Chapter 1: Introduction
The Herald's Rest was, as usual, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses, smoke and sweat, and the constant hum of conversation that seemed to vibrate off the rough-hewn walls. Susana moved deftly through the crowd, balancing a tray of drinks on one hand while wiping the counter with the other. Her short, red hair bounced with each step, a stark contrast to the worn, dusty floors and the dim lantern light that cast long shadows across her face.
Less than an hour left, she told herself. Then I can crawl into bed and get some fucking sleep. Today had been relatively easy, no drunken brawls, not too many rowdy drunks, but
the sheer monotony of it all was exhausting. The Herald's Rest was always the same, day in, day out. The same faces, the same jokes, the same songs played on that godforsaken lute in the corner.
A deep voice from the corner broke into her thoughts. "One large ale, please."
Susana muttered something unprintable, filled the order at the bar, and strode through the jostling crowd toward the voice, avoiding spilling the drink through long practice. Finding the source of the voice was another matter though.
The inn was always a hotbed of activity, a mixture of soldiers, mercenaries, citizens, all seeking the comfort of a drink or ten.
"Who ordered the large ale," Susana asked, her voice barely audible over the din.
"That would be me,"
the voice replied, and she turned to see a huge, muscular figure sitting in the shadows. A Qunari mercenary, by the look of him. His horns were long and polished, glinting in the dim light, and his deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.
"Here you are," she stammered, placing the drink on the table with a thud. "That'll be three coppers, sir."
The Qunari handed her a silver piece. "Keep the change," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You look like you've earned it."
"Thank you," Susana replied, pocketing the coin. "If you need anything else, just holler for Susana."
The Qunari chuckled, a sound like boulders scraping together. "There is something else I'd like but I don't think it's on the menu."
Susana felt herself blushing. " I'm not sure what you mean," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but her heart was pounding in her chest. She was intrigued.
The Qunari leaned in, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "I mean, I'd like to take you upstairs, Susana, help relieve some of that stress you're carrying around."
Susana's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She was taken aback, but there was a part of her that was intrigued, that was drawn to the raw, primal energy radiating from this man. Still, taking a Qunari to her bed was something she'd never considered.
Iron Bull seemed charming enough but she'd heard stories of his people's savagery. And there were more practical concerns. She wasn't small but Iron Bull was enormous, at least a foot and a half taller than her and at least seven stones heavier.
"I wouldn't be good company," Susana murmured. "I'm always tired and cranky after a shift."
Iron Bull shrugged his massive shoulders. "Hey, no problem. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
She raised an eyebrow, impressed. There wasn't a hint of anger or bitterness in his voice or expression, just casual acceptance. Most men would have pushed, particularly when they had a few drinks in them. Susana returned to her work, washing dishes, serving drinks, but her eyes kept returning to Iron Bull.
He didn't seem to be paying attention to her, instead focusing on chatting and laughing with the other patrons and enjoying his drink. She felt another flicker of admiration. She'd turned down more than a few men and several women for this reason or that and most of them had spent the rest of her shift following her with their eyes like a fox watching a particularly plump chicken.
By the end of her shift, Susana had changed her mind. So long as she was careful, there wasn't any harm in it. Besides, even if Bull proved to be a poor lover, the experience of taking one of the Qunari would be an experience in and of itself, and something to impress the rest of the staff with.
She dried her hands on a towel, removed her apron, and waited for the bulk of the patrons to trickle out the door or to their rooms before approaching Bull's table. His face cracked into a smile when he saw her, a warm smile that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
"I, erm, um," she mumbled. She nearly kicked herself. She was barmaid but she was acting like a frilly noblewoman whose virginity was guarded more tightly than the king's counting houses.
"Is your offer still on the table?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Iron Bull chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. "It's always on the table, Susana. Especially for redheads."
He stood up, unfolding his massive frame from the chair. Susana had to tilt her head back to look at him, her heart pounding in her chest. He was even bigger up close, his muscles rippling under his tunic, his horns glinting in the dim light. She could feel the heat radiating off him, like standing too close to a forge.
"Shall we," he asked.
She nodded, , her mouth suddenly dry.
He led her up the creaking stairs, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. She could feel the heat of his palm through her thin shirt, could feel the callouses on his fingers, the strength in his hand.
They reached her room, a small, cramped space with a narrow bed, a rickety table, and a chair that had seen better days.
"Cozy," Iron Bull commented, looking around.
"Don't expect much," Susana said, her voice tight. "I'm not exactly rolling in coin."
He turned to her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "For you, I'd do it in far worse places."
She grinned. "Charmer."
Bull returned her smile then said, “Before we get started, I want to make a few things clear. First, you’re in charge. If you're uncomfortable at any point, I'll stop immediately, no questions asked, no hard feelings. Ok?"
Susana nodded, her heart pounding. She was liking him more and more. Despite his brutish appearance, Bull seemed to be quite a gentleman.
"Secondly, you needn't fear me hurting you. I know I'm larger than you but I know how to control myself even when in the heat of the moment."
He sat down on the bed with a relaxed sigh. "So, any questions,"
Bull asked, his voice a low rumble.
Susana shook her head, her eyes wide. "No, just... just don't break the bed," she joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Bull chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "I'll do my best not to. Now, come here."
He held out his hand, and Susana took it, feeling the callouses on his fingers, the strength in his grip. He pulled her towards him, and she stumbled, her hands landing on his chest. She could feel the hard muscles beneath her palms, the heat of his skin.
"Fuck, you're hot," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
She could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the desire in his eyes. She reached up, her fingers tracing the curve of his jaw, the line of his cheekbones. He leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Susana," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're playing with fire."
She smirked, her fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her touch. "I like fire," she whispered, her voice husky. "It keeps me warm."
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "And what about me? Do I keep you warm?"
She bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to his groin. She could see the bulge in his trousers, a promise of what was to come. Judging by the size, he was larger than any man she'd been with but with enough foreplay, she was confident
she could take him. She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric of his trousers. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly at her touch.
"Fuck, Susana," he growled, his voice a low rumble.
She smirked, her fingers tracing the length of him. "I like playing with fire," she whispered, her voice husky. "And I like what I see."
He reached out, his large hand cupping her breast through her dress. She gasped, her nipples hardening at his touch. He rolled them between his fingers, his thumb brushing against her nipple, sending shivers down her spine.
She could feel the heat building between her legs, dampening her panties. It had been weeks since she'd known anyone's touch but her own and longer since she'd been with anyone who knew how to please her.
But Iron Bull seemed to know exactly what she liked, his fingers expertly teasing her nipples, his thumb brushing against her clit through the thin fabric of her dress. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her body aching for him.
"Fuck, Bull," she moaned, her hips grinding against his hand. "That feels so good."
He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "You like that, do you?"
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, fuck yes."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Then tell me what you want, Susana. Tell me how you like it," Bull whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
She shivered. "I've had this dress on all day," she whispered. "It's hot, stifling, and reeks of dishwater and cigar smoke. I want it on the floor. Now."
He chuckled, sending a low rumble through her entire body. "As you command."
She felt his hands, huge but gentle, untying the knots at the back of her dress with practiced speed. An instant later, it fell to the floor, pooling at her feet, leaving her clad in nothing but her bra and panties. The cool air of the room hit her skin, making her nipples harden even more. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, could see the desire in his eyes as they roamed over her body. "You're fucking gorgeous."
She blushed at the compliment, her hands reaching up to unhook her bra. She let it fall to the floor, her breasts spilling out, her nipples hard and aching. Bull's eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on her chest. She could see the desire in his eyes, could see the hunger.
"Your turn," she whispered, her voice husky.
"I want to see you too."
He smirked, his hands moving to the laces of his jerkin.
"With pleasure."
He untied the laces with practiced ease, his hands moving with a speed and grace that belied his size. The jerkin fell to the floor, revealing a chest that was a landscape of muscle and scar tissue.
Susana's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. He was a work of art, a sculpture carved by the hands of a master. She could see the lines of his abdominal muscles, the V that disappeared into his trousers, the broad expanse of his chest. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin, the hardness of his flesh.
He groaned at her touch, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. She could feel the callouses on his fingers, the strength in his hands as he squeezed her flesh, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back.
He took advantage of the position, his mouth latching onto one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. He growled, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine, making her pussy clench with need.
"Fuck, Bull," she panted, her hips grinding against him.
He switched to her other breast, his hand squeezing the one he'd been neglecting. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her panties soaked through. She needed more, needed him to touch her, to fill her.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I want more. I need to feel your tongue inside of me."
He
growled, a low rumble in his chest, and she could feel the vibration against her skin. "As you wish."
He pushed her gently onto the bed, his hands trailing down her sides, her hips, her thighs. She could feel the heat of his touch, the strength in his fingers as he hooked them into the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down, his eyes never leaving hers, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his fingers trailing through her folds. She could feel the wetness, could feel the heat between her legs. She was soaked, her body aching for him.
He leaned down, his breath hot on her pussy, and she could feel the anticipation building inside her. He was taking his time, teasing her, and she could feel the frustration growing. She needed him, needed him now.
"Fuck, Bull, please," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face.
He chuckled, a low rumble that sent vibrations through her core. "Patience, Susana," he murmured, his tongue finally flicking out to taste her.
She gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. His tongue was hot, wet, and firm as it traced her folds, circling her clit but never quite touching it.
Susana squirmed, her hips bucking, trying to get more friction, more pressure. Bull chuckled, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place.
"Fuck, Bull, please," she moaned, her voice ragged. "I need more."
He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "You taste fucking amazing," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I could eat you out all night."
She whimpered, her body aching with need. "Then do it," she panted. "Make me cum, Bull. Please," she begged, her voice ragged with desire.
Bull growled, his tongue finally making contact with her clit, and she cried out, her hips jerking against his face. He held her in place, his hands gripping her thighs, his tongue circling her sensitive nub, teasing her, driving her wild.
"Fuck," she moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets, her knuckles white with the effort.
He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. "You taste so fucking good, Susana," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
She moaned, grinding against him in time with his tongue, her body on fire. She could feel the heat building inside her, could feel the tension coiling in her belly. She was so close, so fucking close.
“W-wait,” she gasped. Bull withdrew his tongue instantly and pulled back, a look of concern on his face.
"What's wrong," he asked.
Susana felt her face reddening. "When I cum, I have a tendency to, um, er...squirt. . A lot," she mumbled, her face flaming red. "If that's a problem for you, we can finish me off some other way."
Bull's look of concern vanished, replaced by pure lust. "Let me show you how much that bothers me."
Before she could respond, he buried himself between her legs, his tongue flicking against her clit with a level of vigor that made his previous efforts pale in comparison. Susana began to buck and thrash, her moans rising to the verge of screams as he worked his magic.
An instant later, she howled so loudly she feared her throat would tear as she came undone. A tideway of liquid heat burst from within her, drenching her thighs, the bed beneath her, and Bull's face. He groaned with pleasure but didn't let up, instead lapping at her pussy, drinking her in like a man of dying of thirst.
Even as the shockwaves of her pleasure slowly subsided, Bull's tongue continued its work, refusing to let her go gently, instead prolonging and deepening them. Finally, finally he pulled away, grinning broadly at the crumpled, sopping wet mess she'd been reduced to.
Susana lay there, panting hard, unable to speak for a minute, two, before she
managed to croak out, "Fuck, Bull. That was... that was something else."
He chuckled, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I'm glad you liked it. So, shall we stop? Or do you want more?"
She stared at him like he'd grown an extra head. "Stop? After that? Are you fucking kidding? Besides, you haven't even had yours yet."
Still trembling slightly, Susana pushed herself up onto her elbows, her eyes locked on Bull's trousers. "Take those off," she ordered. "I'd do it myself but my fingers feel like they're made of jelly."
Bull laughed then pushed his trousers down, revealing his cock, hard and ready, standing proudly between his legs. Susana's eyes widened at the sight, her mouth going dry. He was bigger than any man she'd ever seen, his cock thick and long, the head a deep purple, glistening with precum.
"Fuck," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his cock. "You're huge."
"If you don't think you can take it, there's no sham in it," Bull said, his voice as calm as if they were discussing the weather.
"Oh, I'm taking it," Susana growled. "Do you want me to suck you off first? Or can we get right to the good stuff?"
Bull threw back his head and laughed. "I'm ready if you are."
Moving quickly, she pushed him onto the bed, straddling his massive form. "Can I ride you," she asked, breathlessly. "Please? I love being in control," she said, her voice a husky whisper.
Bull grinned, his hands moving to grip her hips. "I'm all yours, Susana. Do with me what you will."
She smirked, her hands moving to his cock, guiding it to her entrance. She was soaking wet, her pussy throbbing with need. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him, and she wanted him inside her, filling her, stretching her.
"Fuck, you're so big," she moaned, her hips slowly lowering, taking him inch by inch. She could feel the stretch, the burn, but it was a good burn, a burn that made her feel alive.
Bull groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.
"Fuck, Susana, you're so tight," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel every inch of you."
She whimpered, her head falling back as she took him deeper. She wanted more, wanted to feel him fill her completely.
"More," she panted, her hips moving, taking him deeper. "I want all of you."
Bull groaned, his hips jerking, pushing her down onto him. She could feel him hitting her cervix, could feel the fullness, the pressure.
It was intense, almost too much, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel him completely, wanted to be filled by him. She began to move, her hips rising and falling, taking him in, then pulling back, only to slam down again, taking him deeper each time.
"Fuck, Susana," Bull growled, his voice a low rumble. "You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you all night."
She moaned, her fingers digging into his chest, her nails leaving red welts on his skin. "Sounds good to me," she panted, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps. "But right now, I want you to cum. After what you gave me, you more than earned it ," Susana panted, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the heat building inside her again, could feel the tension coiling in her belly. She was close, so fucking close.
Bull growled, his hips jerking up to meet hers, his fingers digging into her hips. "Fuck, Susana, I'm not going to last much longer," he groaned, his voice a low rumble.
"Cum inside me," she moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. "I want to feel you fill me up."
Bull groaned, his hips jerking, his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum," he growled.
Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, crushing her breasts against his chest as she drew him in for a heated kiss. She opened her mouth, inviting Bull's tongue in, an offer he accepted instantly.
Susana moaned, relishing the taste of him and the lingering taste of her own release on his lips. Beneath her, inside of her, Bull 's cock throbbed, his body tensing as he neared his climax. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him, and she wanted him to cum, wanted to feel him fill her up.
Bull groaned, his hips jerking, his cock pulsing inside her.
Susana could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him, and she wanted him to cum, wanted to feel him fill her up. She broke the kiss, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, could feel the heat building inside her.
"Fuck, Bull, I'm close," she panted, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps. "Cum inside me. Fill me up, Bull. I want to feel you let go."
Bull growled, his hips jerking, his cock throbbing inside her.