The Bull at the Storm Coast

"Bull, scout the perimeter. I don't want any surprises. Cole, get a feel for the men and let me know if you sense any ill will towards us. Dorian, you have my back." The wooden gates looming above us brought back memories of the last time we'd been here, when I'd had to kill a man.

"I never mind watching your back, Inquisitor." And leave it to Dorian to make a simple remark into a sexual innuendo. And to lighten my mood. The Iron Bull chuckled softly under his breath.

"Sometimes he wonders, Dorian," Cole said softly. "What it would have been like had he met you first." My ears instantly grew hot.

"Cole, we've talked about this," I spoke before he could say more.

"Sorry," he said. The wide brim of his hat hid his eyes but I hoped I hadn't hurt his feelings.

"The Blades of Hassarian have proven themselves loyal to us through their work for Cullen," I reminded them. "We call them friends. We'll spend one night but I want all of you to be on your guard. I did kill their leader to gain their loyalty." That being said I called out to the guards stationed at the gates.

I wore the Mercy's Crest to remind them of their oaths but I needn't have bothered. The Blades welcomed us like old friends. They took the ale we'd brought and set about preparing a feast. I recognized a few of them from the last time we'd been through this way. The Iron Bull and Dorian settled right in, eating and drinking with them. Cole lingered around the edges while I chatted with the leader.

I filled him in on our mission to scout further down the coast for shipments of red lyrium. He let me know what his men had seen of the Red Templars and where they had been spotted most often. He was surprisingly informative and I relaxed as we ate and talked.

Across the yard I watched Bull telling some tale to the gathered warriors, at ease and gesturing grandly with a smile playing about his mouth. He happened to look my way and paused to smile at me in a way that had my cock filling. He winked and returned to his tale.

"Herald, we're honored to serve." The leader called my attention back to him. "However we can help Andraste, we will. We'll accompany you down the coast at first light."

"There's no need, stay and finish whatever work Cullen has you doing. We can handle the Red Templars." I could tell he wanted to argue to come on the mission but he held his tongue and nodded. "In fact, I'd better turn in," I told him after a moment.

It was still so strange being the Inquisitor, called the Herald of Andraste. I was a simple bann's son from the Free Marches - not even the first born. I should have been a no one, just another man who was handy with a sword and shield. Instead I had a destiny to face and rubbed the palm of my hand where the anchor lingered beneath the flesh.

I bid a goodnight to the men around me and made my way to the tents we'd set up. My bedding was already laid out and ready for me. My sword within easy reach. The Iron Bull's bedroll was laid out close by. I removed my armor and stacked the pieces carefully. Then my underclothes.

A bucket of cold water and rag left by The Blades allowed me to wash off the sweat of the day. Impetuously I remained naked and laid down on my stomach. I watched the shadows and light from the fires against the sides of the tent. Listened to the murmur of voices. The air was cool and humid but I'd been hot in my armor and it was welcome. It was so easy to drift away.

I must have fallen asleep because I was awoken by the heat of warm flesh pressing me into my bedroll. For a moment I was startled but before I could react the familiar scent and weight of the Qunari filled my senses. How many times had I been in this position since the afternoon he'd appeared in my bedchambers after my awkward flirting.

"Mmmm, you're awake," his deep voice rumbled in my ear and vibrated from his chest into my back. He leaned in and nuzzled against the soft hairs at the nape of my neck. I hummed agreement. "You make a pretty sight of yourself, Inquisitor. Were you hoping someone would come into this tent needing a fuck?" he asked me.

"Yes," I sighed and tried to move so my hardening cock could find a comfortable position.

"And what if it had been another man who had found you laid out with your ass on display?" he rumbled. My squirming had pressed the hard length of his prick against my thigh. I tried to turn my head enough to see him, see if he was serious. One of his horns came into view then his face, a feral smile on his lips.

"Do you believe any man would try to fuck me?" I challenged him. In response he let more of his considerable weight down on me. I could not have moved him with all of my strength. A fact that made me feel safe and aroused.

"I dare and I will," he told me. A soft moan escaped me with his certainty. That cocky assurance that had attracted me to him in the first place. That and his utter maleness.

"Your ass belongs to me and I'm going to fuck it. The real question is, can you stay quiet? Or will everyone in this camp know that the Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste loves taking my big cock?"

I had honestly thought he'd wake me for sex but I'd assumed he'd want me to use my mouth and hands. We'd never fucked outside of a room, without plenty of time to enjoy the act together.

"Yes," I promised him. "I want that. I want you inside me. I can be quiet." I would have promised him anything.

"Your cunt is hungry, Boss?" He asked but it wasn't a question. I nodded in agreement anyway. "Then say it," he commanded.

"My pussy needs your giant dick. Please Bull?" I begged him. Knowing how much he loved my pleading, and I loved his humiliating words. The truth of them.

He lifted away from me and before I could move he had my arms behind my back. The familiar feeling of wide leather straps twining around my wrists. I had long become used to the restraints. Next he lifted my hips until I was on my knees then pulled my upper body against his. My bound hands found his heavy balls and carressed them.

"I need you as much as you need me, Boss. I'm not going to eat you out. I'm not going to stretch you or make you ready for me. You remember your watchword?" His voice had lost the sexual growl from the moment before. Now he was all seriousness.

"Yes," I told him breathlessly. He had always taken the time to make me ready for him. His cock was oversized as the rest of him, simply gigantic. Still, I truly wanted him. I had never used the watchword and promised myself that I never would but it was a comfort to have.

He must have believed me because he bent me at the waist until I was face down and ass up on the bedroll. I heard a cork and smelled the herbal scent of the oil infused with elfroot we preferred for lubrication.

My skin broke out in a light sweat as I panted in excitement and anxiety. I honestly did not know if I could take his cock without preparation of any kind. I could hear his hand applying the oil to his prick and I could swear I even heard his thick foreskin rolling back then over the head of his cock.

A moment later I felt the blunt head passing between the cheeks of my ass to find my hole. His broad hands found my hips and held me steady as he shifted. We had found that if I kept my knees close together and he spread his wide apart that we could make this position work. The Iron Bull paused just long enough to pour some of the oil directly onto the spot where his cock pressed against my hole.

He held me in place and applied very light pressure. The head felt impossibly wide to me. Very slowly he applied more pressure and I felt the tight muscle guarding my hole start to give way with a dull ache. An ache that grew larger as more of the head breached me.

"Breathe," he commanded me. I took the air deep into my lungs and willed my body to relax. To grant him entrance. I'd taken him before, many times, and I reminded myself that I could do this.

Just when I was beginning to doubt he gave a small push and the head passed fully into my body. The dull ache flared into a full burn and I fought the urge to buck away, to hyperventilate. His hands tried to soothe me, running gently along my flanks and back. My hole pulsed around his cock, not quite trying to expel him as I did my best to control myself.

Certainly I wasn't ready for more when he pushed and more than half of his enormous cock slid forward, embedding itself up against my second entrance. I might have screamed but my lungs were frozen in shock. His cock had never made me feel so full, so utterly filled and stretched tight.

And yet he'd been training my body for months to ignore the distinction between pain and pleasure. My cock surged and leaked heavily between my legs. I took the air in and let it out slowly, expecting a moment of respite. But no, Bull gave me no quarter - his cock squeezing into the depths of my body and his pelvis was flush against my ass.

Spots danced before my eyes and I bit into the soft cover of my bedroll to stifle whatever noise might escape me. Again he refused to give me a moment to adjust but immediately began his withdrawal, pulling back until just the head remained inside. Then a steady push back in. The nerves in my hole tingling with pleasure and friction even as the muscles and passage ached with his size. The belly of his beast running hard over that one spot that made me gasp and clench around him.

He clasped my bound wrists in one hand, making them into reins as he rode me with long and steady thrusts. Against his onslaught my body didn't stand a chance and my hole, the pussy he'd created, blossomed and opened to him. I was still tight but the pain faded into the background, still present but overwhelmed by pleasure.

Vaguely I registered the flickering light of the bonfires still going against the side of the tent and the murmur of voices, the Blades still awake. The Iron Bull continued his brutal fuck. And somehow the fact that we could be discovered, that I must remain quiet, made my blood run hotter. Even as The Iron Bull's cock plunged through my ass and into my guts I tried to breathe only and stifle the cries I wanted to release.

And then my body finally submitted. My hole ceased its struggling and became the cunt that Bull named it. A welcoming orifice for his big cock to plunder, open and clinging but no longer tight. A bass growl came from him as he felt the difference on his manhood. My body relaxed into his onslaught even as his pace and powerful thrusts increased. The pleasure became overwhelming and doubly hard to keep quiet. Every glide of his cock made my nerves sing all through my channel and massaged my prostate with its heavy girth.

The Bull took my smaller body into his arms as his thrusts became shorter and harder. I knew from experience that he would be breeding me very soon and my hardness throbbed with the knowledge. He held me still in his strong arms as he pummeled me. All my life among men I had been one of the tallest and strongest. In the arms of The Iron Bull I felt small and engulfed, it was still such a novel experience and totally enflaming.

His member stiffened further, thickening like an iron bar. His breathing was ragged and loud as his cock pulsed and I knew he was coming deep inside my body with small thrusts. The extra width and hardness combined with the knowledge that his seed was filling me pushed me over the edge and I came in streaks of heavy spurts over my bedding. I couldn't help letting out a high pitched whine as the feeling of my orgasm combined with the continued assault of his cock overcame me.

The Bull held me tightly until he was complete and then separated enough to unbind me but still hanging off his mostly-hard prick. With my hands free he lowered us both to lay so that he was on his back and I was laying atop him. It was always his practice to remain inside me until he softened, which took a bit longer than most human males. I sighed in contentment as he held me close to his warm chest with his hard arms wrapped around me.

My cock twitched as I tightened my softened ring around his dick. He reached over and pulled his own bedding over us. I could've fallen asleep at that moment but Bull spoke softly, "When did you start training with a sword?"

"I was a little boy," I answered quietly. The camp around us was quieter now, the dying flames from the bonfires a very dim glow against the tent walls. "I barely remember the first time I picked up a practice sword."

"And you trained for years until the muscles of your arms knew what to do with barely a thought?" he asked.

"Yes, exactly," I whispered and snuggled my ass further into the cradle of his pelvis. Wanting to be as close to him as possible.

"We've been doing the same to your ass. For months now. Training you to take me. I feel like you're there now." As he spoke I felt a sense of pride and renewed lust and couldn't help squirming in his arms. "You have no idea what you do to me, Inquisitor. You're a fine warrior, my equal and I don't say that lightly. You're an amazing man, handsome and powerful. Stronger than any human I've known."

My heart lurched in my chest and for the first time I wasn't feeling just lust. Overwhelmed in a new way I barely breathed as he continued, "And yet, you let me tie you up. You let me dominate you and you turn into this other creature - a wanton slut. A mindless bitch, hungry for my cock alone. You let me train your ass to be a cunt, a pussy for me to fuck and beg for more."

My prick became plump with his heated words. And his own seemed to be firmer than it had been a moment before. As he paused I took a breath and steadied my nerves to say something embarrassing and yet very true. "I love being your slut," I whispered. It was easier to say when I wasn't looking at him.

"This morning when we came upon those bandits and they attacked us? After we'd dealt with them you went into that shack and found that chest with their loot. As you were bent over it, searching it, I wanted to take you so badly in that moment. I believe I could now, that you would be able to take me without preparation."

"I would, I'd take you anytime you want me," I told him.

"Is that true? I don't know I could stop myself, even if you don't want me. Even if you use the watchword it would be difficult for me."

I let myself imagine such a thing, using the watchword even though I'd promised myself from the beginning that I never would. And yet... the idea of The Iron Bull fucking me against my will, of him holding me down and raping me was making my cock hard. Someday, maybe, I'd have the courage to tell him of this dark desire.

"Yes," I finally replied. "I want that. I want to, um, please you." I admitted. Some kind of tension I hadn't noticed before seeped from him and his body relaxed beneath me.

"Sleep now, Boss. Tomorrow we take down these Red Templars." And he fell to sleep within moments, cock still inside me. While I lay awake wondering about this feeling I'd had. Of all the new experiences Bull had shown me it was always lust fueled and exciting. For the first time I had to wonder when my heart had become involved. As I finally began to drift off I thought of the dragon tooth necklace Bull had told me about. And where I could find a dragon.