Maidens' Game

***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.***


Bloody Aiel. Bloody Maidens. Burned, bloody Rhuarc!!

Mat Cauthon railed inside his head, cursing anything Aiel he could think of. Normally, the words would be spilling out of his mouth, too, and burn the consequences. But this time, there was a small problem, in the form of a ring of steel spearheads, circled around his throat.

He couldn’t even breathe without them coming dangerously close to poking holes in his skin. And the wide, catlike grins on the faces of the women around him didn’t do anything to help the situation.

He fought off the sudden, suicidal urge to sneeze.

“I do not believe,” a woman with blazing red hair began, obviously fighting back laughter, “that I have ever heard of a man actually asking to play Maiden’s Kiss, Matrim Cauthon.” Bain’s dark blue eyes, crinkled with mirth, stared up into his from not too far a distance. Mat was taller than most men, back home; Bain shared that distinction.

Next to her, Chiad giggled shortly before bringing herself back under control. A hand shorter than the other woman, she was the only other Maiden Mat could see without twisting his neck. At least they weren’t veiled. Mat didn’t think they would kill him, unveiled. Then again, the way they were holding those spears, it wouldn’t take much to do it by accident.

Summoning his courage, Mat carefully opened his mouth, wincing slightly at the pricks of pain. “Well, burn me for a fool, then,” he croaked out, and gave them his best smile. Or, what would have been his best smile, had he not been forced to make do with about half the muscles that normally went into one. Light, but those spearheads worried him.

Still grinning at him, Bain took one hand off of her spear and began working it in odd, complex symbols. Mat had seen some of the Maiden handtalk before; he had no idea what she was saying, but he tried to follow the different shapes, hoping to find a clue as to some meaning. Probably deciding with her sisters how best to skewer me like a feastday pig, he thought, his smile slipping a little.

After entirely too long of an uncomfortable silence, they seemed to reach an agreement of sorts. The spears were eased off slightly, giving him room to move his neck, finally. Wary of the sharp points, he turned his head, trying to see who it was he was dealing with.

There was stone-faced Adelin, a decade or so his senior with bright yellow hair; even her lips were quirked slightly. Willowy Careen, her short-cut, dirty blonde hair bouncing as she shook with laughter. Diminutive Enaila, her sea-green eyes studying him appraisingly. Plump-cheeked Jalani, her adolescent face set in a wicked grin. Jolien, her hair just a shade darker than Elayne’s, her eyes roaming up and down his body. Luaine, another sun-bleached blonde, nearly as tall as Bain and just as amused. Curvaceous Sefela, her cadin’sor strained tight around ample bosoms. And even Sulin, her face lined and scarred from years as a maiden, her hair nearly pure white, her grin mischievous.

He faced forward again to find Bain laughing openly, now. Chiad, her reddish-blonde hair shoulder-length, giggled again, and said, “Well, Matrim Cauthon, we have decided on a game for you.” Some of his puzzlement must have shown on his face, because she went on to explain. “There really is not any such game, wetlander. It is just a joke told by Aiel men.” She rolled her gray eyes playfully. “Such a game is simple enough to make, though.”

Suddenly, she darted her head forward, her spear leaving his neck as her lips met his. Surprised, Mat just stood there for a second. Chiad’s firm kiss parted his lips against his will, and her tongue darted inside his mouth to lightly caress his own. All too soon, she leaned back, wiping her mouth, leaving him dazed, standing there.

“That kiss was sub-par, wetlander,” she chuckled, and just like that the spear was back at his throat. He could swear that the others all moved a little bit closer; it felt like blood was just waiting to be drawn.

“Wait a minute, wait just a bloody minute!” he exclaimed. Chuckles sounded from all around him now, and his face went red with embarrassment. “You’ve no call to be starting the game before I’m ready, have you?” His grin returned, wide and as charming as he could make it.

For answer, Bain tilted her head up, moving her lips to his. Prepared this time, Mat met her kiss with one of his own, molding his lips to hers and meeting her tongue halfway. They dueled like that for a moment, tongues slipping and sliding over each other; she tasted spicy, like cinnamon. Unable to enfold her in his arms, as he normally would, he gave as best as he could with his mouth, nibbling softly on her lower lip as she drew back, breathless, with her tanned cheeks flushed.

It took her a moment to compose herself, it seemed. “That was … satisfactory, Mat Cauthon,” she breathed, and the spears loosened a bit.

Unable to keep a smug expression from his face, Mat turned to the next Maiden in the circle. Wiry old Sulin grinned at him, and his lips puckered in anticipation; she really wasn’t at all bad-looking, for a woman her age. His preparation was interrupted, though, by a hand which reached around to give his buttock a pinch. Sulin’s eyebrows raised scandalously as her grin grew wider, and she stood up to take her kiss from him. He had learned his lesson from Chiad, though, and was only surprised for an instant; soon enough he joined in on the kiss, massaging the old Maiden’s tongue inside his mouth as she squeezed through his breeches.

She leaned back down with a smirk on her face, and simply gave a nod of approval; again, the spears receded. He could actually move his neck around, now. Sulin gave his butt one final pinch, and withdrew.

Sefela wasted no time, snaking an arm around his neck and pulling him down to her for a kiss, the spears moving back just enough to give her room. He obliged her gladly, filling her eager jaws with his tongue, darting it this way and that inside of her sweet-as-honey mouth. As she let him go with a sigh, he trailed a kiss along her cheekbone, eliciting a small gasp of pleasure from her full, red lips.

With a small smile, Luaine leaned up to give him a chaste peck on the lips. When he moved to make the kiss more memorable, she laughed and pushed him away with a firm hand on his chest. “That kiss was satisfactory for me, Mat Cauthon,” she said, her amusement undimmed.

“It wasn’t for me, though,” he said, lightheartedly petulant. Things were going his way after all; he could afford to push his luck a bit, he felt.

The blonde warrior’s eyebrow arched slightly, and she gave him a mock-serious expression. “Is the game called Wetlander’s Kiss, Mat Cauthon?” With that, she gestured to Jolien.

She looked to be about Nynaeve’s age, but had none of Nynaeve’s sour, slightly bullying expression; the sort of woman all the riper for having a few more years on her. With a lusty grin, she pulled his head down and assaulted his mouth; Jolien’s tongue forced its way past his, strong and dominating. Maybe she was closer to Nynaeve than he thought. She pulled back, and this time he was the one left breathless. Licking her lips, Jolien stated, “That was … most satisfactory.”

The spears were now half a foot away from his neck, and he could move around fairly comfortably. He turned to the next in the circle, and at his second glance stopped, dumbfounded. Jalani’s green eyes gazed up at him with no hesitation whatsoever, but … her cheeks were still fleshy with baby fat! The woman couldn’t be any older than Eldrin, his sister. Whatever thoughts of protest he might have had, though, were silenced by Jalani’s vigorous full-body kiss.

She pressed herself up against him and pulled his head down to her, her lips working against his, needful. She had dropped her spear completely, and hugged him to her, pressing their loins together with one of her strong hands. From the amused glances the other Maidens gave her, apparently the Aiel did things at an earlier age than he was used to. Unable to resist the advances of a pretty woman, Mat’s own arms went around her as she ground their hips together, and his tongue leapt out to meet hers. He could feel himself harden, and from the extra-firm rub Jalani gave him, she could feel it too. Deciding to be bold, he slipped his hands down her to cup her buttocks, kneading them through the tough hide of her cadin’sor; she was most appreciative, purring into his mouth and redoubling her grinding efforts. All too soon, though, she pulled away, leaving him panting and aroused. He was gratified to note that she seemed just as excited, swaying in place even as she picked her spear back up, her skin a feverish red beneath her orange hair. She just nodded, seemingly not trusting herself to speak.

Enaila was next, her fiery hair stopping at his chest; he had to bend nearly double to reach her lips. Where Jalani had been lusty, Enaila was forceful; while they kissed, tongues fighting for control, she reached a hand down to his breeches and gave his growing manhood a tug through the fabric. When he responded with an involuntary thrust of his hips, she rubbed him up and down, making his normally loose pants bulge with an increasingly well-defined shape. He grabbed her and pulled her close to him, nearly lifting her off the floor; she placed a hand on his chest, though, and pushed herself back, breaking the kiss. “Who am I to keep my sisters waiting?” she said jovially, giving him another squeeze before letting him go.

Turning, he saw Careen already leaning in for her turn. She kept it simple: a sloppy, wet smooch that lasted no more than a second, their tongues darting out to meet each other’s briefly as they shared saliva. She nibbled on his lip before withdrawing; it was a decidedly firm nibble, and he was torn as to whether it was too firm or not.

Marveling that he had already come full circle, Mat turned at last to Adelin, on Chiad’s right. She stopped his movement with an upraised finger, though.

“As amusing as this game is,” she chortled, “we are needed to guard the car’a’carn’s chambers. Some of us will be forced to forego this wetlander’s company for the time being.”

Sulin nodded, and wasted no time in counting off four to accompany her away; Luaine, Careen, Adelin, and Jolien all separated from the group to follow her. The expressions on their faces ranged from pouty to amused; they all bid him farewell, Jolien with an even more enthusiastic kiss. Sulin reached out, whip-quick, and gave his butt a hearty slap before laughing and leading her Maidens away.

That left five in the circle around him. They reached around to place their spears on their backs, standing at ease. Mat was unsure what to do; they all still seemed amused.

Suddenly, Chiad grabbed his cheeks and pulled him towards her. With her tanned skin no more than an inch from his own, he could see the fine curves of her face move as she spoke. “Perhaps you have forgotten, Mat Cauthon, that I did not receive a satisfactory kiss?”

“Not forgotten,” he replied smoothly. “Just thought I only had one chance.”

She gave a deep, throaty chuckle, and said, “No, wetlander, you will have many more chances to prove your worth to us.” Her gray eyes gleamed with a mischievous light as she pulled him the rest of the way to her lips, enfolding her body against his as they probed each others’ mouths. Her taste was different that that of the other Aiel; there seemed to be an undertone of mint that he found intriguing. He devoured her mouth as she did the same to his. When the kiss was broken, they both stepped back, grinning.

He felt a push from his side, and turned to see Bain and Sefela herding him towards the far wall, where a door stood slightly ajar. He laughed and walked on his own, the Maidens shadowing him as he reached the door and swung it open.

Inside was what looked like the sitting room of an unused apartment; couches lined the walls underneath tall, slit-like windows. The sun streamed in on a richly embroidered red and gold carpet, canting off three smooth wooden chairs around a small circular table. These the Maidens casually pushed off to one side, making a wide open space in the middle of the room. Enaila closed the door behind them and drew the bolt with a loud clanking sound. And with that, the Maidens began to strip.

There was no ceremony in it; dark brown and gray jackets and vests fell off of shoulders and onto the floor, while form-fitting pants were peeled off quickly and efficiently. Their weapons were laid down on top of the discarded cadin’sor, and it was all done in less than four seconds. Mat was dumbfounded as their well-muscled skin, stark with tan lines from the Waste’s cruel sun, came into view around him. Dimly, he felt himself come fully erect, but he could only stop and stare.

Enaila was first to finish; her petite, elfin appearance was belied by the hard muscles working under her skin and the fierce expression of lust on her face. Her breasts were little more than teacups with hard, dark-brown nipples. Bain and Chiad, helping each other undress, were revealed in all their glory, their ample bosoms nearly identical in size. Jalani’s entire body still had the impossibly smooth skin of the young, her muscles barely evident, and her boobs perky and obviously not fully developed. And finally, Sefela, her curves longer and rounder than any of her sisters, her melon-sized breasts sagging slightly under their own weight.

Mat’s breath simply left him at the unabashed display of beauty around him; he could not recall the last time he had felt so lucky. And when he glanced down to take in their entire bodies, he saw that each and every one of them had not a trace of pubic hair on their bodies. He had never seen a woman without it before; the sight was unbearably erotic. His erection was now almost painful, straining against his breeches in an attempt to break free.

The Maidens laughed, low, throaty chuckles that left no doubt as to their intentions. Crossing the carpet, they surrounded him again, pressing their naked bodies against him teasingly, tantalizingly. He longed to feel their bare flesh, but each time he reached out with his hands, one of them slapped him away. Sefela took her time, running her nipples up and down his back, cooing as they hardened from the contact. Bain and Chiad took position on either side of him, leaning back against his hips and rubbing their asses on him.

Jalani bent over in front of him and worked her buttocks back against his hardness. Her firm, round cheeks squeezed his bulge between them, causing him to grit his teeth in pleasure. Finally, Enaila’s hands roamed all over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt while massaging his pectorals. Untucking the shirt’s lapels, she brought it fully open and then darted her head in to lick his chest, her tongue leaving wet little smears from his nipples down. Sefela eased up long enough to slide his shirt from his shoulders; she tossed it away, and resumed rubbing herself on him. Her nipples, hardened to points, trailed pleasure all along his back; unconsciously, his hand reached behind and found the soft globe of her left tit, eliciting a low moan from her as he squeezed, ever so gently. She brought a hand around his neck, pulling herself into him and squashing her breasts against his back. His eyes closed at the sensation, even as Bain and Chiad turned to rain kisses down on his shoulders and arms.

The pressure at his crotch left, and he thrusted forward involuntarily before catching himself. But Jalani had only stopped to kneel down, undoing his belt buckle. She slid the belt off of his pants, tossing it aside to land on the windowsill; his buttons were undone in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, he felt several pairs of hands grab him, and he was lowered down to the floor roughly, landing with his head on a cushion one of the Maidens had brought over from the couches. He could see all five around him, standing or kneeling, smiling or merely looking down with a needful expression on their faces. Enaila and Bain bent to grasp his waistband, and Sefela grabbed the legs of his pants. They hauled his clothes off of him in one motion, smallclothes and all.

His hard cock, standing straight at attention, came into view, and now they all smiled with anticipation. Jalani leaned down and gently, almost delicately, grabbed his shaft, tilting it so she could lick the pink, bulbous head. He hissed in a breath; the girl’s tongue traveled all around, along the upraised edges, underneath, and even exploring the dick’s hole, teasing it open slightly. Jalani’s hand was taken away and replaced by Sefela’s mouth; her lips kissed the underside of his shaft, enfolding it in warm wetness even as Enaila kneeled down, her ass high up in the air, to suck on his dangling ballsack.

Mat couldn’t believe the sensation the three were working into him; his muscles tensed spasmodically, toes and fingers clenching and unclenching as the waves of pleasure rolled over him. He looked away from the three sirens devouring his manhood, and saw Bain and Chiad, still standing above him. They grinned wickedly, and then Chiad stepped over him, her feet on either side of his head. She kneeled down, her pink pussy lips coming closer to his face. He could see them spread like flower petals, glistening with moisture in the sun. Chiad let out a guttural moan when he craned his neck to reach them, his lips swallowing her folds as his tongue entered her fuck-hole.

Her sweetness overwhelmed his senses. His eyes peeked out from underneath her dripping snatch, gazing up at her as he licked and sucked on the soft nether folds. He could see her face contort with pleasure, her jaw falling open as she gasped in breath. Chiad’s tits bounced as she swayed back and forth, the red, puffy nipples hard enough to cut glass. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. As he watched, he saw Bain lean in to kiss her; Chiad didn’t seem surprised at all, pushing her head furiously into her first-sister’s passionate kiss. Their arms went around each other; Chiad merely held Bain tightly as she rode Mat’s face, while Bain reached one hand down to cup the shorter woman’s bucking right breast, squeezing and needing quickly, expertly.

Between the show going on before Mat’s eyes, the tangy honey he was devouring, and the loving attention his cock was getting, he was already on the verge of losing it. His control over his body was going, anima grunts issuing from his lips and into Chiad’s cunt, hips thrusting up in to the waiting tongues and lips of the other three. Before he could fall completely over the edge, he forced himself to grab his pulsing shaft away from the three Maidens, and withdraw his mouth from the sopping pussy above him. The surprised grunt from Chiad told all; she peered down at him, as he knew the others must be. His wet lips grinning shamefacedly, he offered his explanation.

“Much more of that,” he said, brining his voice under control, “and this party’ll be on hold for a while.”

Giggles and laughs greeted his admission, and the girls all got up off of him, letting Mat calm himself down a bit. His cock was glistening with saliva; even his sack seemed to shine in the sunlight, his short pubes wetted down to the skin. Just looking at the evidence of all that attention was enough to make him moan softly.

Glancing up at the Maidens was a mistake, if he wanted to calm himself; their toned bodies were intertwined, low moans escaping all five. Bain and Chiad continued their make-out session, with the addition of Enaila; the three-way kiss was sloppy, their tongues meeting in the middles and dancing together, rolling and swaying as they licked lips and entered mouths. Their hands roamed over each others’ bodies, squeezing in places, with an occasional smack on the ass thrown in.

Sefela and Jalani had gone even further, apparently unwilling to wait. They lay a few feet from him, propped up on their elbows with their legs entwined. Their hairless crotches met and rubbed, as the two moved their hips in what seemed a sensuous dance. Bucking their hips, their pussy lips made squishing sounds against each others’; their eyes were slitted as low mewls escaped their mouths. They were fucking each other in the absence of a dick.

After watching the scene for a moment, Mat decided he was ready to give them that dick. Rolling over, he grabbed Jalani’s shoulder, pulling her to him; she came willingly, her expression at once childishly greedy and lustful. Before he could even say anything, she had disengaged herself from Sefela and wrapped her legs around him. He stood on his knees and held her above the floor, as her thighs clamped down on his hips. Sefela moved behind him, running one hand lightly up and down his back as the other rubbed her own clit.

Jalani was having a field day rubbing herself against him; her puffy pink pussy lips were opened around the width of his engorged cock, and she moved herself up and down with her legs, crushing it down against his stomach as she moaned into his ear. Mat’s lust was such that he had to have her, right there, and he had to be in control. Leaning forward, he put her back onto the carpet, holding her down beneath him. One of his hands reached to grab his penis, now covered with some of her juices as well as the Maidens’ spit; it was plenty wet enough, and didn’t need to be anyway. From the way Jalani was writhing around, she must’ve been nearly to the point of begging for it.

Gritting his teeth, he positioned himself at her entrance, and with one smooth stroke, buried his cock deep inside of her. She screamed into his ear, her hot breath tickling him, as the sheer tightness of her enveloped him; he knew he wasn’t her first, but he couldn’t have been far from it. He groaned loudly at the sensation, his head arching back, his eyes closing. Her hands tightened on his back, and her nails dug into him, with enough force that they must’ve drawn blood. He didn’t care; Mat was barely conscious anymore. All of him was poured into the rod that was invading Jalani, making her moan, squeal, purr as he thrusted in and out of her. Her powerful legs crossed behind his buttocks, and flexed, pulling him deeper and deeper as their cries became faster, louder.

It had never been this fast, before. Always, with one of the village girls, or the young maid in Caemlyn, or even the bold women in the bathhouses of Shienar, it had been slow, sensual, gentle, as he wooed them further. Faced with the Maidens’ ferocity, he found that he couldn’t imagine ever having sex any other way. He pounded into Jalani as hard as he could, and far from telling him to “slow down” or “be gentle”, she urged him on with the fire in her green eyes and the sounds of pleasure bursting from her throat. He shut her up with a rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way past hers; he quickened the pace, and she broke the kiss, gasping and pulling him closer as her cries climbed higher and higher in pitch.

She spasmed underneath him, screaming and writhing as she came powerfully. He could feel her juices overflowing, forcing their way out past his cock to spatter his balls and drip onto the carpet; her pussy clenched tightly around him, squeezing him, milking him for a moment that seemed an eternity before he let himself go. His mind shut itself down as his dick shot rope after rope of semen into her young womb, filling her with seed pent up since before the Battle of Falme. She cooed sexily as he collapsed on top of her, and drew him down for a kiss as she flexed her cunt muscles again, drawing the last dribble out of him. The kiss was long, smooth, and satisfied.

Hands on his back brought him back to reality, and he raised himself off of Jalani shakily as Sefela rolled him onto his back. He propped himself up on his elbows to look at Sefela’s naked form, her auburn hair falling in waves down to end just above her impressive bosom. The busty Maiden was on her hands and knees, and was slowly kissing down Jalani’s sweaty body, drawing gasps from the still-breathless girl. Past the stomach, past the navel, and down into the crotch, slick with her cum; Sefela lapped it up greedily, moving all the way down to kiss the distended lips, her tongue darting in to taste the mixed sex juices. The young girl smiled, spent but still feeling the pleasant intrusion; Sefela withdrew from her crotch, and looked up to grin into her half-closed eyes, before turning to Mat.

Crawling on hands and knees, she came to him, that sexy grin firmly in place on her glistening lips. He could only stare as she bent to his now flaccid dick, staying on all fours as she flicked out a tongue to lick cum off of it. His penis was a mess of mixed fluids, but Sefela didn’t even hesitate before moving down to take its head into her mouth. Slowly, she swallowed the limp snake, her lips tight around his skin as she sucked it dry. She began bobbing her head up and down, the dick bending with the motions of her head; soon, it began to harden again. Mat could feel the blood rushing up into his sensitive prick; it almost hurt, having it restored this soon, but it was a pain he could deal with. His hands reached up to enter her hair, sifting through it before grabbing her head and guiding her on his dick, forcing her to take it farther down her throat as it came erect; she made loud slurping noises as he began bucking up into her head, fucking her face with his returned hard-on.

Finally she drew back, breaking his grip easily as she gasped deeply, regaining her breath. She remained near enough to squeeze her jug-sized tits together around his cock, shaking them up and down, massaging him with the soft skin of her breasts. He could’ve endured that for hours, but suddenly a voice interrupted.

“You two have been hogging the wetlander cock,” Enaila laughed from above him and Sefela. “It’s my turn, now.”

Sefela sat up without debate, seeming to not be put out at all. Enaila placed one hand on his chest and gave him a shove, putting him flat on his back on the carpet, as she squatted down to stroke his throbbing erection. Her legs spread wide on either side of him, she lowered her ass directly above his crotch, her wet slit gaping open; without further ceremony, she placed his cock at her entrance and dropped down, impaling herself on his long pole. She gave a low, guttural moan and leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to balance herself as she ground against him. Her shock of red hair was tangled with sweat and fell over her face, veiling her eyes but leaving her mouth in plain view. She bit her lower lip, moaning quietly as she rode him like a bull; for his part, he was happy to roil her around, thrusting up at every angle he could to try and make her cry out as his cock explored her tiny frame.

Tanned legs appeared kneeling on either side of his face, and he had time only for a brief gasp of breath before Sefela’s pink cunt covered his mouth. He could look up and see the crack of her ass, the tiny puckering anus only an inch from his eyes. Shoving his tongue deep into her, he ignored the shakes that suddenly swept her body and wrapped his arms around her legs, hands reaching up to pry apart her firm ass cheeks. He moaned deeply into Sefela’s quivering folds as he felt Enaila begin pounding down onto him, harder and harder; his questing fingers worked around to finally reach the asshole, and he teased his index finger into it slightly, vibrating it around.

Sefela moved back into his hand, forcing his finger farther up her tight bung. With her off his face for a moment, Mat could look up to see her leaning over into Enaila. Her bouncing breasts blocked his view, but it looked like they were kissing each other. Muffled shrieks spilled out of Enaila’s now-open mouth, and Sefela herself was moaning and working her ass, moving it back down to his mouth so he could eat her out some more. He was happy to oblige, his tongue darting back inside of her while his finger continued its exploration of her anus; from the way she swiftly came, she must have liked it. No more than a minute later, she arched her back and cried out passionately, bucking down and burying his tongue and finger inside of her as her muscles clenched. With a sigh, she slid off of him to the side, collapsing next to Jalani, who wasted no time in drawing her close.

Enaila was still riding him, and with nothing blocking his view, Mat could see that she was enjoying it immensely. Her eyes were slits of gray-blue, her mouth wide open in a lustful grin as she breathed heavily. They locked eyes, and his hands went to her waist, pulling her down onto his cock with wild abandon. Her breath came more quickly, her lips now an O as she struggled to contain herself. Suddenly sitting up fluidly, Mat drew her body to him, pressing her firm, small breasts against his chest as he pumped upwards into her, his cock brushing the entrance to her womb. He could go no further, but pistoned up anyway. With his hands down, kneading her ass cheeks together while she fucked herself against his long, throbbing tool, he finally made her cry out in ecstasy and hug him close to her as she came. Her writhing became more frantic for an instant, before she sagged into him, gasping for air and still moaning as the aftershock of her orgasm squeezed his still-buried cock. Almost, she brought him to his own climax; quickly, he withdrew from her, lifting her off of his lap to kiss her collarbone, the side of her neck, the lobe of her ear. She stroked his back appreciatively, before sliding off to join Sefela and Jalani, who were engaged in slow, sensuous petting.

Grinning jauntily, Mat got up to see to the two he hadn’t brought off yet. Again, he was greeted by a new and intensely erotic sight.

Bain lay on the floor with Chiad on top of her. Their heads were buried in each others’ crotches; he could see Chiad’s soaking twat spread apart, Bain’s two forefingers inside as she licked her first-sister’s engorged clit. They were both moaning copiously, obviously already close to coming even without him; indeed, they seemed to have forgotten about everyone else entirely.

Time to change that, Mat thought with a chuckle, and he rose to cross the room to them, kneeling down beside Bain’s head. She looked up in surprise as he gently removed her fingers from Chiad’s fuck-hole, but she only grinned at him when she saw what he had in store. His hands went around Chiad’s hips, raising her up, and she made a querulous sound around Bain’s pussy even as he was positioning his cock; with a swift thrust, he sheathed it inside of her, winning a shriek of surprise as he penetrated her depths to the hilt. Drawing back out slowly, he slammed it back in, again and again, making her squeal with passion into Bain’s dripping fuck-hole. For her part, Bain was lifting her head up so she could still dart her tongue out, licking Chiad’s clit while Mat pounded her mercilessly.

As he looked at Chiad’s sweat-covered, shuddering backside, Mat felt her begin to shake around him, and a moment later she came hard with an earsplitting shriek. Girl-cum squirted out of her and into Bain’s waiting, ready mouth; heavily, Chiad leaned forward, letting his dick pop out of her with a wet smacking sound. Bain’s face came back into view, and her tongue was now darting out to lick and suck his balls. He was having none of it; he needed to come, and soon. Unthinking, he moved back so he could haul Bain out from under Chiad by the shoulders. She giggled as he bent her over and reached around to grab his slick cock, positioning it herself. He looked down, surprised, to find that she was putting it up to her spit-covered asshole.

“I like it a bit differently, Mat Cauthon,” she said, her head craned back to look into his face, and with that pushed the head of his erection into her waiting anus.

It was amazingly tight, almost painfully so; even with all the spit and cum that lubricated both of their privates, he could only enter her a bit at a time. His attention was all on trying not to cum immediately; she was the one who rocked her ass back, little by little. One inch, two; three, four, five, six inches went into her tight ass, and she moaned low and loud with each successive one. Suddenly, she arched back and her groping hands pushed him down, onto his back; she followed, keeping his cock in her bung as she spread her legs, gaining traction so she could move her ass up and down.

His shaft was being milked quickly and efficiently; she managed to get two more inches in, before they could go no further. Slowly, with increasing speed, Bain rode his cock, taking it in and out of her clenched asshole, her throaty cries echoing in the small room. It was more than Mat could take.

He thrust up deeply into her once, twice, burying himself as far as he could go through instinct. Then, with infinite relief, he let himself go; Bain mewled with pleasure as he came powerfully up into her bowels, the warm liquid overflowing inside of her. He drained himself of more than just semen; his vision was fading, and he felt a small smile cross his lips as his eyes closed fully. Dimly, he felt Bain slowly standing up off of his fast-softening penis, and felt someone’s lips start to lick it clean as Sefela had; then, he knew no more.


He woke naked in his own bed, his clothes in a messy heap on the floor. Bolting upright, his eyes scanned the room; had it all been a dream? It had been so vivid …

His breathing was calming when he saw the note on his dresser. Crossing the room, he made out a fine, studied style of handwriting, scratched out on a yellowing piece of paper.

Mat Cauthon:
We have enjoyed this game. You play very well. Perhaps you are not a master of it yet, though. The third round is essential to satisfaction. Still, we may enjoy more games in the future.

He laughed ruefully. Bloody Aiel, was his first thought. His mind corrected him, though, and he collapsed back onto his bed laughing hysterically. Bloody women!