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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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Ambrose stood nervously on the stage, all eyes on him. Elissa squeezed his hand reassuringly and he smiled weakly down at her. 'She loves you, you fool. Just sing the damn song, make her smile and get it over with so you can retreat with her to your suite and show her just how much you love her! Get it up! No, not that, idiot! Your courage! Maker's breath, you're incorrigible.' "Okay okay, ah, musicians, I know nothing about music so, ah, keep up if you dare. I was drunk the first time I sang it so… Here goes everything." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was hard remembering the lyrics because each time he sang it, it came out just a bit different than the last time. His slender fingers curled around Elissa's as he opened his mouth and began the song in a low key.

"Greetings, my dear, you don't know me too well

But here I am in the flesh.

You've never met a man quite like I am

But I'm here to tell you we'll mesh.

"My name is Ambrose Fazsile!

If you don't know me, you will.

I am a man with a singular plan

To live life as he will.

"Now I've been around this great world that you see.

I have brought great men to their knees.

I've killed my way through a dozen dark hordes,

'Tis a life from which I shall never grow bored.

"My name is Ambrose Fazsile!

If you don't know me, you will.

I am a man with a singular plan

To deal death as he can.

"Alas I have met many ladies of course,

Perhaps they are my passion's source.

But there are times when this routine old life,

Needs escape from his routine old wife!

"My name is Ambrose Fazsile!

If you don't know me, you will.

I am a man with a singular plan

To find pleasure as I can!

"There are days I look back and I wish there was more.

Such as to have someone to adore.

To feel the arms of a loving lass

Who loves me for me and not just my ass!

(Laughter from the audience)

"My name is Ambrose Fazsile!

If you don't know me, you will.

I am a man with a singular plan

To fall in love if I can!

"My name is Ambrose Fazsile!

If you don't know me, you will.

I am a man with a singular plan…

To live life as he can!

To live life as I can!"
He stayed on the final, high note in "can" for several impressive seconds, his powerful voice reverberating all around them. He truly was talented, if unrefined. His voice had a gravely quality that was strong and carried well. His pitch was good where it was needed and managed to remain mostly in tune. Ambrose's thick accent enhanced the quality of his voice and the song itself so that it seemed it could not be sung any other way. For an amateur who hated singing, he was impressive enough that the gathered Minstrels asked for his song to use in other venues. He waved his hand dismissively and grunted before turning to the partiers.
The crowd cheered and Elissa hugged him. He blushed and draped an arm around her shoulders. "Can we, ah, go now?" he murmured as he tried to steer her toward the steps leading off the stage. People hugged him and shook his hand as he escaped into crowd. If he wanted, many of the people could easily be his friends but he figured he had only about five good years left before the Calling took him so his avoided friendships as much as possible. He didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings when he died, after all.
All of a sudden, he was rushed by Alistair who gave him a rather juicy kiss on the mouth. He thought the man had aimed for his cheek but on the other hand, he didn't seem embarrassed by it either. He draped an arm around the young man's shoulders and gave him a tight squeeze. Alistair held him around his waist in return. "That was amazing, Ambrose! When Leliana said you were good…"
"Leliana? She's here?" Elissa gasped.
"In the flesh, Mon cir!" came the familiar voice from beside her. Elissa broke away from Ambrose to hug her long-time friend. "Oh, I have missed you so much! Do you mind if we all play catch up in the suite you guys won for Belle and Beau? It will be much more comfortable, I think."
Ambrose nodded and gestured to them the hall the suite was in. He'd stayed in it enough times; he knew it by heart now. Once he arrived, the guard winked at him and opened the door. It was lavish as always. Filled with scented candles, wine and spirits for every palette, decadent desserts and main dishes designed to warm the libido as well as fill the belly. There was a thick, plush couch, a heavy fur rug, a huge canopied bed made for a lot more than two people and a closed door leading to a private bathroom.
Leliana stuck her head inside of it as they looked around the room at everything. Ambrose grinned at her when she reemerged. He was the only one seated. "Candles? Scented sweet and bubbles fresh in the tub?" he asked in a bored voice with a bright-eyed grin.
"Yes! How did you…?"
"I've done this a few times. The bath is quite large. Two, three…even four people could comfortably fit and still get clean. Not that I've ever tried. Last year I enjoyed it alone after I removed my Belle from my presence because she demanded I marry her. Because she was the host's younger sister, he happily took her away and offered up a lady of my choice. I chose Lady Luck instead. She was quite amicable to my needs." He stretched himself out on the couch, fully aware of the strain the position put on the open laces of his open crotch. He was sticking out nicely, just enough to tease his female companions. There was even some glitter left on it.
But the ladies were suddenly touching one another's elaborate costumes, talking about the two men in the room and trading notes. As Ambrose watched, Elissa showed Leliana her lack of panties and Leliana grinned in return, showing her that she had discarded hers hours ago. Alistair drew close to Ambrose's shoulder, taking in the closeness of the two women, the way their hands touched. At last! The contact the men were waiting for came as Leliana's fingers grazed Elissa's pert nipple. Then, she walked around to Elissa's back and unlaced the dress. It fell to the floor in a feathered heap, which Elissa daintily stepped out of. Both men were instantly aroused, members hard and Ambrose even felt his push aside the laces of his crotch in a bid for freedom from the restraining leather.
Elissa was now wearing the corset, stockings, shoes and nothing else. She smiled at Ambrose, who seemed transfixed. She wrapped an arm around Leliana's neck and drew her in for a long, passionate kiss. Leliana soon dropped her own gown beside Elissa's and the carefully placed the dresses on the table. Then, stepping out of their shoes, the two red-headed beauties un-snapped the stockings and positioned themselves flirtatiously before the men as they slowly removed them. "We plan to take advantage of the bath. You may join us… If you like." Leliana giggled, slapping Elissa's round bottom with the flat of her hand. Giggling, they walked into the bathing room, leaving the men to gawk at them in their wake.
Alistair stared and Ambrose blinked numbly. Finally, the tall Orlesian rose from the couch, came around to Alistair's side and waved his hand in front of his face. "Hey. Your kingship. We've been invited to join them. Hello-o-o. Two. Naked. Women. Want. Us. Anyone home? Bah!" That said, he grabbed Alistair by the back of his head with both hands and planted a long, deep kiss on his mouth complete with tongue. It was the first time he'd ever intentionally kissed a man and, suffice to say, he rather liked it. Well, on this man anyway. With Alistair sputtering but conscious, Ambrose removed the other man's pants and peeled his way out of his own. The ladies shouldn't be made to wait! But as he helped Alistair with his boots, he was rather impressed with the long, thick member practically hanging in his face. "So that's what you've been hiding, Mon ve'erte. Nice! Perhaps you will allow me to experiment later, non?"
The younger man blushed and hesitated as Ambrose tried to steer him into the bathroom where giggling could be easily heard. Finally, Ambrose grabbed Alistair by his cock and pulled him along. "Hey!" the young king protested.
Ambrose drew in very close to Alistair and whispered into his ear, "Listen, Mon'cir. The women, they are making love without us. To eachother! I say we have two choices: just watch or join in and still get to watch. By the way, I have decided I might love you too. I love Elissa more, of course, but you come in a close second, which is most fortunate considering that you are both married to one another. Makes things easier for me. Now, come on!"
The two men, both heterosexual by nature and by definition were challenged by the proximity of their bodies to one another as they entered the bath tub. What was more, they shared a growing mutual attraction not just to Elissa but to each other as well. Ambrose, the more experienced of the two, had never experienced a man before and though not necessarily against it, had never found anyone he liked enough to be willing to try it with. Alistair, for his part, was against the notion of having sex with a man under any circumstances but found himself falling for "Ambrose the Person" and if he tried hard enough, the "man" part came in only later.
The tub, though quite big enough, meant that all four were touching in some way and because the two women were curled up comfortably on one side, it meant the two otherwise fiercely heterosexual men were together at the other end. Ambrose seemed comfortable enough, his long legs bent at the knees and spread wide and Alistair nervously pressed up against the Orlesian's broad chest. Ambrose had his arm around the young king's shoulders and a rakish grin on his recently clean-shaven face.
Elissa drifted close to them and touched their faces. "Kiss for me," she murmured to them as she leaned in and kissed each man on the lips. Ambrose smirked and made sucking-sounds at Alistair with his lips. Alistair blanched and looked like he was about to bolt when he stopped and looked at Ambrose quizzically.
"Well, that's odd. The notion of kissing you is really not a bad thing. And here I was worried. So, ah… I just go in and…?" Ambrose smiled, this time gently and touched his finger to Alistair's jaw, gently running it along to his chin where he reached up and stroked the young man's lower lip. Their lips met and what initially looked like a quick kiss for Elissa's benefit became so much more and ever longer than expected. Elissa watched as she held Leliana. They were fondling one another's breasts as they drank in the vision of these two beautiful men growing ever closer to engaging in foreplay.
The kiss ended much as it began but with Alistair looking baffled as ever. "I should be grossed out. I really should be but… He's good! I mean, you're a good kisser, Ambrose."
The black-haired Warden tipped back his head and laughed. "You are quite good yourself, Mon'cir! I was impressed. So… Do we plan to shrivel in this cooling water or do we plan to dry ourselves off and let me run my tongue over every inch of your sweet bodies, Mon'elleis?" Ambrose leered at both women, licking his lips playfully at them. Elissa rolled her eyes.
Alistair laughed and spontaneously kissed the other man before hauling himself out of the tub. "Patient as ever, I see. He has a point. I rather agree with his point. Licking is good."
Ambrose rose, giving the two women a fair look at him as he stepped out of the tub and stood there dripping, hands open to help them both out. They accepted and Leli, smiling, reached down and squeezed him with her hand. "Not even hard and you're that thick… Mmmm…"
"You've never had the pleasure of my bed, Mon'ellei?" he murmured into her wet hair. She kissed him seductively as she ran her hand down his body.
"Your lips but not this delightful toy."
He laughed and fondled her breast with his fingers, carefully stroking the nipple to a hard, salmon-hued point. "We shall have to amend that now, won't we?"
Elissa walked back in the bathing room where Ambrose continued to purr into Leliana's ear and grabbed him by a full hand of his skillfully layered and enhanced hair before hauling him into the room where Alistair sat nervously on the couch. "Ouch!" the Orlesian cried. "Those layers are firmly attached to my own hair, thank you!"
She grinned and shoved him onto the couch beside Alistair and straddled his lap. There, his protests died and became a sly, "Why didn't you say so…?" Leliana did likewise to Alistair and leaned forward to kiss the younger man's neck. Ambrose, well aware that he had a very alluring woman in his lap, did not hesitate. He leaned forward and brushed his lips from the tips of her erect nipples, up over the swell of her breasts and along the hollow of her long neck. She sighed as he worked his mouth along her jaw, his long, elegant fingers carefully undoing her elaborate up-do. Layers of long, fiery locks, both hers and fake, gathered upon her shoulders and fell down her back when he was done.
Carefully, he whispered to her, "I love you, Mon ce'aire… I am a fool. Such a fool."
She leaned forward, loving the feel of his hands upon her skin and only too aware of the throaty sound that came from Alistair's lips beside them as Leliana slid to her knees and took him in her hands and mouth. It stirred her blood but Ambrose's tone stirred her curiosity. "A fool…for loving me?"
"Not…exactly. I will explain. Later. I promise. For now… Just know that there is no going back for me. I am yours." He lifted her buttocks and gently guided her down upon his hard cock. She gasped at the sensation. The man was supremely huge in circumference and even as aroused by his kiss and skillful touch as she was, she found herself a difficult fit. But somehow, they matched perfectly and she was able to grind her hips into his. He smiled as he watched her.
Elissa liked to be seen when she made love to a man. She lifted her arms above her head, ran her fingers through her hair and touched herself to Ambrose's visual delight. He looked over at Alistair whose dreamy gaze caught his and then kissed him. Elissa was thrilled by this and smiled when Leliana impaled herself on Alistair's long member. The two women kissed one another as they slowly ground their hips with the men in near perfect synch.
Later that night, Ambrose found himself giddy with heightened lust as he bent over Elissa while she lay on her back on the edge of the bed, her thighs around his shoulders as he drank from the cup of her body. Curled round her face was Leliana, herself taking pleasure from Elissa's skillful tongue. Surprising everybody was Alistair, his fingers tight around Ambrose's narrow hips and his well-lubed cock buried deep in the taller man's ass. The idea had been Ambrose's and Alistair had entered into it while protesting that this only meant he was attracted to Ambrose and not men in general so nobody get any ideas. They all smiled at him and Ambrose replied by handing him the lube. The pleasure from the tightened vice of Ambrose's virgin hole was enough to make Alistair moan loudly. Because of the internal sensation, Ambrose was hard almost immediately and worked himself with his hand as he used his mouth to pleasure Alistair's sensual wife.
The experience was new for all of them; especially the boys and they soon fell asleep shortly after the second or third orgasm for each of them. When the time came for Leli to leave, she did so quietly and left a note of thanks and farewell. She would see them again.
Ambrose awoke in Alistair and Elissa's arms with a start. He shot straight up, sweating and gasping as he realized, "She's gone!"
"Wha-? Who's gone, Ambrose? Lay back down…" Alistair mustered as he peered up at Ambrose with one eye open.
"Leliana left. He must mean her. Come on, Love. Back down here with us," Elissa sighed, wrapping her slender, toned arms around his neck. Ambrose slid an arm around her and buried his face into her hair.
"Not Leliana, Mon ce'aire. Someone else. I-I do not have much time to tell you what I have to tell before she returns."
Alistair propped himself up on one elbow and looked up Ambrose, a smile tugging at his lips. "You have the most beautiful woman I know in your arms. She's naked. And you want to talk? Are you kidding me?"
Ambrose smirked and licked Alistair's nose playfully. "Von. And naturally I plan to ravish both of you soon as I get this off my chest. But first, I must speak because I don't know how much unmonitored time I have.
"The fact is, I love you both. Especially Elissa and it is for her sake I tell you this. I have reached a point of no return and my plan cannot be completed as originally intended so I shall explain my plan as it was originally meant to occur. Please do not think less of me because, thank to you both, I have changed a great deal over the past weeks. You see, in the beginning I was a bastard…"
"…that's for damn sure!" added Alistair with a burst of laughter.
"Fuck you, Alistair! Just…fuck you," Ambrose retorted, only half-joking, as he scowled at his male bed-partner.
Alistair laughed again and patted the older man's cheek fondly. "You already did. All I can say is… I'm pretty sore right now."
Ambrose grunted, frowned and considered shoving his male bed-mate onto the carpeted floor but balled his fist under his nose instead. Alistair was still laughing at him. "ANYWAY… I'm running out of time, remember? Gah! Anyway, within my mind an infernal demon, yes, pun is intended, who listens to every word, every thought. Right now, she is distracted enough that she is not 'listening' to me so I can speak plainly, if quickly and hopefully she will not overhear."
"Wait, what? You have a demon inside you?" Alistair gasped, rising to a seated position.
"Non. The demon is within my wife but she managed to gain access to my mind before I left via a spell of sorts so that she could keep a mental eye on me. My family, as you earlier deduced is in her hands. My son, my daughter, their lives are in the balance. The demon wanted Elissa in exchange for their safe return and my silence was meant to ensure that nothing interfered with my completing this task. In the beginning, my distance from you assured that it would be done. However, my silence was not necessary as a much greater threat has ruined those plans." He bowed his head against Elissa's shoulder and started to weep. His shoulders shook as Alistair touched him kindly. His crying was soft at first but grew into great, heart-rending sobs as he realized what he had to do. Alistair and Elissa enfolded him in their arms as they too felt his pain and did their best to console him.
"I fell in love, Mon ce'aire!" he wailed, "I fell in love with you and Alistair and now, I cannot complete my task and my children may not live to see me again… For me to redeem myself, I must fail, it seems. I don't know what to do! Unless it is done, her way…my family…is…lost."
To Be Continued
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