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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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Later, in their expansive royal suite (where they spent less time than anywhere else, ironically) Alistair sat in the formal armor of his father, the late King Maric Theirin. It was an amazing piece of Orlesian artistry designed for formal occasions. Light and flexible, it was also easy to sit in. It was silvery, highly polished steel over laid with areas of dark Silverite, red steel and inlaid gold. Ferelden blue trim popped out from the edges of overlaying pieces and filigreed gold was etched into the plates where the dark silverite afforded the most contrast. He seemed to glow every time he moved. Perched awkwardly atop his blond head was a massive crown, jewel studded and highly uncomfortable. He hated it. Alistair had never been one for wearing a crown, any crown, and chose actions to represent his regal authority for him instead.
He was waiting for his wife now and he felt nervous. He was more nervous now than any other time in recent memory but he hadn't a clue why. His leg was starting to shake, the metal of his boot clacking annoyingly on the marble floor. He tried to stop it but his nerves only made things worse. 'Stop it! Alistair, there is no reason to be nervous. None! Your wife has dressed up before, remember? That first time you met her she wore that amazing gold gown and you were nervous but for different reasons. And remember your wedding day. Ah, but she was amazing in that gown of gold, white and lavender lace and the way she smiled with those eyes…! The coronation dance, she wowed them all when they all realized how amazing she could look with her armor off. We showed them, yes we did! So! No reason to be nervous, right?'The pep-talk failed. He stared wide-eyed at the door and waited, his boot-heel tapping repeatedly against the floor.
Unexpectedly, the door to the bedroom opened and Mattea stepped out, grinning. A moment later, Elissa Theirin, Queen, Champion and Gray Warden Commander of Ferelden, stepped out into the sitting room wearing a smile and a dress that made Alistair grateful he had chosen not to stand. If he had, his knees would have failed and his body would have submitted itself to gravity. He felt his jaw come unhinged and all but hit the floor and he suddenly forgot how to breathe or blink or think. Once again, his wife had redefined what beauty meant to him.
Before him stood Elissa in the most beautiful gown he'd ever seen. He could tell it was of Orlesian make by the daring cut and colors. They always seem to push the envelope when it comes to extremes in fashion. The bodice was shimmering bright teal, one-shoulder strap with the strapless side cut dangerously along the curve of her breast, leaving a gratuitous mound of soft flesh exposed, almost showing her nipple. Inwardly, he drooled, outwardly he cringed. It was skin-tight, leaving little to the imagination and Elissa was almost always very perky; the satiny material made it painfully obvious how perfect her breasts were. He swallowed hard. The good thing about the shiny, tight fabric was that it made her appear very pregnant, more so even than when she was naked. That was perfect. It was exactly what he'd wanted. The waist plunged into a "star" pattern that cascaded low on her hips. It was trimmed in bright gold fabric and the pattern was repeated at her shoulder.
From her hips flared what looked like hundreds of colored, silken streamers, both gossamer and opaque. They were in shades of pink, teal and violet with gold and yellow for contrast. They drifted gracefully each time she moved. It was as if she was dipped in a storm of color and the effect was fascinating to observe. He couldn't wait to see her dance. From her shoulder was another sheer streamer in sheer teal, which faded into deep purple at the hem that was as long as she was tall and flowed gracefully behind her. Even though it seemed like his mind was functional, he still felt it was impossible to move or speak or do anything but stare.
Mattea walked up to him and smirked. "What do you think, Your Majesty? Alistair? Oh dear… He's catatonic." She glanced over her shoulder at Elissa, whose eyes were dancing with humor within the dusky hues of violet and black kohl that lined her eyes. She was giggling at him. "Well, if he's catatonic now, he's going to pass out when he sees the back. Smelling salts are in the bath. I'm off to check on my kitchen. I have little doubt they have everything under control but still… I do take these things personally. See you later!"
Elissa drifted closer as Alistair shook himself free of the paralyzing beauty of his wife. "Back? What's wrong with the back?" he sputtered nervously. The smile she gave him was dripping with wicked humor. Then she turned around with a swirl of gossamer color like a corporeal rainbow, and he knew why Mattea suggested he might collapse at the sight. The back plunged down, further down than any other man had ever viewed her outside of the small party they had traveled with 5 years ago. Her back was completely exposed all the way to the lower curve where it formed the crest of her perfect bottom. He could even see the cute dimples just above the pale swell of flesh. As physically fit as she was, her toned and beautifully sculpted back looked incredibly sexy in the low-plunging dress. He loved her back and wanted nothing more than to run his lips over its soft surface. He swallowed hard. "Are… Are you… Ah… Wh-where's the rest of it?"
She danced around again and kissed his cheek playfully. "That's it! Do you like it?"
"It's stunning but I'm getting you a full entourage of guards, note: female guards complete with tower shields to protect you from view…" he stammered, his voice high-pitched and nervous.
Elissa laughed, cupped his square, whiskered chin in her fingers and rubbed her nose to his. "Would that not defeat the purpose of the dress, my love? What happened to 'sending a strong royalty vibe' and being 'every bit the Queen of Ferelden'? Didn't you want me to dress in something amazing? Something that would draw the attention of everyone?"
He stared at the dangerous mound of pale breast showing and he blushed a deep red. "I'm tempted to rescind that! Is your armor handy? Maybe I can order you to put something more substantial on lest I feel inclined to bare my teeth at anyone who so much as peeks in your direction?" The expression on her lovely face was of serene patience tinged with an air of, 'not on your life!' He sighed. "Guess not?" She shook her head. He sighed again and rose to his feet stiffly. Well, part of him was stiff, anyway. His legs were jelly. He was not going to enjoy this. Carefully, Alistair walked over to a beautifully carved wooden cabinet and lifted a box from its polished, red surface. He turned and held it out to his beautiful wife. "Here. This is the gift I was teasing you about earlier. I think you'll like it."
Her eyes widened and a thrill coursed through her veins. She reached out with bejeweled fingers and removed the wooden lid. Oh, how she loved his random gifts! He was quite good at that. They ranged from being very expensive (jewelry), to very thoughtful (flowers, books, armor), to the unexpected (a visit to a quiet mountain retreat for a week.) Her favorites were the ones that seemed to sparkle least, those gifts that were born of his heart and not his coin. He never ceased to surprise her. This time was no exception. When the lid was pulled back, something gold and encrusted in diamonds made her inhale sharply with shock. Okay, this was a gift born of his coin, obviously, and a lot of it. The box-lid slipped from her fingers as she reached her hands down into the box and lifted her gift so that she could look at it. She held it up, turning it in her hands as light reflected from the lanterns and torches danced upon her face. Alistair was smug, smiling like he'd won a game.
"Alistair… Please tell me these gems are crystals…" He beamed. 'GOT her! She's stunned! HAH! I can still make her loose her ability to speak!' he crowed inside his head. "Diamonds. Lots of diamonds, love. Do you like it?" She turned the tiara around in her hands silently. If she had spoken, she would have cried and Mattea would have to redo her eyes so she resorted to wordless communication instead. She nodded slowly, her blue-green eyes very wide.
He gently pried it out of her fingers and placed it carefully atop her elegant coif of scarlet waves. Mattea had added little crystal-encrusted butterfly pins to her hair and they were everywhere. The tiara sat perfectly amid the fluttering, glittering wings as if they had been waiting for it. Knowing Mattea that assumption would not have been too far off the mark. The tiara itself was like a diamond-encrusted plant given the shape of a lady's tiara complete with tiny emerald "leaves" and "flowers" in other gems like topaz, citrine, amethyst and ruby. Stones even dangled pleasantly from the diamond "vines" that looped and swirled in intricate patterns. There wasn't much color but what there was went well with the dress and suited Elissa's face wonderfully.
After making certain it was square and set in place, Alistair took her into his strong arms and held her. In a low, soft voice he said, "On our wedding day, I bestowed a crown to you that others had worn in the past as part of the ceremony but it never suited you. I don't know why but I always envisioned something more delicate yet no less regal. So I contacted a jeweler for advice and after he met you, he agreed with me. I gave him as much gold and time as he needed to make something I hoped would sweep you off your feet. Tell me… Did I succeed?"
"I… met him? When?" she asked, peering up at him with curious eyes. He loved how their color matched her bodice and the daring black kohl and purple powder made them stand out. He traced his finger along the curve of her cheek, down her neck and across her bare shoulder. Maker, it was tempting to just keep going. "I slipped him into one of our meetings months ago," he said, trying not to look lower than her face. "You didn't answer my question…"
She nodded weakly. "I'm amazed. You truly know how to make a girl giddy with pleasure, you know that? I can't imagine what it cost."
He leaned in to taste her neck. "I paid for it with a portion of the sovereigns I earned while we were adventuring together. I never spent much of my share after we divvied up so rather than this being a gift from the throne, it's really just a gift from that handsome man you were kissing along the way. Remember him? That shy Templar you seduced with your beautiful smile and luscious kiss?" His voice took on a soft, husky purr as he added, "The man who still loves pleasing you whenever possible?" Alistair's smile took on a sensual, flirty look and his eyes drank her in. Her body was responding to his touch in spite of the armor he wore and he hadn't donned his gauntlets. Well, why not give her something to think about during dinner?
His finger moved down her shoulder and along the swell of her exposed breast, lingering briefly to massage the erect nipple. He heard her gasp, watched her eyes close. He continued that naughty hand down the curve of her hip and gathered the breezy skirts so that he could push his hand through them and let his fingers explore her secret places. He found the magic spot on her body he was looking for and began to stroke it. Eventually, he slipped them inside her and she pressed against him. Her arms curled around his neck as he leaned in to kiss her mouth. Sensuously, he worked those nimble fingers with wicked delight from inside and outside her aroused body. Her head tilted back as she moaned with pleasure.
A few moments later she was groaning and clinging to him tightly. This was another area he was gifted in. Merely touching her could bring her to intense heights of pleasure as he was doing now. She responded so quickly she hardly had time to prepare but he had his arm around her, supporting her so that she could fully enjoy his gleeful teasing. When they were alone, the man was as far from that shy Templar as he could get and he seemed to revel in bringing her to ecstasy. She peaked with a final passionate cry and found it impossible to stand without his help. It was over but her body still quivered from his pleasure-gift. Then, as if on cue, there was a knock at the door. "Enter!" Alistair called, much too soon for Elissa's sake. She blanched as she looked up at him, still clinging to his neck. There was a fine sheen of sweat on his skin but his expression was smug. He slowly removed his hand from under her dress, looked at it and grunted with satisfaction. "Well… That was fun," he commented with a raised eyebrow.
He smiled at the guard as he entered. "Your Majesties, I was ordered to escort you to the banquet. Will you come?" The guard stared at Elissa without realizing it, clearly appraising her appearance. Alistair nodded then slid his wet fingers into his mouth one at a time, licking them each clean in front of the guard and his queen as they linked arms. Elissa looked, wide-eyed, at her husband's expression and saw a playful rogue instead of the bashful young man she was accustomed to. Knowing what he'd licked off his fingers in front of the guard with that satisfied smirk on his face gave her a new appreciation for the man. "Shall we, my love?" he said smoothly.
"Hmm. Yes, we shall. I can't wait to see what other surprises you have, wicked man," she murmured, laying her free hand over his arm.
His smile was delicious as he guided her to dinner. "I guess I am a bit of a demon, aren't I?" he chuckled.
To Be Continued…
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