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CHAPTER 34: Destiny’s Daughter

The hours drifted by as Min lost herself in the words, curled up on a cushioned window seat. She barely noticed the comings and goings of Aes Sedai, Accepted or Novices all. And she had no more viewings. That was one of the great things about books, she never knew what was going to happen in them.
“You looked quite engrossed. Should I leave you to it? I’m sure my studies could be well served in the first depository.”
Elayne’s voice snapped Min out of her trance. She looked up from the book with a welcoming smile. “History? There doesn’t seem to be much you don’t know about that already.”
“On the contrary. There is a great deal I have yet to learn,” said Elayne modestly.
Min swung her booted feet down from the bench and shifted the book into her lap, making a mental note of the page number for later. “I’m glad you came. You look a bit tired.”
Elayne plopped down onto the vacated space with a low sigh. “I admit I am trifle weary.”
“I’m sorry if I got you into trouble with Laras.”
“You didn’t. And I would not have minded if you had. I was glad you tried to help me. You are a good friend.” Elayne let her eyes drift shut as she leaned back against the window frame. She still managed to look elegant and beautiful, even work-weary and wearing a dirty dress. Min wished she could do that.
She bit her lip. Then decided to confess it. “I’m glad to hear that. I never really had a friend before. Back in Baerlon people tended to avoid me because of that thing we talked about. You’re the first real friend I’ve made.”
Elayne’s eyes popped open. “Really? But you’re so nice and friendly. Warm and fun. I imagined you would have a veritable horde of friends missing you.” She sounded flatteringly shocked.
Min shrugged, feeling suddenly shy. “Ha. I guess not everyone’s as tolerant as you are.”
The Daughter-Heir sniffed, chin raised as though passing judgement on some criminal. “Well they should be. These fools who mistreated you should consider themselves fortunate they are not in my reach this instant, or I should send the Queen’s Guards to have words with them.”
“You’re exaggerating?” Min asked, just a little bit doubtfully.
Elayne’s chin came back to its normal height. “Yes,” she said, with a chagrined smile. “It would actually be illegal to send the Guards to give a drubbing to some malcontent citizens. Even if they had been mean to my friend.”
Min laughed. “Well, I appreciate the thought at least.”
Elayne studied her, looking a little hesitant. “We seem to make a habit of sharing confessions, you and I,” she said at last. “As it happens, you are the only friend I have ever had as well. Other than Gawyn, of course.”
“Really? Was no-one allowed to visit the Daughter-Heir at all? Cause that’s the only explanation that I can think of.”
Elayne gave her a small smile of acknowledgement. “I met many people, including the sons and daughters of the noble Houses of Andor, some of whom were close to my own age. They might even have become friends if I had been allowed to treat them as such. But Mother insisted I keep my distance and treat everyone equally, showing no favour to any one family, lest it be seen as a snub by another. And, naturally, I obeyed. This is the first time I have been free to make any friends of my own.” Her smile turned tremulous. “I’m quite glad of it, as it happens.”
Min took hold of Elayne’s hand and gave it a firm squeeze. How could she not at a time like that? “I’m glad too. It all worked out just fine as far as I’m concerned,” she said with a wide grin. Elayne returned both the gesture and the smile.
It seemed as good a time as any to bring it up. “You might want to be careful of all this sharing though. You might end up sharing your husband with another woman. Or two of them even! And what a nightmare that would be, right?”
Elayne shook her head. “Oh, now you’re just being silly, Min. I would never put up with that sort of thing.”
She laughed hollowly. “It was never my idea of how to run things either.”
“You know,” said Elayne, too innocently. “Since we are here I might just have a look at this sage tome that was written about you.”
That wiped the smile from Min’s face. “Don’t you dare. I’m sure it’s awful and cringe-worthy and not at all accurate.”
“Come now. It cannot be that bad. Aren’t you curious?”
Min looked away. “Maybe a little bit, but—”
Elayne hopped to her feet. “That settles it then.” She seized Min’s hand and dragged her to her feet. She barely managed to rescue The Limitations of Pure Reason with her free hand as Elayne led her off towards the shelves.
“I should never have told you about that book,” she muttered as the Daughter-Heir dragged her through the wooden maze.
“The Wheel of Time turns only forwards,” said Elayne portentously. Then she giggled. “Besides, you want to read it too. I can tell.”
She was still giggling as she led Min around the next corner. The laughter, and her steps, ended abruptly, and Min bumped into her from behind.
She peered over Elayne’s shoulder, wondering what had caught her attention, then found herself blinking rapidly as her mouth fell open.
Daniele was leaning against one of the shelves, her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut. Her long face seemed longer, and her wide cheekbones wider, when she had her mouth stretched open in a silent cry like that. She was wearing her Accepted dress, but it was bunched up around her hips and her long, dark legs were bare. As bare as the dark-hair than covered her sex and the girl’s mouth that was pressed against it. That girl’s big, blue eyes glared at the intruders balefully.
“I’m terribly sorry,” Elayne squeaked, her voice higher than normal.
Daniele’s eyes snapped open, and quickly found the intruders. “What are you doing here?” she gasped, her already dark cheeks darkening more.
“I ... we were just ...” Min began.
“Are you blind, or simply stupid?” asked the kneeling girl, in the accents of Volsung. Her hair was a pale yellow colour, long and straight, and she looked a little like Elayne, but with a rounder, meaner face. “Raja Soblas was laying down.”
“I saw no-one ...” said Elayne confusedly. Her cheeks were scarlet and her eyes had gone very wide.
The unfamiliar girl, an Accepted by her dress, rose to her feet, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Despite what she had been caught doing, she managed to look quite fierce, and the least ruffled of everyone present. “Stupid it is then. Find another spot, or wait your turn.”
Daniele dropped her skirts back down, and smoothed them angrily. “I know these girls, Ilyena,” she said through gritted teeth. “One’s a new Novice and the other is ... Well, no-one is sure exactly. A guest of the Aes Sedai for some reason. They might not have known the rules.”
This Ilyena was unmoved. “Forgiveness is the Creator’s. Which is why those who do it too often, meet Her so soon.” It had the sound of a quote to Min’s ears, perhaps some Volsuni saying.
“I doubt we need fear dying over this, dearest,” said Daniele dryly.
Elayne licked her lips. “We were only looking for a book,” she said, still sounding very high-pitched.
Daniele advanced on her. “Keep your voice down, would you? Just because it’s expected doesn’t mean you’re supposed to flaunt it before the whole Tower.”
Min stepped up beside Elayne. “Hey, you stay back now. Whatever you’re about, we won’t be having it. I’ll call for the librarians, don’t think I won’t.”
Daniele rolled her eyes extravagantly. “Oh don’t flatter yourself. You’re cute, you both are, but I daresay I can resist the temptation.”
“Temptation to do what?” asked Elayne, in a slightly more normal tone.
The two Accepted exchanged a look. “She cannot be serious, surely,” said the Volsuni.
“With Andorans? I could see it being so,” mused the Domani.
Elayne recovered her poise quickly at that. “I will hear no insults towards Andor,” she proclaimed.
Daniele planted her fists on her narrow hips. “How about truths? Ilyena and I are pillow-friends. There is a book at the far end of the previous shelf written by Raja Soblas. It is currently laying on its side, one of the twelve signs known Tower-wide that call for privacy. Which you ignored. Or didn’t know about, for some reason.”
“No-one told me about these signs,” said Elayne, just as Min said, “ ‘Pillow-friends?’ ”
The two exchanged that look again.
“Like you two, obviously,” Daniele said, with fraying patience. “It’s just a polite way of saying lovers, here in the Tower.”
Min’s mouth had gone very dry. “But we aren’t ... lovers ...” she whispered. They weren’t. She had never even thought about it. Until now. Images blossomed in her mind and she blushed hot.
Daniele sniffed. “If you were trying to keep it a secret, you did a really poor job of it. Everyone has noticed the way you two look at each other. It’s fine, just have some consideration for others the next time you fancy a tryst.”
Elayne stared at the Domani, standing very still and saying not a word. At her side, Min stood just as stiffly, eyes fixed straight ahead. Neither girl dared to so much as glance to her side. Is that true? Does Elayne want to ...? I never thought we ... Don’t look! Is she looking? She isn’t. She wouldn’t be. Is she? Does she think I want to ... do such things ... to her? ... Do I?
The Accepted waited for a response that never came. At last Ilyena tossed her head scornfully. “Well this is quite ruined. Let’s go, Dani.” She brushed past them all and stalked off down the aisle.
Daniele looked back and forth between the two girls one last time, then shook her head and set off after her friend. Her pillow-friend. Her lover.
That left Min standing stiffly beside her friend. Her ... dear friend. They stood there together in silence for what felt like a long time.
I should say something, she thought. But her tongue wasn’t working right. Ilyena’s tongue seemed to be working just fine, her treacherous mind pointed out, before providing some lewd fancies of Elayne with her skirt bunched up and face wracked with pleasure. Don’t think about that! Despite her best efforts, Min’s cheeks darkened.
When she finally worked up the nerve to look Elayne’s way, she found the Daughter-Heir still staring straight ahead, wide eyed and red cheeked.
“Perhaps we should leave,” Min suggested in a tight voice.
The blush spread to the rest of Elayne’s face. “Yes,” was all she said.
Min led the way out of the shelves. She was acutely aware, as she had not been until now, that the breeches she had put on this morning were her tightest pair. She had thought nothing of it, but now she found herself wondering if Elayne was watching her walk as she trailed along silently.
They remained silent as Min replaced her book on the shelf—in the wrong place, but she wasn’t about to worry about that just then—and they exited the Great Library into a cool Amadaine evening. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, half its bright warmth consumed by Dragonmount’s looming presence.
Min said nothing, but thought a great deal as they returned to the Tower. They soon came to a cross-corridor. Down one hallway was the Novice Quarters, down the other the guest rooms where Min slept. By some unspoken agreement the girls stopped there and turned to face one another.
Elayne’s bright blue eyes looked even bigger than usual. Her skin was as white as milk.
“Where should we go?” Min whispered. She had no idea why she was whispering, there was no-one nearby.
Elayne stared at her. “Where do you want to go?” she whispered.
She gave a little shrug. “Wherever you want to go.”
They looked at each other in an awkward silence for a while, until some perverse part of Min dragged a breathless snicker from her lips. Before she knew it she was laughing. She covered her mouth with her hand to try and smother the sound.
Elayne gaped at her at first, but she was soon giggling into her palm too.
“Can you believe the things that Domani said about you?” tittered Elayne, once the laughing fit had run its course.
“Um. I was shocked she would think you were interested in me that way,” Min responded, not meeting her eyes.
“I...” Footsteps sounded in the corridor, coming from the guest rooms and heading their way. Elayne tugged at Min’s sleeve and they set off towards the Novice Quarters.
“I could not believe what I saw,” Elayne whispered. She sent furtive glances at every door and hallway they passed, as though expecting her mother to leap out and lambast her for even speaking of it. “What was that Ilyena doing? And why?”
Min had to stare. “Uh, wasn’t that obvious? I mean, not that I’ve ever done anything like that, but I can imagine—” she cut off, blushing again. “That is, haven’t you ...” Her mouth hung open but no more words would come out. How could she ask the Daughter-Heir of Andor if she had ever played with herself at night?
“Haven’t I what?” Elayne asked, but then she raised her hand imperiously, calling for silence.
The Novice Quarters always seemed a little empty to Min, it had been built to house a great many more students than the Tower had these days. But there were still several white-clad young women wandering the halls or leaning on the high balustrades when they arrived. Elayne eyed them for a moment, then hastened towards the room that Sheriam had assigned her.
She darted inside and let out a relieved sigh, as though she had escaped some imaginary pursuer. Min hesitated at the door. She had visited Elayne’s room before, many times, but somehow it seemed a foreign place that evening.
Elayne saw her hesitation. “Do come in, Min. You are most welcome,” she said with her usual politeness. But then her tongue darted out to wet her lips and her voice become more nervous. “That is, if you’d like. If you’d rather leave, you—”
Min stepped forward into Elayne’s bedchamber and shut the door firmly behind her. As though a dam had been broke and a river set loose onto a new course, a familiar tingle started to spread through her lower body.
The room was small and windowless. White plaster coated the walls and a plain chest, a small table with a three-legged stool, a washstand and mirror, and a single narrow bed were the only furnishings. It seemed a cell to Min, far too small and spare for a girl like Elayne.
But it was also a private, sheltering space. And the silence between the two girls was no longer uncomfortable.
Min blew out a sigh. “What a day.”
“I must say, everything was going quite normally for me. Until that incident in the library. I still don’t quite understand ...”
“Didn’t your mother ... or a nurse, perhaps, ever teach you about, uh, sex?” Min asked, shooting her friend and apologetic grin even as she said it.
Elayne’s back stiffened. “I know what sex is. It is how children are made. I just ... Well, I am not overly familiar with the details. And I wasn’t expecting two women to ... I mean, surely they cannot have children that way?”
That there was even the hint of a question in her voice set Min’s head to shaking. Whatever nurse had been charged with educating Elayne on this matter had not done a good job, not at all. As fussy as her aunts could be, they had been perfectly blunt with Min when that time came.
“No, no children. But they can still make each other feel good. Like when you ... you know?” She hesitated again and bit her lip. She suspected she knew the answer already. “Don’t you?”
“Don’t I what?” asked Elayne, with perfect, trusting innocence.
Min smiled, feeling her cheeks warm again. “Well, touch yourself. When you’re alone, and feeling frustrated and, ah, lusty. Touch yourself down there, I mean.”
Elayne’s brows rose and she pursed her rosebud mouth. “Oh.”
“You never have, have you? Not even once,” she said wonderingly, and Elayne blushed in embarrassment. “You’re adorable.”
“Well, thank you. But why do I feel lacking all of a sudden? Is this a thing most people do? Have you done it?”
Nervousness broadened Min’s smile. She developed a sudden interest in the white ceiling of the room. “I might have. A time or twenty. I’m not saying.”
Truthfully, it wouldn’t even be the first time she’d found herself thinking about another woman while aroused. She had been shocked when Juilaine had tried it on with her, shocked and more than a little frightened. The woman had been an Aes Sedai after all. When those stableboys got too handsy she had been able to fight them off with a knee in one boy’s crotch and an elbow in the other’s mouth, but what could she do against an Aes Sedai? As it happened her fears had been exaggerated. A simple “please stop” had been all it took. In the years since, she had sometimes felt guilty about her reaction; she had, in her nervousness, treated Juilaine as if the woman was about to assault her. She had also, in the dark of night, when she was alone with a pillow to hug and a wandering hand, sometimes wondered what it would have been like if Juilaine hadn’t grimaced in embarrassment and pulled her hand out of Min’s trousers; what it would have felt like if she had held her silence, and let the woman push her back onto the bed, and have her way with her.
“You have so done it,” accused Elayne, watching her intently.
She laughed. “Only by myself. Never like Daniele and Ilyena.”
Elayne stared at her with those big, blue eyes. Her blush showed easily on her fair skin and somehow brought out the gold in her hair. She was altogether beautiful. And she spoke to Min with a voice like a summer breeze. “Would you show me?”
Such a question! Light! This wasn’t what I expected when I saw myself in her future. There was only really one answer Min could give. That it was the only one she wanted to give was a rare blessing.
“I’d be happy to,” she said huskily.
She stepped close to Elayne and took her hands in hers, laughing nervously. The Daughter-Heir was several years younger than she, but still taller. She had to go on tiptoe to brush their lips together. So soft. Impossibly soft.
It was a brief, experimental kiss. Elayne let out a delightful giggle when they parted. “I feel tingles all over,” she whispered.
“Me too,” Min said with a fond smile, knowing it was her first kiss.
She held Elayne’s hands up between them. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Friends or pillow-friends, I’ll always care for you,” she said kindly. “I could go if you like.” Elayne’s grip tightened. “You said you were tired ...”
She shook her red-gold curls, bright-eyed and excited. “I was. But no longer. Not even a little bit.” This time it was her who leant in for the kiss, soft and probing. Min closed her eyes and let the thrill of it wash over her.
Soon their lips parted again and they walked together to the lone bed, laughing softly.
They sat on the hard mattress, wrapped their arms around each other’s shoulders and kissed some more, with slowly-building passion.
Is this what my viewing meant about sharing? It might not be nearly as bad as she had feared.
Her body seemed to know what to do, even when Min herself was uncertain. She brushed her hands through Elayne’s hair, trailed her fingers down her soft cheek, pressed towards her more firmly until their breasts touched through the fabric of their clothes.
When her tongue quested timidly out to seek its mate, Elayne pulled back slightly, surprise in her eyes.
Min stared at her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. “Light,” she whispered, “that was ...”
Elayne flashed her dimples. “It certainly was,” she breathed.
Min swallowed, fingers playing with the buttons on her shirt. “Should I ... take this off?”
A moment’s pause, then. “If you like. Actually, yes. I think I would like to see you, if you don’t mind.” Elayne bit her lip. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths and Min found herself wanting to see her too.
She undid her buttons with trembling fingers. “You might be disappointed. I’m nowhere near as beautiful as you.”
“Nonsense,” Elayne said firmly. “You are lovely, Min. Your eyes alone could break anyone’s heart. So big, so dark, so full of life.”
She found herself grinning as she undid the last of her buttons. She sat up straight and pushed her shirt back, letting it fall to the bed behind her and baring her breasts to her friend’s eyes.
They weren’t the biggest, she knew, but they were of a respectable size; naturally tan like the rest of her and tipped with large, brownish nipples. Despite Elayne’s kind words, she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as she exposed herself and awaited judgement.
Elayne looked flatteringly entranced as she leaned towards her. One graceful hand reached out to cup Min’s breast and give it the lightest of squeezes. Even that was enough to send a thrill of pleasure through her body and stiffen her nipple against her friend’s palm.
“You are beautiful, Min,” she murmured. Her lips on Min’s were less timid now, and there was a hunger growing in her kisses to match Min’s own.
She took Elayne’s breast in her hand, winning a light yelp from the Daughter-Heir, and began to knead it gently through the fabric of her novice dress.
Elayne broke their kiss and stood. She stood and reached down to grab the hem of her dress and yanked it up over her head, swiftly and artlessly. Red-cheeked, she sat right back down again and went back to exploring Min’s lips, giving her barely enough time to take in the sight of her pale, round breasts, tipped in light pink. They had looked only a little bigger than Min’s, and so very kissable. Her hands sought them out again, and kneaded them more firmly this time.
Elayne moaned against Min’s lips, then sucked in a breath and pulled her face back as though shocked by the sound she had made.
“Now that was a lovely thing to hear,” Min murmured, smiling brightly at her.
“You made me do it,” Elayne said in breathless accusation.
Min’s smile deepened. “Good.” She chased her princess’s lips across the bed and bore her down, stroking her breast all the while.
She lay beside Elayne on the narrow bed, kissing her deeply, one arm around her shoulder and a hand tangled in her hair, the other massaging her silky soft flesh. She could feel the nipple become harder under her ministrations and wondered what other signs of arousal she might find if she dared to venture farther down the Daughter-Heir’s body.
Elayne wrapped her arms around Min, and her sweet moans came freely now.
“You asked me to show you what it was like,” Min said huskily. “To touch yourself. Would you still like me to?”
“Is that not dirty? I wouldn’t want you to do anything you thought dirty,” Elayne gasped.
“It isn’t,” she insisted. “But I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“Alright,” Elayne breathed, staring earnestly up at her. “But we have to share. It is only fair that I touch you as well.”
“Oh, you impossibly wonderful thing you.” Min kissed her again, hard and deep. This time, when her tongue snuck out to explore Elayne’s mouth, the girl met and matched her.
Novices in the Tower were all given the same kind of clothes to wear, plainly cut and all in white. Elayne still wore her white leather shoes, her knee-length white stockings and a pair of plain white shorts with buttons of white ash.
Min did not feel nervous any more. Her heart was racing, and her breath came hard, but it was not from nervousness. It wasn’t nerves that made her hand shake as she undid the buttons on Elayne’s underwear either. I think I might love this girl. It was a heady thing, that realisation. She felt like she was falling, even though she was laying down.
She slid her hand down the front of Elayne’s underwear, brushing through the stiff curls and bringing a loud gasp from their owner’s lips. Her legs inched apart, ever so slightly. It was enough for Min to touch a single, testing finger to her lower lips. She found them warm, and wet, oh so wet, so thrillingly, gratifyingly, welcomingly wet.
She grinned down at Elayne as they explored her body together, softly and slowly. Min touched where she liked to be touched, stroked where she liked to stroke and soon probed where she sometimes probed. She hoped Elayne would like it as much as she did, and from the moans she loosed and the hand that clutched at her forearm, not to pull it away but to hold it in place, she suspected she did.
Elayne’s eyes were squeezed shut and she squirmed helplessly on the bed. Her nipples were very stiff now, a darker pink thrusting proudly up from her beautiful breasts. Down below, her secret nub emerged; Min brushed it with her thumb as she slid a single finger in and out of the girl’s hot, tight hole.
“Oh Light. Min. It feels so good,” cried Elayne as she tossed her gloriously bright curls against the white sheets.
Min drank in the sight of her, lost in the throes of pleasure. It was the finest thing she had ever seen in her life. The White Tower, the Great Library, grim, solitary Dragonmount; they were nothing compared to this. She lowered her head, took one of Elayne’s stiff nipples into her mouth, and sucked on it adoringly.
Elayne thrashed on the bed and let out a high-pitched scream. Her back arched, pressing her breast against Min’s face and her nails dug into her forearm painfully. She held her pose for a long while, then collapsed bonelessly to the bed.
She lay flushed and sweaty in Min’s arms. With each panted breath came a soft little moan as the surging pleasure of the first orgasm of her young life coursed through her body.
“You are so beautiful, Elayne,” she whispered.
Slender arms reached out to embrace her, and pulled her close. “Thank you. Thank you ... for everything.”
Min still had her hand down Elayne’s shorts. She kept it there, cupping her pulsing warmth against her palm as she rested her head on her lover’s—her pillow-friend’s—shoulder.
They lay together for a time, sharing their warmth and basking in the aftermath of Elayne’s orgasm. When her breathing had settled, Elayne planted a little kiss on Min’s brow, then wriggled her way down the bed, seeking and finding her lips, kissing them softly.
“Are you, what was it? Feeling frustrated and lusty, Min?” she asked with wide-eyed innocence.
Burn me! She just straight up asks! “I did get a little excited, watching you,” she said. That was an understatement. Min was surprised her smallclothes weren’t trying to swim for shore.
“Should I touch you with my finger now?” Elayne whispered. “How did you do that, exactly?”
“Well, I don’t want to describe it,” Min said with an embarrassed laugh. “You just ... do what comes naturally.”
“Oh.” Elayne bit her lip. “Well, what if I, naturally, wanted to try what those other girls were doing?”
Min blinked at her. “You ... you don’t have to. I haven’t even had a bath today.”
“I am sure it will be fine. I would like to make you feel what I just felt.” Elayne pushed herself up on one elbow. Min’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to her breasts.
She didn’t fail to notice the look, and whatever she saw on Min’s face brought her dimpled smile back in force. She clambered energetically from the bed, took Min’s hands in hers and hauled her into a sitting position.
“You will have to take off your breeches,” she said brightly.
Min laughed. “But you haven’t even brought me flowers.”
“Flowers? I could get some from the garden ...”
“Never mind me. One of these days I’m going to have to learn to take things seriously,” Min said with a wry smile. She bent forward to take off her boots, conscious of the way her breasts pressed against her knees, and of Elayne’s gaze.
Depositing the boots at the foot of Elayne’s bed, she stood and undid the waist of her breeches. In the tight quarters of the novice’s chamber she had to turn to the side so she could bend over and shed the last of her clothes. When she stood to her full height once more, she was as naked as the day she was born.
Elayne had watched her intently all the while. “You are beautiful, Min. And you have such a pretty bottom; so curvy! I had the mad urge to bite it just now; I was quite beside myself.”
She blushed and grinned both. “Flatterer! You’re making me blush.”
“Good. I hope to do more of that,” Elayne tapped a finger to her lips and considered Min’s naked form. “Now. How were they doing it again ...”
She gave Min a light push to sit her back down on the bed, then knelt before her and put her hands upon the other girl’s knees. Gently she parted Min’s thighs, exposing her darkly glistening sex.
Elayne pursed her lips as she arranged her hands under Min’s legs and around her waist. Plainly she was trying to mimic the couple, the other couple, they had so shockingly disturbed earlier.
Min didn’t try to correct her, or ask her to do anything in particular. Whatever she did would be completely Elayne and that was more than enough for her. But the anticipation had grown so maddening that she feared she would burst as soon as Elayne touched her; and that slow, careful positioning only made her frustration—and, yes, lustiness!—worse.
Once she had them arranged to her satisfaction, Elayne bent low until her face was inches from Min’s private parts. She sniffed loudly, then smiled up at her. “You smell nice.”
She blushed even hotter this time, and Elayne’s smile grew.
The Daughter-Heir pursed her lips and leaned forward. She gave Min’s sex the slightest of kisses and even that was enough to force a moan from her lips.
Elayne grinned. Emboldened by the noise, she bent to the task with a new ardour.
Every timid, experimental touch of Elayne’s tongue on her loins was sweet torture for Min. Knowing Elayne liked the noises she drew from her lips, she made no effort to conceal her pleasure, her wanton moans sounding loud in the small room. She had to fight the urge to tangle her hands in Elayne’s beautiful red-gold curls and demand more; instead she tangled them in the sheets and stared down beseeching at the girl between her thighs. Elayne’s big blue eyes stared back up at her lovingly over the stiff black hairs that crowned Min’s sex.
It was coming. It was right there, like a storm on the horizon. She wanted desperately to tell Elayne to move her tongue just a little higher, just a little, but she refused to say it, refused to tell her to be or do anything.
In the end she didn’t have to, Elayne found it on her own. One brush of her sweet little tongue against that most sensitive spot was all it took to bring the storm crashing down on them. “Elayne!” Min cried loudly, throwing her head back. Her hands betrayed her and tangled themselves in her lover’s hair, pressing her beautiful face against her sopping-wet slit as she came harder than she ever had before.
She fell back on the bed, groaning in pleasure. And when it proved too narrow to contain her she slid forwards until she almost fell off, her muscles suddenly too weak to support her.
Soft laughter from Elayne, soft hands on her body, pushing her up, bundling her onto the bed. She was too lost in pleasure to pay them much heed. “Elayne,” she whispered again.
Shoes clattered to the floor. There came the whisper of stockings being shed. And a warm, smooth body pressed up against her back on a bed barely big enough for one. Slender arms wrapped around her. Min reached for and found Elayne’s hand, and clutched it between hers.
“Elayne,” she whispered. “I think I love you.”
The girl’s grip tightened. Her breath tickled Min’s ear, her softly spoken words touched her heart. “I think I love you too, Min.”
Min had always found it hard to accept the inevitability of fate, despite being better positioned than anyone to know just how little say mere mortals had in what the Wheel decreed for them; perhaps because of it even. But sometimes she had to pause and wonder if destiny was really so terrible a thing. As she drifted off to sleep in that narrow bed, with the woman she was destined to share everything in her life with, she couldn’t help but allow that sometimes—only sometimes!—destiny was actually quite wonderful.
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