A Different Dance

***Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, not intended to reflect any real people or places in any way. It is also a work written solely for the enjoyment of myself and others over the age of 18; it is written with no intent to use the characters created by Robert Jordan in a manner that infringes upon their copyrights. This work does not pretend to be anything more than what it is, a totally non-canon, non-profit reimagining of a certain scene in Mr. Jordan's book. With that said, enjoy.***


The brush resumed motion, and a smile briefly touched Moiraine’s lips. “You sometimes forget, Perrin, that you are a good-looking young man. Some girls admire a pair of shoulders.” He grunted and shuffled his feet. “Was there something else, Perrin?”

“Uh …” He could not get the sight of her out of his head. Light, he thought, she’s bloody Aes Sedai! Even Mat wouldn’t try this! But what Perrin found himself doing, instead of shuffling out red-cheeked as he normally would have, was pushing the door shut behind him. Turning back to face her, he saw that she had arched one of her eyebrows at him; that brief smile was gone.

“I … uh …” He had never been good at this. Acting on the spur of the moment wasn’t his strength; he liked to think things through first, not plunge in headlong. That was Mat’s way. But Mat’s way works, much of the time …

Taking a deep breath, he met her eyes and gave her his best, if a bit tremulous, grin. “Would you like to go down and dance?”

Her other eyebrow shot up, and Perrin had the dubious honor of seeing her perpetually unruffled features turn surprised. Then her face smoothed again, all calm and cool again; he thought he saw the beginning of another smile on her lips, though. She shook her head, slowly, from side to side, making tsk noises. “Perrin, Perrin, Perrin,” she said in an exasperated tone, but her scent told him that she was amused, and … intrigued? Was that good, or bad? He knew this was a bad idea.

Keeping her arms crossed so that the pale blue robe stayed closed around her, Moiraine stepped to the room’s mirror, watching him in it as she continued brushing her hair out. The woman in the common room had been pretty, but unknown; he did not see how he had failed to look at Moiraine this way before. Burn me for a Light-blinded fool, because she’s Aes Sedai! She isn’t some village woman I can ask to dance and no one will think twice of it.

The woman’s dark chestnut hair, now hanging free over her shoulders instead of arranged into her normal soft ringlets, swayed as her brush ran through it. “I do not think I am … dressed for dancing, right now, Perrin. Perhaps later.” Her dark eyes glittered at him in the mirror; a man could drown in big eyes like that. He expected some gesture of dismissal, as the Aes Sedai normally gave him; instead, she beckoned to a chair on the other side of the room. “Sit down.”

Starting, he came back to himself and walked to the chair, easing himself into it as she continued brushing. Silence stretched, long and uncomfortable; he realized that the room’s flickering lamplight was behind her, now. As her arm worked the brush through her hair, her body flowed minutely, and suddenly he could see her outline beneath the sheer robe, faint but definite. Her curves were tantalizingly indistinct, but when he found himself staring at her, hoping for a better glimpse, he swallowed hastily, looking down.

When he looked up, it was to find her looking at him, with upturned lips that said she was laughing inside. The brush hung, unused, from her hand as she glided towards him, her ageless features set in that calm smile. He reached frantically for words, but she had reached him before he had time to do more than shift uneasily; with a swirl of the robe, she placed herself primly on his knees. She was so light, he thought, dazedly. So light, and so small, and so beautiful that his breath caught in his throat.

“Is this what you were hoping to accomplish, Perrin?” she asked in that musical tone which had so mystified him and his friends before. Now he found it maddening as she sat on him, so close to his arms. Her smile stayed the same, her eyes holding him prisoner, as she wiggled her ass on his knees, causing his entire body to shake with her. “Did you want to have me here, just so, to dandle on your knee?” She sidled closer to him, stopping just shy of resting against his chest. He let out a trembling sigh. Her smile turned sympathetic. “Or had you planned that far ahead?”

Perrin only worked his jaw for a moment, trying to summon up an answer. Dry-mouthed, he said, “This is close to what I was hoping.”

She clapped her hands, a chime of laughter escaping her delicate, ruby lips. Deliberately, she pushed herself into him, her face in his and her tiny behind firmly over his crotch. This close, his eyes could roam over the skin of her face; it was perfectly smooth, unmarred by time and as pale as Egwene’s had been. He fought down the urge to cup her chin in his hands.

“Let me see if I can figure it out, then,” she breathed, her smile never altering, “what you were hoping.” She gave another wiggle, and he groaned, this time, as her small buttocks worked over his hardening manhood. She laughed again, her hands going to his chest and unbuttoning his shirt part of the way; her deft fingers slipped inside to stroke his hairy chest, toned from years of working at the forge. Her thin arms went smoothly inside, allowing her hands to roam up and down underneath his loose shirt. She tweaked one of his nipples, earning a sharp intake of breath from him, and she chuckled softly before moving to unbutton the rest of the woolen shirt.

His arms came up, to hold her to him; her quick hands met them, though, and guided them back down. Moiraine wagged a finger at him, once, still smiling calmly, before moving to slide his shirt off. The garment slid to the floor, and her hands explored him again, going across his thickly muscled shoulders, squeezing the defined biceps in his arms before going around to his back, trailing a finger along his spine. He jumped a bit, and she bounced on him. Laughing once more, she slowly rose. Her head was only slightly over his, even standing.

“Do I begin to approach?” she asked, her eyebrow arching at him again, as her hands went lower, running down his rock-hard stomach, dipping quickly into his belly button before continuing down, to finally rest on his belt buckle. He breathed in short gasps, now; his arms ached to draw her to him, to kiss her. The Aes Sedai did not move her fingers, but suddenly his belt was unbuckled and removed from his breeches, in her hand; she took it slowly and dropped it beside the chair. For once, he did not mind her using the Power near him.

Her smile became a grin, now, a mischievous one which he had seen on her only once before. She undid the buttons of his breeches slowly, one by one; with them all open, she suddenly darted her hand inside, her cool fingers gripping his rock-hard shaft and pulling it up into the open. Perrin sucked in his breath at the feel of her fingers on him; his hips thrust upwards reflexively, rubbing the sensitive skin of his cock against her hand.

Looking at it, she gave a gasp of what seemed delight; her palm stroked it as she moved her other hand down, to caress the tip of Perrin’s hard-on delicately. He arched his head back, closing his eyes at the incredible feeling her fingers were working into him; dimly, he felt one of her hands move down to the base of his shaft, while the other gripped the top half. He opened his eyes again, and looked down to find both of her tiny hands on his cock, kneading it around, working his cock from balls to head with soft but firm strokes.

He moaned, a low sound in his ears, and looked up at Moiraine’s face; she was no longer smiling, but had an expression of fascination on her face as she stared down at his cock, held between her two hands. Her lips were slightly parted, and he could hear her breath coming slightly more quickly, now; her dark eyes were wide, her cheeks a hair flushed. A look of need came over her features as she continued working at his shaft, but she still had the poise to say, “I think I might have found something for you.”

Abruptly she took her hands away from his minutely thrusting penis; he kept on moving his hips for a moment or two before he realized the absence. He did not regret it, though, because of the sight that was unfolding before him.

She had come around to stand directly in front of him, her arms going to the edges of her robe; the Aes Sedai drew them slowly back, apart from each other. In increments, she revealed herself to him, sliding the robe from her until they fell over her shoulders and onto the ground. He forgot to breathe; her pale nudity held him as spellbound as one of her feats of the Power. Creamy skin covered her body, not altering a shade from face to toes; her petite frame held two ample breasts, crowned with small red nipples, hardening in the cool inn’s air. Perrin’s eyes moved down her body, taking in the taut stomach, the slim hips, and the smooth skin that dominated her crotch. She was hairless, there; not so much as a speck of curls marred her curves. Underneath, the cleft of her pussy turned slightly reddish as lips met, showing the faintest glimpse of pink held beneath. A small space separated her thighs, there, before they met again as her sinuously sculpted legs stretched down to the floor.

She smiled, all cool calm again, and beckoned him to her. He stood, towering over as he waddled in his partially removed breeches to stand before her. Taking the top of his head, she pushed him down, to kneel on the floor before her, before thrusting her hips forward.

Perrin had never done anything like this, before, but he somehow knew what she wanted of him. Tentatively, he leaned forward, straining his head so it was level with her crotch; she grabbed his head, seemingly impatient, and pressed it to her, so that his nose pressed into the skin where her pubic hair should have been. Hesitating, he flicked his tongue out, the tip of it just brushing her lips; a shudder raced through her body, and her hands tightened on his head, gathering a handful of his hair. Encouraged, he leaned forward even more, so that his tongue could dart out to part her fleshy pussy.

At first he tasted only skin, if amazingly soft, creamy-tasting skin; after he had worked her lips apart, though, he began to taste a tangy undertone, as the flesh under his tongue became even softer, if that was possible. It felt as though it was moistening; from the way Moiraine was now moaning, soft little cries that barely reached even his ears, it was either hurting her or making her feel amazing. His tongue darted in and out, sometimes running up and down her lips to gather her taste as he grew to like it. She began rocking her hips into him, and he delved a bit deeper; for a moment, it felt as though his tongue was being squeezed further into her now-dripping cunt, before she pulled him away.

He looked up at her, puzzled; she had that needing look in her eyes again. She gestured to the bed, and said huskily, “Lie down.” He did as she commanded, lying in the center of the comfortable bed, and as soon as he was down she was tugging his breeches the rest of the way off, making him as naked as she was. Her hand teased his cockhead for a moment, swirling it around; then, she stepped up onto the bed, standing over him.

She must have seen the momentary hesitation in his eyes; not much escaped her, he should remember. She looked surprised once more, and asked, “You haven’t done this before?” Gulping, he shook his head. She seemed to puzzle that over a moment, and then her calm smile returned. “Well, then, it seems this will be a … learning experience for us both.”

She dropped down to kneel, and one of her legs went over his chest. The naked Aes Sedai slid her crotch down his chest, coming to rest on his belly; smiling that cool smile at him, her eyes dancing, she reached behind herself to grab his hard dick, pointing it straight up. Slowly, smoothly, she lifted her ass up, sitting up on her knees, and inched herself backward; then, with a breath, she eased herself down over him, positioning his cock at her entrance. She slid it around her lips for a moment, gathering moisture; then, she let herself drop down, sheathing him to the balls inside of her in an instant.

Both Moiraine and Perrin moaned at the same time, his a deep grunt of longing, hers a low musical note. He could feel her all around him, hot and wet and so tight that he could barely stand it. His eyes turned to slits as every muscle in his body clenched; his arms reached out of their own accord for her waist, to pull her even farther onto him. Halfway to her, though, his arms suddenly stopped, and were forced back by nothing he could see. She was panting, now, but still smiling, still somehow managing to seem calm, and she lifted a hand to waggle a finger at him once more. His arms were placed gently back onto the bed, and she began to move.

He could only groan as she rode him, rocking her hips back and forth to move his rock-hard rod around inside of her. His hips moved with her, rocking her harder, farther; even sitting on his cock, she felt as though she weighed nothing, as though he should be splitting her in two by even moving inside of her. Her eyes told him that he was far from splitting her, though; they were rolled upwards in her head, unfocused in ecstasy, as her hips moved faster and faster, her hands resting on his stomach as her ass writhed on his crotch, her breasts swaying, begging to be grabbed, squeezed, sucked on. Her mouth stayed open as she continued, uttering cries of an increasingly higher pitch and longer duration.

Suddenly she moved her hands forward, up to his chest, to lean more of her weight down onto him. At the same time, she began lifting herself up and bringing herself back down, taking his rod in and out of her, in and out, at a fast pace. Perrin’s neck spasmed as his head was forced back into the pillows from the feel of it; the alternating tightness, moving up and down his hard shaft, was too much for him to bear. He stared between her arms and her swiftly moving legs to see his penis being swallowed by her dripping cunt lips, seeing his cock being continually sheathed and unsheathed. He realized that he was grunting, hard, now, and her moans had turned to something lower, more guttural. He could feel something building up within him; he strained to hold it back as long as he could.

The Aes Sedai took one hand from his chest to cup her own breast, squeezing it hard as she kept on bouncing; her grunts, somehow still sounding like soft bell’s chimes, seemed to be rapidly approaching some climax, climbing in volume until he thought the whole inn might hear. All at once, she stiffened, letting out a squeal as her pussy tightened enormously around him; he dimly felt her wetness increase, but his mind became a wild tangle of pleasure as the pressure within him released, forced out by her squeezing cunt, and he howled as he felt himself pump warm fluid up into her womb, the cum mixing with her juices and making her squeal once more, with a delighted smile on her face.

They were both panting as if they had run thirty miles; she wearily dropped off of him, to the side of the bed, and he was suddenly released from whatever hold she had had on him. They lay there, side by side, and stared up at the ceiling; he was trying to collect his thoughts, to bring himself back from that wild feeling. He found, though, that it would not leave him; he felt invigorated, as though he had awakened from a long sleep.

“So,” Moiraine said after a time. “Was that everything you had in mind?” He could hear the smile in her voice.

“No,” he said, clearly, strongly, and she started on the bed beside him, confusion and anger on her face. But before she could say anything, he was up and grabbing her to him, his hands roaming over her small, fragile body. He savored the touch of her, and as she opened her mouth to ask him what he thought he was doing, he buried her protest with a rough kiss. Her taste was cool, and sweet; her struggle in the first moments only made it that much sweeter when she gave in, and accepted his tongue into her mouth. He devoured it, devoured her; his hands, running over her body, squeezed her in places that made her gasp into his mouth. Her tiny, firm ass cheeks; her ample, squeezable tits; her taut thighs; her smooth neck. Breaking the kiss, he turned her over, dragging her to the edge of the bed as he stood behind her.

She found the breath for a protest, now. “What are you –“ was all she got out before he had positioned his returned erection. She screamed as he pushed his cock into her sopping fuck-hole, screamed as he rammed himself inside of her as deep as he could go, screamed as his balls slapped against her smooth, hairless crotch. Now he had surely broken her, he thought belatedly, but she managed to get a word out around the scream.

“Yes!”

His hands took a firm grip on her ass as he began fucking her from behind, and she muffled her screams in the bedding, burying her head in it as her dark brown hair bounced along with the rest of her body, on his cock. He grunted and growled as he drove himself into her, again and again, now leaning over her to grab both of her breasts and lifting her up against him as he pistoned into her tight, juicy pussy. She was writhing around him, now, wriggling her ass as he rammed into her so he would come from all different angles; he pushed her back down so he could begin smacking her ass. One smack, two, three; she seemed to love it, and urged him on, crying, “Yes, Perrin, oh, fuck me, spank me, Light, shove that ta’veren dick into my tight little pussy …”

He knew it was coming, and he knew that he could not stop it. With a howl, he began to pound her as hard as he could, slamming her back onto his cock as he thrusted in, throwing her away as he pulled his dick all the way out of her cunt before shoving it back in. He heard her words turn into high-pitched yelps and knew that she was there, as well; with wild abandon, he let go.

Just as hard as the first one, his orgasm ripped through him, sending him thrusting deep into the Aes Sedai’s tight little twat as he came inside of her, she squealing and moaning as she came again, tightening around his cock until he thought she would never let it go. He slumped over her, his head resting over her shoulder, as they both shuddered their last strength out. He felt himself drifting off; realizing he would crush her if he went to sleep like this, he rolled off of her, forcing himself up onto the bed. He felt her wriggle up beside him. When he tried to put an arm around her, though, she sleepily batted it away. So, he thought groggily. Nothing has changed … With that, he sank into sleep.

A few moments later, the door opened to a crack, and a stone-faced man with graying hair held back by a leather cord peeked his head in. One glance at the bed told him all he needed to know; he had thought that must be what was going on, by the feel of Moiraine’s emotions he had gotten through their bond. His mouth quirked in a small smile. “Not who I would have expected, Moiraine Sedai,” he said under his breath, “but then, you never fail to surprise me.” He withdrew his head, and the door closed behind him slowly, without a sound.