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- 1-Taking Liberties
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Safely back in Emond's Field after the Trolloc ambush, Rand watched from afar as Sascya and her family grieved. He wondered at his own lack of shock at Jared’s death, and at the changes in Emond’s Field itself. There was a feel of inevitability about it all, to him. It just reinforced what he had realised when he found the smoking wreckage of his childhood home. There was no going back, only forwards. Forwards towards war.
He stood alone among the grieving throng, armed and armoured, like a silent, black-coated avatar of death. He didn’t think it was the hovering Shienarans that kept folk from approaching him. They had to sense it, too. Twice in as many years, the Theren had been attacked by Shadowspawn. Change was in the air. And whether the Theren would survive that change remained to be seen.
He saw Joanne al’Meara among the crowd, standing with her husband. She was visibly pregnant and he was glad she’d decided to heed Perrin’s advice and leave her farm for the village. Rand wondered if Nynaeve knew she was going to be an aunt. He suspected not. She and Joanne hadn’t gotten along very well even before Nynaeve decided that Wisdoms should sever their personal connections with everyone else.
Old Cenn Buie had realised that one of his grandsons was among the dead. He didn’t weep, instead his grief manifested as anger. Rand hoped he wouldn’t blame Perrin. Cenn could be like that.
Ellie Torfinn wept openly, though for exactly whom it was hard to know. Ellie’s brown hair was still unbraided, despite her being almost forty. The Women’s Circle had never allowed it, and if Ellie had ever cared about that snub, she’d stopped long before Rand came to know her. She was still a relatively slender woman, though one who was very fleshy in the chest and hip areas. She was still beautiful, too, despite the crooked nose. Rand had never known who had broken it, but he suspected it was one of the wives from Emond’s Field. Ellie had a very loving nature, and Rand was far from the only person to have enjoyed her company over the years.
Frowning to himself, Rand sought Calle Coplin out with his gaze. None of the Coplins or Congars had been among Perrin’s hunters, and no tears could be seen among that lot. Calle and Ellie shared a similar reputation around the Theren but Rand, who had leapt at Ellie’s flirtatious offer, had rejected the same from Calle. In hindsight, he was hard pressed to explain why. But in his head, Ellie was a friendly, misunderstood figure, whereas Calle was scheming and untrustworthy, even if they both did the same things. Calle had never forgiven him for the slight. She scowled when she noticed Rand looking at her, so he turned his head away.
The al’Vere sisters were much in evidence, helping the new Wisdom to shepherd the wounded men around. Hu and Tad Barran had been overwhelmed by the number of horses that had come in, and several men had volunteered to help stable them. It was good to be active at a time like this. It kept you from having to think too much. Ellie’s nephews, Jaim and Leof, were among the volunteer stableboys. Their little sister had been one of those killed last Winternight; Rand expected the wailing that sounded around the village was digging up unwelcome memories.
They dug up memories for Rand, too, but he felt a coldness that disturbed him. There was a time he would have wept over Jared and the others. Now he just stood there, grim-faced and dry-eyed. He took some small comfort in the sight of his father and Master Candwin, wending their way carefully through the crowd. Tam’s bluff face was set in a mournful expression, but he didn’t weep either. He’d been a soldier, he’d seen war, as Rand had. Rand dared to think that all soldiers felt this way; it was easier than thinking that something had broken in his mind.
Tam and Abell saw Rand and turned their steps his way. Tam had a sword belted on over his coat, and both men carried their bows. The sword looked right on Tam, farm coat or no.
“I have your old sword in my saddlebags,” Rand said as soon as Tam was close enough to hear. “I should probably have returned it to you earlier. The blade’s broke, but the belt and scabbard are still usable.”
Tam shook his head. “You could have thrown that old thing away, lad, I wouldn’t have minded. As I told you once, it wasn’t worth the price that I paid for it. But if you want to keep it, that’s fine, too.”
He hadn’t noticed until then that Min and a pair of young Maidens—Harilin and Aca, specifically—were following along in the path Tam cleared. Min’s dark, knowing eyes caught and held Rand’s. “I ... would like that. It meant a lot to me,” he said slowly. She smiled a private smile.
Tam glanced back and forth between them and nodded to himself, as though confirming something. “Young Min has been helping fortify the town. She swings a meaner axe than you’d think, from the size of her.”
Min blushed. “Flatterer! My arms are killing me. It’s been years since my da showed me how to use a pickaxe up in the mines, and I’m starting to think he was holding more of the weight that he let on.”
“He taught you well. There’s a lot to be said for a woman who can take care of herself.” There were smiles all around, from Tam and Min, and even from pretty Aca, with her very pale, yellow hair.
Rand felt a stab of jealously the likes of which he’d never experienced before. It left him at a loss for words. Tam had been nice towards, and offered advice to, all of Rand’s friends over the years, so why did seeing him do the same with Min make Rand bunch his fists like that? Why did his heart ache? I didn’t know we weren’t related by blood back then, he told himself. For all Tam’s reassurances, some part of him just wasn’t willing to accept that he truly belonged here.
Tam eyed him shrewdly. “Perhaps you two could go check on Dannen and Tief, out on the northern pastures. We haven’t gotten around to setting the stakes there yet.”
Min shuffled her feet, discomforted by something. “Actually, I should talk to Mistress al’Vere. I’m supposed to be helping about the inn, but I’ve been leaving too much of the work to the younger girls.” She avoided Rand’s eyes. Why did that make him feel sad?
“There isn’t much to do, they’re just helping put Master Aybara to bed,” a girl’s high voice said from behind Rand. Saeri smiled when Rand looked her way. With a white apron tied over the nice blue dress they’d picked up for her, Saeri looked very much the maid she kept calling herself. She wore the silver necklace he’d bought her openly now, with never a care for how much its value contradicted her humble profession. “I am glad thou art safe, my Lord. Who is the yellow-eyed girl?”
Imoen Candwin was with her, looking as bright-eyed as ever, but that was certainly not the girl Saeri spoke of. “Yellow like Perrin?” Imoen said excitedly.
Rand had to search the crowd for Raine. When he finally found her, she was over near the flagstaff with the red wolf’s-head banner, silently but intently watching him. She did that a lot. He almost felt as though he was being stalked. Raine had gotten rid of the bonnet, revealing hair of a lighter shade of red than his own, and much curlier. He was a little surprised Saeri had noticed her from so far away.
“That’s Raine Cinclare. She’s ... an acquaintance of Perrin’s that we meet at the Tinker camp.”
Min peered at the wolfsister intently. Rand watched her eyes as she did so, and noted the way they darted about. He suspected she was taking in more details than simply Raine’s appearance and mode of dress. Min’s cheeks paled at whatever she saw. “Is ... Is that? She’s dangerous, but I don’t think it’s the same one. Why a leash? Can she channel?” Her whispers were so soft that he wondered if she was even aware she was speaking.
“Perhaps we should have a private talk, after all,” Rand said quietly.
Min jumped when she realised he was watching and listening. She shook her head fiercely. “I-I’m sure there’s something I could be doing, w-whatever Saeri says,” she stammered, before quickly wending her way off towards the Winespring Inn. He wondered what she had seen about Raine that troubled her so much. He wondered if she’d ever tell him, too.
Imoen watched Min go with a curious look on her face. “Is it true she was a student at the White Tower, Rand? Can she channel, like the Aes Sedai? How’d she meet a princess? She never answers when I ask.”
“Well perhaps you should take that as a hint, niece, and not pry,” Abell rebuked, though he smiled fondly as he said it.
“Min can’t channel, I can tell you that much,” Rand said quietly. It would be best to prevent any rumours to the contrary from spreading. Not many people were comfortable with the One Power, even when it was being used by women rather than men.
“One more thing to recommend her,” Abell said. He and Tam shared a brief smile. The Cauthons and Candwins had made their lack of regard for channelers plain over the years, and none more so than Mat when he learned of Rand’s ability. The memory made Rand glum.
“Are you at a loss for what to do, Rand?” his father asked. He’d used to say that often back on the farm. It was usually followed by a list of chores.
Rand didn’t doubt there was a respectable list of tasks that needed doing around Emond’s Field, but he had some duties of his own to attend to first. “No. I’ll help out with the preparations, but I need to check in with Geko and Urien first. And there’s something I need to talk to Loial about.”
Tam nodded. “I’m sure you know what you’re about, lad.” He walked off with Abell at his side, leaving Rand to stare after him. He would have expected Tam to have had more to say about it than that. He’d commanded soldiers, and fought against Aiel. Rand had done neither, but Tam would just leave him to deal with it? He wasn’t sure what he felt, nervous and yet pleased at the same time.
“Dost thou have a task for me, my Lord?” Saeri asked earnestly.
Rand smiled and patted the top of her head. “Not for me, Saeri. But if you could help Mistress al’Vere and the Wisdom to treat the wounded, I’d be grateful.”
She squirmed like a puppy under his touch. “I shall attend to it forthwith!” she said, before marching off.
“She’s a funny one, isn’t she Rand?” Imoen grinned, once the other girl was out of earshot. “She talks like someone out of a gleeman’s story, but she works harder than anyone, even at the yucky jobs.” It occurred to him that the two girls were about the same age. It would be nice for Saeri to have another friend, and she could do much worse than Imoen.
“She’s a bit of a character,” he said fondly, “like certain chatterbox’s I could name.” Imoen’s hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously at that. He patted her on the head, too. “Saeri’s had a hard life, for one so young, but she has a good heart. They weren’t able to break her spirit.”
Imoen opened her mouth to ask the obvious question, but then slowly let it click shut again. “Perhaps I should go help her,” she said.
Between one moment and the next, she seemed more grown up to Rand. “Perhaps you should,” he said, with a small smile. Imoen gave him a cheery wave as she set off in the direction Saeri had gone.
Alone again, Rand resolved to make good on his promise to Tam. Geko had his camp on one side of the Green, while Urien had his at the opposite side. He hoped there hadn’t been any trouble between the Aiel and Shienarans that had been left in the village when he went looking for Perrin.
He only made it a few steps towards the Green before movement caught his eye. He paused, peering over at Mistress Candwin’s house. Another wave brought his attention to a girl who was half-hidden around the side of the house. Bode smiled when she caught his eye. She looked about to make sure no-one was watching her, and then crooked her finger Rand’s way, before darting out of view.
Rand bit his lip. He really should be working, either at making sure things were going smoothly with those who had accompanied him to the Theren, or at helping to fortify Emond’s Field. But ... there were Bode’s kisses to consider, and the pleasant handfuls of soft flesh she had let him have, and might well do again ...
In the end, he turned away from the Green towards the place he’d last seen Bode, trying not to remember what Anna had called him earlier this morning.
Bode wasn’t near the Candwins’ place. She wasn’t around the back either, and he would have noticed if she’d run off towards the Green. So ... Rand’s lips twitched. He had a good idea where he’d find her.
Natti Cauthon’s home showed little sign of the Trolloc attack last year. The path to it was much as Rand remembered, as was the house itself, empty now, with everyone out working in town. The barn should have been empty, too, but Rand doubted it would be.
When he eased open the door of the barn and slipped inside, he found Bodewhin Cauthon waiting for him. She was seated on a bale of hay, out in the open, where the sunlight that peeked in through the slats in the wood could dapple her skin with its warm rays. And dapple her it did, for she was as naked as the day she was born.
Bode sat with her legs crossed at the knee and her hands folded demurely, but the wicked smile on her face gave the lie to that pose. Her dark hair hung in a braid down her back and her big, round breasts hung just as freely, drawing his eyes down over the folds of her belly towards her wide hips. Rand licked his lips at the sight, and her smile widened.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. She looked lovely, with her rosy cheeks and that mischievous gleam in her dark eyes.
Rand dropped his bow to the ground carelessly and began undoing the buckle on his belt. “You know ... I think I’ve been waiting for this, too.”
“Did you think about me when you were away?”
It wouldn’t be a complete lie to say he had, and when he did, the grin that split her round face washed his conscious clean.
Rand undressed hastily, shedding armour and coat with by now well-practised familiarity. Bode watched him strip, not moving from her perch until he was all the way down to his skin, and then it was only to hold out her hands in welcome.
Her lips met his unabashedly and it took no time at all before her hunger became plain. Bode wasn’t content to wrap her arms around him, she went straight for the cock today, taking a gentle hold of Rand’s shaft and rubbing it in her hand. He was already fully hard, but her touch made him twitch, and that caused her to break into a fit of giggles.
“You took my virginity with this, you wicked beast,” Bode teased. “My parents would have a fit if they knew.”
“True on both counts,” he murmured, fondling her breasts in his hands.
She bit her lip and avoided looking at him, though she made no effort to stop him fondling her. “I still have a little virtue left ...” Bode whispered.
Rand suspected he knew what she was hinting at. And he was happy to play along. “Unacceptable. You’re to be mine, all mine. What is it that you deny me?”
Bode swallowed. “Nothing ...”
He took her by the hands, pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. “Good,” he said in a low growl, once he had tasted his fill of her mouth. Then he spun her around and gently pushed her over onto the hay. Bode didn’t need much in the way of coercion to assume the position. Excitement quickened her breath as she knelt on her hands and knees before him.
Rand brushed stray straws from her fleshy cheeks and then, having enjoyed the way those soft globes moved under his hands, he started fondling her roughly. Bode didn’t object, not even when he parted her buttocks and brushed a finger across the puckered little hole between them.
Her dryness worried him. The first time could be painful, just like it could the other way. He didn’t have anything on hand to use except her own fluids, and his, so Rand knelt behind Bode and pressed his mouth to her sex.
Her gasps of pleasure spurred him on as he licked along and within the folds of her sex. When he slid a finger inside, he found her gratifyingly wet. He transferred that finger to her other hole and teased it as his mouth went back to work on her pussy. Her ass twitched under his ministrations at first, but by the time he’d started using two fingers coated in her pussy juice, she was relaxed and accepting of the unfamiliar touch.
“This may hurt a bit, at first. If you truly deny me nothing, it will get easier, quicker,” Rand said. He could feel her trembles through the fleshy cheeks he held apart when he stood to line himself up with her back entrance.
Bode drew in a sharp breath when she felt the head of Rand’s cock pressing against her virgin ass. He pushed forwards steadily and she let out a pained sound. “Relax, that’s my brave girl,” he murmured, still pushing. He didn’t relent until he had popped past the tight ring of her ass and forced a gasp, part pain and part pleasure, from her lips.
“Now that’s a tight fit. I’m going to have to stretch you out, get you nice and used to my cock inside you. Do you think you could take it?”
“I can take anything you have to give, Rand al’Thor,” Bode said stubbornly. But she still let out a little yelp when he pushed further into her butt.
Rand fondled her body as he let her get used to the feel of him inside. Only when he felt her relax once more did he work another inch in. Then he stopped once more and repeated the process. Bode’s yelps of pain grew less sharp, her moans of pleasure more pronounced, and by the time he his balls rested up against her fleshy cheeks she was whispering filthy encouragements that her parents really would have had a fit to hear.
To check if she was ready, Rand slowly pulled himself almost all the way out and then slammed back inside. She was a gloriously tight sheath for his sword, and the way she gasped, “Oh Light!” at his thrust sounded a long way from pained.
Rand wanted to ravage her ass. It felt so good in there, and the urge to fuck her until he filled her butt with his come was loud in his body, but he held fast to his patience. Even better than coming in Bode’s butt would be making her come with his cock up there, and then filling her with his seed. So he made himself go slow, and savoured the soft grunts that each stroke of his cock wrung from the kneeling girl.
“I used to fantasize about this you know,” Bode whispered after a while. “While I was lying in my bed at night and my sister was asleep. I would touch myself and imagine it was my bum you were fucking that day instead of Egwene’s. I came so many times thinking of that. I never dreamed we’d actually be doing this someday.”
Rand smiled down at the girl. She had her face turned away from him still, but he could see how red her cheeks had gotten. How she could cling to modesty while doing such things was beyond him. It woke in Rand the evil urge to embarrass her further. “That’s a tantalising image,” he purred. “But how about you show me the reality.” He took her by the wrist and guided her right hand downwards. “I’d like to see you making yourself come for me.”
“I couldn’t ...” Bode gasped.
“Didn’t you say earlier that you would deny me nothing? If I told you to then it wouldn’t really be your fault, now would it?”
“I-I suppose ...” Bode moaned sexily as she slid a hand across her belly and over the coarse hairs of her sex. She began to rub herself feverishly as Rand continued to pump in and out of her ass, her fleshy buttocks quivering with each slap of his hips against them.
Bode’s moans became wanton and Rand’s breath quickened. Her hips offered great purchase for his hands, and her cheeks cushioned him nicely. She fair begged to be buggered hard and fast and it was getting more and more difficult for him to resist. He slapped her bottom in frustration.
The loud moan she let out at the sharp contact surprised him. She repeated the sound when he slapped her again. “Bodewhin Cauthon,” he growled. “You really are a naughty girl.”
“No I’m not!” she protested breathlessly. “Mat’s the naughty one. I’m a good girl.”
“A good girl, who’s going to come with a cock up her butt?”
“Don’t say that!” she protested, but the hand that stroked her pussy moved even faster in response to his words.
“Admit it!” Rand demanded. “You’re every bit as naughty as Mat, possibly worse.”
Bode tossed her head, braid flailing. He got a good look at her face; she was red as a beet and her mouth hung open wide as she took him up her back passage again and again.
Rand leaned forward. His hands abandoned her hips in favour of her dangling breasts. “Admit it,” he whispered in her ear as he took a hold of those soft globes and kneaded them firmly. “You’re my naughty little Bode. Say it.”
His thrusts came long and hard then, and each one forced a moaned word from Bode’s lips. “I’m! A! Naughty! Girl!”
With the last word, Bode began bucking under Rand. Her already tight passage tightened even more around his cock as she came. Rand took her by the jaw and made her look at him, and she was so lost to pleasure that she forgot to resist. He stared into her big, dark eyes and rubbed his thumb along her lips as he watched her come. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, smiling fondly. “My good, naughty, girl.” In the throes of her orgasm, she could only groan in response.
He waited until Bode had stopped bucking, until she recalled that she was supposed to be the virtuous Cauthon sibling and ducked her eyes, before he began moving again. She was fully loose by then, her back passage moulded to his cock. Neither it nor its owner offered any resistance as Rand began pounding Bode’s ass with all the lust he’d been holding in check. Her gasping, shaking breaths spurred him on as he ravaged her backside, holding her firmly, possessively by her wide hips and making her fleshy cheeks jiggle like crazy.
Rand fucked her hard until he felt his climax building, and then he fucked her harder still. He fucked her until a sudden inferno of pleasure set his body afire. Then he hilted inside Bode’s ass and unleashed jet after jet of come into her virgin bowels, marking her as his.
Bode moaned in relief when she felt him come. The sound made a small part of Rand’s brain, what little of it as was capable of thinking tight then, wonder if he’d been a little too tough on her. The rest of him was too busy gasping in pleasure at his long-delayed satisfaction.
When his thoughts cleared, Rand found Bode bent over on the haybale, resting her cheek on her folded hands and looking back up at him over her shoulder.
His lips quirked into a smile. “You look cute like that,” he said honestly, between shaking breaths.
Somehow, she still managed to blush, even kneeling there with an ass full of his come. “You look pretty nice like that, too,” she managed, then bit her lip hard. “Burn me, but my parents really would kill me if they knew about this.”
Rand laughed. “They would. But let’s be honest: that’s part of why you enjoy it so much.” He gave her big cheek another, much lighter, slap, while tutting disapprovingly. “You naughty girl, you.”
She giggled. “I suppose it might be a little true,” she allowed. “But promise me you won’t tell Mat. He’d never let me hear the end of it.”
You and me both, but for very different reasons. “I promise.”
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