into sight, and the three Qunari in question were there.

The noises were coming from a gagged and bound Garesh. She was tied to a tree, her sleeping shirt the only bit of clothing she wore. Bull had to suppress a growl at the thought that these assholes had seen parts of his lover reserved for his eyes alone.

Bull surveyed the scene, mapping out the best plan of attack. He could have Sera snipe with her arrows with Dorian providing support, giving him an opening to come in with his axe. Or maybe Dorian could freeze the bastards, leaving them helpless long enough for him to shatter them. Or maybe he could—

His attention snapped toward movement. One of them, Ashaad, was approaching Garesh. Her hands were tied with a leather thong strung up over a low-lying branch of a tree. Her feet were fettered as well.

Bull's eye narrowed, and he cocked his head to listen. She was completely helpless. If he touched her… He took a deep breath, trying to draw on his Ben-Hassrath training to keep himself calm.

"Tamassran," Ashaad started. "You have yet another opportunity to return to the Qun. We will take you back to Kont-aar, where you will submit. Your Inquisition presents us with an opportunity, if you give us the information we seek."

Garesh glowered at him, her face like that of stone. Bull felt pride well up inside him at the strong resolve she showed.

The other Qunari removed the piece of cloth serving as a gag and waited, obviously expecting her to furnish the requested information. But she did naught but stare at him. He asked her again, bringing his face closer in an attempt to intimidate her.

But the Inquisitor was silent as stone, her eyes cold glass in their sockets as they stared him down.

The frustration was mounting, and even though Ashaad tried to hide it, Bull could see his brewing anger in his movements as he stalked about. Finally, the male came back to stand in front of her, his face spelling trouble.

"We have ways, techniques, that will get you to spill your secrets," Ashaad growled. "It would be against everything in me to hurt a Tamassran, but for the Qun I would do this thing."

"I keep telling you," Garesh muttered in an equally menacing voice that was rising in volume. "I am not a fucking Tamassran!" Bull smiled. Apparently his influence was spreading.

Ashaad stepped forward to grip her chin firmly. "As far as we are concerned, you are. And when we return you to the Qun, you will be from then on." He stepped back to gaze at her body, barely covered by her sleep wear.

"Perhaps they will put you with the Priestesses in the pleasure temple. If that comes to pass, I will make sure to visit…often."

He maintained his grip on her chin while his other hand moved down to her chest. Holding her eyes, he slowly placed his hand over her breast, palming and squeezing her.

Garesh let out a harsh cry and spit in his face just in time for an arrow to whiz by, catching one of the subordinate Beresaad in the chest, killing him instantly. Ashaad jumped back, drawing his weapon. His other soldier went still as he attempted to stand, ice glistening on his frozen face.

Bull was already moving, the Edge in hand, his snarl sounding over the increasing sounds of commotion. He drew on his Reaver skills, barreling through the shrubs and underbrush that bordered the Qunari camp and summoning a Ring of Pain as he arrived at his goal.

With a vicious, downward swing, he shattered the frozen soldier then turned to stare at the other Qunari. Ashaad could see his death in the Bull's eyes. He'd heard of the former Ben-Hassrath, had known about his many triumphs and legendary feats. There was no way he could best him in battle.

Nevertheless, Ashaad would not yield. He prepared to face him.

Bull waited, an honorable warrior despite his fall from grace in the Qun. When his foe took ready position, the two began, circling each other and looking for openings. Dorian and Sera ran in, staying out of the way of the combatants.

Sera produced a small knife, cutting the ties that held the Inquisitor. Dorian supported Garesh as she fell forward, her arms like limp noodles. "My dear, are you alright?" Dorian asked, his face drawn with anger and concern for his friend.

Garesh stood up slowly, trying to regain her balance. She stretched her arms and massaged her wrists. "I'm fine. Just need some water," she told him.

"I can do much better than that," Dorian replied, producing a health potion. She quickly drank, and the mage guided her to sit, her back against a tree as he checked her over.

Sera was seething, cheering Bull on as he battled. "Yeah! Kick that shit's ass!" The temptation was there to end things at the tip of her arrow, but she'd seen the way the Ashaad had groped Adaar. This was Bull's fight.

The two were fighting furiously, and though Bull had sustained a few shallow cuts, Ashaad had a large cut in his thigh that was bleeding profusely.

Garesh felt the health potion working, revitalizing her tired, dehydrated muscles. She could feel Dorian's hands checking for any bruises or other injuries. His hands…

Another pair of hands flashed in her mind's eye, unwanted hands on her face, grasping, and on her breasts, trespassing where only one other was welcome. She stood, a new purpose in her posture.

Sera turned when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked into the face of the Inquisitor, whose attention was on the two fighting Qunari. "Sera," she said. "Your daggers, please."

She held her hands up, expecting no objections. She got none, and in another moment, both daggers were in her hands. The Inquisitor tested the weights of them in her hands. Very good.

She called to her lover. "Bull!" The two males paused in their battle, sweat glistening on them with the light of the fire. Bull remained attuned to his enemy, though he listened to her. "He's mine."

Bull's jaw clenched. He wanted Ashaad, badly. His mind replayed that moment repeatedly in his mind, that moment when this dead man put his hands on what was his. It had been disrespectful, a violation, and unforgiveable.

But if Garesh wanted to have this one's head, it was her right. She was the one most insulted after all.

Bull lowered his weapon into a guard position and stepped back. "He's all yours, Kadan."

Garesh approached slowly, her companions at her back. She considered Ashaad for a moment. She had no interest in hand to hand combat, or an honorable contest of wills. She was a rogue, and she would fight like one.

She leaned over to Dorian. "Why don't we have some fun? I think a hunt would fit the occasion. Would you scare up our prey, my dear Necromancer?" The mage smiled, understanding.

"Why, of course," he replied, his arms rising, staff in hand. He'd have to make sure to enhance the affect. Qunari were known for their iron will, and illusions didn't often work on them, but Dorian could do it. "This will be interesting."

Suddenly, almost effortlessly, he cast Horror.

At first, it seemed to have no effect on Ashaad. But then, slowly, the claws of fear started to work on the warrior. And for the first time in his life, Bull witnessed a Qunari who was deathly afraid.

Ashaad bolted away from them, running full tilt, frenzied, into the woods. Bull stared at him as he ran, so astounded he nearly forgot his purpose. Garesh came to stand next to him. "Ready?" she asked, an anticipatory smile on her face.

He returned her grin. "Always."

With that, Garesh motioned to Sera, and the two rogues faded into stealth. Dorian started forward, as did Bull, who began tracking. The path was one any layman could follow, what with the fearful rampage Ashaad was on.

"We'll have to catch him soon," Dorian commented. "The spell will hold him but for a short time."

"Oh, don't worry," Bull answered. "I don't really think it matters. When she gets that look on her face, it usually means that nothing will stop her, and that something or someone is going to die."

Dorian nodded. He'd seen that look before. "Then let the hunt begin."

Ashaad ran for a length of time he had no concept of. Everywhere he turned there were monsters, beasts he'd never seen, frightening beasts that boggled and filled his mind with delirium. He finally stopped at a river, large and swift-moving.

He searched for a way to cross, any way that would get him away from these horrors. He needed to make it back to the Antaam, back to Kont-aar and the safety of other warriors who could protect him.

The water was too fast, and when he stepped in he could already feel the pull of the current. There would be no crossing here. He stalked up the bank, looking for any route that would be his salvation.

Soon his mind, befuddled as it was, started to clear little by little. The shadows didn't seem as large and menacing, the sounds of the night less unnatural. Perhaps all was well. Perhaps he was safe—

He was thrown forward, nearly losing his feet as he felt white-hot pain break out in twin spots in his back. Cringing, he staggered and turned. The Tamassran, no, the Inquisitor, had stabbed him. She stood solid, staring, her daggers dripping his life's blood onto the riverbank.

Ashaad was having trouble breathing, and perhaps the delirium he thought had passed was still upon him, for she disappeared from his vision. In her place stood his adversary from before, as clear as day.

He prepared himself for another fight. "I do not fear you, Tal-Vashoth!" he managed to choke out of lungs filling with blood. He raised his valo-kas, his arms growing visibly weaker. But he would not falter. "Nehraa Qun!" A whistle cut the air, punctuated by a moist thunk.

He gasped as an arrow caught him in the shoulder, the pain nearly blinding him as it disabled his arm. Off to the left side of his vision, and elf appeared from the shadows, her impish grin making her look as a demon.

Ashaad swept the area with his eyes, seeing his enemies for what he knew would be the last time. The elf, the human saarebas, they were of no consequence. But the Inquisitor, she looked on with no sympathy, no mercy in her eyes.

Ashaad's mouth turned up a fraction. Perhaps she was of the Qun after all. Then the Iron Bull stepped forward, his face much the same but for the simmering rage behind his eyes. His wounds were minor, nowhere as severe as Ashaad's, but he had gleaned strength from his injuries, as was his specialty.

As Bull drew up next to Garesh, he scowled at his enemy. How he longed to be the one to do it, to give him death and emptiness. But he had to yield to Garesh. This was her call. "Boss?" he inquired.

She hefted the daggers in her hands. It was all too easy, killing, especially when it was a deserved demise. But she knew her lover. His pride demanded blood, the blood of an adversary, however unworthy.

She remembered his shame at his treatment by this one, his face full of unshed emotion his beloved Qun discouraged him from feeling. No, she would not deny him this small satisfaction.

So she turned to Bull, her hand pressing hotly against his shoulder, smearing the blood there. His breathing was making his shoulders rise and fall. He was excited. "Be my guest," she murmured to him.

It was all the permission Bull needed. With a bestial roar, he raised his Edge, bringing it down quickly and following through. Ashaad's horned head fell, rolling and tripping over the fauna, coming to rest on the bank just before it could enter the water.

Bull watched the limp, headless body fall. Standing over the corpse, he studied the vitaar and armor, and remembered. "Anaam esaam Qun," he muttered mockingly before spitting on the corpse.

The Beresaad leader may have died honorably, but he possessed no honor, not truly. Fuck him.

Bull moved away from the body. It was nothing but an empty shell now. It was time to tend to the living. He went to Garesh, re-fixing his weapon on his back.

"Kadan, how are you holding up?" He placed a hand on her back.

Garesh handed the daggers back to Sera. "I'll be alright," she murmured tiredly. Then her knees buckled. She gasped in surprise, unused to fatigue so severe.

Bull caught her, hefting her up and pulling her against his chest. He'd take her to task for causing all this trouble later, when she felt better. "Let's get you back to the inn."

That said they left the scene, getting the Inquisitor to safety.

Garesh woke off and on, once when she was being slowly lowered into hot bathwater. Bull had clutched her close in his arms, whispering comforts in her ear. She'd promptly returned to the Fade as he washed her.

It was the morning sun in her eyes that woke her. She was on her side, turned toward the window. She blinked a few times, clearing her eyes and taking in the scene around her. Gone was the cold night air, too-tight bindings, and unwelcome hands.

Instead was the thick arm of her lover, wrapped around her naked belly, his body pressed against her. He held her in a tight, inescapable embrace that made her feel utterly safe and protected. She hadn't realized she'd needed to feel that way, how much her abduction had affected her.

She sighed, closing her eyes in contentment.

"Don't ever do that again," she heard, and felt, her lover say in a sleep-roughened voice. His other hand moved over her, reaching across her chest to hold her more securely. "I don't get scared, Kadan, not truly, but when I woke up to find you gone, and you didn't come back…"

She clung to his arms, unsure what to say. When she felt his lips on the back of her neck, his nose nudging aside her white, tousled tresses, she felt her eyes burn with tears she wouldn't let fall.

"I'm sorry, Bull," she whispered. "I went to use the privy, confident that all was well. That's when something was slipped over my face. I struggled, fought them, but whatever they had used weakened me. I eventually woke up in their camp. It never occurred to me that they would stay in the inn to wait for me."

"It should always occur to you," Bull growled, unmoved. They could have hurt her, raped her, even killed… "You are the Inquisitor. You should expect enemies to be everywhere! Do you know how many people across Thedas want you dead?!"

The whole ordeal had frightened him more than he cared to admit, and it made him ashamed, embarrassed, and angry. How could she have been so foolish? If she were anyone else, he'd have made them pay for making him bare his weakness like that. Wait...

She wasn't anyone else…but he could still make her pay.

He dragged his hand over her breast, caressing her. Her breath stuck in her throat, and her surprise was evident when she felt him tug a nipple. It started out gentle, cajoling, his hands urging her body to waken.

When she began to writhe against him, pushing her backside against his hardening erection, his other hand slid down her stomach to cup her sex. His fingers began their magic, and soon she was moaning and trembling in his arms.

All was well, and then his gentle hand on her breast pinched, hard. She grunted, the pain shooting up her spine. He pinched and pulled, his hand moving in sinfully-wonderful ways even as his other hand worked with bruising intensity.

She reached back to grab at his hardness as it rubbed against her back. But he abandoned her breast to stop her. "No," he said shortly. "You don't get to control this. Foolish females don't get to control anything." He released her, and she obediently let her hand fall to rest on his thigh.

That same hand that had stopped her not a moment ago, grabbed her thigh and lifted it, moving it up and back to rest on his own outer leg. He played with her now exposed opening a little more before he eased up behind her and sank himself inside her with one hard, sure thrust.

"Ah!" she gasped. The pleasure was sharp and sweet, rolling her eyes in their sockets. She arched her back to give him better access. He settled himself against her and began thrusting, his movements quick and powerful.

He gave her no quarter, and when she tried to signal him to slow, she received a bite to the flesh above her shoulder for her trouble. His hand continued to play with her pressing and pinching her engorged flesh mercilessly.

He was angry, she knew. She could feel it in his hard grip on her, in the thrusts that were borderline painful. But as harsh as his treatment was, she loved it. She reveled in his dominance and violence. It pleased her like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

And so Bull brought her to her first orgasm, his mouth still gripping her, his hips never stopping. When he raised his face from her, she was on the cusp of another climax.

"Promise me," he groaned against her, his own pleasure mounting. "Promise me you'll wake me next time, any time you need to leave." He rose up, shifting himself over her thigh to straddle it while she remained on her side, and continued thrusting as he held her other leg. "Promise me, Kadan."

She moaned breathlessly, her fingers clenching in the sheets of the shaking bed. "I promise."

It wasn't enough, not after how she'd worried him. "Promise what?" His hips started to smack violently against her, and she thought she'd die from the intensity of the painful pleasure building in her loins. The bed was growing wet. "Tell me!"

"I promise," she gasped. "Oh, my—ah! I promise!" Her mind was spinning. "I'll wake you!" Her legs were shaking. It wouldn't be long. "I won't leave without you knowing. I promise!"

"Good girl," Bull purred, pulling her legs up to his shoulders and leaning over her for deeper penetration. It took few hard thrusts, three, four, five, before she flew apart in his arms. Her sex clenched down on him, the contractions intensifying his own pleasure, throwing him into his own release.

He grit his teeth and thrust into her one last time, his body joining hers in spasms. When the shudders finally abated, he plopped down beside her to catch his breath. As the minutes ticked by, the two finally relaxed.

Garesh glanced at Bull. He was on his back, head pillowed on his hands, staring at the ceiling as though his mind were a hundred miles away.

She slid over, curling herself up against him. He continued to be lost in his thoughts, but he curled an arm around her shoulders.

His face was hard, frown lines between his brows. His mouth wasn't frowning, but was drawn into a straight line of disapproval. Garesh thought it cute that he sulked, but she knew not to show it, not now.

Instead, she placed a palm flat on his chest, feeling his heart still pounding. "I'm so sorry, Kadan," she murmured. "I mean it. I will alert you first and foremost if I need to leave your side to do anything when we're away from Skyhold, especially at night. You have my word."

Bull glanced at her. "I've never felt that way before, Garesh. When I thought you were gone, and my mind started to think up horrible things, about being without you forever, my heart stopped. If something happened to you…" He sighed, shutting his eye briefly. "I don't know what I would do."

"Then don't think about that," she said. "Don't think of what might have happened. Think of here, now, where I am. I'm with you, next to you, and all yours." She kissed his chest.

It seemed to make him feel better, because he pulled her closer, lifting her face with a gentle finger.

His gaze held hers with an intensity she'd never seen before. "I love you, Kadan," he murmured roughly, and he showed her just how much for the rest of the morning.

Adaar watched her lover as he slept. His features were calm, but a shadow still lingered between his eyes. She had known she meant something special to Bull, had known that he would die to protect her. But when he'd told her he loved her…that was when it really sunk in just how much she meant to him, had become real.

He had an arm across her middle, a hand grasping her hip. Even in his sleep he was protective, possessive. No one had ever been that way with her. Growing up, she had learned to depend only on herself. Now she had this strong, powerful warrior who would slaughter anything and anyone who threatened her.

And he loved her. She was truly blessed.

She moved her hand to lightly stroke Bull's sleeping head. She never wanted to leave his side again. And she never would.

"I love you too," she whispered, closing her eyes and snuggling back against him.

As she fell asleep, Bull's eye remained closed, but a little smile played about his lips.

Qunlat translations:

valo-kas = great sword

Nehraa Qun =For the Qun

Anaam esaam Qun =Victory is in the Qun