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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
Disclaimer: All characters and Dragon Age are property of Bioware/EA. I made no money, sadly.

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Author's note: The Masquerade is a series of chapters that I wrote for a number of reasons, including, well, the fun of it. Also, it's used for character development and subtle plot development. If you would rather skip forward, by all means. The heaviest of the plot begins in about 3 chapters, Bittersweet Goodbyes. But the sexy yummy stuff during the ball and just after is a nice diversion. This story gets altogether too depressing later on.

Alistair stood nervously in the midst of the curious partiers. He was impressed by the attire worn and the amount of flesh exposed but he was uncertain as to exactly how he had arrived here. Not physically, but mentally. No wonder Ambrose had laughed at him. Next time, Ambrose was coming along to translate every nuance of the Orlesian language so that he wouldn't make a mistake like this again.
He started forward, intent on finding his wife when a woman slid up behind him and purred against him. Her hands rand up his torso and slid in behind golden halves of soft, short fur that made up his vest. She caressed his chest while making little sounds of content. He couldn't help himself. It felt good. Damn good, as her hands stroked his nipples and smoothed over the sharply defined muscles of his stomach. He leaned into it and closed his eyes.
Another woman approached him from the front, smiling seductively. She was dressed as a flamboyant, colorful peacock complete with a gown resembling a spray of teal, blue and green "feathers" that drifted along in a flourish of iridescent silks behind her. The bodice had a deep "v" that left her breasts completely exposed almost to her pubis, below her navel. Her breasts were painted elaborately to look like teal and green feathers and they had been dusted with glitter. The woman's nipples were pierced with jewels connected to an elaborate chain stretching between them and a bejeweled necklace. Feathers sprayed out from her shoulders and her mask was the face of her signature bird. Jewels winked atop the head "feathers" and her lips had been painted a glittering iridescent purple. She touched his body with hands bedecked with jewels and incredibly, impossibly long nails the same theme and color as her dress. She smoothly lowered herself to her knees and removed his heavy lion-head cod-piece with a hungry smile.
Alistair gasped as the woman opened the front of his pants and pleasured him with her purple lips. Two more women joined her, the four taking turns fawning over his beautiful body and the large, uncircumcised member that now had a life of its own. He was trapped by a multitude of attentive tongues whose clever strokes held him as well as any lock and chain. The fact that he was in the middle of a large, crowded ball-room had caused him some consternation in the beginning but he was now so distracted that his anxiety took a back-seat to the glorious pleasure surrounding him. He sighed. So, okay, he could do this. Maybe, just maybe, he might survive this night. Perhaps not with any shred of his morality in tact but he would walk out with a smile on his contented face at least. Orlais was a whole other world, that's for damn sure.
When the ladies finished their pleasing assault of his person, he replaced his codpiece and, dignity clinging by a thread, he made his way through the crowd. As he searched for the lovely creature he hoped he would know as his wife, he paused before a reflective piece of black marble. He appraised what he saw with a smile and even squared his shoulders in a kind of heroic pose. He cut a striking figure in his elaborate lion-themed costume.
The colors were in golds and browns, feline accents and creatively cut pieces of leather and cloth. The golden-brown suede shirt he wore was lightly furred about the edges framing his broad chest and plunged to the leopard-skin belt that he wore low on his narrow hips. The shirt was so tight, no detail was left to the imagination, including his pert nipples. The sleeves were tight to the elbows and then flared, flowing loosely and lined in deep purple. A heavy furred cape hung asymmetrically from his shoulders and threatened to drag on the marble floors. It, like the sleeves was lined in purple. He wore skin-tight breeches open on the sides that showed an impressive amount of muscle all the way up to the hips. You could see the definition through the tight, brown leather.
A mask resembling the noble gaze and upper jaw of a mighty lion complete with a huge mane of tawny fur was perched upon his head. He found it easier than he had initially thought to see through the clear "eyes" of the mask. He was clean-shaven and the costume artist had pierced his ear so that a large gold hoop dangled from the now inflamed earlobe. It was throbbing dully. His lips were painted a dark brown and glittered. Gold dust was liberally applied to all exposed areas of his skin, including his chest. To top it off, he wore gold-painted lion-themed cuffs and a heavy lion-head pendent that rested upon his chest, held there by a furred thong. The boots were soft and they were made of many colors and textures of leather cut into lion-shapes and applied in a seemingly random pattern on the outer part that made up the visible part of the boot. The final addition was a gratuitous, lion-head-shaped cod-piece that growled from his groin. Behind it, his crotch bulged nicely and was laced in contrasting leather thongs. To his earlier dismay, the cod-piece was ridiculously easy to remove. He was now no longer so concerned.
He looked around and smiled. All these women, all this beauty and amazing food were going to be wonderful. For the first time in his life, he could break loose of the trappings of Fereldan society and the Landsmeet's prudish standards and be someone he'd never thought possible. He grinned and slid up behind a beautiful swan and gripped her breasts from behind. She responded by wiggling her hips against his groin. He kissed her neck and sighed. When in Orlais…
In the room at that very same moment, Elissa looked up and spotted the newest member of the party: a lion-themed man with an impressive body and an even more impressive costume. He was currently seducing a lovely white-swan-garbed woman whose arm was snaked around his neck as he kissed her. She smiled, wondering what he looked like under all that leather and started for him when someone grabbed her arm, halting her forward progress. She looked around and spotted a man taller than most. He was striking to behold and smiled disarmingly at her. Her new dance partner bowed low and offered her his hand. Smiling sweetly, she curtsied and took it.
He had been announced as the "Legendary Black Fox," which implied he'd been to this ball before. The attention he received certainly seemed to indicate this. Tall and slender, he was nevertheless a strikingly muscular man. He was wearing a fox-inspired costume in tones of black and deep red. He looked like a cross between a dashing rogue and a woman's fantasy in leather and silk.
Atop his head was an elaborate furred mask in a stylized fox-face complete with whiskers and a white muzzle set against a black coat. His eyes were covered by red lenses so you could not see his eyes. Spilling from the mask were layers of black and purple hair that cascaded in a shimmering waterfall to his waist. The shirt he wore was blood-red, shimmering silk with a high collar and it was loosely tucked into a tight, corset-styled black leather vest. It was asymmetrically tucked into one-side, fully exposing one side of his generous chest. Gold chains hung about his neck, contrasting nicely with his glittering bronzed skin. The sleeves were loose, flowing and open at the shoulders. The sleeves closed at the elbows where two black bands gathered the loose folds of fabric. From there the sleeves flowed into fingerless black gloves that had several buckles and went about half-way to his elbows. The belt was a pale-red sash buckled with a stylized fox-head made of blackened silver. It had ruby eyes. She noticed he wore thigh-high black leather boots and a heavy leather cape lined with brilliant red silk. It draped diagonally across his collar bone, covering one shoulder. A fake rapier hung at his hip, completing the rogue look.
The breeches, however elaborate the rest was, stole the show with the way they enhanced his body. Made of crimson suede, they were skin-tight and stitched up the sides and crotch. Elissa noticed there was a flash of light there, a bit of contrasting color that peered through a one or two-inch gap between the two sides of the pants' front. She looked closely at the stitches and she realized she was looking through them to the thick head of his generously proportioned cock. It had been dusted with bronze glitter so that it sparkled like his skin. He grinned as he noted the direction of her gaze and the way her fingers strayed to her lips with shock. He whirled her about and dipped her deeply. Startled, she tried to recover and almost fell. His arms were around her, the fingers of his left hand lightly grazing the skin of her breasts.
Thus began the first of their many dances that night. He was an expert and rarely shared her with other men. The lion-man did take her away for playfully executed Remigold, which should have given her an idea of whom she danced with. But she was having so much fun that she ignored the clues that were practically in her face during the dances. From one man to the next, she whirled. Hands touched her, lips caressed her face and her body became a target for every mouth it came near. She loved it. She reveled in it and swam in the sea of sweat and muscle that surrounded her. Even women kissed her and touched her.
Eventually, she broke free from the maelstrom of sex and sweet sweat so that she could drink and get something from the huge buffet spread out along one wall. An elf wearing a silvery metal cage on his penis and elaborate body-paint in shades of black and silver, approached her with a silver-eyed smile. His arms were decorated in metal bands but that was it. "How are you holding up? I have a juice that will restore some of your stamina if you like."
Breathless, she nodded and accepted the cup from his proffered tray. She downed it in a gulp and walked along with him to the buffet. "This ball is… It's amazing. I've never done anything quite so outrageous in my life."
The elf nodded sagely. "You Fereldans are a very sheltered people. You don't enjoy the carnal pleasures the way we do. Or fashion. Or beauty. Such a pity. You are a fantastic example of your kind, Milady, if I may be so bold. Have you any questions?"
"When do we reveal ourselves to the other dancers?" she asked, helping herself to a plate and several bite-sized portions of vegetables, pasta and meat. She added a glass of the addictive bubbling wine the Orlesians seemed fond of. Clear and sweet, it seemed to go straight to the head.
Her companion smiled and helped her sit at one of the tables. "Soon. The announcement for Beau and Belle will occur first and then, once they leave, the veil will be lifted and you can show yourselves."
As she ate, Elissa raised an eyebrow. "Bow and Bell? Huh?"
"Non. Beau and Belle. The king and queen of the ball, if you will. The last four years it was won by the Black Fox and the lovely Peacock. They make a striking pair. However, it appears they both have some competition this year."
"Oh?"
"Yes. You and that lion-garbed fellow. He's even got the men in knots. But you have a better chance than he, I think, because of your charisma. The poor lion looks confused half the time. The fox will win again, I think. He always does." The elf raised a glass of wine and toasted her with a smile as he rose to his feet. "Good luck, Milady."
Elissa started to rise and looked up at the startling erotic image before her. The handsome Black fox was standing right in front of her, his crotch just under her line of sight. She was shamelessly staring at him, her mouth suddenly very moist. His hands reached for her, helped her to stand and then escorted her back onto the dance floor. His arms surrounded her from behind in a slow dance where his hips pressed against hers and they swayed slowly, the Fox's right fingers gently stroking her nipple, the hand cupping her full breast and his lips burned a passionate trail along her neck. His other hand surrounded her, held her close to him. He seemed utterly enraptured by her.
Suddenly, someone grabbed him and Elissa found she was no longer in his embrace. He hissed and pushed the peacock-woman back with one hand, shaking his head. He then turned back to his original partner, bowed deeply at his waist and escorted her deeper into the throng of dancing bodies. The peacock squeaked defiantly and tried to chase him but the lion-man intervened and grabbed her for a playful dance. Distracted temporarily by his broad chest, she danced with him though her eyes were fixated on the Fox. Eventually, she moved onto another man though she continued to stalk the fox and his lovely companion.
The Lion whirled around and found a woman with thick red hair embracing him from behind. Grinning, he took her pale hands and led her into a lively dance. She was dressed in a long, concealing white gown cut strategically around her breasts so that he could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her mask was designed to look ethereal, like a faerie's long-lashed eyes and her lips were white-crystal dusted blue. Glittery gossamer wings clung to straps against her backless dress. The curve of her round bottom and a gratuitous amount of crack was visible above the drape of fabric that formed the nearly sheer white skirt. He thought she looked pregnant. At last! He was certain he had found his wife. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. His hand moved behind the top of her dress. She giggled and touched his arm then pointed at a door leading away from the dance-floor. He nodded eagerly and they moved swiftly through the crowd to one of the corridors where empty rooms were now filling with amorous couples and groups.
After several more minutes of dancing, their host, a nobleman with a paunch and impeccably dressed in attired suited for formal occasions, ascended the stage where the musicians finally were taking a break. He cleared his throat and an elfin woman called for the dancers to stop dancing. He then began to speak in crisp, flowery Orlesian, which Elissa knew not a word of. She gripped the hand of the Fox, who grinned down at her.
"Before we announce the Beau and Belle of the ball," a translating elf called out in a high, far-reaching voice, "We have some diversions for you. The first is the Illusionist Levon De'Parteau. His magic is not what we are used to and is for entertainment's sake only. If any of you are Templars, ignore him and we will ignore you. Ladies and gentlemen… Levon De'Parteau!" The nobleman and the elf stepped away to cheers. On the stage stood a skinny elf that was, nonetheless, imposing in his makeup. He wasn't wearing much but what he wore was glittering and flowing around his partially nude body. He was wearing pants but they were completely crotchless so his long member swayed as he moved across the stage.
In heavily accented Fereldan, he started to explain his first act. "Ah veel vow you weese mah illuseons anf, pairhaps, reel masjeek! What eese reel? What eese illusion? You deside! For mah fairst act, ah veel make somesing sexy, somesing arousing appear. Now…" he gestured to the peacock woman and pulled her up on stage. He gestured to a low, flat table. "Vareefy zat ce table eese empty. Von? Empty? Bon! You aire done. Sankyou. Now, I shall place a shjeet ovair ze space whaire ze taball stands." He held up a heavy red sheet and jerked it three times. The sheet remained hovering and the Levon moved his hands under it, in front of it and around it. It hovered there as if held up by some kind of frame.
He gestured dramatically and all of a sudden, an image appeared. It was of a couple seducing each other, masks and most of their clothing intact. The man had the woman on her knees and was making love to her from behind. His lips grazed her neck and shoulders and sucked her ears as he pushed himself deep inside her, his hips rolling languidly. Elissa watched and realized that it was the lion-man. He was steadily grinding away, groping his partner's full breasts and was otherwise completely unaware of the observers watching them. There were moans as partiers became aroused and were handling their arousal. The illusionist grinned and reached for the sheet. With a loud snap, it came away, revealing the two partially-clothed humans actually making love on the table. The woman was partially crouching, her back to the Lion's front as he pushed into her rhythmically from behind. His hands were grabbing her breasts hard. He moaned low and long and came in a sudden explosion of excitement. He never spoke but when hands came together in boisterous applause, he did yelp and ducked behind the woman, who was grinning as she pulled her dress back together.
She rose and helped him stand. The cod piece still in the room, he was completely exposed and still semi-erect. He tried to cover himself up shyly but it was impossible; his hand wasn't big enough. The woman boldly urged him to bow and, dignity as intact as they could muster, they descended into the crowd where they were greeted as heroes. The lion man blushed and tried to escape but they were now surrounded. Elissa grinned. That just had to be Alistair. Oh well. Her turn now. She looked up at the Fox, whose amused half-grin looked very familiar to her.
There were more magic tricks and a final show displaying the amazing juggling act of the troupe, "Coses en L'aire" or "Stuff in Air." The Fox never laughed as they watched the shows. He smiled a bit and squeezed her hand tightly but otherwise appeared impassive throughout the shows. Eventually, he was led away from her by a group of women. He seemed to reluctantly dance with them though his eyes kept searching for Elissa. She too was being entertained by several partiers and, laughing, she became part of the ball once again.
At the end of the dancing, their host once again ascended the stage for another speech and judging from the excited shuffling around her, they were clearly anticipating something. Elissa searched for the Fox and found him near the stage. The translator began speaking, "This is the part of the ball where you will soon be allowed to shed your masks, speak aloud and shed your inhibitions." Cheers answered him. "We now announce the Belle and Beau of the Ball! For the fourth time in a row, the Black Fox is Beau! Everyone raise your hands for the Black Fox!" Around her, people cheered and her handsome dance partner ascended the steps. He looked at her and waved as he stood patiently beside their host.
"Our Belle tonight is a new face. We were awed by her charisma, her willingness to let loose and enjoy and, of course, her beauty. Would Tule Lind ascend the stage?" She looked around as people searched for the winner. Someone then nudged her. Then another person nudged her. Then a group of people were nudging her. She was slowly but surely being pushed in the direction of the stage. As she approached the steps, the Peacock woman ran past her and ran up onto the stage. She tried to take the crown from the hands of the elf but he refused.
"I am the Belle! I am always the belle! I have won four years in a row and it is with a surety that I am the most beautiful." The Nobleman hosting the dance drew himself up and barked something at her in Orlesian. The Peacock bristled as the Black Fox gently took her by the wrists and escorted her down off the stage. She struggled, yelling at him. He then took Elissa by the hand and tried to pull her up on stage. The Peacock took the moment to forcibly try to shove her to the ground. Elissa, an expert fighter and perfectly balanced, even with the added weight of the baby, did not go down. She took the Peacock by her shoulders and pushed her into the arms of a nearby man. She wasn't gentle about it.
Daintily, Elissa accepted the Fox's hand as he led her up on stage. The crowd cheered and Elissa was rewarded with a glittering tiara that was perched upon her sparkling coif. "Your first prize is, of course, your beau. The second prize is a carriage ride through the city. The third is a luxurious suite here in my estate for you and your Beau to use for two days. You will be served hand and foot as you desire. Congratulations!"
To Be Continued…
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