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Tainted Dreams	By : wyldehart Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 3479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elissa took the Fox's hand and allowed him to escort her to the Estate door. Dawn was caressing the city and had brought with it more snow and intense cold. She was given her heavy fur coat but the Fox refused his own fox-fur garment. He said something playful in Orlesian to the elf holding it and the elf, after a knowing smile at Elissa, nodded. They went down the steps and up to the awaiting carriage. The Fox held out his hand and helped her inside before following her himself. He sat across from her and held her hand to his lips. Smiling, she removed her mask and smirked as he stared at her. "Take yours off," she said.
He shook his head and looked out the window as the carriage jumped to a start. He excused himself with a hand gesture and stuck his head out the window. In Orlesian, he said something to the driver, who barked something back. Content, he settled back into his seat, his eyes on her. "I know it's you, Ambrose. We might as well drop the pretense and do, well, whatever we're going to do."
Laughing, he removed his mask and slipped onto the seat beside her. She reclined in his arms. "How long have you suspected?"
"Not long. I think it was when you smiled at Alistair."
"Alistair? The fortunate lion… Of course. How pathetic of me not to realize. So… Now what?" he said softly, a smile tugging at his painted lips.
She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Now, you take me…" She shrugged out of the coat and touched her breasts with her fingers.
He blinked at her, startled by her wanton display of desire for him. He had almost convinced himself that it was all completely one-sided. That Elissa would want him in return was both blessing and curse. He loved Alistair too much to hurt him. "Elissa…this could be a bad idea. Alistair…"
"…is fine with it. Trust me. He knows me too well and he knew this would happen sooner or later. He challenged me on it, in fact."
"Von. He told me not to encourage you but… Maker, you are like water to a parched man. I can no more resist you than he could resist drinking. Forgive me when I say that I need you."
"Then take me, Ambrose. Take me with everything you've got and show me what all your experience has taught you," she murmured, lifting her breasts above the corset and thumbed her cold-hardened nipples. It was quite frigid without the coat. She loved it.
Ambrose's gaze followed her hands and soon, he was touching her as well. "Hmm. A brief ride in a carriage would only graze the surface of my skill, Mon ce'aire," he chuckled softly. Tenderly, his lips touched her nipple, his tongue wrapped around it, teased it and he sucked gently. Then his tongue started fiddling with the metal decoration and a moment later he offered it to her with his teeth. "Take off the other. I don't like these things."
She laughed and settled in against the back of the leather seat. "Do it yourself. I rather prefer the way you removed that first one."
He laughed heartily and opened his mouth to take in her other breast. With the skillful use of his strong tongue, he teased both her nipple and removed the swirling decoration in the same action. He handed them to her and she dropped them into her little purse. He then reached for her hand and pulled the glove off with a smile. He repeated the action with the other hand and raised her graceful arm above her head then tied one end of the glove to it. The other end he tied to the handle of carriage's cabin. He then tied the other hand in a similar way to the other side. He appraised her new position with a smug, approving smile. Her raised arms lifted her large breasts above the corset and pushed them together nicely. He reached out with both hands and thumbed her hard nipples as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. She responded eagerly, hungrily. He kneeled on the floor of the cabin, his long thighs helping to raise him to the level he needed to access what he wanted.
He kept his hands on her breasts as he worked his mouth down her body. Slowly, they moved down to her waist. He parted her legs with his long fingers and positioned them so that they were spread far apart. Ambrose then peeled away his black gloves and laid them aside with her coat. His eyes drank her in, the beautiful woman with her hands strapped to the handles, her breasts lifted high and her luscious thighs spread for his enjoyment. But he wanted to do something before he dined on the delicious banquet that beckoned to him. He stood up as much as he could in moving carriage and climbed around her so that his crotch was practically in her face. "You have no hands so you will have to untie the leather in a somewhat more creative way. Are you game, Mon ce'aire?" He thrust his hips forward, his hands gripping the handles. It was a hard position to maintain in the swaying, bouncing vehicle.
Elissa smiled and tilted her head forward. Her tongue felt the knot and the end of the leather strings keeping him somewhat contained. Using her teeth, she pulled, tugging the leather loose. It took a bit of effort but she soon had the laces loose enough that she was able to turn her head sideways and pull the strings free, her mouth embracing his thick shaft as she worked. The glitter, she noted, was sweet and not metallic in the least. With his cock free, she was able to appraise it fully and appreciate her memory of what he said about the salt-shaker. He was terrifically thick. She tried to consume the bulbous head but he pulled his hips back she could get barely a taste of his sugar-coated member.
"Most eager, Mon ce'aire! I approve! But not yet. I have other surprises in store. I know that you tend to control things between you and Alistair but you need to give up that control for once and let me do what I want." She blushed, surprised and a little taken aback. No man, save one, had tried to wrest control from her in so blatant a manner. She found she liked it.
Slowly, he pressed his hard member against her cheek, dragging the head along her jaw and down her throat. Once at her breasts, he parted them with his long fingers and wedged himself between them. He loved the way they felt embracing him so fully. He pushed himself up and back slowly and reveled in the visual and physical sensations it caused. He enjoyed watching the head of his cock disappear and reemerge from behind her two perfect breasts. She giggled and he grinned. "I always wanted a woman I could do this to… Alas, I must move on. But I plan to do it again!"
He parted her skirt at the slit, exposing her fully for his appraisal. He touched her, enjoying the rose unfolding before him. She was pink outside and red inside with short red hairs neatly trimmed around the outer folds of her pubis. His long fingers teased as he explored her. He leaned forward, loving the scent of her and thoroughly enjoying the responses he was getting just by threatening to touch her. He stretched out his long, strong tongue and tasted her. She quivered and tilted back her head, her chin high. Her hands itched to touch him, to pull his head deeper into her. Elissa licked her lips and gasped.
His mouth consumed her, sucking and licking her, his large hands squeezing her slender thighs tightly. She moaned and he quickened his pleasurable assault. He had done this to countless women and each time, he found new ways to move his tongue so that his partner received the maximum benefit. Elissa, for all his experience, was different though. Her taste and scent were unique. Her body called to him, sang to him in a why he never imagined possible. It wasn't just about sex. It was more. It was need. And he knew then that he could never leave her side. This was the last woman he would ever need. He almost wept with the knowledge but it reassured him that no matter what he did, the choices he made, he would never be alone again. Now, if he could only convince Alistair that the king needed another man in the bed with them…
She came, crying out as tears streamed down her face. Wave after wave of passion enveloped her and his mouth did not cease plundering the treasure between her thighs until the last intense wave had long past. Weak, she hung from her arms and wept against his shoulder as he embraced her. "I should untie you…" he murmured.
"No… I want the rest of this. The first part was much too good to ignore the rest, the way you intended." He touched her face with his fingers and wiped away her tears. Tears of passion were never bad but why did he feel so guilty for causing them? He kissed her deeply, his tongue embracing hers in a dance of passion far more intense than any he could remember. Then he stood up, his knees straddling her on the bench and his hands enfolded around the satiny gloves holding her hands to the handles. His cock was in her face, the invitation clear. Elissa smiled. She was good at this part.
"Mon ce'aire, I shall caution you. If you attempt to take me in too fast, you may become uncomfortable. My…size…is both a good and a bad thing."
She laughed and gave the head an experimental lick and a tease with the tip of her tongue. "I think I'll be fine, my sweet. I'm not new at this and Alistair is not wanting in this department himself, you know. You are definitely thicker but he's longer…"
Ambrose tilted back his head and gasped as she did something with her tongue he'd never experienced from a woman before. "Hmm. I am tempted to find out for myself what Alistair is like under his clothes," he murmured.
Startled by the implication behind that statement, Elissa opened her mouth and stroked his shaft sideways with her tongue. She paused, licking sparkling sugar crystals from her lips. "I think I would like to see that very much, actually," she smiled as she went in to take him into her mouth more deeply. Ambrose gasped. She was both sucking and moving her tongue against his member at the same time. The movement of the carriage only seemed to reinforce the actions she was using to pleasure him.
Within a short time, much too short, he found himself on the brink of orgasm and quickly untied both her hands. He then repositioned her so that he was reclining on the bench, his butt off the edge of the seat and Elissa straddling his hips. He entered her and gasped as she closed tightly around his member like a vice. "Maker's breath, woman! I know you are not a virgin but this is...this is unheard of! Never in my life have I felt anything so divine! If I didn't love you before, Mon ce'aire, I know that my fate is sealed." She smiled and pushed herself up to kiss him as he passionately ground his hips against hers. She then leaned forward along his lean torso, her lips licking his nipples beneath the red fabric of his shirt. They bucked together in unison until at last he came; shuddering, moaning and clinging to her. It was now his turn to cry. "I cannot deny my feelings, Mon ce'aire... I cannot deny..." he wept into her bare shoulder.
"Shhh. It's okay. I love you too," she chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes with her thumbs. It was a tender gesture, which made him smile. He caught up her hand and kissed her palm. "So, wasn't this supposed to be some kind of, um, tour of the city?" That made them both laugh. Almost as an afterthought, they disengaged their connected bodies.
They rearranged their clothes and buried themselves within the fur coat Elissa brought and snuggled together. Ambrose had instructed the driver to return them to the party. During the ride back, in the false light of early dawn, he pointed things out to her. All of the Buildings, monuments, shopping districts and other areas of interest flashed by them as they weaved past. They seemed so insignificant in light of what the previous hour had shown them. So much for the grand guided tour, she thought, her eyes on Ambrose's life-worn face. He seemed younger now, more at ease than in past weeks. It added to his appeal. They both laughed, wondering what the few pedestrians about at so early a time would have thought of the events taking place within the carriage. The driver knew what they were doing. He knew all too well that when he is instructed to drive in circles on the newest streets, the passengers are doing much more than sitting.
They arrived and were greeted at the door by an elf who immediately took Elissa's coat. He noted that they were not wearing their masks. "Should we don them? I thought we were finished with masks for now," Ambrose asked, prepared to put his mask back on. They followed the elf back through the hallways and reemerged at the great hall where people were dancing much more provocatively than before. Most had shed their masks. Many masks were propped on their wearer's heads and some partiers had even removed parts of their costumes. A few were now even completely naked.
"Von. You are to show your faces before the crowd, on the stage. Then, ah, they want you to sing."
"Non. I will not sing. I was drunk the last time I sang and I can barely remember the words anyway,"
"You sing?" Elissa laughed, taking his arm.
"While I'm bathing, mostly. I did it by drunken accident three years ago and they keep trying to make me do it again and again. I'm not even that good! Not a bard, not a minstrel, just Ambrose. Elissa, please, don't ask me to sing… I beg you. Like Alistair, I can refuse you nothing." The way her eyes danced in the elaborate lining of kohl and lash extensions and flame-hued make-up, Ambrose knew he was lost. She was stunning. This young woman was beauty personified and damned if he could tell her no.
After replacing her mask as they approached the platform, Elissa said, "Please? I want to hear you sing!" She said them. She had uttered those ill-fated words. He sighed and took her hand and hauled her up onto the stage. "It is sung to a woman and you are the lucky one I get to sing to. Yay. I hate this. Very well. Do they plan to announce us or are we just going to stand here and look pretty?" Ambrose muttered as the nobleman made a brief speech to those gathered. Then they pair were instructed to remove their masks.

Elsewhere, in a room not far from the hall, Alistair Theirin laid with a woman he knew could not be his wife. For certain, she did have red hair, full breasts, a baby belly, blue eyes and pale skin but one thing had stood out; one glaring difference he knew the moment he entered her.
She wasn't nearly as tight as his wife. And her skills were, well, way too refined. He played along at first but when she hauled him back to the room for round two, he demanded to see her face. She removed her mask, revealing a face he knew well, even behind the layers of cosmetics. "Leliana…" he murmured, his fingers caressing her face with a smile. It was a shock and quite humiliating at first that he was making love to one of their former companions. She was also a friend. He'd never been sexually attracted to her but in recent years, she appeared to have changed. She grinned and rolled him onto his back for a long kiss.
"I always wanted to do this to you, Alistair. Thank you for not bolting the moment you found out it was me," she laughed.
He held her against him and laughed into her short red hair. "I thought about it! Believe you me, I thought about it. But… I have changed, Leli. My wife is a sexual spitfire and she's teaching me her deviant ways. I'm a lot less Chantry-minded about things than I used to be. I couldn't be with her otherwise. Do you know she really likes multiple partners? She gets a kick out of it like you've never seen! It all started with Isabella. "
There was a burst of slightly-accented Orlesian laughter from his broad shoulder. "Oh? Does that include women?"
He laughed. "You'll have to ask her about that yourself. I'm sure will be ecstatic to see you. We might be able to talk her into something more than friendly, I think. Are you asking?"
Leliana rose up on her hands, her breasts swaying above Alistair's chest. Their costumes had been mostly removed this time and it was lovely just having her there in her glory. He caressed her almost against his will. "Of course I am asking! I always wanted to bed her, too. I too have become less 'Chantry-minded' over the course of years. I returned to my old life and though the Maker still blesses me, He no longer is the driving force behind all that I do. I think about myself more. This is probably why I am pregnant. It was really an accident but…I'm happy for it."
"I wasn't going to ask…" Alistair started.
She kissed him and rose from the bed to dress back in her costume. "That's why I offered. Come! The 'Fox' is about to sing, if they convinced him to. He really hates singing and actually succeeded in refusing last year but he's really quite good. He's possessed by some raw talent."
"You know him?" Alistair asked, pulling his tight pants back on in a hurry. Leliana helpfully reattached the codpiece and helped him into the tight vest and cloak. Once clothed, they rushed down the hall and into great ball room the Masquerade was taking place. Ambrose and Elissa stood up on stage to the roar of the crowd and one pissed Peacock. Ambrose looked irritated and Elissa was holding his hand wearing a playful smile.
Leliana answered as soon as they found a place near the stage to stand. "Of course I do! There isn't a woman here who hasn't been seduced by the Black Fox, myself included. He does have a real name though… It is Ambrose Fazsile and if I am not mistaken, it seems that his Belle this year is none other than your own wife. Oh, but she is stunning, isn't she?"
Alistair lifted his gaze to his wife and recognized her as the woman he had seduced and touched and explored with his mouth the whole night. She'd been in his arms and he never knew, so deceptive was her costume. He smiled. That she had won as Belle was no surprise. That Ambrose was the infamous Black Fox should have been no surprise either. Well, score for her and for him this night, he thought ruefully. Elissa and Ambrose had no doubt already consummated their win while Alistair and Leliana had pleasured one another in the room. He wondered if Ambrose would be averse to merging their parties into a single one. The Fox's costume certainly left little to the imagination so that Alistair could actually see what he was contemplating. He'd felt it in between his thighs once and part of him had actually enjoyed it. Elissa did like watching him with men... Maybe he could take pleasure from Ambrose as well, for her sake if not his own. He thought about it and grinned as Ambrose opened his mouth to sing…
Ambrose's song and The Masquerade to be concluded next chapter
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