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My name is Galeyna. I was once like you, a normal person, sitting in a normal chair, living a normal life. Until the day that I tripped and knocked half of my parents house down.
Magic.
The source of most of my misery. I had been sent to the circle tower in Ostwick, where I trained and lived a lonely life. One of “privilege buys you a better room, but not better friends”. I was one of the few who made it out of the tower alive when the circles fell, and was sent with a group of mages to the conclave.
Then I was the only one to make it out alive.
Accused of murdering hundreds, and the Divine, accused of tearing a massive hole in the sky, and many other things, I was sent to close the massive rift under the breach, barely escaped alive.
After that things moved a little quickly. The Inquisition rose again, the second in recorded history. We had no formal leader, but unofficially things kept falling to me.
Our Commander - Cullen - he was in charge of training the recruits that were pouring in daily.
Our spymaster - Leliana - she was in charge of a vast network of spies all over Thedas.
Our Ambassador - Josephine - she went around soothing the ruffled feathers of the ruling nations.
And, I wouldn’t even know her exact title, but Cassandra was as much a Commander in her own rights as Cullen.
The 5 of us created this.. Vacuum of power in the hierarchy of the Inquisition. I was sent all over the place, sealing rifts, recruiting agents wherever I could. I even recruited companions for myself, seeing as I was a lowly mage (I will be honest here, I wrote that with a bit of snark, I had considerable power even before falling out of the fade with a magical demon magnet on my hand). Vivienne, The Iron Bull and his Chargers mercenary band. Sera. Cole and Blackwall. Solas and Varric even stuck around.
Now here is where things get tricky.
The Iron Bull was the first Qunari I had ever seen in my life. I had seen books and illustrations and most were.. Anatomically correct. I was fascinated.
Then there was Cullen. The awkward Commander that was as wary about me as I was about him. But somehow, the strangest things kept popping out of my face when I went to talk to him. Who on earth asks about “Templar vows of celibacy”? Apparently, a strawberry blonde virgin mage. That’s who.
I had never flirted before in my life. Oh I knew what it was, had seen it plenty in the circle. I knew about sex, and what the logistics were for it. Maybe I forgot to mention I read a lot in the tower. I think I read everything I could. And some things I wasn’t supposed to.
Now you would think this whole “attracted to the Commander” thing would make stuff easier.
Nope.
See I met this Tevinter Mage in Redcliffe, named Dorian. I went with him to stop his old mentor, Alexius. And got tossed forward into the future. A year later. Where I found the Bull locked in a cell in the basement of Redcliffe Castle, glowing red and a bit crazy at that. But the way his eye lit up when he saw me, let’s just say that the confusion was great in me that day.
Now - see we defeated Alexius, managed to go back in time to our present and from there recruited the Mages to help me seal the Breach. We were soon after attacked by Corypheus and had to bury Haven to survive his attack. Through a lot of misery and luck, we made it to Skyhold, and I had to talk to Bull and try to find out why he, of all people, would have been happy to see me in that not so far off future.
Over the course of the next few months, I fell into a relationship with The Bull. For a first real delve into the world of sex, it was eye-opening and awe inspiring. He taught me as much as he demanded, and his way of getting me to relinquish the control that had been thrust into my hands, well it was much needed. We were in essence, playing with fire. Thing is, he noticed far more than I realized.
“You watching him again?” Bull breathed in my ear, making me almost fall off my stool at the bar. I had been sitting here alone, drinking and maybe watching Cullen as he got trounced while playing Wicked Grace with the Chargers. I scowled as I settled back onto the stool.
“No,” I mumbled. He twisted a lock of my hair around his finger, giving me a grin from the stool next to me.
“We both know you like to watch him. He is a fascinating creature of habit, isn’t he?” Bull mused, watching Cullen himself as I sat there pretending to not know what he was referring to. I smacked his hand away from my hair, feeling a blush creeping up my neck. He chuckled. “You’re going to match your hair soon,” he said quietly. I sighed.
“Why do you push?” I asked, before I could think of the repercussions.
“Why do you watch?” he countered, spinning on the stool to face the bar with me. I shrugged.
“Something about him tugs at me. I can’t explain it.”
“Oh, I get it. He’s just enough broken that the fixer in you wants to make him all better.”
“You see too much,” I muttered, downing the last of my brandy. I went to stand and his hand caught my wrist.
“I see enough. Do you want me to stop?” he asked me. I shook my head and he let me go. But his next words stopped me. “He watches you too.” That was all he said. 4 words that made my breath catch. I looked back at him and the look in his eye said more than his words had. I felt my heart slow in my chest. I nodded. He motioned for me to follow him, and he led me up through the tavern and out the locked attic door. When he pulled me through the door and relocked it, I stood there with my arms over my chest. He leaned back against the door, watching me as I watched him.
“Well?” I asked. He moved then, walking over to me. He held out his hand, and when I placed my own into his, he lifted it to his mouth. His lips were hot on the back of my hand, and the kiss he pressed there was far sweeter than most I had received before. “Are you feeling up to.. Things?” he asked me. I nodded, my mouth going dry.
Things. I barely suppressed the shiver that raced through me. He then pulled me to the bed and after sitting on it, he began to undress me. Dropping my belt, then my jacket to the floor, before his hands gently unbuttoned my long sleeved shirt. As he peeled that from my body, his eyes fell to the scars covering my forearms.
“Mighty little magical warrior,” he mused, his voice deep and thoughtful. I snorted. He raised his eyebrow and I quieted. He ran calloused fingers over the scars. He knew well the story of those scars. Had woken up to my nightmares more than once, and through hiccups and tears I had told him all of it.
The Templar’s who had turned on us at the circle tower.
How I and another mage had been caught by a group of 4 of them, and tortured for days.
They had kept consistently dosed with lyrium so they could dispel our magic constantly, and over the days they had us trapped, they had sliced and pierced and made us bleed.
Ah, the temptation then. That whisper at the edge of your consciousness, the spirits whispering their temptations, I can save you… one drop.. Maybe 2… and all of this will be over..
No more pain
No more hate
Freedom…
But I held out, which was as bad as the torture to be honest, and when I was freed for a trip to the garderobe, I managed to subdue one of my captors, and after divesting him of his weapons, I used his lyrium to bring back my own magic.. I freed my fellow mage and we managed to escape.
But not without souvenirs. Scars on my calves and forearms. Nightmares and sometimes uncontrollable fears.
Bull was the only one who really knew what facing the rogue Templars really did to me.
His chuckle brought me back to the present. “Stop thinking about them. Think about me,” he said. I nodded and reached up, pulling the sticks from my hair, letting it fall down my back. A riot of light almost pink hair, mixed in with darker reds, my hair was possibly the thing that drew Bull to me in the first place. The brute had a thing for red hair.
But how did I keep the Bull? I often wondered, what could be so fascinating to an experienced warrior to want an inexperienced and fairly sheltered mage? He wrapped my long hair around his fist and breathed in the scent of it.
“Exotic, as always,” he mused before giving it a tug, pulling me against his hard chest. I waited. He raised his eyebrow. I raised my own.
“Feisty tonight?” he asked. I shrugged. He laughed.
Then he was pulling my mouth down to his and everything else fell away. No scars. No fears. Just feeling. His hands finished undressing me, even as he kissed me mindless. When he had me naked he lifted me onto the bed, and after quickly undressing himself, he told me to turn onto my stomach. I complied. Then his hands were on me, rubbing and kneading my skin, heat and shivers following the path his hands took. Down my back. Over my sides, my hips and over my butt to my legs.
Down my legs, to between them, still never quite touching me sexually. I felt his hands leave me, the bed shift as he turned and straddled my legs. He slid an arm under my stomach, lifting my pelvis off of the bed.
Being exposed that way was.. Odd. But his grumble of appreciation made it worth the oddity. He leaned over my back, guiding my wrists to the headboard. “Grip that bar,” he said. My hands closed over the metal and before I could even take a full breath his hands were back on my butt, and his lips. His teeth. I shivered, my body loving every moment of attention he lavished.
When his fingers spread me, I nearly died there. I twitched as he gently rubbed around my clit with his massive finger. “So greedy,” he murmured. I just waited. I didn’t have to wait long, as he soon pressed one finger inside me. Then two. His thumb snaked below, gently catching my clit. I looked back at him, and his eyebrow raised at me. My hips shifted, pressing against his hand. The heat pooling in my belly spread as his fingers persisted. My head dropped to my arms, my body desperate for more.
Everything.
I felt his other hand snaking into my hair, wrapping it around his fist. He gently tugged my hair, lifting my head back up. My back arched, breasts barely on the bed, neck curved back and my hands still gripping that damn bar. “Fuck, that's sexy,” he muttered behind me. I chuckled, and his low growl told me he felt it. I shivered, and it was his turn to chuckle. He started rubbing harder, drawing sounds from me as he slowly melted my brain.
Writhing and shaking.
Pleading and needing.
His satisfied grunt when I came, body clutching at his hand as stars exploded behind my eyes. I barely cried out, my voice low and wild. Pulsing around his fingers, coating them with my need. Before I could even really recover, his hand left me and he dropped my hair onto my back. His arm looped under me, his hand under my breast as he lifted me up against his chest. He pressed his lips to my ear. “Grab my horns,” he ordered. I complied, my arms raising to grip his horns. His body moved behind mine, his cock hot against my core.
“Do not let go,” he growled. I nodded and he moved. This long stroke of his cock against my own arousal. My heart stuttered in my chest.
His hand moved up, cupping my breast even as he held me still. And then.. With one swift move he lifted my hips and impaled me in one motion. I gasped, my body adjusting to his size, his own hand trembling on my chest. When he finally started to thrust, every part of my body tingled.
Once.. And twice.
My eyes closed and I gave in.
Three.. Then four thrusts.
My ears began to ring.
Five.. Six… Seven….
I chewed my lip to smother myself.
Eight. And nine.
The hand on my hip slipped between my legs. I twitched against him, my body clenching as he began to rub. Finger moving with his hips, building pressure and spreading fire.
“Gaaleeynaa,” he said slowly in my ear. I shook my head and he chuckled. “You're glowing,” he whispered. My eyes shot open and I looked down. Sure enough, around his dark skin, my own had a light golden glow. I felt heat in my chest.
“Don't worry. I kind of like it,” he said, surprising me. “Shows me how frayed you really are when I do this,” and he slowly filled me again, deep and then deeper still. I shuddered against him, the glow intensifying. His finger moved. Just one perfectly slow circle. And I was lost.
I cried out, my hands gripping his horns for dear life as wave after wave of nearly indescribable pleasure washed through me. Seconds later, his hand tightened on my chest as he followed suit, a low guttural growl the only audible indication that he was as lost as I. His cock throbbing like molten steel inside me was a different story. A glorious, thick story that made me want to purr.
He stayed against my back, trembling along with me, as we slowly came off of the high that was our spectacular kind of sex. His arms grabbed for mine, wrapping them around us before he collapsed sideways on the bed still trapping me close.
“Eventually I will have you in my bed again,” I muttered. He chuckled. “If you so desire, Kitten.”
“Kitten?” I asked, not wanting to look at him.
“Oh yes. The way you move? The way your back arches perfectly, how you rub your ass against me so very invitingly. You even walk like a cat.. All grace and poise. It's stunning.”
I swallowed. Kitten it was.
Later that night, I could feel my own wretched dreams encroaching, and I left Bull sleeping sprawled out on his bed. I dressed silently and left by the side door. I rubbed a hand over my chest, worrying about everything. Bull and Cullen and why I still felt so very conflicted. I was walking along the battlements above the garden and saw a lone lantern lit under the gazebo. I quietly took the stairs down, and felt my heart slow in my chest as I recognized Cullen sitting there in the near dark. I walked over, carrying my boots.
“Fancy meeting you here,” I said softly. He jumped, standing when he realized it was me.
“Inquisitor! I'm sorry, were you needing something?” he asked, rubbing a hand over his tired face.
“Ah, no. Just out for a, well a stroll. Or something. What are you doing out here?” I asked with a smile. He raised an eyebrow.
“I couldn't sleep so I decided sitting here was better than at my desk staring at more paperwork I would rather chop my fingers off than do.”
I laughed. “Surely it isn't that bad,” I said. He chuckled.
“Oh, it really is. Josephine is a fiend, that one. ‘Did you sign it, Commander?!’ is her new favorite phrase.”
I tilted my head, ”Maybe she just wants your attention,” I teased. He snorted.
“Probably not, Inquisitor. Besides, I'm far too busy…” he was saying when I laughed softly.
“Ah yes, so busy that I found you staring into nowhere in the middle of the night when you could be warming some lucky woman's bed..”
“There is no one,” he said, looking down at his feet.
“Would you care for a game?” I asked, surprising us both.
He surprised me by accepting. We sat at the little table, me pulling my feet up and under me.
“Have you played?” he asked me as he set the board up.
“Maybe a time or two,” I hedged. Or 100.
We set out and played, until he noticed the sun coming up hours later.
“Well, that was a night well spent,” he said, with a yawn.
I stood up and held out my hand. He shook it, not knowing I was weaving a sleeping spell onto his skin.
“Good games, Commander,” I said, my voice dropping.
“Cullen,” he said softly.
“Cullen, I replied with a smile.
“You should do that more often,” he said as he stood. I raised an eyebrow. He tugged a loose curl of mine. “Smile, Inq… Galeyna.”
I smiled in earnest then. He smiled back and tipped his head.
“Good night,” he said.
“Sleep sweet,” I said back and his surprise was fascinating.
I went back up to my tower and fell into my bed, not even bothering to undress.
Hours later, I felt my entire bed shift. I didn't bother to even move.
I smelled Bull, and when he pulled me up against his prone body I snuggled close and fell asleep again.
He woke me some time later. “You can't sleep all day. You have bossy things to attend to,” he grumbled at me.
“Why are you even here?” I asked with my face pressed against his side.
“I saw you last night. And I told them all to stay away today.”
“What?” I asked, slowly waking more.
“I told them to stay away. Sometimes you need rest more than they need you for unimportant crap. Now, since you are awake, I have a standing appointment,” he said as he stretched next to me. I rolled onto his stomach and looked down at him.
“Appointment with whom?” I asked, resting my chin on my fists. He brushed my hair from my face.
“A certain commander. We are showing the troops some new moves today. His idea.”
I felt heat pool in my belly. “I might have to come watch,” I murmured. Bull chuckled beneath me. “You should definitely come watch. Then I can take advantage of the state you are left in when I am done. Nothing like a post workout... “ and I covered his mouth.
“Stop that,” I said. He gently bit my finger, his hand coming up to hold mine.
“Stop what? I enjoy you. In many ways, just as you enjoy me.”
“Of course I enjoy you. But… this is more than a post workout fucking, Bull,” I said quietly. He gave a small nod.
“I know. I wasn’t going to say fucking, I was going to mention nothing like a post workout orgasm or two.”
I felt a blush on my face, making myself lower it to his chest. His hand smoothed over my hair. I sighed.
When I tried to get up, his hands stopped me. “Look at me,” he said. I did, and what I saw there was surprising.
“This isn’t simple, and you aren’t a barmaid. You matter,” he told me. Matter of fact, succinct. I nodded, raising my hand to his face. I rubbed my thumb over his lower lip, “You are a complicated creature, Bull,” I muttered. He grinned, bit my finger and rolled me off his chest. I laid there laughing on the bed as he stood there dressing. Once he was back in his harness and pulling on his boots, I crawled over behind him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Nah. Nothing to thank me for. Just keep being you,” he said. I let him go as he stood and after he kissed the top of my head, he whistled his way out of my tower. I hurried into the closet and changed into a long sleeved tight white shirt under a long black leather vest, soft suede pants and some buttery knee high boots. I took my hair and braided the top, leaving the curls long and loose down my back. Pulled on a white glove and left the tower. I made my way through the hall and out the main door. I got outside just as the men approached the practice ring. Bull stood there in the center, with his massive hammer. Cullen was not wearing his customary armor, and had stripped down to his loose breeches and boots. I had to resist the urge to fan myself. Bull had taken off his harness and pauldron. I stood in the shade by the stone stairs, glad for the darker spot. I could feel heat flooding my face as I watched Cullen pacing as he spoke to the troops.
“Today you aren’t going to get to wear armor to train. Because sometimes you won’t have access to it, or it could be broken and useless, many things can prevent you from having it. Hopefully this is useless and you won’t need it, but to have it is invaluable. You need to fight dirtier, think faster and do your utmost to disarm your opponent. Today I have asked The Iron Bull to help me with this demonstration.”
Bull held up his hammer and after a nod from Cullen, he stepped forward. “You will rarely match your opponent size for size. I am much larger than the Commander, obviously.”
One of the female troops near me snickered and muttered to her partner, “Oh I bet he is much bigger than the Commander.”
I coughed. She turned and saw me, blushing and turning forward again.
Bull spoke more, and then once they were ready, him and Cullen took up their sparring stances. With no warning Bull swung his hammer at a really odd sloping downswing, making Cullen leap back to avoid having his head smashed in. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. They started to circle each other in the ring, Cullen swinging and dodging, Bull doing the same. Within minutes they were both coated in sweat, panting and on a roll. Giant muscles rippling as Bull maneuvered his hammer in every which direction, Cullens leaner build moving fluidly. Clash after clash of metal against metal, grunts as they parried and spun.
I felt my stomach clutch when they were face to face, holding each other off by mere breaths. Their eyes were locked, muscles trembling as they pitted lithe strength against massive muscles. I moved from where I had stood, drawn by their sheer power. I made my way through the crowd, to the fence. My hands held the fence post, my heart racing in my chest. Bull muttered something to Cullen, and the shock on his face, the tightening of his body, almost imperceptible. Bull flung Cullen backwards, and with a swift roll against the dirt, he pulled a dagger and threw it. I felt my chest tighten as it silently flew through the air, but the solid thunk of it connecting.. With Bulls hammer haft was surprising. Bull’s eyebrow raised and he bellowed out a laugh.
He walked over to Cullen and offered a hand. Cullen smiled a very wry smile and took it, allowing Bull to pull him to his feet. They shook hands and after some stuttering, Cullen turned the ring over to his trainees. Bull snagged his harness from another post and left the ring, walking over to me.
“You look a little… piqued, Inquisitor,” he said with a chuckle. I scowled at him.
“I’m fine. You are the one who almost got a dagger in the face. What did you say to him?” I asked.
“I told him that his technique was excellent and enjoyable to watch.”
I coughed. He scratched his belly, drawing my eye. Heat spread in my chest.
“You are piqued,” he said with another soft chuckle. I snorted. He leaned close, his lips near my ear. “I could take you twice now and still be ready for a third round. Your eyes are dilated and your pulse is racing. Are you wet right now, Galeyna?” he whispered, his breath sending shivers through me. My eyes shot to his, and he held out his hand. I took a last look at Cullen, who was watching us. I gave a wave and he waved back before shaking his head and heading into the tavern, pulling his shirt back on.
I turned back to Bull and took his hand. He led me up the stairs by the armory, and into his room. He kicked the door shut, pressing my back against it. He ran his finger around my shirt collar. “White. The illusion of innocence. We know better,” he said. I nodded. He bent and stopped his face a breath from mine. I kissed him once. Just a soft barely there thing. He growled and crushed his lips to mine, his hands gripping my butt and lifting me against his chest. He deepened the kiss, carrying me to his bed. He pulled away after a minute, standing me next to the bed. I began to undress, slowly and methodically. He sat down, watching me closely. When I pulled my pants off and stood there naked, he drew me between his legs. His hand drew a path down my neck, my shoulder, my chest, down my side and to my hip.
“So soft for someone so prickly,” he said, oh so seriously. I punched his arm. He laughed and caught my fist when I went to do it again. “Stop that wench, you might break a hand. And I like those hands. They wrap around me so nicely, silky little fists of pleasure,” he said, making my stomach clench. He stood then, moving to his dresser, and pulled out the soft rope he kept in there.
“Really, now?” I asked, my body tingling at the thought. He chuckled, then pointed to the bed. I crawled up to the headboard and leaned against his pillow. He walked over and took my hands, grazing the backs with his lips. He pulled them up, looping the rope about both then securing it to the corner post, with enough leeway that I could move and grip the rope, but not get away. I watched him silently, as he looked down at my body, so very on display at the moment. His finger brushed against my right nipple, so gentle. He smirked as it beaded against his finger.
He stood and undressed himself, his cock already more than interested in what we hadn’t even really began. He came back to the bed and stood next to it for a moment. “How do I want to torture you today?” he mused out loud. I stayed quiet. I looked up at him and tried to shrug. My gaze raked over his body, my own amazement at how.. Really perfect he was still a surprise even now. I chewed on my lips, waiting for him to decide my fate.
“Oh ho, look at that. Are you nervous?” he asked. I shook my head.
“Never nervous. More just anxious because watching you two was … stimulating.”
“AAaah, how stimulating?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed. He shifted my legs on the bed, his hand moving to touch my core. I sighed when he spread me, fingers hot against my skin. “More than stimulating, I would say,” he said. I couldn’t even nod as he shifted me on the bed, both of his hands working my body as expertly as usual. Heat and need unfurling through me as he methodically drove me ever closer. I gripped the bedpost, trying not to move.
“Watching you watch us, that was stimulating. Your eyes were all dilated. Your pulse rapid. Your face the most becoming shade of pink,” he murmured, slipping one finger inside me. Then a second joined the first and moaned. “You chewed on your lip, especially when you saw Cullen right up in my face. Did that make you wet?” he asked, grazing his thumb over my clit. I shook my head, even now denying what we both wanted.
“The other night, as we all ate in the main hall, the Commander watched you playing with your hair, his eyes feasting on you like he was a starving man,” he said, his voice low, his eyes locked on mine. His fingers never ceased moving, pumping in and out of me, rubbing and grinding. “When you stood and stretched, your shirt raised just enough to give us both a glimpse of your gorgeous skin, you made him almost fall out of his chair,” he told me, his mouth moving closer to my torso. I twitched under his hand and he moved closer still. His nose nuzzled my breast and my breath caught when he spoke again.
“Your very presence turns the man into goo. He had to put his folders over his lap to hide the evidence of his reaction to just seeing you stretch,” he said, before taking my nipple between his lips. I gasped as he sucked it deep, my body soaking his hand. His mouth moved to my other breast, teeth nipping around the mounded flesh. I trembled, his fingers diving deeper inside of me. My breath became more and more ragged, my brain slowly eking out of my ears.
“Come for me,” he said, his lips pulling at my nipple. I shook my head again. He moved again, his face appearing in front of mine. “Come. For. Me, Kitten,” he ordered softly. I moaned as his fingers curled deep inside me, and could no longer have stopped the inevitable plummet than I could have stopped the rain. My hips raised off the bed, ears screaming and heart racing. Clutching at his fingers, my release coating his hand. Trembling and twitching on the bed, I almost cried when he removed his hand. Then as he raised it to his lips, cleaning his fingers, my heart nearly stopped.
“How is it you always taste so.. Temptingly exotic?” he mused, not really expecting an answer. He laid on the bed next to me and grasped my leg, laying it on his shoulder as his face moved towards my lower lips. I shook my head and he just laughed before licking me gently. I marveled at the current situation I found myself in.
My hands were tied to the bedpost, my hands gripping the wood as Bull slowly and methodically drove me towards a second orgasm. He lavished attention, patient and thorough.
His lips and tongue as persistent as his fingers. The fingers that never stopped probing and thrusting, sometimes 2, sometimes 3. My head fell back between my arms, my hips gyrating to either get away or get more… Bull hummed against my sensitive skin and I tried not to die where I laid.
As it were, I was still on my back, hands tied above my head, and I could feel my power swirling about inside of me. Somehow Bull could manage to get my control to be so frayed that magic would eke out while he was taking me every which way. He laid on his side, one of my legs thrown over his shoulder, as his face and hand drew me further into bliss. I could feel my body tense, pressure delicious and deep, fire coursing through my veins.
I jumped when the door opened, and my eyes locked into Cullen's wide ones as he stared at us, dumbfounded. I could feel the blush covering my body and when Bull calmly told him to come in and close the door, I almost died when he did. But Bull… He was relentless, and within a few seconds my head was falling back again as I tumbled over the edge. My voice was low and breathy, my body clenching on Bulls fingers as they hooked deep inside me. Cullen stood there staring and Bull just kept going. I laughed as he pulled his fingers from me, and I could feel my chest shake.
Bull gave me a last lick, chuckling as I twitched against him. He lifted my leg onto the bed and sat up, stretching and scratching his belly. He turned to face Cullen.
“Did you need something, Commander?” he asked quietly. Cullen nodded and swallowed.
“I didn't mean..” he started to say when Bull snorted. “Who sent you up here?” he asked.
“Ah, that would be Dorian. He said you were up here and I should see you about sending the, ah,” he rubbed his hand over his face, eyes darting between Bull and myself, “the Charger’s to Haven. Shit,” he muttered. Bull stood, his arousal very apparent as he walked over to untie my hands. He rubbed my wrists and watched Cullen.
I sighed. “Are you alright?” I asked when I could breathe again. He shook his head. Then he nodded.
“I apologize for interrupting. I would never have..” he muttered, his face crimson as I sat up and stretched myself. I grabbed the big shirt I had left here a few days before, slipping it over my head. I pulled my loose hair from the back of it and walked over to him. “Do you want to stay?” I asked. His eyes widened again.
“What?” he croaked.
I tilted my head. “Are you telling me you were unaffected?” I asked softly. His eyes closed. “What is this game?”
“Why need there be a game? You make excuses to see me. You blush when we talk. You touch me… As I touch you.” I looked back at Bull who just sat on the bed watching me. He gave a barely there nod. I turned back to Cullen. “I've seen you with Bull too.”
He swallowed and looked down. “You.. Saw what?”
“When you spar, lingering glances, excuses to touch. You seek him out over others, for advice or just to talk. He really listens to you, doesn't put you on the Commander's pedestal when you're not in front of the troops. He trounced you at chess and you liked it.” I started to walk around him as I spoke. “You eat with us nightly, whereas before you used to eat alone by the fire or in your room while you worked. Now would you like to know what I think?” I asked from behind him. He nodded.
“I, even inexperienced little me, I think you have this habit of locking yourself away. I know your life wasn't easy before. Tragedies and horrors,” I said softly. “Mine wasn't either, same for Bull. You pour yourself into work until you're too exhausted to think. You think it will help stave off the nightmares. But it doesn't. I do. ”
He spun around and pushed me against the door. I lifted my chin and stared into his deep eyes. “I have spent countless nights pacing your office while you slept, helping keep you asleep and your nightmares at bay.”
“How?!” he barked. I raised an eyebrow.
“Magic.”
Bull snorted. “She is a tricky one, this little human. She even had me fooled for a while. ‘I need to clear my head’ she would say. And be gone for a few hours and come back looking like she had fought four battles alone.”
I sighed. “He caught me one night because he followed me. Then he sat with me while I sat with you.”
Cullen let go of my shoulders and shoved his hands through his hair. “Is that why.. Well why I would smell you in the office sometimes?”
I shrugged, nudging the shirt off my shoulder. His eyes narrowed. I took a step closer, and how sharp intake of breath was enlightening. I took another step, looking up at him.
“I can feel your struggle, Cullen,” I whispered, “I can feel where you are torn. And ragged. Desperate for some semblance of peace. Won't you let me in?”
He stepped back, hitting the door. I gave him a gentle smile and followed. I pulled up my sleeves, and the growl that emanated from him when he saw my arms was nearly as satisfying as Bull nearly worshiping the scars.
“We all have our burdens to bear. Some just have more than others.” I reached up, smoothing my thumb over his bottom lip. He trembled under my touch, his pupils dilating and his breath nearly stopping.
I hooked my other hand into the top of his shirt and pulled him down slowly, giving him every opportunity to say no.
Say anything.
When his mouth was but a breath from mine, “Please,” wafted from his mouth, before his lips dropped to mine. My stomach flooded with heat as I ever so slowly kissed him, my hand holding his chin. His hands framed my face, his lips giving way to his tongue. He tasted like brandy and need. Heady and addicting, his tongue wrapping around mine.
First, hesitancy. Timid almost in its exploration. Then, when I pulled away and looked in his eyes, something he saw in mine changed his entire demeanor. He looked to Bull.
“Why?” is all he asked.
“Do you need mending?” Bull countered, still reclining on the bed, completely at ease with his nakedness.
“Probably. But why me?”
Bull chuckled, low and gravelly. “If you haven't noticed, our Inquisitor isn't your run of the mill human. She has fire in her soul. And scars and demons of her own. And she stands and fights. And she fixes and mends. Even at her own risk. Tell me, do you want this?”
Cullen looked back to me, his swallow nearly audible. I turned to walk away, and the hand grabbing my arm before I could take even 2 steps was firm and hot.
“I do,” he said, his voice somewhat strangled. I turned back to him and took his hand from my arm, keeping it in my hand. I led him to the bed. Standing him next to it, I climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of him. He watched me, his face covering a myriad of emotions.
Anticipation.
Something akin to desperation.
His pulse racing in his neck.
His fingers twitching by his thigh.
I reached out and gently cupped his face. His eyes widened at my touch. “I dream of you,” he whispered. I nodded. “I know. Those aren't just your dreams,” I said softly. Bull chuckled from the bed, and Cullen's eyes flashed between us. I pulled his face forward and with no further urging needed, his mouth met mine. His hands grasped my face, pulling me closer. My free hand pressed to his chest, his lips stealing my breath. I marveled at the new heat in my chest. A different feeling, less animalistic, much more controlled and precise.
I pulled away, my hands moving to the ties on his shirt. His hands caught mine.
“Are you sure?” he whispered. I smiled.
“More than you, it seems,” I whispered back. I lifted his shirt, and he pulled it the rest of the way off. I ran my fingers of the myriad of scars on his chest. “Mighty lion,” I murmured.
Bull laughed. “The Bull, the Kitten and the Lion. Who would have thought?” he mused. I
“Kit..kitten?” Cullen asked. I nodded, feeling a blush coming on.
“Why kitten?” he asked, twirling one of my curls around his hand.
“She purrs,” Bull said. I shot him a look and all he gave me back was a lazy shrug.
“You're far more fascinating when you are bright pink, Galeyna,” Cullen said. I shrugged a shoulder, nudging the shirt there lower. His breath caught. I pulled my shirt off over my head, handing it to him. Be stood there holding it, his mouth hanging open.
“I felt that way too, first time I got my hands on her. Like shiny porcelain, looks delicate but happens to be far tougher than she looks.” I raised my hand again to his chest and his face changed.
He was looking at my arm, his thumb tracing the scars. I felt a chill. Tried to pull my hand back but he held it.
“Who did this?” he whispered.
“Templars,” I whispered back, still trying to retrieve my arm. He took a breath. Then he tried to pull away and I grabbed his wrist with my free hand.
“It is what it is, Cullen. They didn't break me. They tried for days but I stayed true. You'll learn more, I promise. Just know that the memory of what made the scars hurts more than they do. Please, stay,” I said. He looked at Bull who made no noise this time. But whatever he saw there, Cullen nodded back. Next thing I knew his hands were gripping my shoulders, and his lips were crushing mine. He pressed me back onto the bed and covered my body with his own.
Over the next couple of hours, they dragged three more orgasms out of me, and one very.. Satisfying one for Cullen. Then with gentle hands, Bull held me still for Cullen. Cullen with the talented tongue and fingers to rival my Bull. And they claimed another.
And finally, Cullen lay spent next to Bull. I faced Bull, “What about you?” I asked, wrapping my fist around his impossibly hard cock. His hand covered mine, squeezing himself beneath our hands.
“Are you sure you're ready for that?” he crooned at me. I flashed a smile and kissed his chin. “Always ready for you,” I said.
And so the Bull took me again. I slept for fourteen hours that night, after they cleaned up and settled us all on Bulls bed. I couldn’t walk, let alone go back to my tower. And so the men watched over me as I slept the night away wrapped around them.
Bull -
“She’s been waiting for you,” he said quietly after she had fallen asleep.
“Why would you let her?” Cullen asked, surprised.
“Sometimes, it’s not about one heart, or even just two. I see much of the same in you, that I do in her. Survivor. Broken but mending. And she wants to mend you more than she realizes. And I want to mend her. She is fierce and mighty for such a pale little thing,” he mused, rubbing her hair between two of his fingers.
“She.. she surprises me every time I turn around. Did you know she ordered them not to fix my roof? I didn’t think anyone really understood. Why I hadn’t had it fixed yet.”
“Oh she is a wily one. Like I said earlier. She has a way about her. You can see the pain she carries. But it’s not in her body. It’s in her soul. She says they didn’t break her, and she isn’t wrong. But she isn’t whole anymore either.”
“Do you know if they are still alive?” Cullen asked him.
“They won’t be once my messengers deliver them to her,” Bull said, a new edge to his voice.
“Good.”
“Cullen?”
“Yes?”
“If you can’t stay for her, be gentle when you go. The Kitten might be fierce on the outside, but on the inside she is, most times, made of the finest glass. Handle her with care. Or deal with me,” his voice was low as he delivered his one and only warning.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Cullen answered, steel in his voice.
They let the Inquisitor sleep, and Bull even remarked on her blessed dreamlessness. The next day, none spoke of what happened, but there was a new light in her eyes as she went about her business, readying to go to the Western Approach to meet the Grey Warden, Stroud. Bull let Galeyna set the rules for their new … situation. He still commanded their alone time, but she commanded their combined time.
For now.