Chapter Text
Teasing sweat with tongue
from forrowed brow
as you cry for release,
your bonds unseen
yet bind you still
as I give you no peace.
Tongue lips well practiced mouth
cause pleasure
close to pain,
and teeth join in
to graze the skin
as I taste of you again.
Subserviant my willing slave
my famine
and my feast,
I hunger still
and always will
for beauty for my beast.
Now bend and break
taste of my ache
my poison and my shame,
now buck and writhe
and feel alive
as I leave from where you came.
~*~
Chapter 1
The din of the bar washed over Bull, familiar and comfortable. He had a cigarette in one hand, adding to the smoke already circling the ceiling, and his other hand was resting against the lower back of the gorgeous, redheaded dwarf woman squirming eagerly in his lap. She had a face covered in freckles which The Iron Bull was doing his best to cover equally in kisses. If anyone wanted to complain about the public display of affection, they obviously didn't want to do so to someone who stood over seven feet and had horns as broad as his shoulders.
Bull pushed his barely smoked cigarette into a nearby ashtray, deciding he could do something better with his other hand. “Hey, what do you say to getting out of here?” he said huskily, bouncing her in his lap so she could feel the size of his erection through his pants.
“Ummm, I was actually thinking of not going home with anyone tonight,” she said, though she flushed to feel his cock rub against her.
“Hey, that's alright,” said Bull warmly. He knew how he came off to people, like the big scary Qunari. Usually he encouraged that impression, but not with his sexual partners. Bull wanted people to always feel comfortable saying 'no' around him. The Iron Bull didn't want it if they didn't. The dwarf smiled brightly, her eyes crinkling charmingly in the corners.
“Thanks for being understanding, I'm trying this whole...” she waved her hand, leaning against Iron Bull's chest as she searched for the word, “...healthy...living thing. I dunno, my therapist says I should cut down on one night stands.”
“Whatever makes you feel good,” said Bull lightly, sort of wishing he hadn't put out his cigarette.
She leaned up, cupping his stubbled cheeks to press a sweet kiss against his lips, “You're the best. Maybe I'll see you around some time.”
“I hope so,” said Bull honestly. She was cute and funny...and a redhead. His weakness.
She slid off his lap with a little help from his arm, giving him a cheery wave before she disappeared into the crowd. Iron Bull sighed, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket to light a new one. He was still horny as fuck, and everyone else in this bar was too damn drunk to take home. Bull smoked and drank until his erection faded, then paid his tab and considered the rest of the night a wash. Might as well go to bed, he had to get up early to meet his Chargers at their new contract. Building a brand new roof for some University nearby. It was hard work, but honest, and he had a good team of reliable people.
The Iron Bull flagged down a taxi, watching streetlights flash by as he was driven back home by a sullen elf. He was painfully horny, it had been weeks since he'd taken someone to bed and had a good hard fuck. It was so bad he almost asked the taxi driver if he wanted to come inside with him and have a good time. Hmm, better not. Bull tipped generously with his payment but the elf only grunted at him before driving off. That guy wouldn't be any fun in bed anyway.
His house was more of a cottage than anything else, surrounded by a chaotic but well maintained garden filled to the brim with flowers that made his walkway to the front door look like it was straight out of a fairytale. During the winter its charm was replaced with a spooky abandoned atmosphere that honestly, Iron Bull dug just as much. The cottage itself was exceptionally well maintained, the paint always looked fresh and the trim was never flaking or falling off. Bull fumbled for his keys briefly, wondering if he should pull out some of the toys tonight or just jerk off and get it over with.
He entered the house, throwing his keys into a glass bowl in the entrance hall with a clatter that filled the silent home. Iron Bull yawned, wandering through the dark house without having to turn on a single light. From the front door he padded down a hallway, to his right was the living room and to his left the kitchen. Up the stairs he walked past a guest bedroom and bathroom to reach his room. His bedroom was pitch black, but he navigated it without thought as he stripped naked and crawled over the dawnstone pink covers. Some other night perhaps he'd grab all the fun toys and make a night of it, but he had a lot of work tomorrow and perhaps it was just best to get it over with and go to bed.
Bull pictured the pretty redheaded dwarf from the bar. Pictured her mouth, so pert and perfect, wrapped around his flesh. His cock stirred easily to life, hardening quickly between his legs. Iron Bull's fingers were warm as he wrapped them around his flesh, sighing as he began to stroke. It was such a shame to only have his hand for weeks on end. Iron Bull loved to please someone else, to take his pleasure between taking care of theirs. He would have spread the redhead wide, let his tongue fuck her until she was begging for more.
He moaned, squeezing the base of his cock as heat trailed up his spine. Iron Bull always kept his house warm, but sweat was gathering on his brow as the air seemed to heat around him. He twisted, lust spiking and dreams of the dwarf woman shredding around him. Something... had changed. Iron Bull forced his eyes open with a gasp, hand stroking sloppily along his cock, foreskin closer and pulling around the leaking head. The room had been dark earlier, but now a golden light suffused him.
Iron Bull wrenched his hand away from his cock, feeling as if he was moving through molasses.
“Don't stop,” said a voice with a thick 'Vint accent, as warm as freshly melted butter, as smooth as dark chocolate.
“F-fuck!” Iron Bull scrambled back against the headboard, finally seeing what had entered his bedroom.
A man floated a couple inches off the ground, a glowing golden halo of light surrounding him. He was no angel, assuming Bull believed in such a thing. No... but he was beautiful. Unnaturally beautiful. His skin was dark and smooth and hairless, muscles obvious but not overwhelming. He had a pair of little black horns, poking up while surrounded by perfectly styled black hair. His eyes glowed just as gold as the light around him, a tail waved lazily back and forth behind him, and when Bull's eye slid down he saw that at the man's knees he was covered in a coarse black fur and ended in cloven hooves.
The light was fading by increments, and Bull watched the demon, for that was what he was, float to the floor, cloven hooves spreading as his weight settled upon them. Before it could fade completely, Iron Bull fumbled with his light, turning it on just before he could be left in the dark with this... this gorgeous monster!
“Get the fuck out of here!” he snarled, hands curling into aggressive fists, “if you want to possess me you'll have to fight me!” Bull grabbed a glass paperweight off his bedside table and tossed it as hard as possible right at the demon's pretty face.
“I- HEY! HEY!” The demon jerked to the side, glass orb flying an inch past his pierced pointed ear to smash into a thousand pieces just behind him. “Vehendis, what is wrong with you?!”
The Iron Bull paused, his Tama had told him all about demons... and something here didn't add up. If he had to guess, this was a Desire Demon, but he looked nothing like the Desire Demons he had once fought while on Seheron. It didn't matter, demons could take many forms. Bull jerked to his knees, wishing he had his hunting blade but knowing he could probably get past the demon and out the door if he moved quickly.
“Still!” the demon boomed, holding up two fingers and making a complicated twisting motion with his hand and arm. The sigil he formed burned in the air and Iron Bull felt himself pushed onto his back and held there by an invisible force.
Was this to be the way he died? Naked and tied to his bed? Normally he'd be alright with that but...
“I'm not here to hurt you!” snapped the demon, taking a few steps closer to the bed to give Bull an irritated glare.
“Oh? Just possess me?” said Bull gruffly, muscles bulging as he strained against the force holding him down.
“I... of course not! Why would I ever want to possess some oxman?” the demon sniffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I sensed your sexual energy. I'm not a true demon, I can tell that's what you think. I'm an Incubus. I feed on the sexual energy of my partners.”
“You don't fool me, Desire Demon!” Iron Bull let out a grunt before falling limp, no matter how hard he fought the spell never released him. “Is that how you possess me? Raping me then taking my body!?”
The demon's mouth fell open, golden eyes going wide as if he were...horrified. That couldn't be right. “I would... I would never! You called me!” The demon let out a slow breath, shoulders slumping. “I... I've made a mistake. Forgive me, ox. I didn't come here to...force you. You were wanton, you desired a partner. I was hungry and figured we could help each other.”
To Iron Bull's shock, the demon snapped his fingers and the spell released him. “What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously, but made no move to attack the demon that now stood right at the side of his bed.
“If you change your mind, please... summon me. Call my name,” said the demon, looking oddly dejected. Iron Bull's desire to help misfits flared, his arms itching to reach out to the demon, despite knowing this was probably all some sort of horrible trick.
“What's your name?” asked Bull, watching as that golden glow once more suffused the demon's form. He was disappearing, fading from view as Bull watched in shock.
“Dorian Pavus.” The words echoed out of a golden light, and then in a flash Iron Bull was left alone in a dark room.
Fuck. He needed answers. He needed a mage.
“I'm not a mage!” Dalish crossed her arms over her chest, scowling up at Bull as if he'd just gravely insulted her. “If I were a mage, then I'd be an apostate, which I'm not, because I'm not a mage!”
“Yeah, she's not a mage,” Skinner snickered, “and that isn't a staff it's a crowbar with a big ol' gem on it.”
“Skinner, go!” Bull ordered, placing a hand on Dalish's shoulder. “Okay, sorry, you're not a mage. But you knew mages so if I had a mage related question...?”
Just behind them Krem was grunting as he unloaded roof tiles, stacking them up in Rocky's arms while Grim carried up their power tools. Dalish softened slightly, a smile finding its way onto her face. “Okay,” she said, “what is this mage question for mages?”
“An Incubus... is that different from a Desire Demon?” Iron Bull stepped to the side as Stitches climbed up into the truck to help Krem with the tiles.
“Ah... a what?” asked Dalish, brow furrowing in confusion. “I've never heard of such a thing.”
“That's because they don't happen outside of Tevinter.” Krem vaulted over the side of the truck bed, landing gracefully right next to Bull and Dalish. “Why do you want to learn about Incubi? Seems sort of out of your realm of hitting stuff with a hammer and sleeping with people.”
“You know what they are?” Bull turned from Dalish to Krem, grasping his shoulders to haul him in closer, “Are they demons? Or not?”
“Whoa whoa, Chief,” Krem slapped his hands away, “What's all this about?”
The Iron Bull had never been shy about sharing his sexual exploits, but there something extra embarrassing about sharing the fact that he'd been so horny last night he'd summoned a demon. So instead he just said, “I could lie to you, or I can get some information, assess the situation, and come back with a real explanation.”
Krem frowned, but obviously didn't want to know what Bull wasn't willing to tell him, “Alright... well to be honest I don't know specifics. Soporati, remember? But Incubi and Succubi are the kind of thing parents tell little kids to keep them from touching each other. It's said they are normal men and women, consumed so thoroughly by lust it warps their bodies into a horrible demonic form...and they can lure people into having sex with them.”
“To kill them? Or take their soul?” asked Bull, “Does this mean they are demons?”
“No it's more like...” Krem frowned, stroking his fingers over his chin, obviously recalling something from his past. “They're not really demons. I don't... I can't answer the specifics. It was said they craved lust so much that the Maker punished them, and then all that would sate them was sex. Not food nor water nor anything else. They pleasure those that summon them, feed off of them, and leave. I think our parents tried to scare us more about becoming one rather than one coming to us. Which they never did, I figured they were just a story.”
Everything Krem was saying meshed with what Dorian had said. So he wasn't a Desire Demon, he was merely demon-like in appearance. Had he been punished for his lustful ways? The Iron Bull didn't buy that, he didn't believe in any Maker. Had he really been a man at one point? Perhaps... Bull just didn't know enough to draw a real conclusion. Yet. He clapped Krem on the shoulder, “Thanks, Crème de la crème. Now let's get started.”
Krem looked ready to ask something, but obviously decided better of it and vaulted back into the truck to continue his unloading. The Iron Bull pushed Dorian Pavus from his mind for the day, the hard labor and the danger of the work leaving him room for little beyond focusing on the safety of his men and a job well done. They'd be working on this roof for probably the rest of the summer, it was huge, and some places had rot under the shingles that would require more intense work. For right now they were just removing all the shingles, everyone harnessed up to keep from accidentally tumbling the four stories below.
At lunch, while his boys ate near an air conditioning unit and teased each other, The Iron Bull stood at the very top of the roof to watch the students wander around the campus. People from all over Thedas came to this University, it was supposed to be very esteemed. The professors were as varied as they were experienced, and Bull had heard the university was even lax on more experimental types of magic, which drew mages from all over.
The Iron Bull had always been suspicious of mages as group. All that power, and it was so uncontrolled over most parts of Thedas. Since becoming Tal-Vashoth he questioned the treatment of the Saarebas, but not by much. He just didn't ever want to think of Dalish in those big collars and with her lips sewn shut. He remembered what the Vints could do on Seheron, he even remembered what Tal-Vashoth Saarebas could do. Bull's skin crawled, the phantom scent of burning flesh filling his nose. No, that was a long time ago, things were different in Fereldan.
“Hey Chief!” Krem called out, “When you get your head out of the clouds, Stitches brought some of those homemade brownies!”
“Ohh, you know what I like,” Bull rumbled, pulling himself away from memories to lumber over and take a seat next to Krem.
When Iron Bull made it home that night his whole body ached, but he was pleased with their progress. He tossed his keys into the glass bowl, starting to strip down as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom. He'd take a nice long shower, crawl under the covers... and see if he couldn't get Dorian Pavus back here.
With the shower dripping behind him, steam filling his lungs with every deep breath, Iron Bull padded into his bedroom, turning on his bedside light before he sat against the headboard. He'd been given a name to call, but what more did he have to do? It had been pleasure that had summoned Dorian originally, so perhaps... The Iron Bull reached between his legs, fondling his flaccid cock gently until soft fingers of pleasure began to trail their way into his belly.
“Dooorian,” he groaned, throwing his head back against the headboard. “Dorian Paaavus,” he sing-songed, feeling ridiculous.
His first hint was the heat suffusing the room, and then the glow. Bull paused his hand to watch as Dorian took form, from his muscled torso down to his cloven hooves. He dropped to the ground, giving Bull a suspicious look, but Iron Bull thought he saw some hope there too. “You didn't call me just to toss another glass ball at my head, did you?” Dorian asked with a weak sneer.
“Only had the one,” said Bull. “I wanted to ask you some questions.”
“Well...” Dorian stretched, showing off his perfect body with a graceful roll of his hips, “I suppose I could talk a little.” Bull noticed the golden bangles around his wrists and arms, the piercings in his nose, nipples, and belly button. It was like he was molded for nothing but sex. He had a thin golden chain around his hips, silk hanging from it that was so thin and delicate that Bull could see right through it.
“I asked someone, a 'Vint, about what an Incubus is,” said Iron Bull, watching Dorian step closer and closer, silk flowing around his thighs. “He said you aren't a demon.”
“I tried to tell you that,” said Dorian, sitting on the edge of Bull's bed, tail curling up against his back.
“Well I make a point not to believe anyone who looks like a demon,” Iron Bull reached out, lightly running his fingers along the smooth skin of Dorian's arm. He was warm under his fingertips, and Dorian shivered with a low moan at just being touched. “So if we fuck, what happens to me?”
“You have an excellent time,” Dorian purred, “after it's over, I'm fed, and you're just a little more sleepy than normal.”
The Iron Bull opened his mouth to ask how this had happened to Dorian. He didn't believe for a moment that a man or woman could just fuck their way to this. For one, if half the stories Krem told were true he should have sprouted horns and a tail years ago. Instead Bull shut his mouth, fingers curling around Dorian's elbow to give him a small tug. “Alright, I'm willing to give it a try.”
Dorian perked up, twisting to crawl sinuously into Bull's lap. “You will be a feast.” He reached down, unclasping the chain around his hips. Bull watched hungrily as Dorian slid the silk away from his body, dropping it nearly silently over Bull's carpet. Iron Bull sat up, hand on Dorian's shoulder to flip them over, when Dorian pushed down on his chest to pin him with supernatural strength to the mattress.
“No,” he said, lips bowed into a petulant pout, “Just lay back.”
“That's not normally how I do things,” Iron Bull growled, skin flaring with goosebumps to feel the sheer strength contained in Dorian's lithe body.
“Maybe later,” said Dorian, hands dragging down Bull's chest, fingers pinching his nipples on the way down. “Right now...please... I'm so hungry...” his pupils were blown, irises nothing more than a thin golden ring.
Maybe later. Iron Bull settled into the pillows, feeling Dorian's strength relax in response. Iron Bull brought his hands up again. Instead of trying to move Dorian off his chest, he took the opportunity to run his palms along Dorian's smooth skin. He was warm, far warmer than any human. It was like a fire burned just behind his ribs. The reaction to such a simple touch was a dramatic arch and a loud moan. Dorian's tail thrashed behind him and his gold bangles clinked as his arms shook against Bull's belly. Fuck, that was hot. To see someone losing themselves to his touch so readily, to see someone so shamelessly responsive. Bull loved that; and if he didn't end up missing his soul after this, he knew he'd want to do it again.
“Ohhh, I'm going to ride you!” Dorian panted, rocking his ass against Bull's cock, which had grown soft during their little chat but was once more swelling with interest.
“The oil is in the-” Bull fell silent as Dorian pressed a single finger against his lips, smiling down at him.
“Don't worry about anything,” Dorian purred, hips rolling sensually, “You just lay back...relax...” His golden eyes glowed from under his lashes, mustache tilting up as he smiled, “..and enjoy.”
“If you insist,” Bull said slowly. However he was not one to just lay back and take it. He reached up, fingers pinching Dorian's pierced nipples to give them a tug. Dorian keened loudly, making Bull perversely glad he didn't have any nearby neighbors. He was unbelievably responsive to every one of Bull's touches, to point where it almost seemed like he was faking it for effect. Except his cock was hard and leaking between his thighs, precum dripping down the shaft to roll along his balls.
Dorian reached down to grip Bull's cock, and with every stroke something dripped between his fingers to slick his cock. Bull groaned, thrusting up into Dorian's grip with a wet, sloppy sound. It jostled Dorian on his lap, drawing a gasp out of him. “You're so strong,” Dorian groaned, pulling his hand away to hover over Bull's cock.
“You know I could show you if you'd let me,” Bull promised, tugging on the golden rings in Dorian's nipples.
“Uhhn!” Dorian bit down on his bottom lip, and Bull saw the temptation in his eyes. “N-Not tonight,” Dorian breathed, lowering himself down until the head of Bull's cock was pushing up against his asshole. “Some other night, some other night I want you showing me everything.” Then with a decadent moan, Dorian sank down over him in one smooth drop. Iron Bull grunted, reaching out to grab Dorian by the hips to slow him down, some part of him fearing for his health. However, for the first time in his life, he wasn't strong enough to actually make his lover do anything and Dorian was sitting on him in no more than a second.
“Oh fuck!” Bull moaned, head falling back to gouge a new scrape in his wooden headboard. Dorian was impossibly hot, and far too tight for how easily he'd slid onto Bull's cock. It took normal men and women ages to be ready to take him, Dorian hadn't needed any time at all. Then Bull felt that tail brush along his thigh and was once more reminded that Dorian was no normal man.
“I need your come,” Dorian panted, rolling his hips and squeezing his asshole around Bull's cock, “oh kaffas give it to me!”
“Greedy, I like it!” Bull groaned, digging his heels into the mattress to thrust up hard. Dorian bounced and his mouth formed a pretty little 'O' of pleasure. His cloven hooves were clearly trying to dig into the sheets but kept slipping, and his tail thrashed behind him.
If Bull couldn't control Dorian's movements, he could at least help the ones he was trying to make. He fucked up into Dorian mercilessly, fingers digging into his slim hips hard enough to leave bruises. If Dorian could even bruise. He writhed over top of Bull, mewling and moaning loud enough to fill Bull's head. Shit, he felt like all his usual stamina was being thrown out the door. If he had control perhaps he could slow down and make it last, but Dorian wasn't trying to draw it out, he obviously wanted Bull to come as soon as possible.
Heat suffused Bull's body, pleasure throbbing unnaturally through his veins. Everywhere Dorian touched, his nipples, his belly, his arms, left behind a pleasurable tingle that sank into his skin. His asshole was the perfect amount of heat and tightness to drag over Bull's shaft every time he thrust up and Dorian pushed down. He swore, watching Dorian's face as he fucked himself on Bull's cock. He looked just as radiant as ever, not even a drop of sweat on his dark skin while Bull was dripping with it.
“Fuck I'm gonna come!” Bull growled, thrusting up as hard as he could, savoring the sound of their skin slapping together. Dorian looked absolutely delighted by this, squeezing around Bull's cock as he met his punishing pace. His own cock bobbed between his legs, swollen with arousal. So Bull grabbed it, stroking Dorian in time with their frantic thrusting.
“Oh!” Dorian arched forward, hands pressing against Bull's chest, “Y-You don't h-have to-”
“I want to watch you come,” Bull said, putting as much authority as he could manage into his voice.
“Mmmphh,” Dorian's brow furrowed, eyes slipping shut and bottom lip slipping between his teeth. He looked like every wet dream Bull had ever had.
Dorian came first, shuddering over Bull as he spat hot come over his stroking hand. He wailed, hips stilling in distraction as he shivered like a leaf. Bull thrust up three more times and then that tightly held spring in his belly snapped, sending him releasing into Dorian's asshole with a roar of pleasure. Dorian's eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, lips parting in a breathless moan as Bull emptied himself inside.
The heat and pleasure were like nothing Bull had ever felt before, his orgasm seemed to go on forever, until every nerve was raw and aching. When it was over he collapsed limply over the pillows, eye so heavy he could barely keep it open to watch Dorian. The Incubus dipped down, smiling warmly as Bull blinked sleepily. “You have a lot of energy to give..” he pressed a gentle kiss against Bull's lips, and to his sorrow he was far too tired to reciprocate the soft brush of Dorian's lips. “I think we'll see each other again...ah... I don't think I ever got your name?”
Bull's brain was a jumble, he couldn't think, “The Iron Bull,” he muttered, already half asleep.
“A strong name for a strong man,” Dorian mused, already sounding very far away. “Very well...until next time...The Iron Bull...”
He felt Dorian lift off his softening cock but didn't feel a splash of come with it...then darkness.