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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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The next morning, the sun greeted them bright and early. It was bitterly cold but clear with a few inches of new snow left from the storm the night before. It was blindingly beautiful, as beautiful as the woman in Alistair's arms, her skin like alabaster and her eyes like a deep ocean tide. He stroked her fiery locks with his hand and smiled when she pressed close against him. He pressed his lips to her forehead before kissing that perfect red pout of hers. Her tongue flicked against his mouth and she opened wide, inviting his deep kiss. Wet and wonderful, they embraced mouths for a wonderful eternity. This woman was everything he could have dreamed of and she was worth anything, everything in the world to hold onto. If he had to share her for a night or two, it would be worth it. He would survive.
Alistair laid her out onto her back and kissed her neck, her up-turned throat and shoulders. The chill in the air teased her skin, causing goose-flesh to ripple delightfully along the surface of her otherwise smooth skin. He lovingly ran his fingers along the surface, grinning as she giggled and playfully told him to stop. He didn't, of course. His fingers traced playful swirls on her breasts, teasing her hard nipples, dark against her pale skin. She moaned, shivering with excitement as his touch ignited her desire for him. Her hands pressed against his face and she ran her fingers through his short blond hair. She pulled his head down against her breasts where his lips and tongue teased her. His lips trailed lower, lower until he found his way to the place she wanted them most.
The most wonderful thing about pleasuring Elissa was that she was far from quiet. She cried out, moaned, squealed, giggled and yelped when she was being brought to her peak. Her hands would grab his head and her legs would lock around his neck and tighten when he was getting close. Her back arched, her fingers gripped him hard, pushing his face deeper into her. And when she came, she came with a kind of explosion of wetness and excited squealing. He loved it, reveled in it and cherished every happy sound she made. At about her third climax, he swept in and merged his heavily muscled body with hers, pulling her arms and legs around him. A few thrusts were all it took to bring them both to a delightful end of the morning ritual and his moans joined the echoes of her orgasm.
They curled up in each other's arms, nuzzling and talking softly about nonsensical things and barely heard the soft knock at the door. It grew louder. Irritated, Alistair jumped from the bed, holding the sheet to his waist and left Elissa grinning, and naked, behind him on the bed. He opened it and Ambrose pushed his way in, chastising Alistair for being late. "You told me a time to meet downstairs and I was there but you were not and… I feel…that… Maker's Breath…" he murmured as he spotted Elissa, naked with her hair disheveled on the bed. She had made no effort to cover herself, something which had an immediate effect on Ambrose's body and soul. He simply could not tear his eyes away. Alistair sighed and ripped the sheet from his hips, throwing it at her. She caught it, laughing.
Alistair was stark naked, standing there, his body still aroused and gleaming with sweat. Ambrose averted his eyes but the alternative was equally naked and doing a poor job of covering herself. "You barge in, you suffer the consequences. My wife is, as I'm sure you guessed a tease and has no modesty whatsoever. Elissa, behave! And you, Ambrose, stop staring. I know she's amazing but… Ah, fade take me. You're smitten as I was the first time she and I became lovers." Alistair shook his head at Ambrose's rueful grin and went into the generously sized private bathing room for a robe.
The tall Orlesian walked around the room, trying to look at anything, everything save the extraordinary woman perched on her perfect, round bottom in the large bed. She was covered only in the front by the folds of the large, white sheet. She was holding it to her breasts, her eyes following him as he moved around the room. Her back was completely bare and it was hard for him not to stare at the slight curve of her spine as it dipped into the crevasse of her perfectly proportioned derriere. Two delightful dimples beckoned to him just above the swells of creamy, white flesh that whispered promises of passion to him.
He shook his head and concentrated on the room. It wasn't lavish by any means, not by Orlesian standards, anyway. Certainly, it was spacious with a fireplace, a large bed, armoire, a table with three chairs and an antique couch but he'd seen grander in this Inn. This was almost an economy room. Granted, it did have the private bathing room with built-in hot and cold pumps for the double occupancy tub and a practical toilet but beyond that, it was just a larger version of any other room. It did have nice curtains though…
His eyes then drifted back to the bed where Elissa still sat on her knees, her long-lashed teal eyes peering back at him from over her smooth shoulder. One brow was arched and she was grinning at him. His breathing faltered and he stared. "Hmm. You're peeking, Ambrose," she reminded him softly. He grunted and shrugged out of the heavy leather coat he arrived in.
It took her a moment to realize she was looking up at the same man she'd been traveling with this whole time. Gone were his dirty black leathers. They had been replaced with a sexy black vest, strapped to him with numerous decorative silver buckles, form-fitting black leather breeches that laced up the crotch (and bulged oh-so impressively there) and black doe-skin boots that looked as warm as they must have been soft. Under the vest, he was wearing a fine, linen shirt opened loosely under the collar-bone, giving a charming hint of black and grey-dusted chiseled chest. It had long, open sleeves that draped almost to his long-fingered, fine-boned hands. At his throat were two chains. One, elfin sliver, disappeared completely into the shirt and the other was a simple, elegant chain of intricate red-gold links.
His swords were strapped to his back and thick cuffs of heavy, laced black leather adorned each wrist. His black hair, as usual was pulled back away from his face. He looked like he'd shaved as a lot of the scruffy growth from the past several days was gone or neatly trimmed. His beard was immaculate. She noted a bit of grey in his whiskers and at the temples but his hair held most of the black color well for his age. He was suddenly quite pleasing to look at and she caught herself earning that sly half-grin as he caught her staring appreciatively up at him. She blushed.
He leaned over her as he draped the coat about her shoulders, brushed his lips against the place on her neck just behind her ear, close to the shoulder and murmured, "Remember, Mon ce'aire… I take you…" She closed her eyes and shivered at the touch, the caress of his voice and watched him as he patted Alistair on the shoulder. "Downstairs as soon as you both can dress. There is much to do today."
"What did you say to her?" Ferelden's king asked sharply.
Ambrose chuckled and walked out, leaving them alone with Alistair blinking his eyes as the man retreated. He stopped about half-way down the hall, as if just remembering something and retraced his steps as Alistair was closing the door. "One more thing… Wear something comfortable, both of you, that will be easy to remove..." his eyes flirted with Elissa's shapely hip as it flowed into the curve of her bent thigh. The creamy side of her right breast was bare. He ignored Alistair's chagrined expression as his eyes drank in her every sensual curve and he added, "…something, I think, that should be easy for you, Mon Ce'aire." She smiled in return and stretched her slender body across the bed, the sheet barely covering her body slipping and revealing more for his eyes to consume. He winked at her as he turned and left back the way he came.
When he was gone, Alistair watched Elissa slither out of the bed and walk gracefully into the bathroom. Her hips swayed provocatively, teasing him. He reacted immediately and followed her. She started pumping hot water into the tub as her husband came up behind her, his hands on her hips, the robe open. "What did he say to you?" he asked her.
She smiled over her shoulder as she added cold water to the tub. "Promise not to hurt him if I tell you?" she asked.
He shrugged. "You're going to sleep with him sooner or later so I guess I shouldn't worry about being particularly jealous."
"You don't know that. I am a married woman, after all," she chided.
Alistair laughed and ran his hands along the smooth skin of her bottom and up her back. He bent over her, cupping both her breasts in his hands and sensuously kissed her back, her shoulders and neck. "Hunh. You've been undressing the man since we left Ferelden. He gained a personality and all of a sudden, you become a little vixen anytime you get near him. Then he shows up in that outfit and… Well, I guess I can understand why. It's kind of fun to watch, actually. So. What did he say?"
She arched her back as his hands found new ways to excite her. He then did something she had never experienced in all the time they were together; he left a mark on her with his mouth. It hurt as he did it on the back of her neck, near the hairline and almost where Ambrose kissed her. She found it thrilling and he found it surprising. Shivering, she tossed her hair and smiled back at him. "He reminded me that if I continue to tease him… He'll 'take' me."
" He said, 'I'll take you?'" Alistair replied.
"Yes but deeper, sexier, accented Orlesian…"
"I'll take you…" he said, imitating their friend very accurately. Elissa nodded and rubbed her bottom against his loins. "Mmmhmmm… You'll take me?"
Alistair bent her over the tub and did indeed, take her. He wasn't gentle about it, either. The passion that arose between them in that moment was primal and raw, like a fire out of control. It was release and excitement and left them both breathless, laying in the bathtub together, arms and legs entwined in the hot water. "Maker's breath, but you are amazing. I've said this before but I really am a lucky man," he murmured into her red hair.
"I love you too…" she told him.

They two went downstairs to meet Ambrose, who was sitting at a table in the dining room of the Inn. He was daintily sipping something hot from a small cup and scowled as they approached. He muttered something foul in Orlesian and set the cup down on the little plate in front of him. He indicated with a sweep of his hand that they should sit. Pastries were laid out in a heap on the center of the table as well as a heavy metal carafe holding more of the hot liquid along with two small cups. He poured it for them and offered honey and cream. "What is it?" Elissa asked, sniffing it. She then handed Ambrose his heavy leather coat with a smile of thanks. It was smelled very masculine with scents of wood and spice, evergreen and, of course, leather. His scent was as complex as he was and very much to her liking.
"Jafe'," Ambrose answered. "It's a bit bitter to the uninitiated palette but it stirs the senses and awakens you more fully. Taken with honey and cream, the bitterness is cut and the flavor can be truly enjoyed. Dip a pastry into the jafe' and taste. Perfect!" He watched intently as Alistair and Elissa did as he asked and was rewarded by their expressions. Doubtful at first, their eyes soon widened and they both nodded vigorously. "Now tell me, Mon ver'tes… Do you have any idea what a schedule is? Perhaps you have no concept of time? We should have been done here an hour ago!"
Elissa grinned slyly at him from of the cup of her hot jafe' and said, "Hm. I had to take a few moments to appreciate my husband; every… last… inch… of him." She licked the cream filling that oozed from the edge of her pastry with a slow, seductive flick of her tongue. Alistair blushed and Ambrose narrowed his eyes, his skin flushed but a smile teasing the one corner of his mouth.
"I will show you the shops you are to visit. Arrangements for hair, face, costumes and masks have all been made. We will meet for lunch right before Elissa does her final coif and cosmetique so that you may bid farewell prior to the party," Ambrose said as he plucked a frosted pastry from the plate.
Alistair licked his fingers before wiping them on a towel. "Will you be coming?"
"Non. Eh. Maybe. I don't know. My wife and I conceived our daughter at a masquerade like this without knowing who we were. It was quite funny because we had gone to seduce others and instead, ended up with each other. Nine months later, a girl was born. I doubt my wife would have allowed another man to take her, anyway. The party was my idea to get her to open up a bit more, especially her legs. It probably was not coincidence that we wound up together. And before you accuse me of insensitivity to her plight, Alistair, know that she agreed it was a good idea and maybe some fun would be had. Alas, it did nothing for us save to give us another child."
Once breakfast was finished, the trio of Grey Wardens struck out into the frosty air. Elissa was bundled up like some kind of short bear, the fur blown this way and that by the wind. All you could see of her were her eyes and that was only when her red bangs didn't get in the way. Alistair, dressed in a simple wool tunic and breeches covered by a heavy, fur-lined winter coat, trudged on along beside her through the drifting, blowing snow. The sky was clear and the day brisk but the previous night's snow did nothing to slow the numbers of people shopping, chatting and walking about on their daily business.
If the city of Lydes was awe-inspiring at dusk, by day is was a veritable tapestry of activity and color. The women especially were bedecked in all manner of finery and feathers and bright hues. Alistair noted the presence of decorative cod-pieces protruding from the front of men's coats and blushed while the current fashion for women's dress made him blush deeper still. As Elissa had said about the dress in the window, today's styles were practically scandalous. No decent God-fearing Ferelden would be caught dead in some of it. Which meant, of course, that he loved every last bit of it. As they traveled through the streets, Ambrose was their informative guide, offering tips and making suggestions as they went along.
Finally, they stopped before a boutique. "So, you said you made…arrangements? When did you have the time to do that?" Alistair asked Ambrose before Elissa, giddy with excitement, went inside the warm shop.
The Orlesian shrugged. "I have many…connections I can call upon here. Many of the merchants owe me favors for my mercenary work. So, I can safely call on them to assist me when I wish it. I started planning our trip last night and into this morning while you were…waking up. My office is here as well. On that last street, some blocks down. I'll show it to you later. For now, we have to get Elissa a dress, you some finery, masks and… Ah! You will both be magnificent!"
Alistair laid a hand on Ambrose's shoulder and gazed up into the taller man's blue eyes. "The cost for all of this…how will we repay you?"
With another noncommittal shrug, Ambrose grinned. "The cost to me is minimal. I have friends in the places you need them and so, I use what I have to assist you both in having a truly Orlesian experience. There is nothing like it. The only true costs are the clothes, which I can easily afford. Now, Elissa, Chelen is waiting. Alistair, you come with me… There is much to be done!"
Elissa was sequestered in the back of a walled-off portion of the shop where she was told to strip down completely by a portly, middle-aged woman with graying red hair. She was curt and business-like as she measured every curve, every angle, and every width of Elissa's petite, tightly-muscled physique. She was athletic with clearly define musculature that was powerful yet graceful and very feminine. Chelen asked a few questions in very thickly accented Fereldan, mostly dealing with Elissa's obvious pregnancy. At five months, she was clearly showing but small enough that Chelen was confident it could be completely and utterly well-hidden. She was constantly bringing out materials and comparing them to Elissa's pale skin and against other fabrics. She was fast on her feet and barked terse commands at her elfin helpers, who scurried to handle their tasks. At one point, she was given a mug of hot jafe' sweetened with honey and tempered with cream. In the cold air of the shop, she was thankful for the rush of warmth the drink gave her.
Eventually, a corset was brought out and tied snugly to Elissa's torso. It was heavy teal lace with boning designed in such a way that it flowed gracefully from her chest, where special half-cups embraced and provocatively lifted her large breasts. It stopped just under the nipples, which were left bare, erect and protruding above the satin-lined lace. The remainder flowed down, cinching her waist and curving around her hips. The effect was startling. By lifting her breasts high, smoothing out the bump in her middle, and narrowing her waist, Chelen had effectively erased the pregnancy with a simple, if modestly uncomfortable article of clothing. That left Elissa standing in only the corset and nothing else.
Twice, Chelen pinched Elissa's nipples, pulling them over the cups supporting her breasts, without an explanation. The final time she did it, it was to place an ornate spiraling band of rhinestone-encrusted metal around each nipple and set flush against her dark areolas. The contrast between the dark red-brown of the sensitive skin there and the silvery material with its sparkling stones was eye-catching. Elissa was stunned by them. They enhanced the look of her bare breasts by adding a bit of decorative color and sizzle to them. She rather liked them as she watched them glitter in the mirror. "Von, von! If you sink zey are stunning, imagine what ze men will sink! Ahn ze women will be zo jealous, zey will not know what to do!" Chelen giggled proudly.
By lunch, she had Elissa wearing the corset and glittery stockings clipped to buckles dangling from the corset's lower part. They were sheer black lace and studded with more tiny rhinestones. She tried in vain to get Elissa to forgo panties all together but finally allowed a tiny pair of black lace ones with a single strap that ran up the valley between the cheeks of her bottom. They had no crotch and even with them on, over the garter straps, she felt utterly nude.
Because the dress was not yet complete, the boutique owner instructed her to return after her coif and cosmetique and it would be ready then. For the meantime, she would wear the simple, plain dress she'd worn there.
With the corset, her figure took on a startling new shape and her higher breasts and obvious nipples made her look far more sensuous than the high-necked dress was designed for. It also made her walk straighter, taller and more sensually. That meant that when she met her husband and Ambrose at the little eatery they'd eaten dinner at the night before, the two men couldn't tear their eyes off of her. Alistair even reached out and fondled her right there, in the restaurant with Ambrose gazing at her as he did it. She giggled and batted away his hand. "Silly. Stop that! You've never been that brave before. What's got into you?"
"I don't know! You're just so… Something is different. You're wearing something that's taken and changed you just enough that I want to see what's under there," came her husband's excited reply.
Grinning, Ambrose said, "It is a corset, Alistair. It makes subtle, yet fascinating alterations to perfect a woman's physique so that she more closely resembles the ideal that we men prefer. The effect is mesmerizing. Were we to see the item itself, no matter how many times you have see your wife's perfect body in the flesh, we would both be her thralls, subject to her every whim and desire. Indeed, I wonder what else lurks under that unassuming smock, yes?" Elissa blushed and tried to use food to cover her embarrassment.
It wasn't only her two companions who were eyeing her as she ate. Other men had begun to notice her as well, causing Ambrose and Alistair to reflexively reach for their weapons. "Okay, fellows, that is quite enough. I am fully capable of taking out every man in this establishment by myself. Which reminds me, I need to get going. I have a lot more to do." She finished her lunch and carefully rose from the table.
Ambrose rose as well, reaching for her chair in the same motion and pulled it out for her. "Alistair, I will escort her to the coiffure and cosmetique. They are close-by. Will you allow me?"
Her husband nodded but wagged a finger at the tall Warden as he offered Alistair's queen his arm. "Don't you try anything. I'm onto you," he half-jokingly warned Ambrose. The Orlesian laughed and escorted her out into the street.
They walked arm-in-arm for several shops, turned a corner and stopped. Ambrose then leaned forward, pulled her limply into his arms and kissed her passionately, softly, teasingly, slowly until she could hardly keep her feet under her. Any thoughts of protest died with the kiss's magic cast upon her body. Through his leather pants, she could feel his need and shuddered with a need of her own. "Hmm. He was right. You are certainly a woman of insatiable desire and you really are attracted to me. I'm genuinely flattered."
"Am-Ambrose, what you just did… Why did I enjoy it so much? Shouldn't I want to at least smack you for being so brazen? I'm Ferelden's queen, you know," she said softly.
He laughed and pulled her back into his embrace. "Yes, yes and the Great Hero of Ferelden and all of that. Ah, but inside, you are still just a woman. Why did you enjoy what you know you ought not to have enjoyed so?" He leaned in and repeated the kiss again but this time, he kept it sensual; a flurry of soft lips lightly grazing her own. "Because I am not him." He pushed her gently away from him and, hands on her shoulders, he pointed at a sign featuring a mirror and brush. It was called, "Le Sensualique Coif", "The Sensual Hair or Hair-do" depending on how it was translated. "Go. Cosmetique is three shops down on the left. You will not see me again. Unless I desire it."
"Will you… desire it?" she asked him shyly.
"But of course! But I like surprises too much to allow you know when or where I might pop up. Make yourself stunning, Mon ce'aire… as if you need much help doing that, eh? Heh heh."
She watched him leave with a smile on her lips as she walked up the steps to get her hair done.
To be continued…
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