(The usual disclaimer: This story contains details of explicit sexual acts between females and females, and females and males. If you're under eighteen, or are turned off by explicit sexual contact, stop reading here. Otherwise, enjoy!
This is based in a world roughly taken from Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time novels. In an interview I read at www.wotmania.com, he said that he didn't mind if people wrote stories in his world, as long as they didn't use his characters. Keep in mind that I've altered many details to make the story more in line with what I really think would be and not be. Knowledge of The Wheel of Time is not necessary, but it might let you understand things that I don't take the time to explain.
I know that I can't make everyone happy... and I'm not even going to try. I get emails from people lamenting that I wrote such a beautiful g/g scene and now I'm delving into b/g... I apologize if its not your think. You won't like this chapter either ^_^ In fact you'll probably hate it, so maybe you should wait for the next one (which will be more g/g... I think). The story has a plot line already set out... and its not going to be changed, even by majority rule.
That being said... I still loved every email I got. Even the ones who wrote in to complain about me liking boys too. I can't really explain how valuable these emails are to me. Every one I get validates the fact that I'm sharing something with other people like me. So if you enjoyed my works, I wouldn't mind hearing from you, even if its just a single sentence.)
Category: b/g
Chapter 6:
And so passed my first night in the same bed as a man. My assigned room, unfortunately, was now on the interior of the Tower rather than an exterior wall which provided sunlight. Still, the Power-wrought torches which provided lighting for the rest of the building slowly came aglow, and I awoke as they sparked and ignited at sunrise. Darien lay next to me, his arm draped over my shoulder, and I ran my hands down his smooth chest again. I sighed lightly, enjoying his scent and his presence. He must have been tired from training... the novice Warders are put through rigorous routines of martial and weapons training from dawn until dusk. His breath fell softly on my cheek, and mischievous thoughts came upon me suddenly. I lightly kissed his lips, gauging the depth of his rest. Though his lips responded a bit to mine, he didn't stir with the contact. I pushed his shoulder, rolling him onto his back, and traced a line down the hollow of his chest. My head followed my hand, carrying the covers down his tanned body as they went, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing. He had shucked his pants, leaving himself clad in his smallclothes. The loose fitting garb didn't do much for modesty, but I had no mind to keep him clothed anyway. I undid the string at the top, letting the waistband out, and tugged from the bottom until they reached his knees. I examined my prize, my mind half scholarly and half girlish curiosity. I had a vague concept of male anatomical workings, so I wasn't surprised by him being smaller than I was used to from our previous experience in the tub. I took him into my mouth delicately, not wanting to wake him, and began to suck as I had before. He quickly responded to my efforts, growing rapidly in size within my mouth. I blinked but took it in stride, learning from this all. After his engorging to full length, I could only make it partway down his shaft now with my mouth now, so I encircled his shaft with thumb and forefinger and stroked as my lips continued their ministration. I continued my experimentations on my unknowing subject, enjoying myself all the while, when he awoke softly with a moan. I smiled, increasing my pace, rewarded with small sounds of enjoyment from him. He leaned up on his pillow, looking down upon my naked body sprawled upon the doublet giving him a glorious view, and fell back upon the bed top as his arms gave out their strength. After a time, he was quickly nearing the end of his line, and I could feel the surging inside him as I had before. His voice crescendoed, and knowing what was coming, I took him out of my mouth and kept my grip sliding on him with eyes closed. The first jet splashed warmly against my cheek, the next two falling shorter onto my lips and chin. I took him back into my mouth, continuing as I had before as his climax continued, tasting him. The sensation and taste were not terribly unpleasant, so after his throes had ceased, I swallowed and looked up at him with a coy grin and shining face. The look of unrepentant awe on Darien's face made the whole experience worth it. I smiled sweetly up at him from my unique vantage, wiping an errant drip from my lip with a finger, and crawled back up the bed to snuggle with him. I pushed my face against the far side of the pillow, cleaning it a bit, then turned back to him. His breath was still ragged from climax, and I lay upon his body with legs straddling him on either side, curled up with my head on his chest.
He clasped my back, rocking back and fourth for a small time, and spoke to me with voice slightly muffled from my locks of hair pooling on his chest. "I can't say that I've ever had such a good wake up call."
I spoke back, not deigning to lift my head. "Glad to know I'm better than a bucket of cold water before sunrise." I teased.
He exhaled slowly, letting his breath return to normal patterns. "Quite a bit better, actually." I lightly smacked his chest in mock annoyance. He let the silence linger for a near minute. "Do you think... when you are raised to Aes Sedai..." He trails off. "Well, never mind."
I had a good idea of his question. "I think you'd make a handsome Warder, Darien."
He looked so pleased by my compliment, like a child given a sweet. It felt so alien to me, this sensation of superiority. I was never terribly physically intimidating, and no one but girls years younger than me had ever held me in the regard he did. I supposed it was partly from the training. As I pondered, he spoke. "I'd be very pleased to serve you." he finally managed. Had he really thought I would turn him down, after all we had shared? Perhaps other Novices are crueler.
"Well... it's a long road to travel, both of ours. But hopefully you can keep visiting me."
He laughs. "I hope so too. Missing morning practice is tolerated only a few times, and only if you've been getting extra practice in the week before. Luckily I have been, so I won't get in trouble."
I rolled halfway off his lithe form, scooting up far enough to kiss him. We interlocked our lips for some time, letting our hands play down each other's bodies. My errant hand found him hard again, and I broke off the kiss to give him a smile. He gave a half smile in return, covering embarrassment. "Not satisfied yet?"
"No no... it was great. I just..." He doesn't end his sentence.
I had felt the familiar rumblings of desire in me, and now they enflamed. As much as I enjoyed giving pleasure to others, I also loved to get it back. My fingers traced over his shaft gently, stroking up lightly. His own fingers slid between my legs and inside me, a pair of them this time. He dove deep inside me, stroking upwards with a `come hither' motion, creating incredible sensations. I tried to think as the sensations went on... stopped my own ministrations as he turned me onto my back and knelt above me on all fours. I pulled him down towards me, locking my legs over his body. He shifted as he fell, moving up so that his member lay on my belly. I growled and pushed him downwards, closer towards coupling.
He looked at me worriedly. "That's... you don't mean to..."
I pouted. "Please?"
"It's for your own safety that we don't. I don't want to hurt you, Tara."
My hands, wrapped around his shoulders, pushed him down. I pushed my face close to his, kissing. "You won't, I'll be fine. I... I need you inside me."
Confessing it aloud, such a forbidden act, made my vision swim. His profession for selfless abstinence crumpled. I could feel the tip of him at my entrance, and I opened like a flower for him. He entered slowly, and as he slipped in I gasped and tensed up, pulling him close. He stroked my face, watching my expression. "Does it hurt?"
I was having enough trouble sorting out the sensations without having to verbalize them. It didn't hurt... there was no pain. But the sensation of being filled, of having something inside me like that, was so strange. I realized how clenched I was, and I took a breath. More kisses trailed down his shoulder, and I tried to relax. "Keep going." I said breathlessly.
He began act again, small movements that drove him deeper inside me with every thrust. I felt pain then, a sharp twinge followed by a soreness that spread throughout my loins... I didn't care though, consumed as I was in completing the act. There was pleasure too, and plenty of it. The commingling of the dichotomy of pain and pleasure stole my reason in a surge of passion, and the sensations merged into one, one that I needed more than anything. I responded to his thrusts with my hips, driving him deeper inside me. His mouth kissed at my temple and neck, bearing down over me as he was, and I raised my knees and clasped them over his back. As I rotated my hips upwards, his next thrust took me far deeper than the ones before, and my eyes which I hadn't even realized were closed flew open as white stars streaked my vision... a blast of pain and pleasure impossible to describe. I know I gasped out in startlement, but luckily Darien was too consumed to hear, for he would probably have stopped and ensured I was alright. I didn't want him to stop though... he was filling me up and I loved it. He came to a shuddering peak inside me, and as his motions stopped, so did the pleasure. I felt sore, like my lower torso had just been speared through, but yet I felt content. I might have been innocent, but I wasn't ignorant. A girls first time, even an Novice of the Tower, wasn't going to be mind blowing. And yet, Darien had given me so much already. He stirred, trying to talk but I couldn't understand his words. As he rolled off me, I drew my arms over my stomach and rocked back and fourth. It was a sweet pain, and slowly fading.
"I... are you sure that was okay?" His voice sounded vaguely distraught.
I growled at him softly. "Yes... Yes I'm sure it was okay. Stop asking."
His eyes flared up with hurt. "I was just..."
I collapsed back onto the bed. "I know you were. I'm not a fragile little porcelain doll that you need to ensure it doesn't have a crack every few minutes. I'll manage." I swallowed with some difficulty, then got up.
He glowered at me. "Well... I'm sorry that I hurt you."
I chuckled. "Don't be. It felt wonderful."
He glanced at me doubtfully. "You don't look like it felt wonderful."
"I'll be fine. Don't you know anything about girls?"
He nods. "I know. I'm just... what we did was against the Code."
I winked. "It will be fine. No one's going to find out." I dragged him back down into bed, pushing away the ebbing pain, and traced a finger down his lithe chest. "Thank you."
He shook his head with a small blush. "No... thank you. I... I promise it will be better next time."
I sighed at him, though there was a loving air to it. "You know... I never thought I would complain a guy takes chivalry too far." From his eyes, it was evident he didn't know how to respond. He laid back on the bed quietly. I felt a little bad, so I leaned over him and kiss him. "I didn't mean it like that, Darien. Its just... you don't have to worry about me so much. I appreciate it but I'll be fine. I promise."
He nodded solemnly. "I should get going."
The was a small spark of hurt inside me then. I realized that he was pushing the limits of the rules as it was, and that he was probably right... but to run off without any post coital cuddling... I sighed and smiled at him. "Bye." He finished dressing and waved, leaving. My smile dropped as the door rang out against the frame. "Bye." I repeated in the emptiness.