The campfire burned bright against the faces of those gathered around its warmth, it waged a silent war with the darkness of night. Its heat caressed each of the people who encircled, they fed it in return. They were oblivious and at the same time helpful to the fire's war. The Qunari with stars that shone between his large, skyward horns. The fine featured elf who chatted with the camp's requisition scout. The tall, dark human whose smile never ceased. And the stressed dwarf who burned inside.
They had cleared the Hinterlands of fighting and banditry weeks ago, but Solas had approached her asking for a favor. He had done so much for the Inquisition and nothing else needed immediate attention. Wars were like that, hurry up and wait…and bedlam. Each side regrouping, setting plans in motion, all for a single chaotic moment of fear, pain and blood.
Tempest had had enough of blood and pain.
So when Solas had asked to revisit a specific set of ruins in the Hinterlands for no more than a day or two, Tempest agreed readily. A few days to just be herself in good company sounded nice.
Solas stood up slowly and stretched down to grasp his fallen stave. With a nod, he excused himself to gather what he would need to for dreaming within the ruin not far from the serene lake they'd camped by. The newly emptied slot on the log nearest to the scout was claimed by another mage, however this one wore the sun-kissed visage of his Tevinter homeland. Tempest nearly groaned as Dorian stole the attention of the human scout who was their advance-man for this section of the Hinterlands. The old, bearded scout wanted to hear exactly the same thing as the forward scout before him and the one before that. The story about her. Their Inquisitor, their Herald. A part of her story anyways.
"… so Jim pissed himself and ran out of the rotunda. Now mind you I wasn't that frightened myself, but it was a shocking sight! There she was, surrounded by crackling green lighting. Like some avenging being sent by the Maker…"
Tempest did her best to tune Dorian out, but the events played behind her closed eyelids. Not that she minded the Maker. Nonetheless, she had always preferred Andraste of the two. Even then she was never very religious. Who wanted a Maker that had abandoned them anyways? Still, Tempest once again was forced into the role of The Herald of Andraste by events out of her control. This time by a messenger who now was permanently assigned to privy pot duty. Rumor spread on swift wings through Skyhold, especially when there was more than one witness. Leliana had not been pleased in the least by her Fade enhanced temper tantrum at first, until Josie had done her magic and created the re-scripted version of events. The green lightning orb was a further sign of her divine grace. 'Andraste's eternal flame'. So later that week when the two mages needed to run a few tests, Josephine made it a spectacle rather than a hidden affair. She announced it as a religious event that was open to the public. She even managed to 'sell' the best seats to visiting dignitaries.
The crafty ambassador and her nefarious, raven wielding cohort were nothing short of a miracle themselves. They dressed Dorian and a protesting Solas in circle robes. Minus the heavy symbols of enslavement, which they used to bear. Josie even managed to find a sparkling, white Andrastian robe that she insisted Tempest wear. After twenty or so pin pricks, it was fitted to her body and only dragged behind her by two feet. They had Mother Giselle bring out her most extravagant gown and religiously iconic jewelry to guide the service. The upper and lower courtyards were packed with people who wanted to watch this 'ceremony of blessings'. Ser Cullen was coerced into having an honor guard clear a path from the main doors of the Keep across the upper baily and up the stairs to the top of the guardhouse. Tempest smiled about how the smooth Antivan lady had called in her bargaining chip from the last hand of Wicked Grace the Commander had lost. So a regiment was selected, trained and polished to attend her that day and any other events that would follow. Even with only three days preparation, even the honor guard had perfected a synchronous sword salute.
Hemmed in as she was, Tempest had no choice but to go along with the affair. It was decided this event was to 'show' the Maker's love for all his children. Dwarves, elves and mages included. Not that Tempest was against the idea of opening the minds and hopefully the hearts of the faithful. But to say she was more than a little worried as she climbed those stairs would be an understatement. Her heart still pounded in her chest at the memory of the very public assent. Knowing at the top they intended to call lightning down from the heavens onto her. What if it had went wrong? What if they fried the only being capable of closing the rifts? What was the world to do? However posturing was deemed a reward worth the risk. The top of the gate house was selected for its visibility, size and that it was made of only stone. So it was obvious to her that precautions were being taken for everyone's safety but that did little to quell her trepidation.
"Atop the tower, the Reverend Mother stood and her strong voice rang over Skyhold calling to those faithful gathered. She sanctified the Herald of Andraste who then knelt to receive and bless them all with Andraste's everlasting flame. The six accompanying mages called to the heavens, to the Maker and his Bride, to send down lightning to spark the flame of Andraste's Eternal Fire that resided inside her Herald." Dorian paused as he done many times previously for dramatic effect before he continued. "The lightning came down upon her so fierce it blinded all those present but as the lightning faded there she stood engulfed in the eternal green flames of Andraste. Beautifully untouched by the lightning, her sanctified red hair flew free about her. She recited the Canticle of Victoria. She summoned to the faithful, she gave them Andraste's blessing. She laid offerings of benediction on a child of each race upon the face of Thedas, man and woman. Qunari and…"
Tempest opened her eyes, the bright dazzle of the fire blazed across her vision as she stood up and dusted off her bottom. She knew the end of the story, even as exaggerated as Dorian told it and had no need to stay up any further. It was strange how people could see her as holy, but not connect that divine entity to the short, redheaded dwarf that sat across the fire from them. That was until someone brought attention to her. Iron Bull did that at the first campsite while they traveled here and nearly received a bloody lip for his trouble. He did not repeat his transgression.
Tempest grinned at the thought as her gaze was caught by Solas who strode over to her side his bedroll under arm. "Inquisitor, if I can have a word?"
"Of course Solas." Tempest grinned, remembering how indignant he looked to be forced into clothing that was so antithesis to his beliefs. She was no happier in her 'holy reignments'. That day she had never felt closer to the elf as they both were set and staged to further gain the hearts and minds of the people. She owed him more than just a trip to sleep in a ruin.
"Master Wibbly tells me the bear population has been very active near the ruins I intend to explore. And though I am capable of defending myself, I would ask for Master Wibbly to accompany me to sit guard."
"I don't see why not. With the three of us here I am sure we can handle anything short of a Fade rift opening on top of us. Even then I give us high odds of holding on long enough to close the blasted thing. Once that's done, it's only clean up left. Go. Frolic in the Fade to your heart's content." Turning her gaze back across the fire, she called out to the seated scout digesting the tale Dorian had fed him. She tried to keep her smile from developing into a full grin as she winked at Solas from the corner of her eye. "Scout Wibbly, please bring back my Fade expert, sans imbedded bear claws."
Scout Wibbly swiftly stood with only the slightest wobble. "I would be pleased as pie to sit watch for you, Ser Solas." He said with a set of quick nods and then began to gather up his gear.
"Speaking about cleaning, I happen to have some chainmail that may or may not be mud incrusted and in need of attention. See you all in the morning." She said as she turned around and stepped into her red tent.
Dorian and Iron Bull stood just in front of the large pavilion they called home whilst in the field. They canted their voices as low as they could as they spoke.
"Everything ready, Kadan?" Iron Bull asked as he lifted the tent flap and stepped inside. It had been transformed with meticulous care from a place to crash after a long day of fighting into a colorful boudoir, a purposely planned pillowy haven for lovers. Decadent food lay out on small trays within easy reach if one were lounging nearby. Three fluted glasses stood empty on a low table beside a full, sparkling bottle. It had been easy for the extra luxuries to overtake them on the trail as the team had been stopped in at every town and village. The people wanted to thank their Herald and with a few well-called favors, news of her arrival always proceeded them.
"Indeed, it is entirely set. All that is needed now is a certain redhead and my dashing self." Dorian said with a flip of his sculpted hair to emphasize. A shadow crossed his features and his self-assured façade cracked just the smallest bit before he recovered his bravado. "Bull, don't open the shimmer wine. I don't know how long it will take to persuade her to join us, but have no fear. That girl knows she needs it. All I must do is convince her that we are the answer for her tension." Said Dorian as he skirted the dimming fire and made his way across the camp to where her tent was set up overlooking the Cliffside.
Iron Bull watched as Tempest flung the tent flap open for her best friend to duck into. The low slope of the shelter left only a finger's breadth clearance for his ebony locks as he took a step inside. The last bit Iron Bull saw of Dorian as he stooped into the mysterious red tent was the tail of his distinctly fetching blue cape. The ex-mercenary's warm breath came out in a gush of wind as he sighed. Iron Bull shifted his weight from foot to foot as he measured the likelihood of being caught, if he were to creep over and press an ear to the canvas. Qunari were not built for stealth for the most part, and Iron Bull had never been particularly sneaky. Now that he had the metal ankle brace fitted properly it no longer jingled but the Ben-Hasrath in him knew he would likely be found out by the redheaded rogue inside the little scarlet tent.
As soon as his lover had disappeared inside it, the doubts of the situation came foremost to his mind. How would she react? Would this ruin the trust and friendship between them all? Would Dorian be able to go through with the planned event whole heartedly? He just didn't know, the variables with women were something no spy had ever really cracked. Sworn virginal Nobles' daughters were often the first to beg a ride from the Bull, versus the bawdy barmaids to whom he would whisper an invitation, only to have them murmur back that they were saving themselves for their wedding night with some lucky village lad. Bull slowly pondered the mysteries of women as he strolled back into their pavilion, with a bemused smile on his face.
Dorian paced the length of their shared tent nervously, his toes skirting past the large, soft pillows strewn about.
"Kadan, sit back take it easy! It's not every day that your best, gay friend asks you to bang. She just needs some time to think about this, just like she said." Dorian came to a stop beside the sturdy round table and matching chairs, one of which was occupied by his huge Qunari lover. They stared intently at each other before the Altus' mask cracked ever so little, but little was just enough to plaster a grin on Iron Bull's face. Bull's Vint could never stay angry at his grey mountain of a man, or at least not for long. Just as the ex-Ben'Hasrath began to reach for the cocoa colored expanse of neck presented to him between where Dorian's robes swathed around his collar bones and where the silky black hair began, a noise from outside the tent startled them both.
For one moment that felt like an eternity they both paused, frozen in place by indecision. Time sped back to reality as they both whipped their gaze to the pavilion's canvas door. They waited and watched for even a hint of movement, any sign that their redheaded leader might be on the other side. They waited, their hearts beating faster, pleading their eyes to detect even the smallest ripple in the weave. The sound did not come again and not even the wind moved the cloth they stared so intently at. Iron Bull was the first to look away, he watched Dorian's stiff shoulders drop. The Altus gave himself a subtle shake and raised the ruby colored liquid to his lips only to find the fine silver goblet devoid of even a drop of the rare vintage. His nose crinkled into a scowl as if he blamed the cup for its emptiness.
"You know if we keep doing that we are both liable to throw our necks out of place. How can you stay so calm on the outside when I know you are just as uneasy as I am? What if this ruins our friendship? What if she is insulted by us even asking? What if she finds it disgusting? You know, behind closed doors and all." The Tevinter gestured wildly with the empty wine glass in one hand and one of his legendary monogramed handkerchiefs in the other. "Even if she does walk through that door right now, she might later hate us for this night! What if…"
"And what if the sky ripped open… oh wait that did happen. Let me try again!" Bull smirked at his own jest, in an attempt to add levity to the stifling anxiety that choked them both.
"Humf." The sound of aggravation passed his dark lips in a rush as he strode over to the traveling trunk that made dual-duty as a sideboard to pour himself another glass of wine.
Only the tiniest whisper of cloth on cloth heralded Tempest's arrival. Her long red hair cascaded free down her back, stark against the light green colored sleeping gown that draped around her. Pearly white teeth nibbled at her bright pink lower lip as a flush spread across her face, drowning out the scattered freckles that graced the bridge of her nose and the crest of her cheeks. Her red tongue darted out to lick her lips as she looked around the carefully decorated pavilion.
"…umm, so this is awkward. I really think we should all talk about this. I spoke to Dorian and I understand his… hesitation, about a woman being in the mix, but I wanted to hear what this was going to be. I mean … I am far from untouched, but I need to know what everyone expects from this." She said as she walked over to the two, sashaying past Dorian to stand beside the decoratively carved table. The whirls and detailed flower motif hid an ingenious folding mechanism that she and Dagna had come up with after much discussion and a few potent pints of Dwarven mead. How Dorian had convinced the other small dwarf to part with it was beyond Tempest ken. She glanced at the Tevinter mage out of the corner of her eye as she waited for their reply.
Dorian and Bull looked to each other before the human nodded to Iron Bull.
"Guess it starts here. You need us, we need you. I am sure Dorian shared the all the… specifics, right?" Tempest motioned for Bull to continue with a large roll of one hand in the air as the Qunari speared a bit of cheese on the tip of his eating dagger. "So Boss, this is how I see it working, honestly. Right now it is just a trial run to see if everyone gets their needs met and everyone leaves relaxed, happy. If you're worried about the kinky stuff don't sweat it. For each type of act we will simply communicate and see if it is okay with each other. Nothing wrong with sexy talk, right Tempy?"
Tempest could only grin at the idea of Iron Bull using his new nickname for her like that. She mulled over the idea of hearing him groan out those syllables during sex and had to admit to herself that the idea was indeed exciting. The short Dwarven woman placed both hands on the table top and leaned forward, her breasts on brazen display through the ruffled neckline of her sleeping gown. She smirked as Iron Bull's eye was drawn to that creamy expanse and asked, "Then what?"
Iron Bull shrugged, his bare grey shoulders slumped into his relaxed position. "Afterwards we will all sit down to talk about the future. He gestured with a bit of soft white cheese speared on his dagger. "This is the point we start talking details. You know I lost my eye, would you be okay if I took this patch off?" He started to reach up to remove it, but stopped midway and awaited her reaction.
Tempest's grin turned into a soft smile as she carefully stood up on the only other unoccupied chair. "May I, Bull?" She tried to keep her voice soothing as possible in this vulnerable moment of trust. In response Bull dropped his large grey hand to his lap. The lacquered chair she stood on swayed slightly as she tippy-toed to reach the soft cloth covering his missing eye. Slowly her strong stubby Dwarven, dagger-trained hands pried apart the frayed ends and slipped it from his face. Tempest leaned forward and at that moment knocked the precarious chair she stood on off balance. She toppled into Iron Bull's hard chest as she fell. Tempest began to giggle as his warm arms wrapped around her. His tentative hands slid down her body as he settled her, straddling his enormous thigh.
The firm, raised musculature of Iron Bull's leg pressed against her center. A small shift of her weight sent a spark of lust through her. Before she could process the urge her hands shot out and wrapped around his head, dragging his face down to hers. She slammed her lips into his, all teeth, tongue and repressed passion. She drank him down as their smooth mouths fought. Even the coppery tang of blood did not pause her oral assault. The need for air built in her chest. 'Just a moment longer'. Iron Bull's plump bottom lip between her teeth. 'One more second'. Her chest burned for a breath, but she couldn't stop herself as she plundered his warm wet cavern again and again. 'No not yet.' She skimmed her hands down his chiseled breast and forced herself to push away. They both gasped, their pupils blown wide from the intensity of their sexual attraction.
A long lungful of air and her lips were back on his. Tempest nipped his swollen bottom lip as the urgency in her began to build. She wanted this, she needed this. She ground her hot core against his leg, locking around him by linking her bare ankles together. Her soft nightgown bunched up between them, the extra padding reduced the friction she so desperately needed. Just as Tempest slipped one hand down Iron Bull's expansive chest, a refined throat clearing stopped her from removing the cloth obstacle.
"While I can't fault your enthusiasm and it is a good place to start as any… the pace could be less… fractious. Hmmm?" Dorian lifted the silver gilt goblet to his lips again and sipped at the grape concoction within. Tempest stared at him out of the corner of her eyes. Her lips, while still busy with a fellow grey pair, did slow slightly. Her faltering hips ceased their despite search for traction. Tempest had to concede. Dorian had a point, however she couldn't fully stop herself. It was as if her lips, tongue, and teeth knew of the drought that lay far to the south.
"Though I do have a bit of good news as this exploit is concerned. I am far from nauseated by this. So do continue, I'll just join in when I am ready! Ha ha!" The faked laugh made her roll her eyes then close them to fully enjoy the sensations her lips drew from Iron Bull's. "However, you are supposed to get a little safety lecture before we get too excited here." Dorian continued.
It was obvious Iron Bull heard and understood Dorian by the gradual slowing of his lips on hers, but Tempest wasn't about to get a lecture AND stop this too. So as Bull began to lean back she latched onto his kiss ravaged bottom lip. She growled through his trapped flesh and her nearly closed teeth. His frosty grey eye swung back to her own. When he attempted to pull away again she tasted blood as her teeth dug into the plump curve. Tempest warned him again with a throaty rumble and a corrective grip on the side of his face. As if she set flame to straw, he stopped his half-hearted attempt to flee. His hands limply slid down her sides to rest atop the abrupt swell of her hips.
"Ah, I see how this game is going to play." Dorain said with a mock evil glint in his eyes as he sprang to his feet. The handsome man tossed back what was left of the red ambrosia and set the empty goblet on the large trunk beside the three other matching flutes. "I really do hate to do that to such a fine grape but, you can say, Tempest, that you inspired me! I will return shortly. Oh, and if you happen to get a little too much Qunari sausage before I find what I am looking for… doubtful, but it could happen… Just call out Katoh and he will stop, no hurt feelings, nothing. Just a moment to breathe, talk, whatever you needed." He intoned flippantly over his shoulder as he pulled open an inner partition and disappeared inside, his mage-light bobbed behind him. The glowing orb passed through the curtain without damage to either itself or the highly flammable canvas.
Tempest slowly released the pressure of her teeth as her gaze took in how very bright the pavilion was. A small smear of red blood clashed with the blue grey skin on Iron Bull's chin. As she leaned forward and licked off the offending stain, through her lashes, she caught a glance of how their tent managed to glow as it did without catching flame. Up around the center spoke-pole clustered a dozen floating mage lights. The tints ranged from the color of the ocean along the Storm Coast to the bright yellow of fine saffron from Rivain. "Dorian, they are soo beautiful!" She called out and the mage's voice came back to her clearly, from whatever he was doing on the other side of the divide.
"Of course I am!"
A giant grin made her cheeks burn with how tight her smile grew. A full bodied chuckle escaped Iron Bull at his partner's snark, he loosed one hand from its position spanning her hipbone to slap his unoccupied knee in mirth. Her gray eyes seductively flashed back to the man she currently sat on. She held his gaze with her own as she calmly queried, "Did I give you permission to move?"
A goofy smile slid over Iron Bull's features before he instantly washed even the smallest hint of it away. "No mam'"
Tempest struck as strong of a pose she could while her legs were wrapped around another's thigh. Both hands planted firmly on her hips, "And what should I do to you for that?"
She watched his vocal pharynx bob as he swallowed reflexively. His eye quickly regained the sheen of lust that had hazed over them before she interrupted their symmetry to comment on the lights above them. "Anything mam'."
She briefly mimicked the pose that Dorian affirmed so often by cupping one of her elbows and pressing the free thumb to her swollen bottom lip. "Hmm." She said to draw the tension of the moment out just a little further. The snapping sound of two of her stubby finger in passing tandem accompanied a genuine smile. "I guess I have to forgive you. This time. Neither of us knew we were going to be playing this game after all. But, now that we do, I expect better behavior out of you. After all, I have heard first-hand the types of demands you ask of Dorian. Tent canvas is very thin." She said as she leaned forward and pressed her delicately covered chest to the hard grey wall of his. "Carry me to the sleeping pad I assume is somewhere under all those pillows."
Iron Bull's reply of "Yes! Mam'!" Rumbled through both their joined chests as one of his thick forearms swept under her rear and the other around her middle. He mushed them breast to breast, her giggle echoed back to her off his white teeth that held a suggestion of an abalone like sheen. She had never seen his teeth so close and his easy grin was infectious. She still smirked as she fought off another wave of titters when he reverently placed her on the largest pillow in the pile and knelt on the thick wooly fur that they were set upon.
"Cadash, I am aware you are excited and all, but you do have to have the safety talk before you can ride this bull." Dorian said chuckling softly to himself as he parted the curtain and stalked over to stand slightly behind his male partner. "Rule one when you want to ride any wild creature is to ensure all your knots are tight!" he said as his caramel brown hands presented her with several lengths of soft looking red ropes.
Tempest watched the shiver of pleasure that ran along Iron Bull's light obsidian hued skin at the mere mention. She sucked her bottom lip in as she quickly mulled over the idea. "That sounds perfect! You will have to show me all the best knots to use. You won't mind him helping me with an urgent need while you leash him will you? See, it has been a very long time and I have heard nearly all the unmarried maids in Skyhold boast about his … member. That, added to your own accounts, makes me think I am going to need a nugalope's weight in foreplay!"
"Of course my dear Tempy! What position do you need him in? Three years is just appalling! I would have gone stark raving mad in under a year! Though I think it best if you were to order him to remove his clothing first. I am saying this from experience." Dorian said flamboyantly gesturing to the purple and green monstrosity the Qunari called pants.
Comprehension was slow to dawn on her as she looked at the two men before her. "Oh! Um, yeah. You heard Dorian. Strip, and when you are done getting your clothes off come back and kneel here." She directed.
Iron Bull stood, an indulgent smile plastered on his face and a knowing light in his eye. Walking back over to the table he placed his booted foot on one of the seats and began to unlace them. Tempest didn't waste more than a glace to ensure his compliance before she nabbed a couple of the smaller brightly colored fluffy squares to prop herself up in a reclining position. She whisked the diaphanous sleeping gown off over her head and tossed it to one side. Her tiny silken slippers had been long lost, likely somewhere over by the table when she had fallen into Bull's arms. She couldn't find it in her to be nervous of her nudity before the two men she felt closest too. The excitement and expectant arousal that crashed through her allowed no room for unease about her body as she settled into her makeshift throne.
When Iron Bull turned back to her his lone eye fixated on the rosy colored nipples that responded to the longing she felt so keenly. From there his gaze slid down to the red thatch of hair that peeked out from the apex of her thighs. Tempest teasingly uncrossed her legs and watched him mouth the word 'redheads' before he quickly returned and knelt before her. She allowed herself one glance down and knew she was doomed. The young castle maids hadn't exaggerated. Any intimidation she felt fled when his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he kowtowed at her feet.
Dorian was bare but for a small strip of cloth he draped around his hips and tied to one side. Even with the bright green wrap, Tempest could see the obvious arousal that he sported beneath it. She spared a thought his way but didn't want to ruin the self-evident mood they were sinking into by stopping and asking if he felt uneasy with her seeing his penis. She would have to remember and talk to him about it in the morning. Tempest had a feeling that there would be a lot of talking, not only the following morning, but a few after as well. She pushed aside the thoughts of tomorrows and the worries of the Inquisition for another day.
Iron Bull had shuffled forward just enough that if she were to reach out with her big toes that she would touch his folded legs. His eye locked still on the copper tresses that shielded her womanhood. Iron Bull wet his lips again and intoned, "May I see, mam'?"
A rippling giggle found its way past her lips as she watched Dorian bind the first bit of rope around Iron Bull's trunk. "Is this what you want to see?" She asked with a raised eyebrow as she smoothed her hand down her torso and rested just above the center of her thighs.
A second line of silken red rope joined the first around his chest. He gave a small grunt as it was pulled enjoyably tight. Other than the involuntary sound, his attention wholly remained engrossed on Tempest's every motion. As another line of red was added, accentuating his grandiose pectorals, he asked breathily, "How may I please you, mistress?"
Tempest walked her fingers up one leg and stroked the delicate skin of her inner thigh downwards as she slowly opened her legs. The excitement had already made her inner lips glisten.
"Kiss me here."
Iron Bull leaned forward and slid one of her ankles up over his horns. The heat of his breath as he drew near sent small shivers dancing along the back of her neck. When Tempest finally sensed his cool lips touch her silken petals, her nerves nearly made her jump at the awareness. Soon it became very clear that the skills he'd gained from previous lovers would be well used and appreciated here. He rasped, soothed, and excited. The dwarf's eyes drifted shut as her body tingled, starting low in her toes and ascending up to her red cheeks. Each clever lick and nip spiraled her higher. Each suck and flick drew her tighter, the knee about his horns clenched, keeping his head just where it was needed most. Each moment with his skillful mouth on her sent her deeper into the stirred pool of pleasure until she drowned in it. When she believed that she could hold not a drop more of delight, she felt herself peak and shatter.
With fingers she hadn't even noticed him introduce, he strummed a rhythm, guiding her back to her own body before he withdrew his hand from her drenched center. With a deliberate wink he brought the two grey sopping digits to his mouth and sucked them clean. A hum of appreciation, then he moved out of her range of vision.
A cool rush of air left her limp and sated on the large, lime-green pillow below. From her dream like state she could hear Dorian giving Iron Bull directions as more and more of the red rope was added to his body. She lay there, eyes dazzled by the mage lights until Dorian's familiar touch on her hand awoke her.
When Tempest finally lifted her head she took in her friend's masterful knot work. A collar of red began at Bull's neck, from there a leash of rope limited the reach of his powerful arms. Each muscle on his torso was outlined in the red silk. As her gaze drifted down she could see Dorian's careful touch had included wrapping around the broad base of Iron Bull's cock and balls before it disappeared between his legs. Dorian held the end of the leash in his shiny, oiled hands.
Dorian snickered at Tempest's still shuddering body. He pressed the knotted end of the rope into her shaking hands before he again stepped behind the obscuring bulk of Iron Bull's grey body. Tempest watched the thrill of bliss settle on Iron Bull's face as he let out a low hiss. His ass lifted a little higher into the air giving Dorian's shallow thrusts an easier angle. Dorian used his knees to knock the larger grey pair farther apart as his plunges began to gain a slow smooth rhythm. They both hissed low, with small whimpering sounds escaping the bound giant.
Toying with the knotted end of the leash Tempest smirked as an idea came to her. "Dorian I don't mean to interrupt, but I have always heard about mages… well having more fun in the bedroll. Is that true?"
The handsomely dark human straightened his spine and grinned as he kept thrusting. "Of course!" he exclaimed and canted his head towards her, peering out from under his long lashes. "… and what has your devious little mind come up with my dear? Perhaps something like this?" With a wet pop Dorian withdrew his penis from between Iron Bull's cheeks and quickly replaced it with two glowing fingers. "Sit up, your mistress is going to love watching this!"
Tempest let go of the rope as Dorian gave it a slight tug, once in his hands he used it to haul the willing captive into a wide stance-kneeling position. With only a wink to warn her he was beginning whatever he was about to do, Iron Bull screamed, deep throated and pleasurable. His massive cock spirted out a small pool of warm white seed that fell to the carpeted floor. Heavy grey limbs slumped against the ropes, his mouth open panting.
Tempest had never seen anything like it before. She sat there, staring at the miracle before her. Dorian had made him come with a touch. Mind you, a magical one but still only a touch!
His delectable laughter filled the tent. "Oh my poor innocent Tempest we are not done yet!" With that the mage sent another jolt through his fingers into his plaything's deep passage and a hoarse shout from the bound man accompanied another spirt of fluid, less and not as thick, but undeniably there. Then with a final wink Dorian did it once more and Iron Bull was left a limp whimpering lump on the floor, curled onto himself. He was kindly lowered there just inches from the proof of his enjoyment.
Dorian searched out a small square of cloth and dipping the corner in an abandoned cup of wine. He used it to carefully clean his fingers. He grinned as he plopped his shapely bare bottom down on the mound of pillows beside her. "Thank you I do so love taking requests! Did you enjoy?"
Tempest found herself needing to swallow before he nodded enthusiastically to her partner in amorous adventures. The hollow space between her legs ached and throbbed with need despite just receiving a wonderful orally induced orgasm. She needed more. Unfortunately the man that could give it to her was dazed on the floor. "How long will he be out of it?" she murmured when she could finally find her voice.
"Ah yes, that is the down side to that little trick, he will be like that for some time. I assume your pink little pussy is weeping at the display?" He touched her knee parting her legs just enough to see the glittering evidence of her arousal that was accumulating at her center. "My blushing butt cheeks it is, we must do something about that. Now before you make designs on my perfect length, that missy is off limits! Though I can function with women and you are very desirable. I don't think I could get to that, cold, out of the box as it were. My cup of tea leans more too plump sausages then to juicy peaches. "But, never fear I came prepared!"
With a flourish Dorian turned and dug into the mound of pillows against the tent wall. The fabric rippled as he lifted a heavy looking wooden box from it's hidden space and placed it on the carpet at his feet. Waving a hand for her to lean over and look he flipped back the dark wood lid to reveal a treasure of carved phalluses. Each one different and created by a master. Some were stone, others wood and even a couple were made of glass. All were complete with proud glands, lust filled veins and a flared base.
"So let's get you ready to ride that bull shall we?" He teased as he withdrew a set of wooden cocks each one slightly larger than the last until he had one that was just smaller than Bull himself. Unlike the others this one hadn't the look of well-oiled wood. If she were to hazard a guess she might say it looked new. With the six dildos spread out carefully by size on the closed lid, Dorian elbowed her. "What is your size?"
Tempest looked them over carefully. The smallest, well that was likely too slight. She had a feeling if she picked something too small the letch next to her would never let her hear the end of it. So she papered a fake grin of confidence on her face and selected the third one on display. Gripping its warm wooden length she had a moment of trepidation before she settled back into her seat. A giggle escaped her as he selected the fake penis that was one size smaller than her own choice. He silently placed it to the side and repacked the two smaller lengths, keeping the two larger ones out on his lap. Before he closed the lid and resettled the wooden dongs, he pulled out a golden container.
He had a sweet smile on his face as he turned and presented it to her. "It is a special ointment used for lubrication. I thought we might make use of it. Although with how wet you look I do not know if you will need it at all!"
He slid his dark fingers into the fragrant gel inside, scooping out a small amount which he spread along his selected faux cock. " This might get a little awkward but I wanted to explain to you what exactly I just did to Iron Bull and how two men find pleasure in that act. If we are all to be lovers it sounds like something that needs to be spoken of." His voice took on the quality it often did when she came searching for knowledge in the library. The Tone relaxed her fraying nerves and allowed her a genuine smile. She rolled to her side to face him as he spoke. "So men have a special spot about two inches inside our rectum, much like your own divine spot."
Tempest was a little surprised when he removed the covering covering his bobbing erection. He reached out and captured one of her smaller hands in his own before he wrapped it around the wooden cock. "Without magic, to get us off with anal sex that divine spot must be massaged over and over again just like yours." Her eyes widened and she licked her lips as he guided it and her hand between his legs. There was a moment of resistance before she felt his flesh give and heard his low moan of pleasure. Her eyes flashed to his face, it was in rapture. His Inky lashes against dusky cheeks, his mouth forming a small 0 of pleasure. He slid his hand that held the wood back over hers and began a shallow stroke that had him making small panting noises. "It is here just on the underside, right there at the…the stem of the penis." A louder moan escaped him and he released her hand. He panted and blinked a few times, clearly bringing himself back to the present.
With a hand to his forehead and a deep sigh he rolled over to face her. His lips were inches from her own and it struck her as very odd that she had just fucked him, but their lips had never meet. Swiftly she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his then pulled back, smiling. Settling everything in her mind as fun and good she rolled onto her back and gripped the smooth faux cock. Bringing her knees up, she angled it between her wet labia and closed her eyes as it slid, slick and sweetly in. There was the slightest sting of being stretched, but that dissipated as she clamped down on its carved surface.
Tempest ignored the groan from the floor and the giggle next to her. She slid its textured surface in and out making wet noises with each motion. The tent slithered away as she pleasured herself leisurely. Something touched her lips and she reached out her tongue to lick it. The sweet velvety flavor of chocolate slid across her palate and she opened her mouth accepting the delicate morsel. The waxy disk melted in the heat of her mouth and added to the pleasure building inside her. Just as Tempest began to heat up the motions between her legs, her hand was swatted away. The toy pulled from her depth and a larger one slid home causing her to clench around it. Her mouth falling open into a silent scream as her insides fluttered around the hard length within. Her eyes flashed open and stared accusingly at Dorian's brown sparking orbs.
"I told you I have a sacred mission to prepare you for that considerable girth and length. Trust me I will make it pleasurable." Dorian sat beside her sprawled body hands innocently on each knee.
"Do you two know how hot that was?" Iron Bull's rich voice boomed across the gathering silence.
"I am so glad you think so, Amatus. I was thinking of having her moan the Nevarran anthem next!" Dorian replied jovially as he stood sauntering over to the table to retrieve a glass of water, which he presented to Iron Bull once he was kneeling again. As he leaned over, Tempest spotted a strange red glow from between those caramel colored cheeks. A rune blazed off the flared wooden base still lodged in place.
"You're using magic!" Tempest gasped between deep pushes of the wooden cock inside her.
"Oh are you jealous?" He quipped as he strutted back to her, red rope once more in hand forcing Iron Bull to crawl forward until he was again between her plump thighs. Holding a single finger up magic flared along the tip and without warning he pressed that glittering digit to her swollen straining clit.
The world went white, she could hear screaming and realized it was her own. The crash back down into her body was just as sudden leaving her limp as a doll and as pliant. When she could finally open her eyes she saw Bull not Dorian above her and a very happy Bull indeed. In between two fingers he swung the larger dildo dripping with her juices before tossing it away.
From somewhere behind him, she could hear Dorian moan which caused Bull to try and hold back another throaty groan. Their lust fueled her own, she found. This night had held so many surprises but that she was this turned on watching Iron Bull get his ass filled by Dorian again and again was one of the best.
Rules of the game set aside, Iron Bull reached for Tempest. He hauled her bottom up to rest on his thighs. The rope wrapped around the base of his enormous cock rubbed along her outermost lips with each roll of his hips. The delicious friction was interrupted when Iron Bull gripped his length and positioned it at her florid opening. Tempest swallowed the sliver of fear that had wedged itself into her mind as the rounded head sunk in past her swollen nether lips with ease. She let out a low whistle as her body adjusted to his size. Tremors shook through Iron Bull's abdomen as he waited patiently for her to adapt. Tempest panted and whined for more, and Iron Bull obliged. Slowly, he pushed his heated length into her until he could not sheath himself any further.
Iron Bull shuddered with suppressed need, his nerves and instinct clamored at him to thrust, to conquer and claim. She was even tighter than he had thought she would be. However, he didn't have any other Dwarven paramours to compare this experience to. He had even worried at one point if she too would cry out Katoh because he was so well-endowed. But she took in each thrust with a simpering sound and each pull a lovely whine. He couldn't ask for a better quim. Her pink bloom was hot, tight and scrumptiously wet. What else could be better? His Kadan had obviously prepared her well, even so he had to take care, his length alone was nearly up to her rib cage. There would be no full hilting this time.
Dorian on the other hand, had no such concerns. But that was only because of Bull's experience, preparation and his much smaller human frame. Dorian's endowment was carefully bred for perfection, so he had no qualms that his lover was so well tooled. He had used a liberal dollop of the special 'horn' ointment both before while Tempest was… distracted to carefully prepare Iron Bull for this impending intrusion. Another measure of the oily substance was used to coat his own member before he sunk himself deeper and deeper into the silky entrance. It was exquisitely soft and snug, Dorian honestly wondered about his ability to hold out against such wonderful sensations. Especially after teasing himself for so long earlier.
Tempest groaned with the deep gratification of being so delectably full. An exploratory pump of her hips was all the encouragement Iron Bull needed as he leaned forward over her body. The three quickly discovered a unique rhythm, Dorian's thrusts echoing a second behind Iron Bull's, Tempest's hips pinned by the weight of the Qunari and the human above her. She felt so deliciously squished by their movements. Their gasps and whimpers filled the air like a chant of lust. With her so filled every moment spun her insides tighter and tighter. There was no single perfect spot because all the space inside her was taken, and rubbed against. She wanted to buck her hips up into his and grind onto his cock but the position left her no room for even the smallest movement. All she could do was layback and let it happen.
The twist of rope scrapped across her clit with each timed drive. The fullness she needed was more than meet, the friction in just the right place sent her suddenly tumbling into another heart stopping orgasm with a hoarse shout. Her completion surged through her and caused a cascade, as first Iron Bull pulsed and flooded her insides. Then Dorian who came in sputtering thrusts. They laid there intertwined with their sweat drying as they each enjoyed the glow their worlds had taken on.
Tempest was the first to rouse and try to free herself, however the combined Qunari-human pile kept her from getting out from underneath the two satisfied boys she could now claim as her friends and lovers. Finally, with a cultured laugh, Dorian slid from his mounted position to fall to one side and land arms spread wide into the pile of pillows. Even deflated from completion Iron Bull's limp member still had enough heft and firmness for him to give her one last thrust before he too pulled away. Tempest now lay unburdened and relaxed. More relaxed then she had felt in a very long time.
"See, that's right nice and easy. Just three good friends relaxing and enjoying each other." Bull said before he used his strong teeth to pull on an obscure little loop in the ropes binding him. A simple tug and he had freed his hands and neck. With well-practiced ease the rest of the red binding came off him swiftly. "Can I assume we all want to repeat this on a regular basis?" Simple affirmative noises agreed to the statement from each lounging lover.
Tempest might have laid there just riding the small delightful aftershocks of their amorous activities into the next age. However nothing lasts forever, she felt a little of their combined fluids dribble its sluggish way down the outside of her womanhood. Sighing, Tempest stood and retrieved her gown so she could dart outside and make use of the nearby waterfall.
"Don't worry, I will be right back! I have an inkling that the night is long and our little chat will only take up a tiny portion of it." She said with a wink as she slipped out the tent door.
Iron Bull rolled to his side to face Dorian's supine form "I got to know one thing. What did you say to get her to agree to this?"
Dorian chuckled, he did not even lift his head as he muttered from his downy bedding. "You wouldn't believe what that girl will do for a box of Tevinter chocolates and a full body massage. Which by the way, you owe her when she gets back from cleaning up. So I do think you might make use of a wet cloth yourself before she returns."
The End
There are some other entrees that could easily be served alongside of the stew later, they would hopefully be less of a hardy meal though. I envision a bit of rough Dwarven bread with Pentagast on top, some Southerlace greens paired with chilled Swiddle buds and for dessert Blackjosie Sherry! Lastly a Solavellen after dinner brew.
