Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2004 09:08:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tara North <tremalkinger@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Tower Saga - Part 6

(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.