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Fire-wrought sword met fire-wrought sword as the Dragon Reborn danced naked before the gaping and confused First of Mayene. His opponent matched him blow for blow, seeming to know exactly what he was going to do even before he did it. Which was understandable, considering the opponent was none other than the Dragon himself.
Some dark power was behind this, he knew. The man before him looked and fought exactly like Rand, but his eyes were strange. Milky white, empty of emotion. A gasp from the naked woman kneeling on his bed caused Rand to glance backwards, a mistake that almost cost him his life to the Adder Strikes. He dived out of the way just in time, rolling to his feet on the soft carpet of his rooms in the Stone of Tear. Then he saw what had startled Berelain. Two more of the strange imposters had stepped out of the stand mirrors, naked and armed and just as empty-eyed as the first. One was an even match for him, three would be his end.
Reflections of me, Rand thought, then perhaps… he released saidin, allowing the heron-marked blade to dissipate even as his opponents sliced at him. As he’d hoped, their blades disappeared too, and in the brief moment of imbalance that followed the failed attacks he struck out. A right cross to the jaw of one sent the imposter crashing to the floor, a firm kick between the legs of a second doubled him over, stealing some of the ardour that stilled engorged them all. Rand winced in reflexive sympathy but this was no time for fighting fair.
He ran past the final copy and snatched a silver candlestick from the dresser, dashed towards the mirror. Even as he struck his reflection was looking back at him, reaching out it’s hands as though to strangle. Rand brought the candlestick crashing down in a two-handed grip and shattered the mirror, along with the evil it was spawning. He spun and flung the candlestick towards the second mirror, the impact sending a river of sharp glass cascading down and spilling over the rich Tairen carpet.
Unfortunately, the copies that had already emerged were unaffected. The one he had left standing tackled Rand from behind, locking it’s arms around his neck in a wrestler’s hold. Rand got a hand between his throat and his opponents forearm, saving himself from the strangle, and attempted to roll but he was matched strength for strength.
As the Dragon struggled with himself, the First of Mayene discovered her courage. Rising from the bed, her heavy breasts swaying, she picked up a second candlestick and advanced towards the struggling twins. Confusion was written all over her beautiful face, “Are you doing this?” she asked, her voice a little higher-pitched than usual. “Is this a saidin thing? Should I help?”
A hand shot out and seized her by the wrist. The reflection that Rand had punched rose up again, standing tall before the naked lady. “Rand, is that you?” she whispered, staring at the imposter with her big dark eyes. It squeezed Berelain’s wrist in it’s unkind grip, causing her to drop her weapon to the carpet. Then it clamped it’s mouth to hers hungrily. Rand saw Berelain’s shoulders stiffen, but she soon relaxed into the fake’s embrace.
The fake Rand ran it’s hands down Berelain’s smooth back and grabbed her lush buttocks in a cruel grip. She gasped as it lifted her clear of her feet, but she spread her thighs obligingly, still unsure if it was truly Rand or not. The real Rand growled his frustration against the arm that pinned him as he watched a perfect copy of his own manhood slide into Berelain’s sweet sex. She moaned as she was penetrated, hands grasping the copy’s shoulders. It began to fuck her with hard, mechanical strokes.
The final copy had recovered it’s senses, and now struggled to its feet. It stared at Rand, who was still unable to defeat his own stranglehold. Two on one - even unarmed he might yet die this night. In desperation, Rand bit the arm that held him and worried it savagely. His opponent opened its mouth as though to scream, but eerily no sound emerged. The final copy took a step towards Rand, but stopped at the sound of Berelain’s groan. It turned towards her, then stared even harder. It’s flaccid penis stirred again, twitching it’s way skywards.
Berelain was held aloft by the hard hands that grasped her bottom, her cheeks parted and her puckered anus visible to all. She was oblivious as the final copy stole up upon her unprotected rear. When it aimed it’s manhood at her tight hole and began to push forwards she made a confused sound, glancing over her shoulder. “What is happening?” She gasped. It soon turned to a squawk of outrage as the fake Rand held her by the shoulders and forced it’s way into her butt inch by inch. Her face spasmed in mingled pain and pleasure. The other Rand did not break his rhythm even for a moment as his fellow joined him in fucking the First of Mayene.
By the time the fake had worked its way into Berelain’s butt she was defeated. She dangled between the two “Rand’s”, limp and helpless, her luscious breasts squashed against the chest of one and her equally luscious bottom pinned by the hips of the second, cheeks quivering with every hard thrust.
Rand didn’t know what he felt, watching that. Outrage on her behalf, jealousy that it wasn’t really him fucking her, or shameful relief. There was a very real likelihood that Berelain had saved his life, simply by being here and being so irresistible. He wasn’t at all certain he could defeat three perfect copies of himself alone. He wasn’t even sure he could defeat one. But if he was going to make good on the chance she had given him, and save Berelain from whatever those imposters would do to her when they were done, he would have to find a way to kill himself.
He searched the room and quickly spotted a shard of broken glass that looked knife sized. Working a knee up under himself, he dragged the imposter clinging to his back into a roll, forcing them both across the rich carpet towards his prize. Berelain, filled with two hard cocks, was moaning incoherently, her face resting against the shoulder of one copy and drool leaking in a most unladylike manner from her mouth. Rand kept rolling, finally landing within reach of the shard. He stretched towards it and just about managed to touch if with his fingertips. With agonising slowness he eased the shard towards him. It seemed to take an eternity before he could grasp it properly and all the while the quick, wet slapping sounds of the threesome taking place nearby taunted him to haste.
At last Rand seized the glass dagger in his heron-branded hand, heedless of the pain as it cut into him. Careful of the brittle blade, he sliced into the arm of the imposter holding him down. It’s silent screams gave no alarm to its fellows as Rand severed the muscles in it’s arm, winning his freedom. He turned swiftly, pinning it to the floor with his forearm as he thrust the glass into its soft throat. Then he stared in horror as he watched himself die. When I meet my destiny at Shayol Ghul, I’ll look just like that, he thought as his stomach roiled.
A woman’s cry from behind brought him back to his senses. Rand spun, only to behold the sight of Berelain with her head thrown back in pleasure. Her legs dangled in mid-air, kicking uselessly as she curled her toes and cried out in orgasm.
The two fakes gave no reaction to Berelain’s sweet cries, but simply kept pounding away at her in their mechanical way. They were oblivious to the real Rand as he advanced towards them, the glass dagger in his hand wet with his own blood.
Rand stabbed the dagger into the side of the fake who was fucking Berelain’s ass, careful to avoid it’s ribs. He could have sliced it’s throat but he didn’t want to get blood all over the poor woman. It fell away, it’s cock yanked out of Berelain’s gaping butt with an audible pop. The final fake saw it’s fate coming but could not disentangle itself from Berelain’s embrace in time to avoid it. Rand lodged the glass shard in its eye and left it there. It fell backwards, dead before it hit the floor, and Rand snatched Berelain by the hips, pulling her free of the fake’s manhood lest it drag her down with it. Rand cradled Berelain in his arms as she panted, her gaze unfocused. Even as he did so he planted his foot on the throat of the fake he had gut stabbed, resting his weight upon it to make sure.
Berelain was limp in Rand’s embrace, flushed and sweaty. Her nipples stood very tall, one poked against his forearm as he supported her weight. Rand found that he was very hard, but this was hardly a good time for that. He slipped at arm behind her knees and picked his lady up, carrying her toward his bed that she might rest from the strange and no-doubt horrible ordeal she had just suffered. He set her gently upon the silk sheets and sat naked on the bedside, stroking her hair with his unbloodied hand. “It’s alright,” he croaked, throat tight with exertion and shame. He should have protected her better. “You’ll be alright now Berelain. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
The First of Mayene smiled in what Rand thought was a very brave way. She reached up and placed a graceful hand on the back of Rand’s neck, guiding his lips to hers. Her soft kiss tasted like forgiveness. “Thank you… Rand,” she whispered.
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