Note: This story is set in the world of The Wheel of Time, created by Robert Jordan. Only the main two characters are from the actual story but I have tried to write, as close as possible, to the way they would have spoken in the series. You do not need to have any prior knowledge of the series in order to enjoy it, but the details will make more sense if you do.
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The Cavalryman's Lance was not your run-of-the-mill inn. It was not a place where the local farm folk came for a drink after the day's labor was done. There were plenty of establishments that served that kind of patron, but not this one. The Lance was known for its high-priced rooms and meals, and only the finest wines or brandies. Those who came here were either nobly born or well-to-do merchants.
The common room was beset with two large marble-mantled fireplaces and finely carved oak tables and chairs. No long, rough, wooden tables with benches were to be found here. Only settings for two and, at most, four were available. Some strange and beautiful wood from beyond the Spine of the World covered the floor. The Cavalryman's Lance was a unique and welcomed rest for the weary sojourner who had more than a little coin in their pouch.
Jaryd Abella, the innkeeper, was not your average proprietor either. Like most men in his profession, he was a bit on the heavy side, but he was as smooth and cultured as his patrons. Never would you find a spot of dust or an errant grease stain on his long apron. He had servants to keep the place clean, and they were well-paid, at that. He also knew the tastes of his lodgers were sometimes a bit on the...exotic...side, and he made sure his staff were willing to take on occasional "extra duties".
Master Abella knew all about what happened in his guests rooms - he helped facilitate most of them. Fortunately, he was usually invited to participate, at least in some way. The innkeeper, himself, was quite partial to a night filled with bodies entangled and passions set free, no matter whom they belonged to.
At the moment, maybe a dozen or so patrons were sitting down for a late afternoon repast. The summer heat outside was stifling but the thick, panelled walls and rich velvet curtains over the windows kept the warmth at bay. Ornate brackets holding lamps of fine blown glass gave the common room a soft, moody feel. Hushed conversations lending to a feeling of intimacy.
Above this scene, Min and Rand lay breathing heavily on a bed big enough for an Ogier. Min's ringlets hung about her face in disarray and sweat shone all over Rand's hard body. They were not married, as was proper, according to Two Rivers' custom, but that did not matter in this place. They did not care overly much either. Ever since they had "comforted" each other after the death of Harod Fell, they knew they loved each other, and that was enough for them.
Min made Rand feel so comfortable that it just seemed natural to make love with her. There was none of the awkwardness he normally felt around other women. Even Elayne and Aviendha made his head spin in ways he could not understand. True, he had lain with Aviendha once before and, although he loved her madly, it had not smoothed the strained relationship they had.
At this moment, they were comfortable. And the time they spent in bed was incredible. They were both creative lovers who enjoyed nothing more than to please one another. Being in an inn like this, one that prized discretion and encouraged people to go with what felt good, was having an effect on both of them. Being the Dragon Reborn had its perks, such as being able to afford such a wonderful room was one, but it also had its downfalls. He was needed everywhere and the strain of trying to unite the world was exhausting on the best of days. The ability to spend a day in luxury with the woman he loved was always welcome.
Min was not a terribly experienced lover. Truthfully, Rand was the first person she had ever really made love to. Sure, she had kissed a few boys back home, but nothing compared to what she did with Rand. One thing she did know how to do was use her mouth to bring pleasure to men.
After working at several jobs, Min discovered that she did not have what it took to be a seamstress' apprentice or a shop assistant. She had always loved horses and being outside. That was where she wanted to be. With that, she had taken a position as a groom in a stable at the Stag and Lion. Although it was tough work, she enjoyed it. She was allowed to be around horses and wear the boys clothes her aunts disdained so much. She was, however, something of an anomaly among the stable hands...she was a girl.
Another thing she found that she liked was playing with the young men (and some of the older ones too) in the hayloft. They soon discovered she would not go all the way, but what she did offer was not worth missing. If she could not be found with the horses, everyone knew where she was; her lips and tongue wrapped an eager cock.
When she and Rand had gotten together, those skills came to good use. He was a sheep farmer with no experience when it came to being intimate. The girl he had been promised to since near to being born was a wonderful person, and someone Min considered a friend. However, they were never physical. He had only had one experience before they met and he was delighted at what she could do.
It seemed that other body parts were proportional to Rand's height, but she could take all of him. In her time at the stableyard, Min found that it gave her a certain thrill to take a man into her throat as far as she was able. Most of them were not overly long, but a few were wide enough to be a challenge. Over time, however, she found that she could take them all. Rand, on the other hand, was a feat above all others. He was a little over a hand long and thicker than anyone she had taken yet.
Even considering his size, it was one of her greatest pleasures to let him have his way with her mouth and treat it as though it was her sex. Hard and rough was just fine with her. Not just with her mouth, but anywhere he put it. Nothing was off limits to him. She loved him too much to tell him no. But the truth was, she didn't want to tell him no. She loved it all.
But with as much satisfaction as he gave her, Min was missing the freedom she had in previous years to touch and feel and pleasure all kinds of different men. But she was going to be with Rand forever. Would he let her dabble on the side? What if he joined in? Maybe that would be ok. She was beginning to come up with a plan.
Min was able to 'see' things. "Reading the Pattern," was what the Aes Sedai called it. It wasn't a thing of the Power, but she saw auras or images above people's head sometimes. It didn't happen often, but when it did, and she knew what it meant...it happened. Always. And one of the auras she knew for certain concerned herself and Rand...and two other women. She was fated to share the man she loved with two other women: Elayne- the daughter-heir of Andor, and Aviendha- a Wise One from among the Aiel. Min knew Elyane well; she loved her as a sister, but she did not know Aviendha well at all. She only hoped they could get along as well as her and Elayne did.
Min wasn't sure how the arrangement would work out. How did three women share the same man? It was not a thing she had ever contemplated before, but she had no choice. The Pattern demanded it and there was nothing she could do about it. Would they take turns with him? Would they share him together? Min was torn. On one hand, she had a jealous streak and wanted time alone with Rand. On the other, she was curious about what it would be like to be part of a foursome. She had never lain with a woman but the thought was not abhorrent to her in the least.
"Rand, how do you think it will work between all four of us?"
"What do you mean?" Rand asked.
"Well, when Elayne, Aviendha, and I have you to ourselves, how is that going to work? When I want to make love to you, do I have to ask their permission or do they always have to be there, or..." Min trailed off.
"I don't really know. You three came up with this hair-brained idea in the first place. I have no clue as to what you were thinking," Rand replied.
"It wasn't my idea," Min said. "It's part of the pattern. It was going to happen whether we wanted it to or not."
"Be that as it may, I still don't know. I guess we will have to see when it comes time."
"It doesn't really seem fair, does it?" Min asked.
"What doesn't seem fair?"
"You get to have three women doting on you, doing whatever you want. You have three women ready to come when you crook a finger. What man wouldn't be jealous of another man who had three women to make love to him whenever he likes?"
