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Tainted Dreams	By : wyldehart Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 3478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elissa awoke slowly, happily and lifted her arms over head in a broad stretch. There was a mouth gently pleasuring her breast while a hand was exploring her below her protruding belly. She met the eyes of her grinning husband and smiled sleepily in return. It was he whose hand was teasing her between her thighs. The young man who had started off as her masseuse was sucking on one of her nipples, his hand running along the length of her pregnant body. She sighed contentedly and murmured, "Is this a dream? Do I really have two naked men in my bed pleasuring my body? And you're not threatening the other with your sword?"
Alistair chuckled and lowered his mouth to hers in a long, wet, sensuous kiss that left her with a shiver. "He earns coin for this so I'm not feeling very threatened right now. Watching him make love to you has actually been something of a turn-on for me. And he's taught me far more than I ever learned from Zev. It's allowed me to focus on pleasuring you more fully while he deals with the boring, grinding parts of it. Sex is so complicated, you know? By the way, you slept like a baby, sandwiched as you were between us. We both woke up… ah… ready to play, if you know what I mean. If you're up for it, there's something I want to try this morning, T'herau's suggestion. I think you'll like it."
She reached up with both hands and pulled Alistair's mouth firmly onto hers, sucking hard on his tongue and lips. "You started this. Whatever you both want to do, I don't care, as long as you are both touching me! Maker's Breath, but last night was amazing!" Alistair laughed, partly at himself because never in his wildest dreams had he ever considered doing anything like what he'd done last or what he was about to do now. Grinning, he whispered into Elissa's ear exactly what he was about to do to her and she flushed with pleasure.

It was late in the morning when they finally left the room and headed downstairs. They found Ambrose in the great-room, seated on a couch with a young woman stretched across his lap. They were sitting, forehead to forehead, talking softly in the foreign Orlesian tongue to one another. The royal pair tried to slip past without disturbing Ambrose and his petite, elfin companion but failed as he spotted them. "You two, er, slept in late. How was it?" Is Ambrose teasing me? Alistair wondered as he felt himself slowly growing scarlet. "The, ahem, massage I mean? Was he big? I mean, was he talented? With his hands, I mean?" Okay, Alistair decided darkly, the Orlesian dies.
Elissa smiled sweetly and kissed Ambrose's forehead. "The massage was just what I needed. My back was killing me after that fight and I fell right to sleep." She was lying! Maker, he loved that woman… "Alistair also got a massage but his wasn't nearly as wonderful as mine. I was very lenient about where and what T'herau massaged. My husband was much more conservative. And I take it you didn't get much sleep," she said, appraising the young woman with an arched eyebrow.
Ambrose sighed and said something flowery in his richly accented Orlesian to the young woman and, very reluctantly, she removed himself from his lap. She walked away after casting a foul look over her narrow shoulder. Alistair realized for the first time that what he thought was a tight-fitting bodice was, in fact, intricate tattoo-work on her bare breasts, back and shoulders. Her nipples had remained ink-free; hiding amid the colored flowers, leaves and swirls that otherwise covered her from the ribs up. "For about ten years or so, my wife and I have not been…intimate with one another. I have been given permission to find my pleasure as necessary as a result."
Elissa blinked at him and convulsively grabbed Alistair's hand. "You're in a loveless marriage? But I thought…?"
Ambrose chuckled and shook his head. "No no. Not loveless at all. We love each other very much. It's just that sex does nothing for her anymore. It's sad really. We made our children and then she stopped desiring the act itself. I am both a Grey Warden and a man so, naturally, I was forced to either get her 'fixed', find a new wife or get permission to please myself in other ways. The first option we tried but failed. The second option wasn't going to happen. Third was her idea, not mine."
Ambrose watched the blood drain from Alistair's face and smiled as he realized what he'd just said. Elissa caught on as well and promptly propped herself up onto her toes and kissed her husband sweetly. "Sorry, Your Majesty. You won't get off that easily. Or maybe you will? I too am a Grey Warden and easily aroused. No baby is going to keep me from having your delicious body against me whenever I desire it. Got me?" He nodded thankfully and actually seemed to deflate as Elissa walked away from him. "I'm starving! Is there anything to eat in here?"
Another young woman appeared at that moment and flashed a smile at Alistair. He noted that her hair had been dyed purple to match the paint on her skin. She was completely naked save for a bit of sheer silk draped across her hips. "Come this way. The kitchen is reserved only for honored guests and Veronica's employees. Otherwise, the rest of the settlement has to eat in the crew mess facility. It was left standing in the attack, remarkably. The cook left out an assortment of breakfast items including glazed eggs, ham, sausage, pastries and seasonal fruit. Grapes and melon, I think."
They went to the small kitchen to eat and Elissa set upon the Glazed Eggs with gusto until she recognized the sauce that had been poured over them. It was utterly delicious and instantly sent her into a fit of heaves. She ran for the nearest trash bin and threw up. Alistair tried not to laugh as he asked Ambrose if there were any other eggs, un-glazed. Nodding, Ambrose turned to the stove and started breaking out a pan and three eggs.
She returned as Alistair explained to Ambrose, "…only that kind of sauce on the eggs and she loves them that way! Very frustrating for her. It's a by-product of the pregnancy, I guess. She has the strangest cravings, too! Once, she asked me to go to the larder for pickles and a jar of syrup. She poured the syrup over the pickles and tore into them like they were the most delicious things she'd ever eaten. You should have seen her face! Crazy."
She immediately turned green again. "Ugh. The pickles and syrup! What was I thinking…! Crap… I hate you, Alistair." She bolted back to the receptacle and threw up yet again. This time he couldn't hold back the laughter. Ambrose gazed at her sympathetically and held up her plate for her. "Eggs sans sauce, Madam, as you require." She gazed at it in shocked silence as she took it.
"You…cook?" she asked. He shrugged. "I am no Orlesian Chef, Mon Ce'aire, but I know my way around a stove. I have added a bit of seasoning to them so they are not bland. They are semi-soft, not runny but perfectly smooth and creamy within. Do you approve?" She tried a bite and nodded vigorously. Alistair mouthed, "Show-off" at him as Ambrose cleaned up his dirty pans. He was ignored.
With breakfast concluded, the three Grey Wardens headed to the door of the house. Outside, a massive clean-up was taking place. For as many miners that died, there was a large number of support staff that had remained hidden during the attack. They were now repairing those things that needed fixing and clearing anything that littered the ground. Much of it had been alive until the day before. It was interesting to watch because even some of the brothel's employees were out in the snow doing the same jobs as everyone else. It was an impressive sight.
Alistair heard Veronica barking terse commands to her workers, especially the two dwarves trying to fix the sorting device. She was standing on the short porch of the house, leaning against the rail. "Can it be repaired?" she asked. The fatter, older of the two looked it over carefully. "Aye. Broke at the seams, looks like. Bit of effort and some sealer aughta get it right back in shape. The pump is the big concern. It's drawing air from somewhere and we can't see where it's coming from. It won't pump water unless we can clear the air from the line. No worries, though. We'll have it up and running before lunch."
"Good. We need to get into the mines before it gets late and get some grinding done. Sweet Maker above. I have one of the most advanced operations in the Frostbacks and the most technical problems as well. You gotta love enclosed plumbing systems. Good morning!"
The two smiled as the approached her. "Good morning!" Elissa said cheerfully.
Veronica turned to them. She was wearing a long robe made of multiple animal furs and her hair, golden in the warmth of the house, was actually quite brilliantly white. It framed her face like a cloud of wind-blown spider-silk as the cold breeze picked up. Her pert nose was red, as were her cheeks. Her eyes were like gleaming emeralds. "I see you're no worse for wear, considering how long you two held onto my favorite of the boys." The woman's accent was rich but only slightly Orlesian. She had the look and bearing of a noble-woman but seemed more laid back, more relaxed.
Elissa laughed and looked around bustling settlement with interest. "He's good with his hands," she murmured with a sly smile at the madam. "So, what is all of this?"
The plump woman leaned against the railing and gestured with her hand to various points of interest as she spoke. "Over there is the barracks. That is where the miners and support staff sleep. It's very cozy with a common room, recreation room and a huge fireplace. Everyone has a cubical containing bit of space with storage and a bed. We only have a hand of female miners so they occupy a small area of the barracks near the back. Not really private but the boys leave them alone. Well, unless they don't want to be left alone. I walked in on an orgy once. The crew mess hall is there as well. It runs practically all the time and the miners have access to it even when the cooks are taking a break. The miners are paid monthly, the most in the business. I offer only but one form of entertainment and we snare travelers going to and from Orlais so we can afford to provide some extra creature-comforts for the miners.
"Over there, those forges are for the isolation of the various ores we find. Currently, there are three though I plan to build two more. Our Smiths are highly adept at separating metals from one another and they take the raw ore and either mix it with other metals to form more complex compounds, like steel and bronze, or they are smelted into bars for shipment and eventual sale. Over there we have the pride and joy of my facility; the sorter.
"The miners don't have to leave the mine unless they wish to. At frequent intervals, a runner will collect the ore and gems in a cart and wheel it to the chute in the mountain-side. The blend of rocks, ore and gems is flushed through with water poured down the shaft and it falls onto the sorting rig. Water is then pumped from the top, creating 'mud' or slurry, which gets pushed further down to the sorters. The finest particles, thesand, get removed through the wire mesh it travels over, leaving the bigger bits behind. Sorters look carefully at each rock, each tiny pebble and determine what has value and what is useless. Ores are separated by type in buckets as are gems. Particularly fine pieces get special treatment.
"The water falls through the mesh and into the underlying track to be returned to the pump and recycled. This keeps it moving and thus does not allow it to freeze. We don't operate when the sorter is frozen because that's a good indicator that it's simply too cold for us to function. I treat my workers as well as they treat me. They do what they are able to do and they get paid better than most and the benefits are impressive! Elves, thanks to their better eyes and hands, generally do the sorting. Dwarves maintain the sorter and mind the forges and humans and dwarves alike work the mines. I've only had a couple of elves ever work the mines because they do tend to be smaller and weaker. But everyone does what they feel they can do. They're all equals in my eyes. I won't limit them."
"It's an ingenious system, for sure," Alistair remarked as her looked around. The weather had turned in their favor and he was itching to move on. "We appreciate your hospitality but I think we need to push onward while the weather is holding. What do you need from us?"
Veronica smiled and headed back inside the house. She waited for them to enter before she closed the door behind them. "That fight cost me a lot of my strongest people. We're not fighters, we're miners and killing Darkspawn is only a part-time job. I need to hire new staff if this operation is to flourish and as we are coming into the cold months, I feel it would be wise to get staffed back up so that we can train while we have the opportunity."
Elissa shivered inside her fur cloak and pressed herself against Alistair's armored body. "This isn't cold?" she asked. The other woman laughed and approached a desk near the door. "Cold, my darling? Far from it. The water still flows and we can function. Cold is when the running water petrifies where it drops and fingers and toes turn blue in a manner of seconds. Winter is harsh up here, along the pass. Many go to Lydes during the winter to wait it out then return to the mountains when it warms up again. That's where I want you to go. Put up some signs and inform the bartenders and innkeepers that Veronica's hiring again. My contact there is a good place to as well. Even go to the chantry, if you like. Though… since I don't maintain a chanter here, I try to discourage the devout from applying. Oh and while you're chatting with my contact, I have a list of the dead you need to give him. He'll inform the families."
They watched as Veronica came around to them, her carefully designed "Help Wanted" signs in hand. "What about Halamshiral?" Elissa asked. "I thought that was a city? It's marked as one on my map."
"It's a crumbling reminder of the Chantry's foolishness when dealing with people they don't understand. It was destroyed a long time ago and abandoned by the Dalish Elves. Though it is abandoned, the elves are highly protective of it and won't let a damned soul near the place. If you camp there, you'll wake up as a pin-cushion," Veronica remarked softly. "Go the extra half-day's journey and head straight to Lydes. All you'll find in Halamshiral are a few ghosts and what might have been some fine architecture at one point."
Ambrose accepted the fliers with a nod and reached for his pack. "Then we leave?" he asked eagerly.
"Let's go!" Alistair said cheerfully and he picked up his own heavy pack and threw it over his shoulder. He came close to Veronica and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for all you've done for us."
The woman smirked. "I loaded you up with travel rations and a good soup-base. Use them well, use them wise. Good luck to you all."
They left the mining camp looking much more like it always looked. As they were heading back out into the snowy pass, Alistair could have sworn he heard one of the dwarves cry, "Eureka! Water flows again!" and Veronica's testy reply, "'Bout damn time! Now get to work, you laggards!" followed by laughter. If he ever needed a job working the mountain's surface, here would be a fine place to get one.
To be Continued…
Next: Into the "City of Ghosts and Shadows"
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