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Son of the Maidens	By : SAF Category: S through Z > Wheel of Time Series Views: 21659 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Far Dareis Mai had adopted him, after a fashion. Some treated him as a son, others as a brother, some even spoke to him as though he were another Miaden. Age seemed not to come into it; women with white in their hair might talk to him as a brother over tea, while Maidens no more than a year older than he tried to make sure he wore the proper clothes for the heat. There was no avoiding the mothering; they simply did it, and he could not see how to make them stop, short of getting rid of the whole lot of them. He had thought of trying to have another society provide his guards. Shae'en M'taal, the Stone Dogs, perhaps, or Aethan Dor, the Red Shields; Rhuarc had been a Red Shield before becoming chief-only, what reason could he possibly give? Not the truth, certainly. Any reason at all would probably offend the honor of every last Maiden. "The Maidens," he had once said, "carry my honor." Everyone remembered that, and the Maidens were as proud of it as if he had given them all thrones. But it had turned out that they carried it in a manner they chose. That was not good enough, but it would do for now.

Young or old, the Maidens smiled when they saw him, and some nodded familiarly or even favoured him with a wink. Others called out, asking how he was, had he eaten, would he like the gai'shain to bring him wine or water? He responded briefly, though with answering smiles. He was well, and neither hungry nor thirsty. He kept walking, not even slowing when he spoke. Slowing would lead inevitably to stopping, and he was not sure he was up to that tonight. Then he saw Dorindha. She was sprawled on a pile of bright cushions towards the back of the room laughing at something Careen had said, Rand’s steps slowed. Dorindha had been teaching him about Aiel bedplay. She insisted it was an important part of his education, grinning, always grinning. She was about Egwene’s age, but taller and red haired, and alot more fun. Summoning as much poise as he could, Rand walked over to her.

Dorindha smiled slightly as he approached but did not look at him. Careen did that for her, a smirk that said everything he was thinking. Rand gave her a half-shrug of resignation and a quick mischevious grin, then he dropped into a crouch beside the younger Maiden. “Good evening, Dorindha,” he said, “You’re looking well.” They both gave him a surprised look at that. Aiel might find marriages of more than two perfectly acceptable but that never spoke of such things in public. But then, this wasn’t public. Dorindha shrugged slightly to her companion and nodded to him, “I see you Rand al’Thor. You are looking very pretty.” Rand blinked at that and hurriedly took a seat on the cushions between the two Aiel, hoping that the rest were not listening too closely.

“Uh, thanks Dorindha,” he said. He smiled at her shyly, lost for words. Always before she had come to him, grinning and touching. How did you ask a woman to come up to your room and have sex? Just like that? Aiel would dance around the subject unsubtly, he thought. He decided to try the same. “I was hoping to see you upstairs, but if you are otherwise occupied I shall handle matters myself.”

Dorindha and Careen burst out laughing at that. Well, subtlety was over-rated anyway.

As she caught her breath, Dorindha snickered out a responce, “That would be unfortunate Rand al’Thor. Do not fear, I shall aid you in this battle.” She levered her lean body out of the cushions and snatched up her shoufa. She took his hand and started towards the staitrs. “And perhaps Careen would like to join me,” she said over her shoulder. Rand felt his cheeks flame red. Join her? Join us!? He hadn’t thought the Maiden’s would be so... unMaidenly. But Dorindha knew the ways of Far Dareis Mai much more intimately than Rand al’Thor did, or any other Aiel for that matter. At her words the quietly occupied warwomen who filled then room gave up their amused eavesdropping and raised a raucous cheer. Rand felt his other hand taken in a small but firm hand and looked aside from Dorindha’s grinning face to share a boyish smile with the other woman.

It was not Careen. It was Jolien. Her red-gold hair was almost the same shade as Elayne’s and her blue eyes could have captivated any man. Rand was surprised, solemn Jolien had never had much to say to him. Indeed, her face usually held dissaproval when he met her. “Jolien,” he said softly, surprise in his voice as well as his face. She didn’t respond, only turned that saphire gaze on Dorindha.

“Sister, I ask your invitation.”

“Sister, I invite you to share my blankets this night.”

“I accept your invitation.”

Dorindha nodded an acknowledgement and waved a brief farewell to Careen, who lounged still on the cushions. Then the two women marched out of the white tiled room with their heads held high and a grinning young son-of-a-goat between them. When they reached the stairs Dorindha let go of his hand and raced ahead, laughing. Rand followed at a jog, stilled holding Jolien’s hand in his. “I have to confess, I was pretty surprised to find you beside me, Jolien,” he said. “I didn’t think you liked me.” She jogged up the stairs beside him with unhurried breath, her golden tail bounching behind her.

“You are sweet,” she answered matter-of-factly. “You naiveity complimenting you strength well. But I fear that you are too sweet to survive the trials ahead of you.” She gave him a frank look. “The Aiel have need of you now. You must discover your strength. I will help you.”

Rand absorbed that in silence as they approached the windowless chamber he had taken as his bedroom. He had chosen as his sleeping place a windowless chamber near the center of the building, one of the few that was not huge, though its ceiling still reached high enough to make height the room's longest dimension. What it had been meant for originally, he had no idea; a mosaic of vines around the small fireplace was the only ornamentation. A servant's room, he would have said, but servants' rooms did not have a door sheathed in bronze, however plain, that he pushed most of the way shut. Gai'shain had polished the metal to a dull gleam. Rand had chosen it in a moment of strength that would have made Moiraine and Jolien proud. It was the most central and as such most defensible place in the building. Shaido would think nothing of killing the Dragon Reborn. After all, Tarmon Gai’don was a wetlander prophecy and did not concern the Aiel.

A few tasseled cushions lay scattered on the blue floor tiles for sitting, and a thick pallet, atop bright layered rugs, for sleeping. A simple blue-glazed pitcher of water and a dark green cup sat on the floor near the "bed." That was it, except for two three-pronged stand-lamps, already lit, and a pace-high pile of books in one corner. And Dorindha of course.

The Aiel woman was seated crosslegged on Rand’s pallet, naked as her name day. Her breasts were pale and soft, contrasted against the smiling tanned face above and the very visible muscles all around. Her belly sported muscles that would have shamed most men. The thick hair below it was a brighter shade of red than that which fell unbound behind her head. Rand stared at her as though seeing her for the first time. She was beautiful. He was as hard as a spear.

Dimly he heard the bronze doors ringing shut and dragged his eyes away from the young woman on his bed. Jolien was standing against it, her head bowed. Her hips were covered by the cadinsor but the crests of her cheeks could just be seen pressing against the coarse looking fabric. She turned to face him slowly. Her look was determined. She smiled ever so slightly and reached over her shoulder to drag her Aiel tail forward to be unbound. She watched, hipshot, challenging.

Rand steadied his beating heart as best he could and began undoing the buttons of his red and gold coat almost calmly. Dorindha was watching them both with an amused smile. Rand finished the buttons and let his coat drop behind him, catching it with aplomb and hanging it from the peg. His white shirt he pulled over his head with one quick movement. Topless now, he felt their eyes on him. Jolien’s more than Dorindha’s. The golden haired Maiden favoured him with a smile of approval, the gestured at his breeches. Rand killed his shyness and undid his belt. He pulled the dark breeches down his legs as though he were alone in the room. Then he realised that he had forgotten to take off his boots. “Shite,” he swore and tried to balance on one foot while he dragged off his left boot. He hopped on the spot as his balance wavered and both women giggled their amusement.

Dorindha had seen enough. She unfolded from the pallet behind him and advanced on her knees to grab his hips. She bit the upper part of his left cheek lightly and Rand howled his surprise, falling over her shoudler to collapse in a heap, his feet still bound. No sooner was he down than Dorindha had wriggled around beside him, her smile transformed into a companionable kiss. She rested one hand on his chest and explored his mouth brazenly with her tongue.

Rand rolled over to rest half on top of her, his legs kicking to get rid of the last boot and his breeches. Dorindha’s lips tasted as nice as ever, and as uncommitted. He rested his hand on her chest now, stroking a breast slowly with his thumb, pulling at a nipple steadily with his fingers as she had told him to that first time. He felt a hand on his back and raised his head to look at Jolien. She was still clothed, kneeling on the pallet beside the two lovers. Dorindha streched out a hand and rested it on her spear-sister’s knee. Rand rose to his knees, his manhood pointing upwards from the angle of his body. Still stroking Dorindha’s breast, he reached out his other hand to clasp Jolien by the back of her head. He drew her to him and kissed her deeply.

Dorindha joined him in embracing their companion of the night. The naked redheads, man and woman, ran their hands down the thighs of the kneeling blonde, feeling the firm flesh beneath. It was Dorindha who first darted a hand into the fork of Jolien’s legs, making the older woman release a gasp that was half sigh. Rand watched the two women, both as pretty as pearls and felt the hunger flare up in him, fiercer than ever before. He wanted to grasp Dorindha by those white hips and have her right there and then. Fuck her like a savage beast while her friend gasped her building pleasure and waited her turn. In fact, he meant to do exactly that. But controlled, giving as much pleasure as he took. That was how a real man did it. Rand leashed his lust as best he could. Then he grabbed the front of Jolien’s cadin’sor and half unbound, hald tore it off her. Her breasts were larger than Dorindha’s and just as pale, tipped in pink tripped in red. He rose up fully on his knees and clasped her chest to his, burning her lips and burrying his fingers in her short hair. Jolien’s hands grasped Rand’s wide shoulders at first, but when Dorindha finished drawing of the coat and blouse of her cadin’sor the golden haired woman found her hands pulled behind her. Dorindha leaned over from behind to offer her face for a kiss, her tanned cheek resting against the equally tanned cheek of her sister. Rand obliged, Jolien kissed the side of his neck as he did so, he sighed, he wrapped his arms around them both.

Dorindha released Joliens shirt and arms and Rand heard the rustle of cloth falling over the quick breaths of the three of them. He lightly pushed Jolien backwards, and Dorindha fell back with her, her arms holding off the other woman’s weight while her legs appeared suddenly from behing her, white, lean, muscled, spread. Jolien lay between those pale pillars in an echo of beauty that Rand burned onto his mind. He reached for the waist of her breeches and pulled down slowly. Jolien watced his intent eyes as he did so, he met hers and lowered his head to her waist.

Rand quickly feasted his eyes on the fiery orange triangle that crowned Jolien’s mound, he brushed her belly button with his lips, then lower slightly, lower. Her hands tangled firmly in his clean hair. The breeches of her cadin’sor were down at her calfs now, Rand released them and ran his hands up the backs of Jolien’s thighs to cup the narrow cheeks of her bottom. He pushed his face into the tangled forest of her womanhood and found its quiet pool. She was hot. And wet. He kissed her lips and heard her cry out from above. The sound was sweet music to his ears and he kissed her again. Another cry, and an almost painful pull on his hair. Jolien pushed his face towards her, and Rand was all too willing to be pushed. She cried out again, and he laughed happily against her vagina.

Dorindha laughed with him, “Shall we play Maiden’s Kiss with her Rand al’Thor?”

Jolien hissed her affront, “Do you think me a fresh-faced Stone Dog to play with sister?”

“Light no, sister. Yet you quiver like a true maiden in my arms. I had not thought you capable of such sweetness. Have I trained his lips so well?”

“Have you?” Jolien responded.

Rand heard them swap taunts and then he heard the wet sounds of kissing. He raised his head from Jolien’s womanhood to find her craning her head back to meet Dorindha’s full lips. The younger woman was cupping one of Jolien’s pale breasts in her tan hand. The other was reaching downwards. At first he thought she was reaching for Jolien’s secret pool but Dorindha opened one eye to regard him, and then grasped the shaft of his by-now engorged penis. Breaking the kiss and leaning forward for a better look, she positioned Rand at the opening of Jolien and shot one heated look at her spearsister. Jolien groaned and reached out to grab Rand by the shoulders and pull him onto her. As he lowered his torso to her breasts, Rand pushed forward smoothly, Dorindha’s light fingers and Jolien’s heated tunnel sliding along his length as he entered the Maiden for the first time. He pushed all the way in, thrusting his hips between her thighs as Jolien snarled in lustful pleasure.

“Fuck me hard Rand al’Thor,” she whispered in his right ear. “Fuck her,” Dorindha urged to his face, grinning.

Rand watched the face of his lover of the past week. There was no a trace of jealousy to be found in it, a fact which did not entirely please him. But why should she be jealous? They were only friends after all. Bedmates. He filed that realisation away. Truth be told he was surprised Dorindha could bear the weight of both he and Jolien on her, though the young Far Dareis Mai was laying slightly to the side of her coupling bedmates.

Rand rested one heavy hand on Dorindha’s breast and pushed himself off Jolien, then rested the other lightly on Jolien’s face as he slid into her again. She reached out and traced the mucles of his chest with her nails, “Harder!” she snarled. Rand snarled back and bucked backwards and forwards once. Jolien groaned, “Thats it...” He bucked again, and again, finding his own pleasure mounting with the new rythem. The sounds now began to seem almost animalish. Rand levered himself up above the to women as he fucked the one on top, again and again. He saw Dorindha’s tan fingers buried among the red-gold hairs of Jolien’s bush. She was lightly tracing the nub of a small mound of flesh. Rand continued thrusting past Dorindha’s fingers and Jolien’s lips. His breath was ragged.

Rand watched as Jolien’s lean stomach muscles tensed and released, tensed and released. Her breasts had swolen ripely, slick with sweat. He lowered his mouth to kiss the sides of them, under, between, then traced her hardened nipple with his tongue. Her hands slid down his sweaty back as Jolien engulfed his hips in her arms and legs. She clung to him, breathing faster.

Dorindha slid out from underneath. Rand collapsed all his weight onto Jolien. He saw Dorindha’s dark red bush as she rose to her feet; it was slick with her arousal. He raised his eyes to hers, his hips still thrusting in time, and found them alive like gas flames. She wanted him in her. In her as he was in her sister. Jolien’s eyes were closed, her teeth bared in a rictus of carnality, her brows forrowed, her face sweaty, her lips red and dry.

Dorindha layed her hands on Rand’s shoulders and spoke huskily in his ear, “She’s had enough, damn it. It’s my turn.”

Rand hopped to his knees between Jolien’s legs, his manhood still engulfed in her stretching vagina. He met Dorindha’s eyes squarely, reaching one hand behind her head to grasp that fine red hair and kissed her hungrily. He rode the slick slope of her back with his palm, coming to rest on her thrusting hip, then he broke the kiss, smiled at Jolien, who was watched them both with fascination, and dragged Dorindha down to his lap. Quickly the young Maiden threw a leg over his and Jolien’s waist and straddled Rand’s hips. The penis that still rested in Jolien, Rand slid out. Then he seised Dorindha by the hips, rose to his knees, and lifted her with him. Quickly he turned her back to him, feasting his eyes on her narrow, unblemished bottom. Adjusting his grip on Dorindha’s hips, he set her on her knees above Jolien and thrust his slickened self into her heated womanhood. She squealed her pleasure into Jolien’s enlightened face.

Grasping Dorindha’s shoulder, Rand reached underneath her to squeeze a breast and found Jolien’s hands already kneading them both. Briefly he held her hand, then he slid his probing fingers down to the coarse hairs that covered her mound. He found the button that Dorindha had been stroking, though Dorindha’s own seemed bigger somehow, and started to run his thumb over it. Dorindha’s gasps echoed out with each thrust of Rand’s penis, faster and faster. He shouted his own pleasure now, felt it building in him. He took Dorindha by the back of the head it so he could see the profile of her face. She had her eyes on Jolien’s and one hand between her sweet thighs. Jolien was crying out, her arms reaching to draw Dorindha into an embrace as she found her release. She pulled the other woman to her, their breasts pushing against one another and outwards.

Rand saw all this as he was drawn down on top of the two women, who held each other tightly. He roared his own arrival even as Dorindha twisted to look back at him and screamed hers. In and out on last time, and then all the way in as his seed burst from him and into her and he threw his head back to moan in wonder.

Until, still spurting, he fell atop the two women in his bed and lowered his head to their breasts. Dorindha lay with her face resting in the hollow of Jolien’s neck, and Jolien had an arm around both of them. She smiled knowingly.

His breathing deep and exhausted, Rand slid himself out of Dorindha, who wriggled aside as she felt him leave her, and thrust once more into Jolien. She gasped in surprise and her immediately started to ride. Dorindha was plainly shocked, for she burst into laughter and urged him on, “Do it Car’a’carn!” She stroked Jolien’s hair and Rand’s backside as they fucked, her smiling face inches from theirs.

Jolien was engorged, creamy with her own past pleasures, and surprised to find another mounting. She moaned as he fucked her, moaned like a wraith until the walls fair seemed to shake with her voice. Quickly Rand found his stiff manhood hardening fully again and moaned with her. Faster and faster he fucked, as Dorindha giggled girlishly at the noise they were making, until his climax came upon him, sudden as a winter storm. He roared as he came, a feeling made all the greater by the way Jolien’s vagina clutched at him and the knowledge of what that meant. Suddenly Jolien reared up under him, her feet planted on the ground and her hips thrusting into his stomach. The muscles on her legs stood out starkly as she wanked the last of his seed out of him, her nails raking his shoulders and her cat-like cries raking his ears, until abruptly she fell to the ground, spent. His penis abandoned, Rand fell back to his knees gasping. Jolien lay before his heavy eyes spread-eagled and sullied, Dorindha lay beside her on her side, once lean hip supporting an elbow. He felt a slight stirring at the sight, but was too exhausted.

Dorindha smiled at him, “Well,” she said. “That was... very interesting.” Her smile became a grin and she rose to a sitting position. “Did you enjoy that Rand al’Thor?”

“Dorindha, honey,” Rand said, with a bemused smile, “That was incredible.” He fell over on his side, expelling breath noisily. She messed up his hair as though he were a little boy. He supposed he understood why, and let it pass.
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