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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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Alistair sighed and leaned against the wall. Elissa was being obstinate and headstrong. Granted, she was like that normally but normally, she was also reasonable. Right now, she was standing firm and ignoring his threats and bribes almost casually. It was hard for him because she was doing this while wearing nothing but a smile or frown depending on what she was saying at the moment. "It's crazy, Elissa. You will be in great danger if you go. Who knows why this thing wants you! I don't want you finding out first hand. Period. I-I'm putting my foot down. Either you don't go or we go togeth-" She placed her fingers across his lips, shushing him and then kissed him softly.
"We need to proceed like he never told us anything so that his children have a better chance to survive this. I don't know about you but I love this man and I will not allow innocents to die because I was too much of a coward to face this thing," she told him softly, gently, as if she were explaining something difficult to a child.
It bothered him that it calmed him down. He wanted to bristle and argue but it was heard with her pressed against him, wedging him against the wall, kissing him. "The baby…" he protested weakly.
"…will be fine. It's within me, dear husband. And I am not helpless."
"And your nightmares? What about them? The last time he tried to awaken you during one, you shot him in the ass with a crossbow," Alistair stubbornly reminded her.
She laughed and stroked his penis with her hand. She loved his penis. It was long and thick and covered in baby-soft skin. Even the blossom of blond curls that crowned it was baby-soft and oh so touchable. She loved simply touching his groin, fondling the hair and his member. He moaned and pressed the back of his head against the wall, his eyes shut tightly. "Things have, ah, changed between us since then and on top of it, he ran when I reached for the weapon. So…I think we'll be fine. And the dreams haven't been so bad of late. I find that odd. Refreshing but odd. The bottom line is that when we leave tomorrow, we will head there to begin the rescue of his children and you will speak to the Empress and maybe get us some help. Demons and Darkspawn and whatever else is there are not things I wish to face alone. That is why you must stay," she explained calmly, slowly, as she teased him with her touch.
She slid down his body and drew him into her mouth. He tried to ignore the sensations she was causing as her tongue worked its own spell of distraction. "I don't…like it…at all…" he grunted. She paused to smirk up at him and licked her lips. His fists clenched and he smacked the wall with the back of his head. It hurt.
"I've decided, my love. That's all there is to it." Her head lowered to his cock again and with an almost dainty touch, she proceeded to demonstrate just one of the many reasons he tolerated her insolence.
At that moment, Ambrose walked in with a generous tray of delectable dishes and sat it down on the table. His eyes widened at the sight before him and smiled. He didn't hesitate to shed his clothes and come up to Alistair, wrap his arms around him and kiss him long and hard as Elissa worked down below. For his part, Alistair didn't flinch and even slid an arm around the tall man. It shocked him that he was able to do this. Part of him was protesting loudly that this was a man he was kissing. The other part reminded him that it was making Elissa happy. Making Elissa happy trumped being his being skittish around a man. Elissa opened her eyes and, with a happy intake of breath, she noted the presence of another hardening member and licked that one as well. It was thicker, heavier than her husband and slightly shorter. The hair crowning it was thick and black, though neatly trimmed. She pleasured both men equally and passionately until they both came. It was messy and wonderful; a perfect excuse for a bath.
Later, they laid in the tub, the men side-by-side with Elissa stretched out, wedged in between. She was quite content to be in the center, practically purring with pleasure. "Just so you know, Ambrose, your plans have not changed and you and I are to proceed as you originally intended," Elissa said sweetly. Ambrose started protesting loudly. She covered his mouth with hers and murmured against his lips, "I already had this argument with Alistair and I won that one too. Trust me… You don't stand a chance." He stopped protesting as he saw Alistair shake his head slowly.
"Not worth injuring yourself trying to fight when she gets a hair up her ass over something. Just do what she says and we will all be better off for it. Then, if it blows up in her face, we'll both get to point and laugh as we say, 'told you so!'" That earned him a bubble-laden splash to his handsome face. He responded by sticking out his tongue. She splashed him again, getting it in his mouth. Sputtering, he chuckled and hugged her closely. She pretended to pout as he tried to kiss her and dodged his attempts, all while fighting a smile. That caused a water fight, which left them laughing and the floor covered in little, bubbly pools.
Eventually, they ended up on the couch, leaning against one another and dining on the meal Ambrose had brought. They were each wearing robes but the robes were open, displaying breasts and privates for anyone to gaze upon and touch. For Alistair, it was really quite liberating. He'd always enjoyed being naked in such a casual manner. "So… Ambrose, Elissa and I were wondering if, after all this is done, you have plans."
The tall Orlesian stretched out his bare legs and propped his them on the low table in front of the couch. It was his turn to be in the middle. Elissa had her cheek against his shoulder and Alistair was on the other side, his hand holding Ambrose's. "Hmm. Plans… I have my business I suppose. Veranon runs it just fine without me, though. I do all the foot-work. I really should hire someone to help me… Why do you ask?"
Alistair gripped his hand and squeezed it firmly. "We like you, Ambrose. Elissa and I have grown very fond of you and just can't really imagine being without you. Plus, it has the potential to keep this little vixen out of trouble… Oh and love? I know about Anders. At least this way I know who she's fooling around with."
She bristled and was very thankful for Ambrose being in the middle otherwise, Alistair was going to get smacked. "Uh, excuse me but you've been with other women since we've been together so don't play innocent with me. And Anders was a…very lovely accident. But we never went beyond being an accident."
"I'm not mad, Elissa. Much as I should be mad, I'm really just amused. I wish I could have watched, honestly… If you ever see Anders again…anyway, the bottom line is, Ambrose, we would like you return to Ferelden with us."
"M-me?" Ambrose stammered.
"You and your kids… Your wife…" Elissa added with a look at Alistair. Ambrose caught her gaze and hugged her.
"Non. No wife, Mon ce'aire. The divorce was final a month ago. I requested it right before the, er, events that sent me here occurred. I was shocked when Veranon rushed over to me waving the decree. He's been nagging me to leave her for years. I had forgotten, honestly. You…really want me to go back with you? Are you sure?"
Alistair bumped him with his shoulder and laughed. "Elissa gave me these big eyes and said, 'can we keep him? Huh huh?' and I'm a sucker for a pathetic face…" This time, she kneeled over Ambrose (planting her large breasts in his face as a result) and did smack her husband. Ambrose grabbed her and pulled her to him, pressing his face into her breasts with a sigh.
As he kissed her skin and caressed the softness of her feminine beauty, he marveled that this was exactly where he wanted to be. This was home. This was perfect. Both of these people, royalty from another land though they may be, were every bit his family. So, after teasing Elissa's left nipple to a juicy, red, erect point with his tongue, he turned his head and sensuously kissed her husband. Ambrose laid his hand against Alistair's face, caressing the rough, stubbled cheek as he slowly worked the other man's mouth with his lips. He still preferred kissing her but he closed his mind to everything save that this was Alistair, his friend, his beloved. Alistair kissed him back and enfolded both his companions into his powerful arms. "So…I guess I will," Ambrose breathed against Alistair's lips. Their activities degenerated from there.
They later took a tour of Val Royeaux in the back of a carriage. Ambrose showed them the most important buildings and statues, pointed out the cleverly named avenues and they stopped frequently to shop. Many times, ladies approached Ambrose and changed their minds as he slipped his arms around his lovers, kissing them each soundly. If the assumption was that he was with family, they were correct. If the assumption was that he was with his lovers, that too was correct.
Eventually, they settled down in a quaint bistro (far fancier than anything Alistair ever ate in) and ordered sandwiches and finger foods with the finest honey-wheat ale Alistair had ever drunk. Eventually, a fourth person joined them, apologizing profusely for being late. This man was an elf, fashionably dressed in Orlesian style. His hair was black with purple streaks in it, highlighting his face. It was short and spiked in the back with long bangs brushed to the side and long, shoulder-length locks in front of each pointed ear. He was tall for an elf and grinned cheerfully. Ambrose laughed and shoved a tankard of hazy, golden brew in the other man's hands. "Friends, this is Veranon. He is my mother, my secretary, my partner and my calendar all rolled into one. Without him, I doubt I could function."
Veranon laughed and took the others' hands in his, held them firmly and greeted them each warmly. The elf peered across the table at Elissa and grinned. "So you are the reason the man loses an erection at the sight of other women. Now I see why. And you must be Alistair… I suppose if he must choose a man other than myself to play with, it should be you. In fact, lovely as you both are, I would very much like to make this a foursome…"
Elissa giggled into Alistair's shoulder as Ferelden's king sighed. "Don't tempt her. My wife loves multiple partners more than you can imagine." The giggling became hysterical. When the laughter died down, they ate and chatted about whatever came to mind. Veranon ragged on Ambrose and Ambrose teased Veranon about his obsession with breasts. Grinning, Elissa excused herself and extended a hand to Veranon. The tall elf accepted it and followed her to a broom closet near the kitchen. It was empty, save a handful of cleaning supplies.
"Perfect," Veranon said with a slight Orlesian accent. "I did want to speak to you alone…"
Elissa unlaced the front of her bodice, allowing the front to peel away nicely and exposed the soft mounds of her breasts. Veranon stared. "Ah…about…about the… You are doing this to be evil, non?"
She shrugged and leaned against the door. "That is beside the point. I wanted to see if it was true."
Veranon pushed himself up against her and touched her, cupping her breasts with his hands and sighed with his face between them. "I like what men have between their thighs but you remind me why women may yet have some redeeming qualities. These are perfect…" He tilted his head to the side and sucked on each nipple. For a fellow who liked, well, fellows, he certainly knew how to please a woman's breasts.
After several minutes of this intense, sweet torture, Veranon reluctantly backed away a bit and reached into a concealed pocket inside his shirt. "Ambrose is a lucky man. Anyway, he has asked me to give you this packet. Put it in a safe place…" he slid the thick envelope between Elissa's breasts and laughed at his own cleverness. She took it out and looked at it. "Do not open it unless…well, unless something happens to him. Everything is there. I may not be able to execute his wishes should he die so this packet ensures that his wishes, personal and legal, are met. I know it's not something you wanted to think about right now but it had to be done. He's waiting for death, you see."
Elissa paled and started lacing her dress back up with shaking fingers. Veranon stopped her and carefully laced up her bodice himself. He left a fair amount of cleavage visible, however and smiled at the bit of warm-hued areola showing along the edge of the lace. "What do you mean by that?" she gasped.
Veranon shrugged and hugged himself. "He is some five years away from being forced to answer the calling. I believe you're familiar with it. Anyway, he is terrified and I suspect he may do something foolish to ensure he doesn't have to deal with it. Of course, I would prefer that he come home in one piece but my opinion doesn't matter in this. Just do your best to keep him from martyring himself if you can. He has a strong noble-streak that could get him killed if he's not careful."
Elissa looked at the envelope and felt hot tears course down her cheeks. "I never imagined, never considered that he would be so close to that time in a Warden's life. He seems so young! So vibrant."
Veranon encircled her waist with his arms and hugged her. "Mmm. You should have met him fifteen years ago. You would have adored him. He was beautiful then… In the last five years, he's aged a lot. One part is his sad, pathetic wife and the rest is his fear of death. Well, dying anyway. But he's not the suicidal type. So he will probably choose to martyr himself rather than do anything obvious. Just…don't let it happen. You may not have a choice but still…"
She nodded and cried as Veranon opened the door to the dining room. He escorted her out and once they arrived at the table, she threw herself into Ambrose's arms, weeping. "Fool! What did you do to her?" Ambrose hissed at his partner as he tried to console Elissa. Alistair had left to visit the privy, fortunately.
"I told her to take care of you so that she won't need to open that packet. Clearly, she agreed. That woman who loves you is my best insurance that you will survive this fiasco, go it?" Veranon hissed back. "I'm going to pay for lunch and depart. I will see you back in Lydes, ready to take an assignment soon as you return. Good luck, Mon ver'te." With that, Veranon bowed curtly and left them to pay for their meal and, Ambrose assumed, head back home.
Elissa suddenly hit Ambrose several times with the flat of her hand and threw the envelope into his lap. "What's the meaning of this? Huh? Are you planning to die? He seems to think so!" she cried tearfully. "In Denerim, we have a potion that could extend your life. I would be happy to give it to you if you asked but I cannot, will not accept whatever that is," she snapped at him, raising her hand to the packet now in Ambrose's stunned fingers. "I love you!" With those words, she stormed toward the door of the Bistro. Alistair, having missed everything, tried to ask her what the matter was but she hit him too and barked, "Leave me alone! Both of you!" She stormed out and entered the streets of Val Royeaux without a backward glance.
Alistair sidled up to a stunned Ambrose and laid a comradely arm across the taller man's shoulders. "Get used to it. She has a temper as hot as her hair is red. But, out of curiosity…what did you do?"
"I… Here. You take it. It's…in case something happens to me. It doesn't mean it will. It's just in case. As for what happened back there…Elissa thinks I'm planning to die because my assistant scared her. Damn him" Ambrose handed the envelope to Alistair as they walked to the door. The Orlesian opened it and waited for Alistair to exit before him. "Sometimes, Veranon is too efficient. I wanted to wait until a better time but…" Ambrose hugged himself as he looked around, hoping to see Elissa. He sighed forlornly "If she gets lost, I'll kill him myself."
Alistair chuckled and headed down the street a bit. "Do you have a flower shop here?"
"Eh? Von. Of course we do. Why?"
"Let's go. I know exactly where to find her."
Ambrose, hopeful, led Alistair down a long, snow-lined street. People had descended early in the morning and shoveled away most of the snow and what they didn't clear, the sun was happily melting away. All around them, there was music, just like Leliana had once described. It wasn't classic courtly music either. This had a rhythm, a happy tempo and upbeat tone that brought the sounds of drums and lilting flutes arranged with stringed instruments of every kind. It was dancing music and it made Alistair smile. Hopefully, it filled Elissa with joy as well. Maker knows, she needed something to cheer her up, as angry as she was.
They arrived at the flower shop a short time later and Ambrose blinked with disappointment. "She isn't here," he murmured.
Alistair smiled and gave him a gentle shove, sending him deeper into the heady scent of the shop. "Buy a bunch of flowers. Scented. Heavily scented like Lilies and roses. I'll get some too. She's a sucker for floral arrangements." A young woman approached them with a smile and a few minutes later, each man was carrying a bundle, distinct and unique from the other, filled with exotic blooms, many of which Alistair had never seen before. As expensive as they were, he hoped she liked them. At least, with the bribes, he didn't think she would hit him again.
The two men then followed Alistair's instinct through the city. That instinct led them to something the Orlesians were very proud of. At its heart, Val Royeaux was home to one of the most beautiful pleasure gardens in Orlais and it was certainly unlike anything Alistair had ever seen. After much walking along a path that must have looked heavenly in spring, a pool sat in frozen glory, surrounded by benches and tall shrubs. Trees, skeletal now, adorned the narrow paths and statutes greeted them from many places. In the creaking, ice-sheathed branches were wind chimes, singing soft tunes in the breeze. Alistair made a mental note to buy some of them to place in the Queen's Garden. They made the place truly magical.
It was under what must have been a glorious tree that they found Elissa lying on a bench. Laughing, Alistair walked over to her and tried to roust her from what looked like an ordinary nap. But when he lifted her into his arms, her eyes were wide open, unblinking, lost. He shouted her name, shook her. "What's the matter, Mon'cir?" Ambrose asked, sliding onto the bench so that Elissa was now partly in his lap.
Alistair was on the ground, kneeling as he held her. "It's a nightmare. It has a grip on her and I can't shake her loose. You need to help me! Crack open the ice on that pool and get me some water. She'll get lost in the Fade if we don't help her now!"
Lost in the fade? No! The demons will tear her to shreds! Ambrose blinked and then, tears blinding him, he ran to the pool. With a silent prayer to the Maker for luck, he withdrew his dagger, his only weapon at present, and raised it, pommel down, above the ice…
To Be Continued
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