Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 06:38:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Tara North <tremalkinger@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Tower Saga Part II (Real)

(The usual disclaimer: This story contains details of explicit sexual acts
between females and females, and the series will eventually also include
females and males too.  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.  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.

Feel free to email me with questions, comments or suggestions about my
story and the upcoming chapters.  I hope to be a professional writer
someday, so I'd love to hear from you!)

Chapter 2 - It took us four more days to finally reach Tar Valon.  I spent
two of them sleeping most of the time.  The final two days were a little
better, and I slept only about half the day.  The Warders now carried us
through narrow paths, and most of the time I was alone except for Rena and
the two Warders who carried me.  I spent my time talking with Rena about
what was happening to me.  My legs were still weak, and they told me to
stay in the stretcher to let my body rest.  I don't know where they got
some proper looking clothes for Amanda, but she now wore a boy's britches
and a shirt.  They strangely didn't seem to reduce her beauty.  Her
beauty... I realized when I thought of Amanda it wasn't quite in the normal
way of competition, but rather evaluation.  I shook off the feeling.  Rena
explained about a lot of things, including what happened at the village.
Apparently, some Darkfreinds had killed the guards at the gates, allowing
the Trollocs in.  I started crying all over again when she explained this.
It seemed so unfair that Father had to die because some Darkfreinds
betrayed us.  She also explained who she was.  She was an Aes Sedai of the
Green Ajah.  The Ajah are like sections of Aes Sedai, each with a job to
do.  The Greens are the Battle Ajah, and she was the most helpful in saving
my town.  Willow was a Yellow, whose goal in life was to heal people and
help people.  And the third was Grenthal, a Red.  Reds hated men, and their
only purpose in life was to hunt down male Wilders and kill them.  I knew
why, but she explained to me anyway that men who could touch the One Power
went insane and killed many people, so they needed to be taken.  Rena also
explained that the men walking with her were Warders.  They were talented
swordsmen who swore their life to protecting the Aes Sedai.  Most Ajah were
bound by tradition to only have one Warder, but Greens could have as many
as they wanted, and Reds refused to have any men.  The nights seemed quick,
and though I strained to stay awake to see a repeat of the first night's
performance, I never did.  I knew I should have been relieved, but I felt
vaguely disappointed.

On the last day, we walked.  I'm not sure why, but the three of us from the
village stayed apart, barely even talking to each other.  Grenthal bid a
quick good-bye to the group suddenly, almost without warning.  Jessica gave
us each a quick nod, then turned to leave.  With a questioning look to the
Aes Sedai, I asked what was happening.  Rena explained that it was a
personal request that Grenthal had made to the other Aes Sedai, that she be
allowed to take Jessica in separately.  Willow seemed a bit displeased, and
Rena shrugged.  Willow went on to add that such requests were unusual.

Tar Valon approached over the tops of the trees.  The White Tower stood
above everything else, its glorious spires bridging out to the walls.  Rena
helped the other girls and I to our feet, and we walked through Tar Valon.
We approached the gatehouse, and the guards clad in plate mail, came out
and bent knee, reciting each of our names.

"Rena Sedai, Willow Sedai, Grenthal Sedai, Novices, and Warders.  Welcome
to the White Tower.  May the Light shine on you and your kin."  I found his
blessings for my kin strangely appropriate, but I knew that it was only a
formality, that he couldn't know my family.  The gates were lifted, and I
was taken into the central court of the White Tower.  My breath nearly left
my body as I looked around a place of such unearthly beauty.  Yellow
flowers ran in circling patterns around lush grasses, and trees with yellow
buds dotted the court.  Despite the fact that it was bighting winter at
home, and was quite cold outside, once I stepped through the gates it
turned to a balmy seventy degrees.  We walked down a long path towards the
entrance to the actual Tower itself.

"Yes, Novices.  It is a beautiful place, isn't it?"  The voice was
Willow's.  "None of the other Ajah's entrance gardens are quite so
beautiful.  The Grey's is a pitiful thing.  Even the Red's is better."

I heard a call from down the path, to a spot where I saw another woman in a
nearly identical dress as Willow's, all puffy and yellow.  I could see a
huge grin on Willow's face blossom.  She yelled out "Sana!  It's been too
long!"

"Indeed it has, my pillow friend.  I thought you would never return."
Sana's voice began to lower as we approached, and it became easier to hear
her.

"I thought we would be out there forever as well, but look what we found."
Willow smiled broadly as she spoke, and I knew she was gesturing to us.  My
eyes narrowed.  They didn't find me.  How dare they.

"Well, just as good that you are back, our friends are having a meeting."
She looked into the fields, where bushes obstructed my view.  "In fact, it
looks like I'm missing it.  Care to join us?"

Willow pursed her rosebud lips in a girlish pout.  "No, I have to report to
the Amyrlin Seat after I get these ones into the hands of the Mistress of
Novices."  The Aes Sedai guided the two of us along the path further.

Sana shrugged.  "Your loss, pillow friend."  She then reached her arms up
behind her back.  It looked as though... it looked like she was unlacing
her dress!  I looked over at Amanda but she was just as puzzled as I.  Rena
had a look amusement as we continued down the path, and seemed to be
watching for my reaction.  We rounded the bushes, which had previously
blocked my view.  Behind Sana was the most indecent sight I had ever seen.
Under the balmy leaves of a thick tree lay five women; their discarded
yellow gala dresses forming a disheveled kind of blanket.  Their bodies
writhed in lovemaking, and I felt that burning rush swell up in me again.
I tried to stop it.  I was repulsed, but then again not.  I heard Amanda's
sharp intake of breath.  With a quick twist, Sana had shucked the dress
down to her waist, and bent up from her attempts to remove it the rest of
the way to receive a kiss from Willow on her lips.

"I will be back, my dear." Willow said in a business-like tone.  I was in
shock.  I couldn't do anything but stare at the undulating bodies of the
orgy not thirty feet from me.  One of the women stood up, and arched her
back against the trunk of the tree as her fiery-haired companion nuzzled
her most intimate place with eager lips.  I heard one of the Warders next
to me toss Jessica's petite figure over his shoulder like a sack of grain,
and I allowed myself to be guided by Rena once more down the path.  What in
the Light was going on?  What was this depraved place I was entering?  I
had no trouble admitting that I was scared now.  Rena had seemed
so... sweet, if having no idea what was proper for a lady.  I had finally
managed to convince myself that the events I had witnessed on the first
night were just a dream, but that was all shattered now.  I didn't know
what I was going to do.

At the doors to the Tower itself, we endured the same long naming process
that we received at the gate, and again they seemed not to care for my
name, or the name of the Warders.  Only the Aes Sedai seemed to matter
here, though I supposed that made sense.

We went up what seemed like endless sets of stairs.  I supposed that I was
at least fifty levels up, which was a meager quarter of the height of the
Tower, to my best estimation.  But seeing as how Master Ferrin's four level
inn was the pride of our town, and how I nearly got sick looking out the
top windows, I was frightened enough to die.  Not that I wasn't already
quite frightened.  I was still cognizant enough, however, to notice the
exquisite beauty of the tapestries on the wall, as well as the moulding on
the corners of the ceiling.

We entered into a cavernous room, where men of all ages were practicing
with bundles of stout reeds which I assumed functioned as practice swords.
Their real swords lay close by.  Many of them spotted bruises or cuts, and
Willow stopped to brush a few nearby with her hands, and the Warders in
training shivered when she touched them.  The small wounds all but
disappeared.  I eyed a few of the men hungrily.  Most of the men in the
room were too bulky in muscle mass to be the kind of man I liked, but some
were the perfect sort of lean that I enjoyed.  Back home I had scoped out a
few prospects for the future, boys who I talked about when my friends and I
talked about the boys we would like to marry when the Women's Council
decided we were old enough to braid our hair.  Once we could braid our
hair, it signified that we were old enough to be courted, though I planned
on guiding some of the boys to court me.  I continued strutting down the
room, suddenly wishing I had something besides that nightgown on, which was
much too reveling.  I felt my facing begin to blush.  I couldn't ruin it
now, I just couldn't!  Soon, we reached the doorway and I tried to make a
graceful exit by turning back and waving.  Rena pushed me none to gently
out the door.

Finally, we arrived at our rooms.  Rena gently shook off my hand, and I
realized that I must have been squeezing the hand that was guiding me quite
hard.  The fear of being up so high had returned without me even realizing
it.  The door too our room swung open like magic.  I silently berated
myself.  Of course it is magic silly!  I'm with Aes Sedai.  The thought
resounded in my head.  Rena gently pushed me into the room.  It was
breathtaking, with pink and gold fabric wallpaper, and a warm, pink carpet
that formed around your feet and went between your toes, creating the most
wonderful tickling feeling.  There was a desk with a plate of food on it,
and single bed.  The bed was quite large, big enough for only three normal
sized adults.  Though, if we were meant to stay here, we would have to flip
for the bed.  I doubted that Amanda would share it with me past the first
night, since I have a reputation of a squirmer. But that was only a distant
though as I marveled the bed.  It was beyond extravagant, with transparent
pink silk hanging from the canopy top, and gilded gold lines streaming
across the ivory white poles that held up the canopy.  I watched in mute
awe as Amanda sat down on the bed, and the surface of it seemed to flow
with her.  There was a quiet sloshing noise as she sat, and I realize the
mattresses must have been filled with water.  I had heard of such things
for nobles, but certainly no one else.  The Warder quickly shut the door.

Perplexed, I tried to figure out what we were meant to do.  Aes Sedai had a
way of evading questions that I did not particularly like.  We moved the
tray of fruit, breads and cheeses to the top of the bed, on top of the down
comforter, and we nibbled at it a bit, but we mainly relaxed and thought.
For the first time, Amanda and I talked casually.  Amanda and I lay on the
bed, a short distance from each other, enjoying the novelty of the
waterbed.  We knew each other of course, but neither of us truly considered
the other a friend.  We each told our tale about what happened that fateful
night.  I tactfully omitted the part when the Trollocs exploded into flame,
instead saying that Father had killed them.  Amanda seemed to hesitate
towards the end of her story, where she was running away from several
Trollocs.  She said that they stopped chasing her, but I could tell that
she was lying.  Trollocs never stopped chasing anything that was edible to
them unless they were dead, especially not women.  On a whim, I came clean
and explained how the ones after me immolated, and Amanda reluctantly said
that hers seemed to have exploded.  She seemed lost in herself as she
needlessly explained how they were torn limb from limb by an unseen force,
and that there was little left of them to bury if she had even wanted too.

I thought over what I had seen, both the first night after I was taken and
not long ago outside.  My mind kept traveling back to it.  The
women... seemed to be enjoying themselves, if nothing else.  But, enjoying
yourself doesn't make something right.  I felt torn.  My father always said
I had been much too curious for my own good, and at the moment I was
feeling very curious.

I realized that during my thoughts a long, uncomfortable silence had
reigned.  We both seemed to want to change the topic, and talk about what
we had seen in the garden outside, but neither of us could bring it up.  I
saw Amanda sniffing the air, and for the first time realized that this room
smelled... better than anything I had ever smelled before.  I guess I had
been so caught up in the visual aesthetics of the room that I hadn't
noticed the subtler things, like the olfactory elements.  I felt warm all
over, more than just feeling like the air around me was warm, more like a
tingling feeling over my skin.  I glanced over at Amanda.  She was lying
next to me still, but she seemed a little closer.  Her crystal blue eyes
were staring at something, and I followed her gaze down to my legs.
Amanda's hand reached out tentatively, reaching for the place where my
nightgown met the skin of my legs, slightly above my knee.  Her fingers
lightly touched me, and the touch was electric.  Her fingers, part on the
silk of my nightgown and half on my leg, slowly slid upwards.  Her eyes
trembled, like she didn't know if she should stop or not, and though I
ached for her touch, I was transfixed into inaction.  The silk gently
gliding across my leg sent sparks of pleasure up my spine.  I couldn't
believe this was happening.  Slowly, Amanda slipped her hand under the
nightgown, rubbing up and down my leg.  A soft moan escaped my lips.  Her
eyes snapped up to my face, as if she was just now realizing what she was
doing.  Her fist clenched up in the way I knew it did when she was angry,
only this time I knew it was with herself.

"I'm so sorry.  I'm so... so sorry.  I don't know what's wrong with me,
this place, it's just... I'm so sorry."  She was blushing so furiously I
thought she might die of embarrassment.

"No no, it's OK, really."  I said quickly.  "I... it felt good, I kinda
liked it."  She looked at me doubtfully.  I went on quickly with a nervous
laugh "I mean... yeah, I kinda liked it."

Her face was almost back to normal, the blush quickly fading on her
snow-white skin.  She had always been good at controlling her emotions, I
remembered, and now her face was unreadable.  She pursed her lips slightly,
as if in deep thought.  I would have given a thousand Gold Crowns and
everything I owned besides to know what was going through her mind at that
moment.

She started hesitantly speaking.  "Well... I..." she stopped.

I reached up and pushed a stray lock of her golden hair behind her ear,
letting my fingers trace down her neck.  She stopped in mid-word, shivering
in delight.  As she met my gaze, our eyes locked. We both slowly leaned
forward, our lips brushing gently together.  The light smacking of our lips
quickly turned into a kiss of passion, and I slid my hand up behind
Amanda's head, gently rubbing the nape of her neck, pushing aside her
golden curls.  After what seemed like an eternity, she broke off the kiss
and pulled back suddenly.  Her eyes shifted rapidly back and fourth, not
even looking at me.

"This cannot be happening!  I don't believe it."

"Believe it, Amanda," I giggled.  I felt free, more free than I ever had in
my life.  I reached over and started tugging on her shirt, untucking it
from inside the boy's britches.  Her look of horror quickly faded, replaced
by one of desire.  I rolled up so that I was nearly over her, and she
stared up at me with a look of mixed pain and desire.  I could tell she
wasn't entirely comfortable with this, but then neither was I.

"My father always told me to experiment and try new things." I murmured
with a sly grin.  I let myself down on her, our breast crushing together
through the shirts in a wonderful way that made my heart race.  The arms
that had been holding me above her came around her head and I ran my
fingers through her hair gently.  It smelled of bathing herbs even after
four days going unwashed.  I realized I must look a mess too, but it was a
distant realization as more primal instincts took over.  I felt her hands
roaming over my back, the silk feeling delicious as it slid across my skin.
I pulled back a bit from the kiss, sliding my hands Amanda's shirt.  Her
skin felt so smooth.  The shirt rode up my arms, peeling back to reveal her
breasts.  I left the shirt very nearly over Amanda's face, and I heard her
mumble something, distorted by the cloth.  Her breasts were a bit smaller
than mine, barely the size of an orange.  Those very same pink nipples I
had spied the first day stood out, and I descended upon them with my eager
mouth.  She let out a moan as I quickly began to flick the tip of my tongue
across her nipple.  With a quick look up, I realized that she had stopped
her efforts to free herself of her shirt, and was simply lying back and
enjoying the feeling.  I redoubled my efforts, pinching her now wet nipple
while giving the other attention.  I set a rhythm, alternating between the
two.  After a minute or two, she finally began to pull herself free of the
unglamorous shirt.  She enjoyed her new unobstructed view of my attentions
to her with a wicked gleam in her eyes.  She ran her hands down my back,
and began to pull at the fabric.  I could feel it sliding up, bunching at
my neck and leaving the upper parts of my legs bare.  She finally shucked
me off of her, and rolled over in the sloshing bed so that she was more on
top of me.  I smiled up into her eyes, slowly licking a single finger.  She
returned my smile with a careful look of concentration, the face of someone
working to figure out something they do not know how to do.  She slid my
arms out of my nightgown, letting the shoulder straps fall below my arms.
Then she tugged the gown down a bit, over my breasts.  Closing her eyes,
she began to lick small circles around my nipples.  I arched backwards,
delighting in the new sensations, pressing my breast into Amanda's face.
After a moment, she rose to her knees again, that look of determined
concentration on her face again.  I smiled up at her lazily.  She turned
away from me, reaching for my legs.  She grabbed one, pulling it up into
the air.  I bent my knee, submitting to gravity.  She planted kisses down
one side of it.  My smile began to fade as I worried about what I would do
next.  I could feel the fabric of my nightgown slipping upwards.  She
continued to bend my errant limb towards my chest as she stroked it.  The
silk was already bunched from Amanda's pullings, and was now very nearly
completely up around my waist.  Amanda started back down my leg with her
lips, and I realized her intent.  I could feel myself getting lightheaded.
I could barely think.  This WAS really happening.  Perhaps Amanda had seem
what I saw too?  Her hands scooped the folds fabric around my waist higher,
up to my stomach.  She rearranged herself on the bed, then settled her head
between my legs.

I could feel her slowly placing kisses on the insides of both my legs.  I
could feel her hot breath on me when she turned from side to side.  She was
deliberately inflaming me.  Her tongue snakes out of her mouth, licking the
insides of my legs now.  I was quivering with anticipation, I could tell.
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at her.  Her crystal blue
eyes looked up at me with a grin.  Still watching me, she stuck her tongue
out long and pointed, and drew it up between my most intimate lips.
Without thinking, I brought my hands to my head, closing my eyes and
falling back onto the pillow.  She was lapping her tongue up and down,
licking farther inside me each time.  Her fingers came up, spreading my
outer lips apart, and her tongue caressed my swollen clitoris.  I arched my
back, trying to force her face against me harder, beginning to buck against
her.  I had thought the fires were hot inside me before during the first
night of our travels together, but they were an artic chill compared to
what raged through my veins now.  I cried out, grasping her tumbling curls
and pushing her head down.  I could feel my juices flowing out of me,
running and being lapped up as fast as Amanda could.  Her tongue was
everywhere at once, inside of me, along the lips, tracing delicate
patterns, flicking against my nub.  My hands flying against my face, I
arched my back so hard I thought it might break, crying out so loud that
everyone in the whole Tower must have heard.

I collapsed back down to the sloshing bed, gasping for air and in pleasure
as Amanda tenderly brought me back down.  After a while more, she crawled
up next to me, and we lay shivering on the down comforter in each other's
arms, wordless.  I rotated myself towards her, kissing her roughly, as she
pulled me close to her.  She tasted different, a kind of sweet, in a way
much different than sugar or melon.  A sort of tangy thrill.  My breath
caught in my throat.  I was tasting myself I realized.  As much as that
should have horrified me, I found it quite arousing.  Our naked breasts
crushed together again.  My senses were returning to me, I thought over
what we had done.  I had no regrets at all.  I blinked twice.  What was I
thinking?  I had to return the favor, I simply must.

Breaking off the kiss, I smiled into her inquiring eyes.  I slid like a
snake down her body, my hands caressing her naked flesh above the waist.
Yet my goal was farther down yet.  I examined my prize as I slid my hand
between her legs, rubbing.  The boy's britches were held together with
three buttons, though one of them was undone, possibly in the throes of our
lovemaking.  I glanced back at Amanda, and her eyes were closed, though she
seemed to be enjoying my ministrations so far.  I quickly undid the other
two, then slid them off as she lifted her rear in the air to accommodate
me.

>From quite a different position than she had done for me, I settled my
naked body at a perpendicular from her, tilted a bit towards her head.  I
slid a finger inside her folds of skin, feeling the heat like I had for
myself.  It felt like a furnace inside her.  I rotated my wrist in the way
I knew I liked, and hoped we were not too apart in what we liked.  I leaned
forward and started to kiss her face again, pumping my finger in and out of
her.  She grasped my hair harshly, gasping wordlessly into my hair.  I
withdrew my finger and grinned as she opened her eyes, the blue recesses of
her eyes looking demanding.  I licked my finger, then completed a kiss with
her with the finger between both of our lips.  The salty taste of flesh
mingled with the tangy taste of Amanda's desires and my own still on her
lips.  If I could have eaten from that glorious banquet the rest of my life
I would have.  With a quick grin I descended between her legs.  I could see
she was quite wet.  That worried me a little, as I wasn't quite sure if
that was normal... but the aroma was overpowering and I delved right it
anyway.  Her tangy taste cleared away all doubts from my mind.  Licked her
slit up and down, then spread her lips with my fingers.  The taste
intensified, as did Amanda's moaning.  I delved deeper into her with my
tongue, unsure of what to do and yet doing it all the same.  I tried to
think desperately of my limited experience.  Suddenly I hit on inspiration
from that first night I had watched.  I inserted a finger into her slit,
then turned my wrist to it could bend upwards.  I began to lick her while I
wiggled around my finger inside her, and her moaning became much louder.  I
looked back at her, and her eyes were open now, an almost frantic
expression on her face.  She smiled at me quickly, then tipped her head
back and started thrusting into my hand.  I set my head back down and tried
even harder to give her what she had given to me.  I heard her screaming my
name.  I wasn't sure how to respond, it seemed so... so personal now,
rather than just a bizarre reaction that I was having to a bizarre
situation.  I felt like I was in a daze, my head buried in another girl's
legs.  I worked furiously.  A gush of fluids spurted out of Amanda, and I
drank them in.  They tasted wonderful, amazing, and yet odd at the same
time.  She screamed over and over, my name each time.  I couldn't think, it
was too wonderful.  Slowly, I brought her back down, becoming gentler and
gentler.  I crawled up and kissed her, our saliva and cum mixing.  We both
crawled under the lush blankets in a spoon position.  I felt sleep again
trying to overtake me, yet I had so much to say to Amanda.  Did I love her?
Was that even possible?  I absently fondled her breast, but I could tell
she was already asleep.  I sighed, content, as sleep took me.


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