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Cadash’s Shower

After killing a Dragon, Cadash might need a shower… Or a second one.

Kinktober Day 20 – Golden Shower

“And to think you had all planned in your tower, Inquisitor.”

The subtle accentuation was marked by the rumbling voice, deep, heavy, and stopping with the gargle of another mug of beer being emptied.

“On a technicality,” corrected the other, more beer poured from a casket. “It is a commodity for dwarves. Or dwarves like me. No bedroom shall be left without alcohol.”

“A rule I can get behind!”

The night was late, with the fireplace lit and the many lights from Skyhold coming like fireflies. Yet, the Inquisitor’s quarters were… Quite rowdy. Not that they hadn’t been in the last months.

But tonight was to celebrate something between Cadash and Iron Bull, their tenth hunted Dragon.

It wasn’t something the other members of the Inquisition, even the inner circle, were aware of. At best, Blackwall would ‘aye’, Varric note this for another book, or Sera say ‘shite’ because she wasn’t part of the expedition that time.

It had been a good hunt, ending with more gore and blood and scorch than anything. For that, the Inquisitor had to send his armor to be repaired. And Iron Bull? Well, he earned a few scars, but nothing Elfroot wouldn’t fix.

Elfroot was impossible to resist.

Still, it was with some soot still sticking to his face that Cadash eagerly poured another mug of beer for Iron Bull; though drinking his fair share, too. And the old, graying Dwarf, looked pleased that his partner was enjoying the moment.

Especially when the two were naked in the Inquisitor’s quarters, the room was decorated to fit a Dwarf’s preference for sturdy furniture. Cadash, the stoutest of the two, had a body that was… Hirsute to say the least. Gray hair peppered his broad chest, his round belly… Oh, and certainly his legs that were like pillars.

His beard, long and just as gray as his balding top, was dropping in twin braids over his chest.

And certainly… His genitals explained why he had to have a wide front-pouch to handle the Cadash family jewels.

On the opposite side, Iron Bull was a strapping Qunari. Hence, his size would practically force anyone, especially dwarves, to crane their necks to get a good look at. And what looks!His face was marked with scars, with a leathery skin. But in contrast, he had a charming smile, a budding beard, and his horns… Well, he indeed looked like a Bull or a Dragon.

Nevertheless, sitting at the table with Iron Bull, Cadash didn’t have to break his neck to talk to his lover… Nor to look very far to see Iron Bull’s impressive physique… And a more than impressive cock he was flaunting and shaking while emptying the mug.

A tease, a constant tease, Iron Bull offered, though Cadash wasn’t ‘unaffected’ by it. Quite the opposite.

The Dwarf smiled, huffed in his beard, and shook his head. He could certainly feel the heat building up in his loins with blood rushing to engorge his own shaft. Seven inches, quite admirable for a kind known for size issues and massive egos.

A cock whose foreskin was peeling off steadily, the more tension was inside, and the more blood throbbed within that fat shaft. And yet… It was not reaching Iron Bull’s nine inches, those who’d made Cadash cry for hours and walk funny for days.

“So, Inquisitor. What are our next plans for the twentieth Dragon?”

“The twentieth?” scoffed Cadash, shaking his head. “Are you planning to throw shade at Pentaghast?”

“No, not at all,” answered Iron Bull, letting go of his cock to wave his hand dismissively. “It’s not like the Inquisitor has forgotten to include her in our last three expeditions.”

“We need her expertise with the Templars. As a seeker of truth and with what she found, she’s our best bet to handle them,” scoffed the Dwarf.

“Sure, sure. And it wouldn’t help her to hunt Dragons. She always hides her smile whenever she slays a bastard. More when it’s a Dragon.”

“Hunhun. Besides, the subject was what’s for the twentieth Dragon,” replied Cadash, pressing his index finger against the wood. Face tense. Lips twitching. Terse attitude.

Silence. Iron Bull’s eye was fixated on Cadash, who kept the posture, then smiled, and laughed.

“And I got nothing!” he exploded, guffawing. “How did it look?”

“Very Inquisitorial!” confirmed Bull, grinning. “Boss. You’ve been studying Cullen?”

“Josephine. The way she makes the Ostwick nobles squirm in their seats, you must see this.”

“I already know that. You’re really-… Oh.”

“Oh?”

“It is time,” laughed Iron Bull, giving Cadash a side glance before lowering his hands to his groin, inviting the Inquisitor to jump off his seat and approach.

A table circumvented later, Cadash was practically standing between Iron Bull’s legs. Someone had put a linen sheet in front of his legs to absorb any mess, and the nearby bath remained steamy. More towels were ready.

Iron Bull and Cadash had prepared for this, just as Iron Bull raised his index finger.

“You know the rules. If you want to stop...”

“Katoh, or this,” said Cadash, raising his ring and little finger at the same time. It was a trick only he could do, and it worked wonders to communicate in public when they were doing something nasty out of sight.

This time around, it was different as Iron Bull shifted his posture, grabbed his cock, and lifted it while Cadash approached.

Already, the Qunari aroma filled his every breath, much more than the costly beer they’d been drinking. Then, the Qunari pointed his fat cocktip, dark purple and partially covered by his foreskin, towards Cadash.

Cadash, who smiled, craned his neck… And welcomed the first droplets. Already, the scent was… Different from usual. Stronger, more intense, and the sample that landed on his tongue revealed the tang of alcohol. It was all washed down, practically in an effort to drive Iron Bull to take a piss early.

The result?

It was apparent when the liquid splashed first on Cadash’s forehead and across his face, wiping the dirt and soot still sticking to his features. The flow continued when that liquid dripped over Cadash’s bushy brows and his nose, right to his beard, to his lips, to his tongue.

“Good enough, Kadan?” asked Iron Bull, clenching his abdomen to stop his bladder from releasing more.

“Peachy,” answered the Inquisitor with a grin, extending one arm to have the Qunari’s cock by his fingers… Practically offered to his touch while that cock continued to throb with desire.

“Peachy! Ah! I’ll give you peachy!” answered Iron Bull with a glint of malice. Not that he was malevolent, but he could have that dark glint when he tortured the Inquisitor or messed with him until he cried ‘Katoh’.

Even then, there were those reflexes… That hint of desire made it all the better for Cadash.

Much like now, as Iron Bull sighed, he craned his neck back… Rolled his shoulders and allowed his piss to flow. Tangy, steamy, stickier than expected. It flowed out and splashed all over Cadash’s balding head. It lustrated the sun-kissed skin. It rolled against his head, impregnating them with a stench only a man quasi-dehydrated could produce.

Even then… Even then, Cadash opened his mouth and let the flowing liquid drop into his mouth as it ran along his traits.

Ears. Cheekbones. Cheeks. Nose. Mouth. Lips. Chin… Beard. Braids.

It dripped and rolled, absorbed by the gray hair, only to saturate it and for more of that liquid to roll over those shoulders.

Iron Bull even swayed his cock gently. The jet landed left and right, splashing the hairy arms and the sides. With it, the forearms, too, were branded by the smell of urine. Much like the fingers as Cadash ran them along his drippy chest, feeling that warm liquid maculate his pectorals, his nipples, his belly.

And yet, he continued to drink it, to savor the tangy and salty flavor that came along while the liquid continued to descend… Descend to a groin that was bushy… And to a cock that was stroked.

A cock Cadash caressed, gripped, stroked with grunted moans while his erection throbbed with a rare intensity… And a rare profusion of precum.

A cock that was bright red, practically about to burst, while the Qunari continued to piss, his jet practically like a hose that covered the entire Dwarf, making sure there were practically no spots left uncovered by that yellow sheen.

Even the armpits were given a splash with Cadash lifting his arms. Even his back… Even his posterior when he spread his cheeks and let the liquid run along his spine down to his aching, red, and not-virgin asshole.

And then… With that satisfaction, Cadash accepted the jet was ending… But not without him, craning his neck and Iron Bull lowering his dick so the cocktip was pressed against Cadash’s lips, allowing him to drink from the fount.

To fill his mouth, until piss dripped from the corner of his lips, and he had to swallow the liquid loudly. His Adam’s apple even bobbed up and down before he exhaled and smiled, his face coated.

“Fucking great celebration,” said Cadash, even giving Iron Bull’s cock a kiss.

“And now for the second part. I want my piss-covered Kadan to suck me off until I give him a second shower. Can he do that?”

“Aye,” answered Cadash, imitating someone else with a chuckle before he smacked his lips, ready for another kind of shower.