Note this story follows Cold Camp Hand Job and takes place in the Wheele of Time universe. The Eye of the World, Chapter 43: Decisions and Apparitions (Adar 23 N.E. 998) This story takes place at the end of the chapter.

Caemlyn at the Queens Blessing Inn

Perrin was the odd man out, which made him lucky in that he had his own small room on the top floor of the Inn.

He was freshly bathed and ate heartily in the common room; a sampling of meats, bread, and potatoes washed down with a good ale. Moiraines’ gold coin providing a bounty of food for the weary travelers even in tough times. The girls providing the hot bathing water had done their best on his clothes but in the end, he got a new cotton shirt, socks, and pair of underdrawers. His coat and pants mended best they could and cleaned.

Rand and Matt had looked upon his battered body in the baths. He did not explain beyond that being captured by White Cloaks was something to be avoided.

His possessions were still meager with him down to just his big half-moon axe and the clothes on his back. His belt purse still held his piece of silver and a few coppers.

He lay in his room on top of his bed in his pants on and his boots off, contemplating sleep. His new shirt and mended coat hung on pegs with his cloak. His ax and belt on the floor next to his bed. A small oil lamp gave the room a flickering light.

He was thinking about her when he heard the soft knock on the door.

Perrin opened the latch, and she was through into the room and in his arms. Egwene. They had not had a moment alone since being rescued from the White Cloaks. No time to talk, to cuddle, to give each other pleasure.

She was dressed in the same plain traveling dress he knew so well. As he held her his chin resting on her dark curls she was crying quietly. He held her tighter. He thought if Lan did this for Moiraine.

As her waterworks subsided, he pulled her to his bed against the wall where they sat together holding hands.

Was it two weeks or three since they fled from the cursed city of Shadar Logoth? He didn’t know. Since that first night, there had been few where they did not distribute her blanket roll, laying under her cloak, touching, kissing, and fondling each other before sleep.

The few nights with the Tinkers they slept in wagon beds, but at the end she came to him for comfort, shedding tears. After their ordeal with the White Cloaks, there had been no time to be close to talk about all they had been through. On the way here they rode together and slept near each other but never under her cloak again. Nynaeve had looked at them more than once but did not speak her suspicions, just treating their physical injuries.

Perrin pulled Egwene down on the bed with him. A hand went to her breast as he did so, pushing her onto her back. Before he could kiss her, one of her small hands pressed against his naked chest to hold him back from rolling onto her. He lay on his side watching her while resting a hand on her chest.

“I want to talk for a moment,” she said. “Then take me.” Egwene held his hand on her breast.

In the light shed by the single lamp on the table next to the bed he could see in her big dark brown eyes and knew she was serious.

He was not all that good at talking with women. They had not talked much about feelings and what was happening between them. It just was the wheel wove what the wheel wove or something like that, Moiraine would say.

“Go ahead, I’m listening.” He said rolling onto his back next to her.

She looked at him for a long moment the light from the lamp behind him casting shadows on her gorgeous face.

“I have set my course for the White Tower and training to become an Aes Sedai. According to Moiraine it is also a place few men are allowed to enter.” As she spoke her hand moved from his chest to the waist of his paints. “We are bound Perrin, I want to seal our shared path even if it may part sooner than we would like.” She let those words hang in the air as she unbuttoned the top of his pants.

Perrin did not know what to say. Had she had a dream? He wanted Egwene more than anything at this moment.

“Egwene. If you were to become an Aes Sedai I would wish to be your Warder. To be bound to you.” He was working his left hand under her blouse, pulling it from her skirt. She did not stop him.

“Then we are agreed, tonight we bind ourselves in our own way. Before we start the next journey,” she said a little dramatically as she watched his hand snake under her top. Then she stopped him and sat up.

Perrin dropped his hand as Egwene undressed. First, he helped pull her blouse over her head. She had on a tight white undershirt, tightly holding her large breasts. Perrin lifted that over her head allowing her heavy round breasts to bounce free.

“Help me with my skirt and get those pants off! We don’t have all night, Lan told me that we need to be up and gone before the first light,” she said.

Perrin was off the small bed in a flash. While she untied the cord, and he pulled the new pair of low-cut boots from her feet and then turned his attention to the heavy skirt.  He left the new white calf-high stockings alone. 

He dropped his pants then pushed his new cotton drawers to the floor while admiring her body in the glow of the lamplight. She was a short, slender figure, with strong legs, a narrow waist, round mounds of flesh on her chest that were pale white in the light. She smiled back at him, her dark curls covering the pillow and her hands down at her sides. At the junction of her legs, the now familiar patch of dark hair beckoned him. More trimmed and neater looking than the last time he saw her pubes, he noticed.

He knew she was examining his tall, heavy built body. A body she knew intimately now. He was still bruised but his thick cock was rising to the challenge before him. By his reckoning, they had three or four hours and he had no plan to sleep just yet if at all.

“What are you doing?” she said quietly as Perrin pulled her legs toward the foot of the bed.

“I have sisters you know,” he said, letting the rest of the opinion go unfinished as he knelt between her legs and held her legs wide.

Kneeling before her hairy slit with his hands on her thighs, he wasted little time. A few kisses on the insides of her legs, near the patch of trim hair. His fingers had explored inside her on a few of the dark nights they were under the cloak. But never with his mouth. 

As they cuddled as they traveled, she indicated in not so many words she was not a virgin but not widely experienced. He had left it there, guessing who her ‘sex friend’ had been and it was not Rand or another village boy.

Egwene was pulling on Perrin’s head, holding his face between her legs. His tongue was through her public hair and in her folds where he stayed drinking and teasing her wetness.

Soon he had to fight for breath between her strong legs. She became wet fast as his tongue and finger explored her lips and canal.

“Please Perrin, please,” she let go his head, moaning quietly, hips levitating off the bed slightly.

Looking up past her flat belly at the mounds of her breasts, he watched as she pinched and twisted her nipples.

He picked her up by her hips and pushed her back up the bed before he climbed over her.

Her big eyes watched him as he pressed the tip of his hard thick dick to her hairy slit. Her legs splayed wide open for him. She was tight and wet as he pressed his thick dick inside his friend. From his position over her, he reached down for a handful of breast. While he was not experienced in the art of love but he knew the basics from those cold winter nights on the farm.

Perrin set an easy pace, stopping to adjust her hips as needed, talking to her quietly, rubbing her chest and belly. As he got close to shooting his seed he lay over her, holding himself above her, his arm by her shoulders. They kissed as he came inside her, holding his hips to hers. But keeping his large body off her to not crush her.

She let out a moan, eyes closed and one fist reaching for his bruised chest. With one hand he held her hand tightly to his chest as she moaned. Suddenly her eyes opened and she smiled.”Ohh Perrin, we are bound now. I to you and you to me for as long as the Wheel wills it.” She breathed out. “Summon me and I will come for you. I will watch for you in my dreams and keep your secret safe.”

There was something sincere about an oath-taking during sex. He gave his oath to her.

“Egwene al’Vere, you are my first love. My first partner. Gladly I am bound to your body. I am your shield and your strong arm. Summon me and I will come to you, no matter the distance. This I swear,” he finished and bent his head to her wet lips.

They kissed deep and long. Then he took her in his strong arms. The room was warm they did not bother with a blanket to cover their nakedness.

They did not sleep much. Sharing intimate family stories and mounting each other again. Both perhaps fearing they might not have the chance again to fuck or distribute as the Wheel weaves their paths.

Later after she had mounted him and rode him at a steady pace as he sucked on her breasts and he came inside her again, she told him about her first.

“One night once my breasts had grown much bigger and I had a light tuft of hair between my legs, my Mother told me it was finally my turn to take Da’s seed inside me. It was a cold, cold winter, shorter than last year’s but really cold, we all had been in bed under covers with the wood fire built high, it felt like for weeks. No guests at the Inn overnight. Just local village friends who came and went for a glass of wine or brandy with a hot meal in the great room. So lots of family time in my parent’s bedroom.”

Perrin was running a hand over her magnificent breasts as she spoke, tracing a pattern in her sweat around her wide nipples and between her tits.

“By then, two of my sisters had married and were gone. Leaving just the three of us girls and Ma. I had watched my other sisters over the previous winters taking their turns when it was safe to do more than just using a hand or mouth on Da’s dick. It was safe for me my mother said, she had tracked my blood cycle for months. Da was a gentle lover and playful with us girls. He laid me back as my sister Elisa held me in her lap. My sister Loise had done like you, licking my pussy until I became wet as Elisa played with my sensitive breasts, I remember. Da just got between my knees, my legs held open by Mother and Loise. I can’t say he hurt me as he went in as by then my pussy was no stranger to fingers. He stayed on top of me as he fucked me. As per our family practice, we wasted no seed, so he came in me. We did not kiss that was always just for Mother and Da. Elisa had insisted on cleaning Father and went and took him in her mouth after letting me down to the bed. That is how it often was during the cold winter months including this last one.”

“Sounds nice, you should write some of those stories down,” he said meaning it.

“What about you, your first? You were apprenticed young.” She asked laying on her back as Perrin fondled her breasts, rolling them in his palms and toying with her nipples.

“Maybe with a boy it is different. After my first season with Master Luhhan he took a wagon with us boys and dropped us off at our homes as the work had dried up and growing boys ate a lot. Told us to return in the Spring. I think it was on my return home, one of the first really cold nights that I lay with my two sisters, Ma and Da in the family bed. I still do not know which of my two sisters as it was dark under the covers but she made me hard and mounted me. A lot happened during the cold nights, good things.”

“Sometimes Father would invite an aunt or uncle and my cousins to stay over after feast night. Another bed was laid out in the room next to the fire. My Uncle had a particular liking for my oldest sister while my aunt loved to pull me into her great bosom. That is how things were at the farm in the last few winters, until now.” He missed them fiercely, but not the cold.

“That’s nice Perrin, you surely learned from your sisters, I must thank them someday,” she said in a sleepy voice.

Despite their best efforts they must have dozed off. Perrin felt a hand shaking his foot. He opened his eyes and reached for the half-moon axe now shoved under the bed.

But he stopped when he recognized Lan in the low flame of the lamp, standing at the foot of the bed, already dressed in his cloak for travel.

Lan moved to the head of the bed before speaking quietly, “It’s time to leave.” He turned up the low flame of the lantern for them, though his excellent night vision did not need the light.

The golden glow of the light washed over the naked young bodies of Egwene and Perrin. Egwene laying partially on her side next to Perrin.

Lan did not leave, just leaning back against the small table that held the washbasin and a pitcher of water.

Perrin kept his eyes on Lan as he nudged Egwene awake. “What, again?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“Lan is here, it is time to go,” Perrin said quietly.

Awake, Egwene pushed herself up on an elbow but made no effort to cover her nakedness. Her breasts were on full display for Lan.

“Get dressed, now,” Lan said quietly but firmly from the other side of the small room where he leaned with arms crossed.

Perrin swung his feet off the bed to the floor as his lover scooted off the end of the bed and stood facing Lan. The light from the lamp lit her nakedness. She stood arms at her side as if daring Lan to look at her nude body.

In response, Lan stepped forward and handed each of them a small damp towel.

Egwene’s clothes were in a pile on the floor near her feet. She took the towel while her eyes never left the figure on the other side of the room. She ran the cloth under her arms and slowly over her large breasts.

Perrin was mesmerized by the wanton display she was putting on for the Warder. Lastly, Egwene pushed the wet cloth between her legs to clean herself before tossing it in the direction of the washbasin. He watched as she stepped up to him taking his wet cloth from his hand.

Egwene repeated the process on him, running the wet cloth over his chest then down to his groin gently washing his dick and balls.

She looked at Lan as she took Perrin’s thick cock with the hand that held the wet cloth, wiping him clean. Tossing the dirty cloth at the washbasin. They each began to dress, helping each other with a button or buckle.

Lan had not moved but continued to lean against the wall with arms crossed and his eyes lost in the darkness while the two of them quickly dressed.

“Your bedrolls and saddlebags are downstairs. The supplies have been shared out amongst everyone.”

After a moment as the two finished dressing Lan spoke, “Egwene, I approve,” he said as he moved to the door.

“You approve?” she said in a biting voice.

“Yes. Perrin is a good, man. He may not be a Warder to you yet as you are untrained, but he has shown himself worthy and cares for you.”

Perrin could have sworn he saw her blush in the near darkness at the compliment.

As they moved to the bedroom door a question came to Perrin, “Lan do you do this with Moiraine, take care of her like this?”

They both stopped at the door, waiting for Lan.

“Perrin, perhaps we could swap, Moiraine for Egwene for an evening ‘under the cloak’ as you have called it, then you will know how it is to be bonded to such a woman.” He paused, “I do think Moiraine would enjoy you Perrin, she likes young men.”

Before Perrin could speak, Egwene spoke “I would like that,” she said as she pulled open the door into the hallway and led them downstairs to join the others.

Perrin wondered, how did Lan know about ‘under the cloaks’? Perrin’s slow brain was wondering as they were led outside to the stables and their mounts, his half-moon blade heavy on his hip.

To be continued…

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