the Wolf, the Falcon and the Dragon

Perrin and Faile avoided him throughout the next day. He wasn't surprised really, but he was a little annoyed. That there would need to be a clearing of the air was self-evident to Rand, and he had always been disinclined to leave 'till tommorrow what could be done today. Besides, there was, as ever these days, work to be done.

When he spied Perrin walking across a palace courtyard and hailed him, the former blacksmith gave a stiff nod and continued on his way, a frown seemingly welded to his brows. No words of greeting passed Rand's way.

Later he found Faile ensconced in the throne room with Bain and Chiad, whispering about the Light knew what. Rand was due to meet a delegation of Andoran nobles, Elayne's nobles in theory if not yet fact, but he decided immediately that they could wait a while. Faile was looking quite slim and fetching in a grey satin dress trimmed with white fox fur at the collars and cuffs, three fish depicted in silver thread on the breast. Earings and a necklace of matching silver completed the ensemble. When he smiled and gave them good afternoon, however, he received only a trio of flat stares. Pretty faces, but distressingly cold ones. Furthur inquiries yeilded only a raised eyebrow from the woman who had shared his bed the night before. Vexed he informed them of his urgent meeting and sent them from the room, salvaging what dignity he could.

The day would have been a lonely one for Rand. Except that Min was always just around the corner, seemingly making it her mission in life to cheer him up. A mission she seemed singularly well-suited to. When at last the days tasks had been completed and he bid her goodnight, Rand was feeling much better. Perrin and Faile's foul moods were not unjustified, after all, surely in time they would come around. Tomorrow, the day after, it mattered not. Rand could wait.

As it happened. He had alot less time to wait than he expected.

Rand tossed his coat over a chair and sat down to drag his boots off. As he dropped the second onto the plush carpet he became aware of movement in the adjoining bedroom. Snorting in mingled surprise and amusement, he seized saidin and channeled Fire into every lamp wick in the room before padding through the door, hand on swordhilt. He was half expecting a draghkar, or another so-called bubble of evil; and he was half expecting what he found: Faile, sitting in the same chair she had sat in last night, knees crossed just so, hands in her lap and an expression of cool disdain looking very at home on her pretty face. Women. If there was one thing you could rely on them to be, it was to be confusing. Sometimes he suspected they did it deliberately as some kind of running joke.

The Falcon seemed amused by the bewildered exasperation with which the Dragon greeted her. "Good evening, Rand. Were you not expecting me? A bad habit that. In the borderlands we are taught to be aware of our surroundings at all times, even in sleep. To do otherwise is to be caught unawares, and to die." She smiled a sharp little smile as she said that last.

"So Lan tried to teach me," Rand responded. "Tried to teach both of us, in fact. Right, Perrin?"

The Wolf stirred from where he leant against the wall on the opposite side of the room from the Falcon. Rand still had his back turned to him, still watched Faile, but the void enveloped him and even the sound of Perrin's quiet breaths seemed loud to Rand. He forced a friendly smile onto his face, raised an eyebrow to Faile and turned to face his old friend.

Perrin still wouldn't meet Rand's gaze. The silence sat between them for a time, before Rand broke it with, "I did kind of betray you, didn't I?" It was an idea that had only occured to him. "I should have told her to get out, find some other way to settle the score. Or drop it altogether. But I shouldn't have slept with her. Not me. Not yours." At the time he'd been too busy noticing Faile to consider it, she'd said that Perrin knew what she intended. That had been all Rand needed to hear. He'd wanted her since he'd first met her, he realised. Not loved her, but wanted her.

Perrin shot him a brief, glowing glance. "That just makes you as guilty as the rest of us."

"Besides, what makes you think I could be so easily refused," Faile said, rising from her chair and taking Rand's arm in hers. "I've never been inclinded to settle for less than excellence. One way or another." She looked straight at Perrin as she spoke, and her husband met her gaze without evident anger. He seemed to understand something Rand did not. Disliking that realisation, Rand moved towards the wall Perrin had vacated, putting himself between the feuding spouses. Fittingly he supposed.

"Do you know what hurt most, Perrin?" Faile asked, ignoring Rand. "The lies. You told me he was your friend. You should have told me he was also your lover. I can forgive much, but not being treated like a foolish child who wouldn't understand the truth. I deserve better."

"I know," Perrin said quietly.

"How can I be expected to manage your affairs like a good wife should if you hide those affairs from me?"

This time Perrin only nodded his head in understanding. Rand himself had to bite his tongue. She probably mean't something else, anyway.

"Well then", Faile finished, with some vexation. "Tell me the truth, husband. What do you want?"

"I want you Faile." Perrin entreated. "You have to know that. I love you more than anything, more than life itself. I'd do anything for you."

The Falcon nodded once and said only: "And?"

"And... and I want... I want Rand, too. For all we've shared, for all thats lost." Perrin hung his head, and Rand averted his gaze for fear of seeing the other man cry. "I'm sorry, Faile." The Wolf's voice had a fragile husk to it that tore at Rand's heart.

"I'm not," the Falcon said, softly. She crossed the distance between them in quick, precise steps and took hold of Perrin's beard, drawing his lips down to hers. The Wolf wrapped his big arms around her tenderly. She looked so fragile in them, but Rand knew she had nothing to fear. The couples tender kiss made Rand smile, only a little sadly. And as the tenderness between them began to melt into something else, Rand found himself responding in an entirely different way. He decided it would be best if he left them their privacy and turned towards the door of his room. A long walk was perhaps in order.

"Stop." It was Faile's voice that halted Rand's steps. When he glanced back he found her still within the protective circle of Perrin's arms but with her back resting against his thick chest. She smirked familiarly at Rand. "Haven't you heard, my Lord Dragon? My husband wants you. And as I've decided he may have you... have you he shall. Here. And Now." The declaration had all the authority of a royal decree. Perrin's jaw hung open, beard mingling with his wife's midnight tresses. He met Rand's eyes this time, and both men came to the realisation that Mat was the only one of them that knew anything about women. And that this woman was even madder than the rest. The came to another realisation too and broke eye contact simultaneously, tanned cheeks and fair colouring as one.

Faile was not blushing, however. She glanced between the two men with a mysteriously feline smile. She had once hand clasped firmly to Perrin's thigh, holding him tight against her back. His crotch was against her buttocks, Rand realised, his heart beating faster. He remembered the sight of her walking nude towards the bed, her hips slim and bottom firm. He remembered Perrin... pressing against Rand's own buttocks.

The Falcon raised one finger gracefully, drawing both men's gaze to her. She sighed theatrically and said, "If I must walk you through it step by step then so be it. Perrin. Stay. Rand. Take off your clothes."

The Dragon was instantly incensed. He hated people trying to tell him what to do. He was the Dragon Reborn, burn it all, no-one had the right to give him orders. Especially not people that needed his protection from the coming Shadow. He should turn and stalk away, show that annoying Saldaean woman who she was playing with. But his feet were rooted to the floor. He didn't want to go anywhere. She had no right to command him. Or power to. But what if he chose to let her...

With trembling hands, Rand untied the laces of his shirt. The Aybara's watched him intently, the golden eyes and the black wide and shining. He tugged the cuffs down over his bescaled wrists. The shirt slid to the floor and goosebumps rose on Rand's skin. Strange, it wasn't cold at all but he couldn't help shivering slightly. Faile's gaze moved across Rand's chest and stomach, then rose to meet Perrin's. "Hmmm. Are you enjoying the show, my lord husband?", she asked coyly, hand still gripping his thigh. Perrin's face flushed bright red, whether from lust or embarrassment Rand could not tell. He looked from Rand to Faile and back to Rand, breath coming quickly.

Rand watched the couple watch him, and felt an increasingly undeniable excitement. He unclipped the dragon belt buckle Aviendha had given him and slid his sword belt free, lowering it carefully to the ground. He reached for the laces of his breeches and both the man and the woman's eyes fixed on his crotch, staring, waiting. Faile was rubbing back against Perrin unconciously, Perrin's hands had drifted to her breasts. Rand was already straining for freedom. He had to pull his breeches forward before he could begin to pull them down, taking the shorts along with them. His cock sprang free, reaching up to touch his stomach muscles as he bent forward.

"Eager," Faile husked. "Wouldn't you say, Perrin?" But the Wolf only growled low in response.

Rand shifted his balance from one foot to the other as he freed himself of both breeches and socks, until at last he stood stark naked before the still fully dressed pair.

"An acceptable pretty sight," Faile continued. "Perrin?" She reached up, took a handful of his curls and literally pulled his gaze down to hers. "Do youa gree, husband? I want to know the truth."

"Yes", Perrin rumbled in response. "Rand was always the handsome one."

The Falcon considered the Dragon quite rudely. "Hmmm. Pretty, would suit him better. I much prefer a certain ruggedly handsome farmboy you might be familiar with. But perhaps theres more." She smiled at Rand, plainly enjoying herself. "Turn around, Rand. You've done so before, haven't you." A disdainful arch of her wrist followed this latest instruction. Rand met her gaze, embarrassed at her mockery. Yet he saw no trace of malice in her eyes, for all her words and tone. He turned his back and closed his eyes.

The sudden darkness accentuated the sounds in the room, someone licked dry lips, swallowed. Three sets of lungs panted excitedly. Rand could almost feel their gazes sliding over his back. He found he liked it. Then footsteps. A hand touched his shoulder, turned him around. He knew it for Faile's. She smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. Right there in front of her husband, who was not as surprised as Rand, judging from his expression and the bulge in his breeches. Rand's eyes slid closed as he began to return Faile's kiss, the image of Perrin burned on his mind. But the Saldaean pulled away as soons as Rand's hands began to caress her bottom.

"Now, now," she laughed. "We're not ready for that." The Falcon hopped back, wagging a finger beneath Rand's nose. "Your turn, Perrin. Let us all see what you have to... hey!"

But Perrin had not waited for Faile's instructions, his coat and shirt were already on the floor and even as the others turned their eyes to him, he yanked his breeches down over his muscular thighs. His thick cock stood straight before him, engorged.

Faile planted her fists on her hips. "Why can you never follow even the simplests directions?", she began. The Wolf was obviously having none of it, however, as he waited only long enough to free his ankles before pouncing on the scowling woman. He wrapped her in a fierce embrace and kissed her thoroughly. She didn't seem anywhere near as displeased as she had pretended to Rand. Her nails raked furrows across and down Perrin's shoulders. The redhaired man watched as those fingers ventured lower, digging into Perrin's thickly muscled buttocks. He began to run a hand along the length of his own penis, watching them, unsure of what to do next.

After a time, Faile's eyes opened and she sought out her other lover with a flustererd gaze. She found him, and the sight set her to moaning.

Perrin noticed her shifting attention and broke the kiss. Holding her in his arms he turned his head and said, "Help me with these buttons, Rand. They're a bit small for me."

The Dragon needed no second invitation. He ran his palm admiringly along Perrin's broad shoulders as he danced by and, brushing Faile's hair to one side, lowered his face to kiss her neck. His nimble fingers were already working at the back of Falcon's grey dress. She tossed her head back invitingly and Perrin kissed her again, thick fingers running through her hair. Trapped between the two men, Faile writhed in pleasure. Quickly the buttons were undone, the dress held up only by the pressure of their dual embrace and Faile's own proud breasts.

Rand slid his hands through the gap and caressed the back of Faile's hips, her naked flesh hot beneath his touch. Her hands reached for the backs of each man's head, pleading for more. Perrin responded by pulling back just far enough to let the dress pool around her feet and then took her eager breast in one large hand and squeezed lovingly, gently. She moaned encouragement. Rand took the other in his own grasp, his hand quickly becoming trapped between the soft sweet flesh of the woman and the firm, hairy chest of the man she was pressed against. He rubbed her erect nipple between thumb and forefinger.

The only clothing any of the three had left were Faile's stockingss and white panties. Rand wanted desperately to pull that flimsy shield down and throw her over the nearby bed, mount her there and then. His cock was pressed up against her bottom, as Perrin's had been mere minutes before. She rubbed herself against him, the sensation so close to what he needed and yet leagues away. His free hand quested around and down to her crotch, coming in contact with Perrin's cock, pressed likewise against the front of her, rubbed surely to as much of a frenzy as Rand's.

If Perrin wanted to strip Faile of her last garments, however, he did not. Perhaps he felt, as Rand did, that it was not really his place to do so just then. What would surely follow had to be of Faile's choosing. Instead he lowered his face to her breast took the nipple Rand had been playing with into his mouth. Given freedom to move, Rand began to run his fingers up and down the front of her sodden cotton undergarments. Faile let out a long, shuddering breath.

It didn't take for these administrations to reduce Faile to a state of quivering need. She slid around in their embrace and thrust her hips back against Perrin. Forehead resting on Rand's shoulder, eyes directed downwards, she reached back with both hands and slid her thin smallclothes down over her hips. Rand feasted his eyes on her exposed crack, and on Perrin's manhood as it rested against one pale butt cheek. The wolfbrother latched strong hands on either side of the Falcon's hips and rubbed himself against her crevice, moaning. Faile's panties came completely free of her sticky heat and plopped to the ground. She fell to hers knees as though suddenly robbed of all strength, face resting in the palms of her hands as she offered herself up to, who?

Rand and Perrin stood over her, erect and hungry. Both men lifted their eyes from Faile's exposed rear to regard each other. Rand felt the bizarre impluse to butt heads with the other man, and grinned wildly. A laugh escaped him and he said, "Perrin, someone needs to take that girl and give her a proper seeing to. I'd like to, she has a sweet ass don't you think?" He could hear Faile moan behind her hands. "But she's yours, not mine. So you decide."

"Mine..." Perrin said. He didn't seem capable of furthur speach. Instead he dropped to his knees and slapped one big hand across Faile buttocks before pulling her back against him. She yelped at the contact, breath coming in quick pants. Rand watched her tremble, watched Perrin take hold of his thick meat and aim it at her wet hole. The Wolf entered the Falcon in one powerful thrust, his hissing breath sounding like a red-hot sword being quenched. Her soft cries were more plaintive.

Rand took a knee beside them, entranced by the quivering of Faile's flesh as Perrin thrust into her with mounting tempo, the slab-like muscles of his stomach bunching with each exquisite thrust. Perrin's teeth were gritted, forming a white slash in his dark beard. His expression one of pure animal lust as he pounded into his wicked wife again and again.

Still, enjoying the show, the Dragon decided to get more involved and reached both hands under Faile to stroke her breasts. He found her nipples hard and began pinching them again, knowing she enjoyed it.

At this new attention, Faile raised her face. Her eyes latched onto Rand's penis, bobbing mere inches from her face. For a time she only stared, unsure or conflicted. Then with a breathy curse she reached out a small hand and took hold of him. Pulling his shaft towards her, she ran her tongue along the side of him, then underneath. Rand threw back his head with a sigh of pleasure. He shifted on his knees to give the girl a better angle, hoping for more than her tongue, and was not dissapointed. Wet heat enveloped him as Faile took Rand's manhood into her mouth, though she could manage little more than the tip with Perrin still humping her frantically. She took hold of Rand's meat with both hands, holding it steady and began to run her lips up and down him, her pace twinned to Perrin's.

"Oh... yes... thats a good girl." Rand breathed. He stroked her hair softly. Strange how she could still be pretty with her mouth stretched open and a dick in it, but she was. He looked up to find Perrin's eyes locked to the same sight Rand's had been. That of his young wife pleasuring his friends large cock with her mouth. The sight pushed him over the edge and, with a wordless cry, his seed erupted into Faile's womb. As she felt him spurting inside her, Faile raised her face from Rand's crotch and cried, "Oh, my Perrin. Yes!" The Wolf's thrusts were more disjointed now, his golden eyes squeezed shut as the last pulses of pleasure rolled from him to her. Finished, Perrin slumped back onto his heels, breathing beeply.

Faile rose up, breasts jiggling, and planted herself in her husband's lap. She wrapped him in a hug and kissed his mouth. Rand wondered what Perrin could taste there.

When the Falcon eventually stood, the Dragon moved quickly to join her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and kissing her neck. The Wolf looked up, his face level with his wife's dark triangle. He inhaled deeply, her musk seeming to reinvigorate his listless gaze. Faile reached back and took hold of Rand's penis, stroking it lightly as he massaged her breasts. "Thats a good boy", she teased. Perrin lumbered to his feet.

"Your a bad one, Faile," he said, smiling wanly. "And I don't think any amount of spanking could fix it."

His wife shot him back a wicked smirk, still fondling his friends cock. "You won't know that until you've tried..."

"Well," Rand interjected. "I know one tried and tested way of keeping her quiet." And so saying, he took Faile by the hand and led her away from Perrin to the large bed nearby. With a grin he spun her into his arms as though they were on a ballrooom floor, then gently pushed her back onto the bed. Her breasts danced crazily as she bounced on her back. Rand's grin widened and he began to climb onto the bed with her.

The Falcon scooted back as Rand advanced, her eyes darting from him to her watching husband and back. Dark vee hidden and then exposed only to be hidden again by her shapely thigh.

Perrin walked slowly towards the breakfast table, golden eyes never leaving the pair. His manhood hung limp and glistening, it swayed with each ponderous step. He dropped into the seat with a sigh and rested his jaw on one heavy fist. Watching.

Faile blushed pink, she turned her eyes to Rand as she rested on one elbow. With slow deliberation, the Dragon reached out and took hold of her ankles. He put her on her back with a single firm tug, then ran his hands up her calves to her knees. He parted them, opened her wide, then paused to savour the sight. Faile dark nipples stood out like arrowheads. They rose and fell with each panting breath. With her reddened cheeks, bold nose and dark slanted eyes she was a picture of exotic conquest. And she enjoyed being just that. Rand knew that some people liked to dominate in bed and some liked to be dominated. And he knew there were some who liked a bit of both. He was coming to suspect he was one of the latter, but he was surely nowhere near as bad as Faile. She was more than a little mad he suspected, and Perrin's life was never going to be a quiet one with her around. But she was damnably enticing.

At last he fell forward, resting above her on hands and knees. He looked her deep in the eye and said, "Put it in." Faile's blush deepened, but she did not look away. Instead her trembling hands reached down between them and took hold of Rand's hard shaft. She aimed the tip for her opening, still sopping wet from her own juices and Perrin's. As she slid the first few inches of him into herself Rand sighed, "Thats good." Her hands left him, well positioned to thrust into her and went to his hips, pulling, urging him on. But he waited a little longer, letting her anticipation grow.

Faile moaned helplessly when at last Rand slid into her. He moved slowly, evenly sheating inch after inch in her hot womanhood until his balls were pressed up against her buttocks.

"Do you like that," he whispered in her ear. He felt her nod, but wanted more. "I'm sorry I couldn't hear you. Do you like that."

"Yes", she whined. "I like it. I love that cock in my fanny." She moaned even louder after that.

His body cried out for satisfaction, but playing with Faile was just too much fun. He slid out of her slowly, until only his tip remained, then paused. "Hmm, then what should I do now?"

Faile drummed her heels against Rand's hips as though trying to get a recalcitrant horse moving. "You should fuck me you stupid shepherd, before I lose my temper," she hissed. Then she bit him on the ear, and not gently. He thrust forward again, deep.

"I like to hear you say that," the Dragon taunted.

"Fuck me," the Falcon breathed.

Again he thrust. Again she moaned the words before the silent watcher, her legs spread wide. Again and again until words were abandoned and nothing remained but the glorious friction of flesh on flesh. Rand squeezed his eyes shut and crushed Faile against his chest, his head rested beside hers on the goosedown pillow but the sporadic curses that still issued from her gasping mouth failed to penetrate the furore of his lust. The wet heat of her womanhood occupied him entirely.

As they fucked their hands moved frantically over each other's bodies. His clasped her bottom, so much softer than it looked. Hers raked light furrows across his broad chest. His in her hair, holding her in place for a deep kiss. Hers resting lightly on his buttocks as they clenched and released again and again. He placed his left behind her knee and lifted that leg higher, she traced the muscles of his back with her palms. Her touch became a little painful as he slid in and out of her faster and faster, her nails digging into his back involuntarily, the sharp little jabs spurring him on.

The Dragon rode the Falcon with what might have been a frightening fury, but she was completely unafraid.

Her hands returned to his buttocks, grasping the firm muscles there, and Rand slowed his tempo to locks his lips upon hers. He could feel their hearbeats thundering against their sweaty chests. Faile held him in place by the hair and thrust her tongue inside his mouth, seeking and finding his own. She rocked her hips from side to side as she lay beneath him, stroking his cock with her sweet heat. Her slick fingers traced the tender rim of his anus...

Rand's heart stopped for a moment as the realisation took him. "Faile" had too many hands.

Surprised, he broke the kiss and Faile opened her eyes. She found her husband Perrin kneeling above them both, his fingers working at the unseen tailbone of her lover, his thick manhood once more standing proud. Perrin smeared an unknown substance on Rand's anus, then parted the Dragon's muscular buttocks. As his prey lay frozen before him, the Wolf took hold of his cock and aimed it true.

The Falcon watched, wide-eyed and wildly aroused. Her gaze drifted from her husband to her lover, whose turn it was to blush furiously. He made to lower his face to her shoulder but she seised him by his wet red hair and locked her eyes upon him.

Perrin thrust roughly. Forcing the head of his cock into Rand's ass, freeing his hands to better grab his friends hips. The Dragon gritted his teeth at the first intrusion but quickly fell to panting excitedly as the familiar pressure in his ass mixed with the searing heat of Faile's pussy still wrapped around his pulsing manhood. Perrin worked his way in slowly, giving Rand time to adjust. Faile simply watched in awe as her Lord mounted the Dragon Reborn and made him his. With a final firm movement, Perrin buried himself in Rand. His balls impacting with the other man's buttocks. The movement pushed Rand deeper into Faile and all three lovers moaned in pleasure.

They took a moment to catch their breaths, Faile's gaze darted from one man to the other. Finally she stretched her legs, already well spread for Rand, back and tried to lock her ankles behind Perrin. She couldn't quite reach but the movement caused Rand to moan dileriously. She settled for urging her husband's hips towards her and the obstacle between them. She ran her small feet along his thick trunk, stroked the hair in his chest with her toes all the while panting excitedly. Her expression seemed to Rand more girlish than he had even seen her. He knew Perrin had given in to her encouragement because her pretty black eyes widened even as the cock in his ass moved suddenly.

The Wolf began to ride the Dragon once more. He pulled almost completely out of him before thrusting all the way in. Slowly at first, then with a rising passion. Perrin and Faile's eyes were locked together, Rand simply lay between them, moaning incoherently. "Perrin... my Perrin" the Falcon breathed, over and over. Though it was Rand's manhood that moved within her, it was Perrin's will that drove him. The Dragon's hands opened and closed mindlessly, gently stroking Faile's breast and running long fingers through her dark hair. He kissed the side of her neck between gasps of pleasure.

Soon Perrin's strokes became faster and shallower as he knelt above them both, grinding their bodies together. Rand began to move in time with his friend, he rocked his lean hips forward when Perrin pulled out, pushing his engorged manhood into Faile, then rocked back as Perrin thrust into him. His temp was perfect, always keeping the head of Perrin's penis inside him, and his own inside Perrin's wife. Some part of his animal brain knew this dance well, the rest of him simply reveled in the twin sensations.

The Dragon writhed between his two lovers, Faile's olive skinned and Perrin's dark-haired bodies alike glistened with sweat, as did Rand's own pale and reddened one. There was no more room for words in any of them, only eager fondling and darting glances and desperate sex. At some point Perrin took a gentle grip of Rand's hair, his forehead resting upon his friend's shoulder. His other hand stroked Faile's smooth thigh as her legs kicked spasmodically. Rand's own hand followed suit, resting in the hollow of Faile's slim hips as he watched her stomach muscles work, desperately rubbing her sex against his. Suddenly her movements stopped and she arched her back, proud young breasts drawing both men's gazes inescapably. The arms folded behing her head framed a face lost to almost painful pleasure. Rand didn't stop. He kept rubbing his ass along the length of Perrin's thick cock, kept exploring Faile's spasming pussy as she soaked his balls in her pleasure. He was so close... But Perrin beat him to it. With a final deep thrust he began spurting inside Rand's bowels, hands instinctively seeking out Faile's as his not inconsiderably weight collapsed upon them both. Rand had difficuly catching his breath much less moving but he kept writhing between the satiated couple. Almost... The Dragon began to black out, but in the end it was pure bliss that caused him to fall limp. Like the ocean tide, his orgasm swept over him, reducing the world and all its pains and frustrations to nothingness. He came explosively inside the Falcon even as the Wolf was still cumming inside him. Rand smiled happily and drifted.

He was still smiling that goofy smile when Perrin dragged both their exhausted bodies off the unprotesting Faile, not even objecting as he was forcibly removed from his most recent lover. The lady in question sucked in some deep breaths, limbs trembling but not from pain. "Light... I never imagined... Perrin... Rand... That was incredible..." Laboriously, she rolled onto one side, her gaping vagina dissapearing between her red-raw thighs. She watched as Perrin pulled his manhood out of Rand's now-relaxed anus and struggled to crawl toward her. She stretched out a welcoming hand. He made it far enough to rest his bearded face upon one full breast, rumbled "I love you... so much... my Faile," before the remaining light in his goldeneyes dimmed and sleep claimed him.

Faile's satisfied gaze moved toward the other man in their bed. He sprawled limply, one arm stretched out, his sculpted body on good display. His smile widened when he opened his eyes to find her staring. She smiled back with a fondness Rand had never expected to find. She wrapped her arms tightly around the naked bulk of the slumbering blacksmith between them. He watched as her slightly slanted eyes drifted shut and sleep claimed her, her breathing steadied but the smile never quite left her face. It softened the high cheekbones and bold nose that made her name so appropriate. Shes not so bad really, Rand decided. I understand what he sees in her now. He closed his eyes. A rebellious grin began to form just as sleep took hold, I wonder if I can persuade them both to make this a tradition...