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3.
Rand kissed Berelain gently. Tension flowed out of him, replaced by renewed excitement. His fingers tangled amidst her raven tresses and he might have taken her again, but he pulled back and sat up instead. Inappropriate, she’s probably in shock or something, he thought.
“What’s wrong?” Berelain asked, watching Rand cast about for some clothes.
Rand blinked at her. “What isn’t?” he replied, grimly. “The Dark One is coming to kill us all.”
Berelain rolled onto her side and gave a little shiver. It was… very distracting. Rand set his jaw and resumed his clothes search with a heroic display of willpower. “I suppose,” Berelain began, “but not today, and I’m sure you’ll deal with that problem when it arises.” She was remarkably dismissive of the whole thing, Rand thought. “That strange trick you just used will help no doubt. Three Dragons are better than one after all.”
Rand stopped and stared. She thought Rand had made those fakes. He had not of course. Yet, telling Berelain that would only upset her. Better she keeps thinking it was me, Rand decided, feeling conflicted; I’m turning into an Aes Sedai, full of secrets and half-truths.
“I’ll need a lot of tricks to win this war,” he said at last, standing stiffly.
Berelain swung her legs around and sat on the edge of Rand’s bed. She folded her hands in her lap, knees together. She was stark naked and yet she was the very picture of grace. “Mayene will be entirely at your disposal, my Lord Dragon. Do feel free to call upon me for any task. I assure you, I am well qualified. And you will not find my devotion lacking.” She smiled saucily at that last. Rand stood very stiffly.
With a throaty laugh, the First of Mayene came to her feet and advanced upon Rand in what could only be called a strut. She planted one long kiss upon his lips, then took hold of his engorged manhood gently and led him back towards the bed. “But I’m sure you’ve already noticed that,” she whispered with a wicked smile.
Rand’s resolve broke. With a fierce growl, he picked Berelain up and tossed her onto the centre of the big bed. She gave a delighted shriek, landing on the soft mattress, her generous breasts bouncing crazily. Rand soon joined her. He took his woman in his arms and kissed her hungrily.
Their hands roved over each other’s bodies. She squeezed his buttocks, ran her fingers through his hair, touched his face gently, clutched at his bicep almost painfully, she even pinched at one of his nipples, which Rand thought odd. All the while the lady’s sweet lips caressed his, and his own rough farmer’s hands marred her smooth, pale flesh.
Rand could wait no longer. He rolled the unresisting Berelain onto her side, taking hold of one slender leg at the knee and lifting it to expose her wet sex. As he positioned himself behind the lady First, she arched her back, pressing her lush buttocks against his waist. “Take me, my Lord,” she sighed, breathlessly. Rand was all too happy to, his large cock slipping easily into Berelain’s hot crevice. He groaned loudly as her heat enveloped him.
Rand fucked Berelain slower this time, savouring the feel of her. His hands kneaded her bountiful breasts, teasing her dark nipples. He kissed the side of her graceful neck as she moaned encouragingly. She tossed her head as he rode her, her silky black hair fell upon his face, tickling him. He inhaled the sweet scent of her, pace increasing.
Berelain arched her hips to meet Rand’s thrusts, “Yes,” she groaned. “Just there…” He trailed his hand over her soft, flat belly; sought and found the hot, wet folds of her sex. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, as his fingers explored her wanton body. She clutched the sheets of Rand’s bed in her hands as he fucked her all the harder.
Berelain pressed herself back against Rand, her lush buttocks quivering with each stroke of their lovemaking. He rubbed her stiff little nipple between thumb and forefinger gently. Marveled at the hot wetness of her womanhood and the rough little hairs that coated it. He cupped her in his hand and found another little nub to stroke. Her toes curled and she kicked out involuntarily.
Rand felt Berelain’s pussy contract around him suddenly. She gritted her teeth, thrust her impressive chest out and came with a wordless shout, her juices flowing freely over his hand and cock. He slowed his attack upon her secret sanctuary, leaning forward to look upon her beautiful face. Berelain let out soft little moans of approval as he caressed her breasts, riding out the waves of her pleasure, eyes closed and red lips smiling in satisfaction.
When at last she opened her big brown eyes and saw Rand looking down at her fondly, Berelain’s smile grew wider. He could not help but grin back. She caressed his cheek and whispered, “You seem tired my Lord. It has been a long day, and no doubt an equally long tomorrow awaits. Why not lay back, and allow me to ease your tension…”
“That sounds more than welcome,” Rand murmured back. He allowed himself to slide out of Berelain’s hot embrace and sprawled on his back in the centre of the bed.
The First sat up, smiling at her newly claimed lover. She leaned over to fetch a pillow, giving him an excellent view of her dangling breasts. She raised his head gently to place the pillow behind it and he took the opportunity to plant a kiss on one dark nipple. Berelain laughed lightly, pulling away from his questing mouth and throwing a slim leg over his hips. She knelt above him in all her naked glory. Her tousled hair fell in jet-black waves around her shoulders, contrasting delightfully with her ivory skin. The hair of her sex was equally as dark. Rand watched as his manhood disappeared within that hot, dark cleft and groaned loudly. Once he was fully within her, Berelain sighed in satisfaction and began to roll her hips, sending waves of pleasure surging through the Dragon Reborn’s body.
She rose up and sat down again, sliding herself along Rand’s hard cock and bringing a gasp from his lips again and again. He closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of her, opened them again to savour the sight as well.
Berelain trailed her sharp nails lightly over Rand’s muscled chest as she rode him. His gaze was drawn to her gyrating breasts. She saw him staring and began to play with them, looking down at Rand with a pleased smirk. He was already breathing heavily when she quickened her pace, and so couldn’t help but moan her name, his heart pounding in his chest.
“I take it you are none the worse for wear then. Fortunate. Others were not so lucky.”
Rand blinked in confusion. It had not been Berelain’s voice that answered his call. The First of Mayene gasped, her enthusiastic ministrations abruptly ceased as she glanced over her shoulder with wide open eyes. Rand sat up and strained to look beyond her, scowling.
Moiraine Damodred stood in the open doorway of Rand’s bedroom. She was a picture of Aes Sedai serenity, blue dress neatly arrayed, not a hair out of place, dark eyes cool and judging. Rand caught a glimpse of something red darting around the corner of the doorway. One of the Aiel no doubt, getting out of sight.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock?” he growled, heart pounding even harder now. The Aes Sedai was the last person he wanted to see just then, short of his own father perhaps. How like her to just march right into Rand’s rooms as if she owned them. She would have been greeted by the sight of Berelain’s ass bobbing up and down, he realised, and couldn’t help but blush.
“She did,” Moiraine replied, coolly. “She taught me many things about propriety. Things that all well-bred young women, and men, should know.”
Berelain turned her back to the Aes Sedai, blushing bright red. Rand wasn’t even sure she could blush, much less so rosily. She made to climb off Rand’s lap, but he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her to him.
“Good,” he said, curtly, glaring defiance at Moiraine. “Now if you don’t mind we would like some privacy.”
“There was an attack tonight,” Moiraine said, unmoving. “Not that you would be aware it seems.” Her eyes roved the room, took in the shattered mirrors. The bodies of the bizarre copies had disappeared, thankfully, but the evidence of a struggle was everywhere. “Or are you?” She finished, softly.
“Everything’s fine here. Thank you for your concern. Was anyone seriously injured?”
“No.”
“Well, close the door on your way out, please.” Moiraine sniffed at Rand’s curt words. She turned her back on him and left, but she disdained to close the door. Bloody annoying woman.
Before Rand could think to get up and shut the door himself, Dorindha slipped inside the room and took hold of the door handle. The young Maiden of the Spear shot Rand a wink and laughed aloud as she slipped back out to reclaim her guard post, closing the door as she did so.
Rand let out a loud sigh. “Constant pain in my backside, that woman,” he muttered.
“She must have had a very good view of mine,” said Berelain, biting her lip like a naughty little girl. She covered her breasts with her arms, looking rather embarrassed still. Rand found his ardour, doused by Moiraine’s intrusion, return in force at seeing this new side to her. Despite her rather forward introduction, he found he rather liked Berelain. No doubt she hoped to get something from him, of course, but he could think of far worse fates having her at his side.
“A fine sight it is too,” he murmured, “But I won’t let her steal you from me.”
Berelain giggled, rocking her hips a little as she did so. “I doubt she was jealous of my affections,” she said, dryly.
“More fool her,” Rand said. With a low growl he put Berelain on her back and kissed her deeply. Her arms came clear of her beautiful breasts and wrapped themselves around his neck, her creamy thighs spread wide beneath his thrusting hips. He fucked her with great abandon, and when his climax stole up on him and he spurted within her, it almost felt like love.
Afterwards she told him she loved him. But Rand didn’t believe that. He smiled politely and kissed her forehead as they lay together in his bed. It felt good, her soft warmth pressed against his side; her head resting on his shoulder as she drifted off to sleep. But it wasn’t love, couldn’t be love. After all, what woman would be fool enough to love a man like him?
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