#lanfear x reader

Low on the plains of the mountain sat a small village, huddled in fear of the raging battle occurring on the slopes above. No one tried to shush herself more than the woman engaged in her labor, pressing out a small, curled child with the help of a mid-wife. Born feet first, head last. Pain, danger, and sickness awaited most women with a child born breach. The wisdom tasked with assisting feared no such thing, carefully guiding each leg, then arm, then twisting the head as the child, a girl, was pushed forward.

Years after the birth, you still wondered at the improbability of your survival, your mother's health at the end of the pernicious event. The wisdom had spoken, rather cantankerously, of a fable passed down over the centuries. A child born head last did so due to the weight of the past life, the past memories of the individual who must carry on knowing too much of the world to ever be enamored by its entrappings. You never cared to describe, in painful detail, how true that fable had been.

Each step of your journey from the village, to the White Tower, to Ishamael's eventual incarceration of you was imbued with the tragedy of knowing. Even dreaming, the danger of entering the realm of which you yourself had once fearlessly traversed, was never so simple.

Cold bit hard into your side as you opened your eyes to a place you'd never been. Snowy peaks struck out from the ground, vibrant blue, green and pink bleeding the sky in undulating shapes and patterns. Your body, safely slumbering in the White Tower after Ishamael's demise, would still be harmed by an attack here. But the smoothness of her voice killed any desire to run.

"Beautiful, no?" Lanfear murmured, drawing up from behind as you lowered yourself to a boulder.

You paused, letting the silence act as cover, staring for one, long moment, with unreserved memory. She hadn't changed, you thought, tracing the long line of her dress. It filled you with comfort, that the exterior was the same, even if her interior was altered.

"I wondered at how long you were taking, Mierin." you answered, eyeing her with a composed, assertive knowing.

Her step faltered, face blanking at the title. And then she continued, sitting down primly upon the boulder beside you. You had your reasons for ignoring her Forsaken title, but even if you didn't, the play was sharp enough that it destabilized her.

"So Ishamael wasn't lying when he said that you remembered." she slowly mused.

A sad smile broke upon you face, letting her quietly compute her next play. He'd been shocked, disturbed even, by how unafraid you'd been. His promises of the dark each quickly dissected as he cast them, watching as your past knowledge of both him and his arguments left nothing to be said, nothing new, anyways. You'd been Ishamael's friend, long before you had become the Phoenix reborn. And it didn't surprise you that he had eventually turned to Lanfear for help.

"He was rusty with his deals, too eager, too impatient," you answered, watching the light from the sky draw slow over her dark, fur-covered form, "I didn't hear any new ideas, no new ploys. Even the Dragon, Rand, as I now know him, didn't find temptation he hadn't face before."

"Yes, well. Ishy had a way of avoiding adapting to the times." she smirked, throwing her head back and letting her long locks tease the boulder.

She'd try something new, you realized, looking at her face. More accurately, she was trying something new, dressing in a fur form fitting enough to still show her frame, but practical enough that she could enjoy the beauty of her chosen location within Tel'aran'rhiod: the realm of dreams.

"Well, I can't say that I'm too upset by Ishamael's death, he was always so emotional, so gloomy about everything-"

"Oh come off it, Mierin." you snarled, eyes pinned to the northern lights, avoiding the sardonic smirk that grew on her face the more she spoke of your dead friend.

"What? You know, you remember."

The toe of your boot dug hard into the snow of Tel'aran'rhiod, pressing into the cold until the fury smoldered down to a low sizzle. Even in your past life, the phoenix as they'd called you, the female companion power to Lews Therin's monstrosity of force, you'd never once called the Forsaken by their names. You'd refused, claiming that calling them by their new names would only bring them power. Ishamael, the title the dark one had given Elan, it twisted his very nature. You'd known him as sensitive, caring, searching for the happiness of his friends, coping quietly with the pain of his unrequited love with Lews. And you'd been his twin, wishing softly after Mierin, pining without relief as she and Lews danced around each other like two celestial bodies in a gravitational death spiral.

With the three of them, as it had been in the beginning, chaos had been a constant. The three body problem, a physics rooted phenomena, pushed into something more stable with your presence. You could empathize with Elan's darkness, his hidden pain and anxiety. And when Mierin and Lews had been two busy building their own world as the private rulers of all power and joy, the two of you built a world of mutual understanding, perseverance.

"You never understood him like I did. I don't appreciate how you leave no room for me to grieve." you answered, biting back the slow rising pressure in your throat.

"No, no. You two were always off in la-la-land together, you can't blame me for the lack of invitation."

"As if you and Lews weren't always in yours?" you snapped, throwing her a sharp glare. "I have never understood how you could be so insensitive. Really, even Lews knew when he was taking it too far."

"Oh, so I'm the bad guy, yeah?" Lanfear smirked, leaning in.

Even in the dark you saw how she'd rubbed black eyeshadow into the crease of her eye, creating dark pools in the space where her eyes should be. You hated it, lashing out with the one power and pushing her into a memory of her appearance instead. White robes, dark hair pulled back, kind and bare features. Features quickly marred by a scowl.

"Really? You still won't accept that I've changed?"

Black robes and even darker makeup replaced the work you'd done, leaving nothing but a caricature of the woman you'd so piteously loved across two lifetimes. It was a quick play of power, both of you assessing how much you could affect the other in this mutually dangerous world.

"I don't want to see a face I don't recognize mocking my dead friend." you said, managing to sound almost dignified.

"You know I chose my name, right?" she sighed, letting her shoulder bump yours as she adjusted.

Blue and green blurred softly in the sky, playing with each other like slow dancers, waltzing slow over the starry sky.

"Daughter of the night, yes." you translated, taking a deep breath in.

"Like this night." she continued, one hand slowly wrapping around your back, gentle enough that you didn't pretend to flinch.

"It's the only name that I didn't mind hearing," you whispered, throat going hoarse as the lump slowly grew, "I couldn't stand hearing Ishamael, even from Lews. 'Betrayer of Hope?' Light, it made me sick to my stomach knowing Elan was being called that."

Lanfear nodded, picking up one the delicate state of your emotions. She knew that sensitivity, sympathy had never been her strong suit. But she knew better than she'd ever admit when you were upset. Elan got depressed, sulking in his room and refusing to resolve the problems. But you, well. Most of the time you came to her before the problem ever began, fighting her head on with the regenerative fire you were named after. It was when you'd stopped fighting that had concerned her most.

"I do miss him. But you have to understand he wasn't the man he led you to believe he was." she sighed, watching the aurora's glow play gently over your face, "But he knew you never gave up on us, would never stop trying so long as you believed. And it's touching, that you still do."

"I can't believe he's actually gone." you answered after a pause, "That he won't come back after the turn of the Wheel, that it'll never be us four again in some classroom, cracking up at something stupid Lews says about the teacher."

With a gentle hand Lanfear reached out, wiping tears you'd been trying to ignore with the end of her sleeve. She was trying to be sensitive, trying to let you grieve as you'd asked. It was still strange, watching a new face struggle with memories that didn't belong to it, but Lanfear knew that only the Phoenix, only her old friend could ever speak so gravely about the past.

"It was never going to be the same, love."

The rasp in her voice drew your face up, right to a pair of softer eyes, glowing deep blue in the dim light.

"But it didn't have to be this sad." you shrugged, wrapping your own arm around her back in return.

Trust. Fragile, and built on reminiscing, but enough to build on.

"It doesn't have to be, not forever."

"Is that hope?" you weakly laughed, letting her wipe your teary nose.

"I'm just trying to win your good graces, alright? I've never been skilled at it, you know this." she laughed, cupping your face in a gloved hand.

"You've always been better at it that you know."

The admittance felt gentler than you'd expected, devoid of the undertone you thought would've slipped through. And yet the airiness of your tone wasn't enough, Lanfear's eyes still sparked with a question, that same intuitive light you'd dreaded in similar conversations.

"What did you and Elan really have in common? I mean, when we were younger it was all very different, I spent more time with you than I ever did Lews, for girl-talk."

You smiled, trying to play off the spark of anxiety brewing in your gut.

"Well, when you and Lews started getting serious, we didn't really have a choice. We had too little in common to be close, like Lews and he, or you and me, but we had too much in common to branch out."

It was a terrible answer, and Lanfear knew that. Sooner or later you'd have to be brave and admit the truth to her, but you had some immunity, at least right now.

"Elan loved Lews, I know that. But it's not like you did, did you?" she narrowed her eyes.

"Of course not!" you gasped, face screwing up in mortal terror, "Eww, I never, ever felt that way. He was a total player, was always searching after everyone's attention. And he only attained that because he was powerful and ambitious and pretty, in that boy way."

"So you did get the appeal. I always wondered." Lanfear smirked, using the cold as an excuse to lean in.

There was no reason for you to reject the embrace, to blindly pretend this encounter wasn't just another night spent together, spread out between lectures and drunk meetings in Elan's dorm room. Still it felt weird, being this close to her after so long, in a body that didn't know her like your mind did.

"It was never Lews that I was looking at like that. I think everyone knew it." you answered, managing to keep the sour note out of your voice.

"Yes, yes. I know. You were too busy bedding that psychiatrist, what was her name?"

"Graendal." you dead-panned.

"Oh, so now we're using the names of the Forsaken?"

"I don't want to get into it right now."

The thought alone of Graendal, Kamarile Nindar, as you knew her by, left a bitter note in your mouth. You loved her, not in the one-sided way you'd been afflicted with by Mierin, but solidly infatuated. Her betrayal, the suddenness with which she turned to the Dark, the second after Mierin, had left a crater-sized hole in your heart. If your memory served you right, they'd both been at the Collum Da'an research institute when the Bore had released the Dark One. Lanfear had once said she'd done it for survival, but you knew more cowards that died heroes that day than you knew disciples of the dark.

"I didn't start dating Kamarile for years after we were Accepted, you know that, right?"

"Yes, I do," she nodded, scooting even closer, "But I don't know of anyone else you ever had your eye on, and I know you needed a substantial connection with Elan to put up with his love life of despair."

"Well, I did."

The mountaintop was so peaceful, though you were sure that was Lanfear's doing. The lights so bright, the world so sheltered. It was odd to say you felt safe in Tel'aran'rhiod because of Lanfear, but you did. Even as the most powerful female channeler in all known memory, powerful enough to be revered as the Dragon's twin, Lanfear had never felt any less capable to you.

"Do you remember when we were novices, and I had that block?" you asked, resting your head on her fur-covered shoulder.

"Yes, the one they beat out of you." she nodded.

"The beatings didn't work, though. That's not what did it for me."

You felt your heart slightly accelerate, swallowing thickly. There was no subtle way to engender this conversation. It was too beautiful, too peaceful to let such a moment of clarity between the two of you go wasted. One lifetime you'd kept your love for Mierin a secret. But now? It wouldn't make a tangible difference. She would still pursue you for the dark, you would still search and fight as valiantly as you could for the right lever to drag her back into the light. A love confession? Well, it would be messy, and probably hurt you more than it hurt her by a significant margin, but you'd never regret the lost time in this life as you had in the last.

"You came into my room one night, after that awful Aes Sedai with the limp beat me into hysterics, and I remember how you just held me while I sobbed like a baby." you laughed, twirling your ring around your finger.

It wasn't a fond memory, the beating, but the aftermath was. Lanfear smiled as you told the story, hand stilling your fidgeting fingers as you talked.

"I told you that I couldn't harness it, that I was so scared I was going to lash out and hurt someone like I did the first time I touched the source. And then you showed me…"

"…Showed you how to make the flower, yes," she finished, thumb grazing over your palm, "Purple, like the ones in your town. I remember."

You watched slowly as she carefully drew upon the power, crafting the delicate petals of a crocus, blooming slow in her palm. A twin flower emerged in yours, growing to and towards her, reaching with white and purple flesh to touch its growing sister. Tears sprung fresh to your eyes, relief at being understood, grief that the only one who would ever know and respect the magnitude of the past life in your skull was still a sworn enemy of the light.

"I have never once believed that I was any more brilliant than you."

A shock of power stunted the crocus in Lanfear's hand, momentarily flaring the petals into danger of deformation.

"Really?" she flatly asked.

"Mierin, please. From the beginning I never enjoyed the immensity of my power, the ocean of depth that was always buried at the fringes of my control."

"Yes, and we all suffered for it."

Lanfear's crocus withered into nothing, bitterness growing in the silence created by it's death.

"You were better than I was in every subject, and you got none of the credit because I, Lews and I, did it bigger and better by the time our slow selves got around to cracking it," you sighed, reaching for her hand as she moved to pull away, "I saw."

Lanfear didn't pull away, but you felt the tendon in her forearm tense. This subject was still raw, even three thousand years later. The reassurance was most certainly too little, too late, but that wasn't your main goal.

"What I'm trying to say here, and struggling spectacularly at, is that Elan was always looking at Lews."

Your entire chest was on fire, and even though this was the dream realm, you still felt like you were probably going to throw up.

"And I… I was looking at you."

The aurora didn't shatter, flicker and spin into some hideous, desert abyss like you had feared. The stars above twinkled dimly, a galaxy bleeding out a hazy yellow-brown across the night sky. And Mierin, beautiful, haunted and tormented Mierin, was staring at you like you'd hung them.

"… How long did you feel this way? How long, do you still…"

You managed a nod, grinding your teeth to suppress some stupid gulp as the bile in your throat slid down again.

"Elan and I…" you began, toes returning to the snow for support, "We understood the other's pain. And we didn't try to fix it for the other, that's why we got along."

"Please don't direct this back from what you've just said," Lanfear sighed, looking at you with something akin to pity, "I've waited three thousand years to see you again, and that grants you more patience than you think."

It gave you pause, to hear her address the wait. Three millennia, and you knew it wasn't truly you that she missed the most. Rand, sweeter, and more naive than Lews, surely he was her goal. A friend, yes you two had been friends, maybe best friends at some point. But enemies before you'd parted ways in the past life.

"I loved you, and I still do, though it's complicated now-"

"-By Graendal, no, Kamarile."

You laughed, amused at her thought process. Lanfear always saw conflict as a chessboard of envy and jealousy, each person fighting for the same few select prizes on the board. And to some degree, life was like that. But beyond petty squabbles existed very real evil.

"It's complicated because you're Forsaken, and you've never felt the same." you sighed.

"No, I never said that."

The air left your lungs, wheezing out in front of you, frozen in the air. She merely stared back, meeting you blow for blow with unfettered honesty.

"You didn't." you managed.

It was never a good sign to see Mierin smirk in response to one of your expressions. It meant, very probably, that you were gaping like a fish out of water. But her laugh felt nicer than that. A stray wind cut hard into your back, pressing you into her embrace as you sought warmth on the mountaintop.

"Darling, if I'd known. If… You have no idea how much it infuriated me to see you with Kamarile at the Collum Da'an."

"Well Lews had just broken up with you a few months into our relationship." you frowned, playing the denial card to see if she'd divulge more.

"The biggest heartbreak of your life and your best friend finally finds her match in some perfection-obsessed, puritanical and perfect doctor I see every day?" she scoffed, "Of course I was going to be upset, but that isn't…"

It was cold, that was your excuse for burying your arms and hands in her coat, shielding yourself from the cold as best you could. You wanted to be close to her, as close as you could, even if it made you look love-sick and desperate.

"I saw your appeal, alright?" Lanfear managed, blinking rapidly at the thought.

It hadn't been one-sided. The despair of the realization twisted your face into something ugly, pained. And she reached forward, wrapping you hard into her arms, making up for lost time.

"The three body problem, we've become the three body problem." you lamented, breathing shakily into her shoulder.

"We always were," Lanfear sardonically laughed, "It was a friend group comprised of love triangles, even before you joined Elan, Lews and I."

Three orbital masses, as you'd studied in your past life, could never functionally exist in physics without destruction of one or more of the masses, or risk spiraling away from each other permanently. And with Elan gone… You knew what pain would await you now in this next life.

"Mierin…"

"Baby, just kiss me." she whispered, cupping your face with a tender hand.

It wasn't a kiss like you had expected it to be: rushed, passionate and doomed with the subtext of tragedy. It was softer, pressed gently upon your lips with a tenderness you'd never attributed to Lanfear. Your bones bled with eudaemonic grief, shocked by the cold and warmed by the warmth radiating from her body against yours. Salt dripped down from her cupids bow, tears she cried silently into the embrace.

It was like kissing a lover after the first night spent together, tender relief at their presence, anxiety over the existing fragility of your affair. You had never felt more fragile in someone's arms, ready to leap into ecstasy or tormented bewailing at her touch.

"Don't let me wake up." you murmured in between what was becoming regular patterns of kisses.

"I don't have control over that," she answered, a hand curling into your coat, "But I'll see that we have our space every night."

Lanfear was pulling you into her lap the longer you remained, coaxing you in between slowing kisses. You could feel how thin the veil was getting, daybreak would approach soon, though this realm remained perpetually shrouded in night's Boreal adorned light. Her arms were tight around your waist, and you wished, shutting your eyes tight at the thought, that they would remain when you woke.

"Graendal will try her hand at you, now that the Forsaken are released." Lanfear warned, using the remaining time to her advantage.

"Then make it difficult for her." you murmured, brushing her dark hair away from her face.

"You're in the White Tower, dear. She can just as easily find you there-"

"-So ruin that for her. There are Black Ajah in the tower, Ishamael's grip on me before his death made that crystal clear. If you're there too…"

"I can't be." she shook her head, nose resting against yours. "I wish I could, love. But she must try her hand at you, at least to learn that she can't, that someone else has leverage."

Her words were given no time to ruminate on, any contemplation brushed smoothly away as she cupped your face, eyes soft as Tel'aran'rhiod slowly shifted into dawn, mirroring the fast approaching awakening awaiting you in the White Tower.

"Find me, please," you whispered, nose brushing hers, "I'm Accepted now. I'll leave the tower, even if… Please, I can't waste this life spending it fighting you."

"Darling, you never fought me," she whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your brow, "That's why you died. You didn't want to lose your friends, and Lews wanted to ensure the world had no room for us to waver, if we did ever turn from the dark."

The memory of your death, the last few months before the memories of your past life went dark, where all jumbled and confused. Grief, despair, exhaustion. You knew you'd fizzled out before Lews, though the histories were never in agreement when.

"I don't remember my death."

"Good," she breathed, drawing a hand down your back, "I wouldn't wish that burden upon you."

"Who killed me?" you asked, betraying no anxiety at the subject.

"Well, Graendal used your natural hope that she was merely forced to join the dark, though none of us ever were, to lure you away, alone. Ishamael dealt the blow. And that's when Lews stopped referring to any of us by our former names."

It didn't hurt to hear her say it, but you laughed anyways, shaking your head as you connected the dots. Ishamael, what a fitting, terrible name. And you'd thought, even in this life, that there had still been hope for him.

"How did Rand kill him then? I hope it wasn't painful." you sighed, curling into her arms as you watched the rising sun drift over the horizon.

"A sword. He died quickly, dove. As he killed you."

Her hand drifted slowly over your neck, fingers tracing a line. And then you knew, as her eyes grew misty watching the motion of your throat, how he'd done it. And you knew, with quiet relief, that she had wanted no part in it.

"You haven't called me that in years." you smiled.

"Dove? Well, it's been three thousand years."

"Before that, birdie." you shook your head, pleased to see she was unconsciously lessening the severity of her makeup.

"Hmm."

"I'll wake soon?" you sighed, watching pink clouds appear in the sky.

"Just rest awhile whenever you want to see me. I'll keep any of the others from entering your mind."

"Only Ishamael was powerful enough to do it, and you were deceptive enough."

"Don't speak his name ever again. It throws the world out of balance to hear the Phoenix say it so carelessly, with such conviction."

"I would never call you by your Forsaken name, even if you begged me to." you answered her quiet anxiety, watching as the dawn made every fine line of her face visible to you.

Lanfear smiled, eyes crinkling with warmth. She knew as well as you what that would mean, that you no longer cared to hope Mierin could emerge from the cruel woman who'd taken her place. It was why she loved you, entrusted herself so willingly to a meeting in Tel'aran'rhiod, where she knew even in your inexperience, that you could harm her. She kissed you firmly, letting herself hide her tears in the embrace for as long as she could. Even when you slowly dissipated, returning to the waking world, she still clung to your spectre, wishing for just a few more minutes.

Hope was a currency none had offered Lanfear in many, many horrible years. It bled into her bones as she sat in the mountaintop world she'd chosen, beautiful and perpetually preserved by civilizations inability to yet grasp the frozen peaks. No one can walk so long in the dark that they cannot remember the light, she bitterly thought. And tonight she'd tasted it, held a friend, a partner in life and quiet love for the first time in many, many lonely nights.

She watched the ground beneath her feet glow in the morning light, and wished, as gently as she could, for a small ring of crocus flowers to grow out. Purple, white, green. Bursts of yellow at the center, cheerful and delicate.

The air was thick with stillness, as though the very world had been caught in some vast and invisible web. You tried to breathe, but it felt as if your lungs had filled with water, each inhale sluggish and heavy. Your body would not move. Not a finger, not even a twitch of your lips. You were aware, painfully aware, yet trapped, adrift in a bottomless darkness that wasn’t quite sleep, yet not quite waking.

A glow lingered at the edges of your vision. Blue and silver, flickering like the last glimmer light of dusk across deep water. The Source. You couldn’t see it fully, but you felt it thrumming against your skin, threading into you like the cool roots of an icicle, boring into your skull. And within that glow, you felt her.

Lanfear.

Her presence pressed against your mind with a quiet, inexorable weight, cool as polished steel, sharp as glass. She was close, closer than she had ever been. Her voice brushed against you, not spoken aloud but resonating inside your chest. Do not fight it. The more you struggle, the deeper you will sink.

You wanted to rage, to command her to undo whatever it was she had done to you- but you couldn’t. Your tongue was like lead, your lips dry and unmoving. Your body, bound in heavy, all-consuming stillness. All you could do was lie there as her shadow bent over you, the scent of rain-damp stone and winter air coiling around her like another kind of power.

“You are between,” Lanfear murmured softly, this time aloud, her lips almost at your ear. They brushed against the soft skin there, her voice sweet like freshly spun honey “Neither dreaming, nor waking. A dangerous place to linger… unless guided.”

Her fingers brushed your temple, deceptively gentle. A pulse of the One Power shivered through you, chilling and intoxicating at once. You realized with a sudden, helpless shiver that she wasn’t holding you captive by accident. This was her doing.

And you could not decide if you wanted her to release you at once, or maybe never let you wake at all.

The dream which took you came in waves, wrapping you in sea foam and dragging you into its tides. You felt her then. The ripples of magic that undulated above you, washing over every subtle dip and rise of your body, lulling you into its spells. Warm sand beneath barren feet, sun baring down from above. And Lanfear's fine strands of hair brushing over your cheek, a gentle caress. Something beneath you seemed to dip, and then her legs found yours. Skin against skin, pulse on pulse.

"Just follow my voice, darling… Let me help you."

The void around you begun spinning, swimming, as if you were floating through the endless worlds of your own mind. Her hand found your thigh, and the realization of your apparent state of undress hit you. But still, there was no way for you to move, no way for you to escape what was happening to you. And no way for you to know whether you truly wanted to or not.

Her soft fingers continued its journey across your skin, steady and slow. Like a lullaby. The pads of her fingers, caressing you, so deceptively gentle you might've believed she actually loved you. But Lanfear didn't love anyone, that much your encounter with her had taught you. Her power still thrummed at the back of your mind, a well reminder of that fact. And yet, you found yourself slowly but surely being drawn in by Lanfear's skilful deception.

Your still unmoving body seemed to soften ever so slightly beneath her touch, and as soon as you felt that shift, a thundering mass of noise erupted around you, coiling around you and weighing down. And then silence. A desert unfurled before you. Dunes upon dunes stretching out before you, reaching into the horizon with arms of hot, scalding sand beneath blue skies.

Tel’aran’rhiod.

The sun blazed down on you, assaulting your sensitive eyes with its insistent rays of fire. It had been so long since your eyelids had been allowed to part and give way for any sort of light, you felt almost reborn now with this newly granted gift of sight. For a moment, the thrill and relief of freedom washed over you, your breath hitching in excitement. But then she was on you once more, crushing that tiny seed of hope with her own heavy weighing presence. Her legs found your own in a tangle of limbs, drawing you even closer.

You gasped meekly, you're still clumsy eyes flitted about her form looming over you, trying to focus and catch her face with your gaze. And in the blur of her features, you swore you could see the subtlest hint of a smile. "This place… It can be whatever you want it to…" She rasped, leaning in as you vision continued fighting for focus. Her soft lips found your ear, warm breath fanning over your throat. It tickled slightly, making your entire body stiffen in the taller woman's grasp. "G- get off…" You practically squeaked out, voice dry with disuse.

Yet, it seemed your mind betrayed you still. There was absolutely no power behind your words, no true intention of wanting Lanfear to actually obey. A soft chuckle rung through the air, like crystal against crystal. Then Lanfear spoke again, "if you truly did want me gone, then I wouldn't be here still, love."

You shifted uncomfortably beneath her, limbs still rigid and unwilling to do your bidding any longer. It was no use. "This place… It brings out the worst of us. Reveals our secrets, even those we might not even know ourselves, " the woman hummed, while her hands continued their greedy exploration of your body.

Finally she came into view above you, and it seemed as if everything around you stilled. The wind ceased its blowing, and the sand stopped rustling beneath you, leaving the two of you in a deafening silence which drowned out everything else. Every one of your senses which had earlier been rendered useless, now seemed too keenly aware of every inch of Lanfear. The feel of her atop you, legs pressed assertively against your own, and the sweat which had begun collecting wherever the planes of your skin were connected. Her scent, that soft trace of incense which clung to the thick of her hair, filling your head with a pleasant cloud of confusion whenever it hit your nostrils. And that… Face. You shook your head subtly, trying to shake of any traitorous thought which might've snuck its way into your head like some damned parasite.

But it seemed to be getting more and more impossible as moments passed…

"You fight so beautifully," she murmured, amusement curling around each syllable like a snake, poisoning the words. “Even when every part of you already belongs to me.” It hit you worse than any blow could've possibly, and you felt the need to defend yourself. You’re delusional.” The words came rough, brittle as cracked glass. “I don’t belong to anyone.” Your words, meant to be confident and assured, to prove the witch wrong, sounding more like that of a child's complaint. Her smile was a slow bloom across her sharp features, indulgent almost pitying. “Oh, sweet thing… Do you think belonging is something you choose?” She trailed a finger along your jaw, the other giving your thigh a teasing squeeze. The air shimmered faintly wherever she touched, making you shiver. “This is Tel’aran’rhiod. Choice is an illusion. I am the only truth here.”

"Then wake me."

It was the first time in a while now where you felt you had actually spoken with confidence, and it sent a thrill through your body. To watch as your words took affect, the way Lanfear's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. Evidence of your success. No, why were you thinking like this? This wasn't some game, you weren't meant to be playing along! A soft laugh, rich and low, maddening in its nature. “Wake you? When you were the one who came seeking me?” Her hand slid to your throat, light as starlight. “No, little dreamer. You wanted this. I'm simply doing you a favour by teaching you a lesson...”

You narrowed your eyes angrily, your every muscle tightening beneath your damp skin. A light squeeze of your throat, making you gasp and arch your back instinctively. It elicited an even wider grin from Lanfear, who's hand on your thigh moved willingly up to rest on your stomach, guiding you back down. "Y- you don't know what I want!" "Do I not?" She chuckled, quirking an eyebrow, and gently caressing your abdomen. Light… You knew she was right… The heat which had pooled so uncomfortably between your legs by now was only evidence of that. Though you wouldn't admit it.

She leaned closer, voice brushing your ear. “I see every thought that trembles in that fragile mind of yours. I know the taste of your fear, and how easily it turns to something else.” Her hand on your stomach moved, fingers tapping rhythmically against your warm skin. Slow, gentle circles. Right where you wanted her, and yet so far away. You wanted to scream at her, both to continue and to get off. Wanted to shove her off and to pull her impossibly closer. Like two identical magnets. So similar but so different. Drawn in and yet repelled.

"You’re a monster...” Lanfear tilted her head at that, her eyes shimmering softly in the unforgiving glow of the sun. Her lips parted in the ghost something sincere, something honest. They were right above yours, you could feel them. The vulnerability of this position wasn't lost on you, and yet, you couldn't move. You didn't really want to… "I was a goddess once.” A pause, almost wistful. “And perhaps I could be again… If only I had the right worshipper.”

Her lips then met yours, hard almost punishing. As if she felt this would be some sort of release for her. It was both angry and sensual all at once. You heard yourself cry out in surprise, and for a moment, almost as if instinctively, you attempted to push her off. But at no moment did she let up. The fingers which had up until now been circling your clit finally slipped inside, and she begun moving. The pace she set was fast an unrelenting, with weeks if not months of pent up rage and tension poured into every thrust. You let out another shout, arching your back and writhing beneath her, legs tensing, stretching before curling back into a bent position, but always being kept in place by Lanfear's body on your own. You could hear her breathing, feel as it fanned over your face in between bites and kisses. You knew you should fight back more, hit, kick, bite, anything, but as another wave of euphoria overtook you, you knew there was nothing you could do.

Another shout of pain slowly ebbed out into pleasure, and you felt yourself softening beneath the touch, which earned you a mocking laugh from Lanfear. "That's right… You know I only speak the truth, don't you darling?…" Her words were rushed and strained, spoken in between huffs and groans, her own body vibrating with euphoria at the sight of you unravelling beneath her. "Fuck you!-" you spat, gritting your teeth to keep another whimper from slipping out. You threw back your head, gasping for air as your chest rose and fell rapidly, your legs trembling, and your clit throbbing around Lanfear's slim fingers as they only sped up. Her opposite hand which was still at your throat squeezed harder, pressing up beneath your chin and forcing your head back uncomfortably. "Oh shut it, you love this…" She growled, her words a low rumble.

And obviously, she was right. Your every nerve was screaming for this, begging for more. You were absolutely pathetic, pinned down and fucked dumb. Tears welled in your eyes as you slowly felt something tighten within you, your breathing picking up even more as you could feel your ever impending doom only approaching. The last step before you would topple off that inevitable cliff, and go against everything you had otherwise always believed in and fought for. "Do it, you slut, cum for me," Lanfear commanded gruffly, leaning down to nip at the soft flesh of your breast. It was the last straw, and in seconds, you were screaming. Your back arched and your body shook, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Darkness flashed across your vision, and for a moment you were as blind as when she had put you under her spell. Only now you had her warmth for comfort as she settled down on top of you, heaving for air, her heart galloping away. Slowly your vision returned, and your blood settled in your veins, no longer rushing, your pulse returning to normal for once.

Her body fit against yours like some long lost, missing piece of your puzzle, a piece from some earlier spin of your wheel. A life which might then have been more simple than this. You shivered softly, as her hand moved from your throat and instead found your hair. Silence. And then you spoke.

I should hate you for that.” Your voice comes out small, half dazed, as if the words themselves aren’t sure they even mean it. She lifts her chin subtly to gaze up at you, her own pupils still blown like a hungry wolf's.

Alanna Mosvani, Ihvon, and Maksim

Alanna is powerful in every sense, and when she’s with you, she demands your attention, yet there’s always an underlying softness in how she claims you. She knows how to balance control with adoration, and when you’re under her, every movement is designed to make you feel like the most precious thing in the world. Her praise is both raw and possessive, each word a reflection of her deep desire.

“Look at you, beautiful. You were made for this, made for us,” she groans, her fingers digging into your skin as she thrusts the others into you, her voice breathy and thick with lust. “Every inch of you, every touch, it’s all for me… for us.”

Ihvon, the more reserved one of the three, worships you quietly but with an intensity that runs deep. When it’s his turn, his hands are soft but his words are heavy with affection. He presses his lips against your neck, whispering against your skin.

“You’re perfect, do you know that? No one else… no one else could make me feel the way you do. You belong to us. Every inch of you is ours, and you’re so perfect for us.”

As he moves, his praises are soft but insistent, like the touch of his fingers on your body, so gentle yet unyielding.

Maksim, when he takes control, is the one who can’t hold back. He is possessive, rough in his need, but every thrust is accompanied by reverence. He holds your hips tightly as he drives into you, his voice low and commanding.

“Gods, you feel so fucking good. You make me lose control… perfect, every part of you.” He’s breathless as he speaks, like he’s overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of you beneath him. “I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel this way. You’re everything.”

When they’ve ruined you—when you’re trembling beneath them, feeling completely undone—Alanna gathers you close, her fingers tender as she strokes your hair and kisses your forehead. Her words are soft, full of love.

“You’re everything we’ve ever wanted. Perfect, every time, in every way.”

Ihvon presses a kiss to your temple, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. “You’re ours. Always. Perfect for us, love.”

Maksim smirks, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “You were incredible. Never forget how perfect you are for me… for us.”

⸻

Moraine Sedai

Moraine’s praise is a river of quiet adoration, steady and never-ending. She’s usually controlled and composed, but when it comes to you, she’s different. There’s a raw, untamed part of her that comes out in bed, and she’s always so diligent in making sure you feel perfect beneath her.

“You feel so good… so right with me,” she murmurs, her breath steady as she moves her fingers inside you. Her hands are gentle but firm, guiding you to the perfect rhythm as she praises you with each slow thrust. “You’re so beautiful for me, do you know that? Every inch of you is mine to cherish.”

Her praise builds in intensity, matching the way her movements become more deliberate, more demanding. “I knew you were perfect for me. Every part of you. I’m so lucky to have you.”

As you begin to tremble beneath her, Moraine slows, pulling back just enough to watch your body react to her touch. Her fingers trace your skin like she’s memorizing every detail, her praise soft but full of admiration.

“Beautiful,” she whispers, her voice almost reverent. “You’ve given me everything. I’ll never let you go.”

When you finally come undone, her kiss is gentle, full of care. She holds you tightly and murmurs against your skin. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

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Lan Mandragoran

Lan is a man of few words, but the way he praises you shows how deeply he cares for you. When he’s with you, it’s almost as if he’s holding back a storm of emotion, letting it pour out in whispers of admiration and devotion. His hands are rough, holding you tight, but his words are a balm to your soul.

“You’re mine. All of you, all of this is mine,” he growls, his voice rough with lust as he presses you into the bed. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one punctuated by praise. “You’re so perfect, do you know that? Every part of you… I could lose myself in you.”

As he moves, his voice grows deeper, more intense. “Gods, you’re beautiful. You make me feel more than I ever thought I could.”

When you finally start to come apart, he’s there, holding you close, his voice soft as he praises you with all the sincerity in his heart.

“Good girl… You’ve done so well. So proud of you,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. “I’ll always protect you. You’re mine.”

⸻

Lanfear

Lanfear’s praise is a heady mix of devotion and possession. She worships you in the way only someone as powerful and obsessive as her can. She is all consuming when she’s inside you, every motion calculated to make sure you feel how much she needs you. There’s an intensity to her that almost feels dangerous, but it’s intoxicating in how it wraps around your body and soul.

“You’re mine. Do you understand?” she purrs as she fucks you with a desperate kind of hunger. “No one else could ever make me feel this way. You were made for me.”

Every word is like a mark of ownership, but it’s not just about the physical—her praise is a promise. A promise that you belong to her, body and soul.

“You feel so good, so perfect for me. No one else is worthy of you, only me. I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”

Her hand grip your hips with possessiveness, while the other pushes you to the edge, she slows just enough to ensure you know she’s in full control. “You’re mine. Forever.”

When you come, gasping and trembling, she kisses you, her lips soft on yours despite the harshness of her praise.

“Why do you torment her so much?” Lanfear looked at me, shocked that I was standing at the doorway and she didn’t hear or feel me approach. 

“Because I enjoy it.” I roll my eyes at the smirk on her face before I make my way further into the room, settling in the chair next to her before pulling her into my lap. She pretends to fight me before she relents and settles in. Turning to capture my lips in a sinful kiss before she pulls back to look at me. She sighs as she speaks again. 

“Have you had any luck with talking to her yet?” I nod my head in confirmation. I’ve confronted Moiraine on multiple occasions, but the conversations never lasted for more than a handful of minutes before Lan or someone else would interrupt us, forcing me back into the shadows. 

“And? Has she given any indication that she would be willing?” Her fingers stroke the hair at the nape of my neck as mine are planted on her hips, rubbing them with my thumbs. I sigh as I look into her eyes, shaking my head. 

She hums before speaking. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to do some convincing of our own before we turn to some drastic measures, won’t we, dear?” Her lips draw into a smirk as mine do as I let out a curt chuckle. She draws our lips together, and before I know it, we’re falling asleep in each other's arms, bodies bare and sweaty. 

The next time I see Lanfear, she’s on the balcony with Moiraine and Lan. I can see from the looks on their faces that they are discussing something serious. Most likely about Rand if I had to guess. Before I know it, the presence at my back shocks me as I’m dragged into a nearby alley, hands pinning me to the cold and wet bricks as the shadow reveals itself. I roll my eyes as Lanfear draws the hood from her head, a smirk firmly planted on those delicious lips. 

“Well? How was your chat?” The smirk only widens at my words, before they draw my lips into a brutal kiss, teeth nipping my lips before they pull back, taking my bottom lip with them. She lets go with a pop, licking the droplet of blood off hers before she speaks again. 

“Fret not, my tigress,” I huff at the nickname, causing the hands still on my waist to pinch a little before she continues. “Our little mouse has agreed to meet with me at our little abode that we keep a secret. I told her to meet me there once the sun had started to kiss the land.” The smugness in her voice doesn’t go past me. Knowing that she won the small bet we placed, trying to see who could get Moiraine to agree first. 

Unfortunately for me, Lanfear won that bet, and the terms race back through my head as I let it land on the brick behind me with a solid thump. We agreed to the same terms, it was just a matter of who got to act on them first. Lanfear will tonight. Lucky little snake she is. 

“Aww. Fret not, tigress. You’ll be able to make our little mouse sing tonight, I just get to have first dibs.” I shoot her a glare as she lets out a mischievous chuckle.

“Come. We have much to prepare.” She interlocks our fingers as we sink away into the crowd, going to some of the vendors lining the streets before we make our way back to the little house. 

Time Jump

We both glance at each other as we feel Moiraine’s presence just before we hear the knocking on the door. Lanfear gives my hand a soft squeeze, feeling the nerves shooting through my body before she moves to the door. I disappear upstairs, perched on the edge of the bed as I try to settle my nerves for what’s about to happen. 

Of course, Lanfear has broached the topic before. To invite Moiraine into our bed. And of course, she’s seen the fantasies that play out in my dreams when she would usually be returning from whoever she needed to walk that night. Typically Liandrin’s. So when she came to me, I was hesitant at first. But the more she watched the fantasies play out, the less it took to convince me. So, now here we are. Moiraine was downstairs, unsuspecting of what was awaiting her once she got to the top of the stairs. 

Before I knew it, I heard the creaking of the stairs as their voices followed with it. Lanfear opens the door, eyeing me up and giving a soft smile at the shaky nod of my head before she moves into the room, widening the door enough for Moiraine to slip in. Moiraine is in such a shock to see me that she doesn’t hear the shutting of the door, or even the clicking of the lock.

I lick my lips subconsciously as I allow my eyes to rake over Moiraine’s body, thighs clenching at the desire starting to pool there. Yes, the nerves are still very present, but the innocent and timid look on Moiraine’s face, combined with the hungry one on Lanfear’s, allows a low heat to spark in the pit of my stomach, mouth drying as the burn slowly descends between my clenched thighs. 

Suddenly, a warmth envelops me, causing my breath to stutter as an arm comes around my waist and pulls my body flush against them. I can feel Lanfear mold her front to my back, pinning her breasts against my back. I watch as Moiraine’s mouth opens in a gasp, her blue eyes staring deeply into my own for a brief moment before they make a jump over my shoulder. I quickly realized why Lanfear’s tongue reaches out to trace my ear, releasing it with a pop before she speaks.

“Why don’t you be a good little mouse and come stand between our tigress’s thighs?” I lick my lips as Moiraine approaches the bed, tentatively coming to stand between my thighs. Suddenly, she tilts her head and gently captures my lips between hers. I let out a sigh at the feel of her soft lips moving against mine rhythmically. I moan into her mouth as lips start to attack my neck. I deepen the kiss, prying her lips apart so I can dip my tongue inside the wet heat.

I hear Lanfear’s growl as she sees the battle of our tongues. I tangle my hand into Moiraine’s hair, angling her head better so I can plunge my tongue deeper into her mouth. Her tongue fights against mine, swiping and licking as my teeth nip at her lips. This time, the moan that slips free is from her as it bounces around my mouth until I answer with my own as I feel teeth sink into my neck.

The feel of a hand in my hair comes too late as it tightens, jerking my mouth away from Moiraine’s. I'm pulled to the side as Lanfear’s lips descend on my own, giving my mouth and lips the same treatment I had gifted Moiraine. Her moan breaks us apart, chests heaving as we stare at her.

“Why don’t you put on a show for us, Moiraine?” She huffs, and I can see the fight in her pretty blue orbs. “Oh, come on, little mouse. Don’t you want to be good for us?” We watch in awe how suddenly the fight leaves her eyes completely, morphing into desire and submission. We watch as she does as I said, putting on quite the show for us as she disrobes. Lanfear and I moan when we see her perky tits come into view. We moan sinfully as she drags her bottoms down, seeing the wet patch that had formed, just from the small makeout session we had. Lanfear and I glance at each other as we see this, thinking how we can’t wait to see how much wetter she gets when we begin to play.

I'm brought out of my stupor when I feel teeth scrape my neck, letting out a gasp before she bites down. The sharp sting sends pleasure coursing through me, forcing my eyes to the back of my head as a long moan slips free.

“Light,” I hear Moiraine moan as she watches the interaction. My eyes flutter as I slowly succumb to the pleasure that Lanfear’s tongue and teeth are drawing out of me. Her hands drift lower until I feel a tug on my top. I hear Moiraine’s moan of desire when my tits come into her view. Lanfear’s breath is warm against my abused flesh when she speaks.

“Now, little mouse, come help our tigress take off her pants, then I want you on your knees between her thighs.” I whimper as my eyes open into thin slits, enough to see Moiraine starting to move and follow her orders. The whispered “Yes, Mistress” that she lets out forces another moan out of my mouth, thighs clenching together. 

When I open my eyes fully, it’s to the sight of Moiraine on her knees between my thighs. The sight makes my sopping core clench around nothing, another moan slipping free. Lanfear’s chuckle behind me doesn’t help the situation, nor does the smirk that’s planted on Moiraine’s face as she sees the rhythmic clenching of my core, face a hair away from it.

Lanfear’s voice is breathless when she speaks her next command to Moiraine. “Go ahead, dear, show Y/N how long you’ve been waiting for her.” Her hands clench on my thighs as she pulls them further apart, her whispered “yes, mistress” sends air to brush against my core before two fingers are plunging inside of me, circling to hit that spot. My vision starts to blacken as a yelp of pleasure escapes me at the rudeness. 

Instinctively, I start to roll my hips, grinding into Moiraine’s hand. She withdraws to the tips before she dries into me again. And again, until she’s fucking with her fingers, pressing me back into Lanfear, leaving me to only hold on, fingers clucthing at the hand on my thigh. She draws long and husky moans from my throat.

“You sound so good, darling,” Lanfear whispers in my ear before a sharp nip follows her words. The heel of Moiraine’s hand presses firmly into my clit, moans unabashly leaving my mouth. Her surprisingly skilled fingers lift me higher, the orgasm curling low in my stomach. Suddenly, she rubs just right, making my thighs quake from the pleasure. A third finger joins, causing my eyes to roll before I plummet over the edge.

I cry out, the sound breaking from the pitch as pleasure consumes me. Shamelessly, I grind against her hand, riding out the endless wave. I can faintly feel Lanfear’s hands on my body, her breath against my ear as she whispers how good I was. 

Breathless, but still hungry, I reach down to pull Moiraine up and crash my lips to hers. She hums in approval as I spread her lips apart with my tongue. Her hand drifts up and breaks the kiss with a digit drifting across my bottom lip, spreading my arousal in its path.

“You’ve left a mess on her hand, Y/N. Why don't you be a good girl and clean it up for her?” I hold eye contact with Moiraine as my tongue darts out, the tip sliding across her fingers. She smiles as I open my mouth wider, allowing her to slip her fingers inside. My tongue wraps around them, thoroughly cleaning them before pale fingers wrap around her wrist, ripping them from my mouth with a pop.

“Moiraine, come get on the bed. Lie down and spread your legs.” Lanfear’s voice is firm with an almost breathless hue as we watch her comply. We both let out a moan when she spreads her legs, her sopping folds greeting us. Lanfear moves next, drawing my lips to hers and spearing my lips apart, moaning at the faint taste of my arousal still on my tongue.  

When we break apart, she shoves me toward Moiraine, and I get the hint, moving to hover over her body as I connect our lips again. I pull away as I feel the bed shift as Lanfear moves again. Moiraine, letting out a small whimper, draws my attention back to her. My lips descend to the column of her neck, skittering along until I pause on the spot right below her ear. I allow my tongue to get a taste of her skin before I clamp my teeth down on her skin.

Her back arches involuntarily, my groan shooting out as my tongue laps at her flesh. I pull back, dragging my teeth along her skin as I do so. Her hands press into my chest as they curl on my shoulders and pull me more firmly onto her. I feel the shiver wrack her body as I lick a wet trail down the juncture of her neck. I pause for a moment, allowing her to feel like she's hanging over the edge before I bite down again, pulling animalistic sounds from the depths of her chest. I continue, over and over, until I’ve left a trail of bruises down her neck and the tops of her breasts.

I pull away enough to breathe “good girl” across her cheek before I move again, back down her chest. My teeth drag along the swell of her left breast, causing a gasp to escape as I continue to leave marks on her skin. I renew my path with my mouth, leaving marks along both of her tits and even more along her stomach. Once her body is well and abused by my teeth, I lift and force her thighs further apart.

I move down her body until i’m greeted by her pussy and the arousal glisetning from within. I move my fingers back up her body until I tap her lips, encouraging them to open for me. “Suck” is all I command before I trhust my fingers into her mouth, feeling the way she starts to swirl her tongue around them. “Such a good little mouse,” I murmur before I pull my fingers out, dripping a trail of saliva following them until it snaps.

I lean down until my breath is fanning across her core. I wait until she lifts herself for a better view, connecting our eyes as I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue. I watch her as her eyes follow the saliva pooling on the tip of my tongue before it drips off onto her pussy. Her mouth opens in a silent moan as I finally see where Lanfear had moved to be right above her head. I circle her entrance with the tip of my saliva-coated finger. 

“Light! Please Y/N! Please stop teasing.” Her voice is a whimper as she speaks, but I cut off her words as I dip my fingers past her folds. Just the tip, but enough to force the words to die in her throat, a strangled moan escaping her lips. 

Slowly, I work my fingers inside of her, drawing out her pleasure as her body shudders. I work my fingers halfway in before I retreat to the very tips. I allow Moiraine a moment's breath before I bury my fingers inside of her. She sucks in a sharp gasp as her head falls back. 

As I pull my fingers out and sink them back in again, a noise slips through her lips as a wave of pleasure rocks through her body. 

“Good girl,” I breathe against her core. “Open wider, little mouse.” The hand I still have on her thigh applies small pressure. I smile as her thighs fall further apart, and I start to work a third finger into her. 

“You should feel how tight her pussy is. The way it grips onto my fingers when I slide them out- so fucking pretty.” My eyes find Lanfear as I speak, watching the way she bites her lips and clenches her thighs together. I can see how Moiraine bites her lip, but it isn’t enough to hold in her moans. The suctioning and slurping noises coming from her pussy are down right sinful as I continue to fuck into her. 

When I angle my fingers in a particular way, I hit the spot inside of her that sends her eyes to the back of her head, and another moan slips free from her abused lips. Her back arches as I continue to hit that spot. I lean down and clamp my teeth on her inner thigh. She cries out from the sharp bite, but I can tell it's morphing into pleasure when I hit that spot again. I keep my mouth attached to her as my movements quicken, and I can tell she’s starting to get close to her release.

“Please.” I can hear her begging as I tear my mouth away from her thigh, only to move to the other one and give it the same treatment. I watch as she glances down at me before I pull away from her thigh.

“Rub your clit, Moiraine.” I watch as she reaches down with the hand that’s not wrapped around Lanfear’s and twirls her fingers over her clit. “Good girl,” I whispered. It takes two more thrusts of my fingers before she is tipping over the edge, her ass shooting as much as it can off of the bed as her orgasm rips through her.

She's screaming, and I work my fingers inside of her faster and deeper, drawing out her orgasm until she is begging me to stop. I pull my fingers out of her and watch as her legs try to shut, only blocked by my body still between them. I watch as her body shudders from the aftershocks.

She looks at me through half-lidded eyes, still jerking from the little shocks. She follows me as I lift my drenched fingers above her head to where Lanfear sits. She opens her mouth as I thrust my fingers into her, feeling how her tongue licks every last drop of Moiraine off of my fingers..

I pull away from Lanfear and bring my attention back to Moiraine’s body. I lean down and bring our lips together, softer than before. I allow her to lead for a moment as I feel Lanfear’s form start to shift around the bed, moving to now lie next to Moiraine. I pull back and brush some hair off her glistening forehead. She smiles up at me as her hand raises to grasp my cheek.

“How do you feel, dear?” Her smile widens before she licks her lips to answer.

“Good Y/N,” I smirk as a blush coats her cheeks. I glance over at Lanfear’s spread form, the cool air having tightened her nipples into sharp buds. I allow my eyes to rake over her body until they land on her bare oussy, drenching the bed sheets below. My eyes snap back to Moiraine.

“Just you wait until Lanfear gets a hold of you,” I smirk as I plant a quick kiss on her lips before I move over to Lanfear. As I get comfortable between her legs, I let out a sharp inhale as she brings her legs to wrap around my waist, the feel of her wetness coating the skin of my stomach.

I allow her to pull me down to her awaiting lips, tongues fighting for dominance until I pull back. I lean down and place a kiss onto her pelvic bone, back arching to try and force me to her aching heat. I smirk as I grip her hips to yank her back down on the bed. 

I plant another kiss, this time an inch above her clit, and relish in the whimper that releases from her mouth. I pause against her, allowing my hot breath to fan across her sensitive area. Her knees jerk inward in an attempt to close her legs against what's coming.

I wrench her legs further apart as my teeth scrape against her mound. The moan she lets out is sinful, before her body lowers back to the bed. I pull away enough to command Moiraine to move. “Go sit on her face, keep her quiet,” I smirked as she moved at record speed to do what she was told. Lanfear’s answering moan and clench of her pussy tells me she’s just as eager.

I bring my mouth back to her sopping core. My tongue slides against her clit, and a feral groan releases from my throat as I taste her. I glance up at her as her eyes roll back into her head before Moiraine lowers herself onto her.

“Light.” I hear her suck in a breath from the vibrations of my voice as her pussy throbs from the attention. I can faintly see how her juices are trailing down between her asscheeks and into the bedsheets.

I lick the entirety of her slit, tongue moving leisurely up to the bunde of nerves before I suck her clit between my teeth, and clamp down. Her scream is muffled under Moiraine’s core, causing her to let out a moan at the vibrations racking through her.

I pull my head away slowly, her clit dragging between my teeth until it slips free. Her body instinctively tries to wiggle away, but I slide my hands behind her knees and push them back to her ears. I’ve forced her body to curl so far inward until her ass is no longer on the bed. I pull back to watch as her arousal drips onto her stomach. I moan as I see the desire flooding her entrance. 

I don’t waste anymore time as I bring my mouth back to her pussy and suck her clit back into my mouth. She jerks as I tug and suck at the bud. I let go long enough to bring my middle finger to slide inside of her, curling to hit that sweet spot. Her hips buck against my hand. I watch how my finger slides in and out of her, juices collecting on the palm of my hand. 

I glance up in time to see Moiraine biting her lip, trying to trap her moans from escaping at Lanfear’s ministrations. “You can make noise, little mouse, but Lanfear is to come first, understood?” Lanfear whimpers as Moiraine lets out a muffled “Yes, Mistress.”

Leaning down, I capture her abused nub between my teeth, sucking it in but keeping my bite minimal gently, I scrape my teeth over the sensitive flesh. I continue over and over and curl my finger, sending blinding pleasure through her body. Suddenly, I withdraw my finger to the very tip, swiping it along her entrance, and when I sink back inside of her, it’s with two more fingers.

She moans into Moiraine’s core as I stretch her, caressing that sweet spot over and over as my teeth bite into her clit. She shamelessly starts grinding against me, annoyed that I haven’t given her what her body is craving.

I continue to scour her clit with my teeth. Nipping and biting, but refusing to give her my tongue. She growls and tries to buck out of my hold, but I tighten it. I dart my tongue out for a sharp lick, but it’s gone before she can get any satisfaction from it. I withdraw my fingers from her before I lick her again, slower. I flatten my tongue and lick her from the bottom up, going particularly slow over her pulsating clit.

She arches her back, thrusting her tongue deeper into Moiraine. Just as she starts to grind against my mouth, I stop just enough to whisper, “You two better come together.” Her ass curves towards my mouth as I speak, seeking what it needs. My tongue dives into her pussy, licking the insides with ravenous strokes. A muffled cry leaves her lips, forcing Moiraine’s out as her core absorbs it.

I continue my assault on her, thrashing my tongue on her clit, and sucking it into my mouth. I hear her suck in a sharp breath as her body falls over the edge. I plunge two fingers inside of her just as she does. I watch as she does the same to Moiraine with her tongue, thighs shaking as her release floods Lanfear’s mouth.

Lanfear’s thighs clamp tightly around my head as her moans try to wrack from her throat, my own answering. My hands clutch at her thighs, prying them apart just enough to continue to lap at her throbbing unt, forcing her body to ride out the orgasm.

I suddenly rip my mouth away just in time to see Moiraine’s body flop next to her. I crawl up her body while I contune to fuck into Lanfear with my fingers. I pinch Moiraine’s cheeks and hold her mouth open. 

My mouth skates over her lips once before I let a trail of saliva drip from my mouth into hers. “Swallow her juices.” I rasp against her, a moan escaping as I watch her throat work before I crash my lips against hers.

My tongue dives into her mouth, swirling with hers as my fingers continue to draw out Lanfear’s pleasure. I kiss Moiraine until her lips are bruised, before pulling back, switching my attention to Lanfear’s lips as I extract my fingers from her. I slip out from between her thighs, chuckling softly as they snap inwards and her feet drop onto the bed.

I leave them on the bed, bodies still slightly shaking from the aftershocks, as I make my way into the hallway and down the stairs. I grab water, some bread, and two cloths. As I make my way back into the room, I pause at the doorway, taking in the sight of their wrecked bodies lying on the bed. I make my way fully into the room and set the water on the small table next to the bed. 

I moved to Moiraine first with the cloth, wiping her down before moving onto Lanfear. Her legs are still clenched tightly together. I place my hand on her knee, her body jumping at the touch before her eyes fall open to look at me. I see how she looks between me and the cloth before she relents, letting her legs drop open enough for me to run the cloth through her. She flinches slightly as the cloth passes her abused clit, but she allows me to finish. 

When I go to move away again, pale fingers reach out to wrap around my wrist. I look back at her, mouth opening to speak, before she gives me a firm tug, pulling me down to lie between her and Moiraine. We all shift until I can bring the blanket around us. The cloth is forgotten on the floor as two sets of pale arms wrap around my body. 

I bring my hands to brush through two dark masses of hair, feeling lips press lightly to each side of my neck. We bask in the silence of each other until the body on my left sags further against me. 

“You owe me now.” My words are a whisper in Lanfear’s hair as I feel her lift her head to glance at Moiraine’s sleeping form, before slumping back down with a groan. 

“Can we discuss this in the morning? Please, my tigress.” I chuckle at the dreaded nickname before I relent, pressing my lips into her hair

“I suppose. Get some rest, my love.” I feel her squeeze my waist as she presses a lingering kiss to my neck, before I start to feel her body sag against mine. I gaze down at the two mops of hair on my chest, pale arms entwined on my stomach. 

Muscles you didn’t even know you had ached as you trudged back to the inn, feet scarcely leaving the ground and shoulders dropping lower with every step, exhaustion set deep into your bones. The dreary building was hardly anyones dream home, but at least it was warm. And the rent was… negotiable. Passing through the gate with no hassle thanks to the late hour, you sped up somewhat at the sight of a flicker in your window. It was too steady to be coming from one of the handheld lanterns the local looters favoured, yet too faint for someone to be waiting to talk to you. That left one option, and the thought had you slowing back down again, conserving what little energy you had left.

One black leather boot crunched into the gravel harder than it should’ve and you saw the sole peel away from the rest of the shoe, cursing loudly and earning a filthy look from a washerwoman working overtime. If tonight went as hoped, a new pair would be easily obtained. You finally reached the door after what felt like an age of walking, pausing to take a breath before pushing hard on the wood and biting back a grin at the sight awaiting you.

The landlord, or landlady rather, was exquisite. Especially in her current state, so clearly through with the days work yet letting it show rather than taking the minute required to run a brush through her hair. No, she knew what drove you crazy by now and ensured that it was all she showed to you. Ever so slightly unkempt, what remaining clothes she wore crumpled and long dark hair flying madly about her face, she lounged against the stack of pillows on your bed armed with a smirk that loosened your corset ties then and there. Beautiful beyond comprehension.

“You put in for an extra week.”

Reaching down to remove your now broken boots, you let her voice wash over you, accent so different from your own and intoxicating in its allure. Tugging one ankle free, you tipped your head back to ask her, “Is that going to be a problem?”

“Mmmm, shouldn’t be,” she reached up, both stretching and giving you time to think, “Provided you continue being so timely with payments.”

Both feet now free, you tossed the useless shoes aside and made your way to the bed.

“I wouldn’t dream of being late, my lady,” You told her, punctuating the address with a sickening smile, honey laced with cyanide.

“Enough of these games.”

Even while you were a ways away from the bed, some invisible force drove you forward until her lips found yours. Her kiss was violent, explosive, and you needed it more than the air you so sorely missed. Somehow you wound up pressed against the sheets, Selene atop you with her hands desperately working at the many fastenings of your outfit. The kiss finally broke when she dragged your shirt over your head, corset lying underneath you with every pin undone.

“How you do that so fast I will never understand, it takes me years to get in and out of it.”

The smirk was back as she moved onto the lower portion of your dress, made easier by the lack of petticoats.

“I’d be more than happy to assist, but I fear I’d be reluctant to see it put back on.”

Skirts now around your ankles, she could see precisely how much her words affected you and simply groaned at the visible wet patch on your underthings and dragged them off of you. Now that you were bare and at her mercy, she moved to straddle you before pausing and panning her fingertips over your sides, admiring all that was hers. For you were hers, that much was never in doubt. Everything there was about your body, she knew, and every instrument possible of pleasing you she was a maestro of.

Getting restless, you went to grab her hands, beg her to do something, but she caught onto the attempt and pinned you down, leaning over you as she did so, raven hair tickling your chest.

“No. You will wait, and if I decide that you deserve it you shall get something, but not before I am sated. Do you understand?”

Your voice caught in your throat before you managed to get the words out. “Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I understand, nothing for me until you’re satisfied mistress.”

“That’s my girl.”

With that, she began shedding her own clothes, a much faster affair than ridding you of yours, simply pulling her dress over her head and tearing one simple underskirt away. A clever shift of her hips later and her dripping entrance was hovering over your waiting mouth. It seemed she craved you as much as you did her. She said the things she did for a reason after all, and cumming in your mouth appeared to be her raison d’être.

Wasting no time, you wrapped your arms around her thighs and pulled her closer, maintaining the pressure you knew she needed as your tongue began its work. Roughly circling her clit, you focused on the sounds she was making above you and moved accordingly, switching down to let her ride you when the rolling of her hips became too much, delighting in the wicked noises and near fall when you sucked hard. This rhythm continued until she was naught but instinct, rocking against your mouth as she gripped your upper arm desperately, silently signalling her satisfaction even as her cum was still gushing down your cheeks.

Ever so slightly out of breath she asked, “Mmmmm, do you think you deserve your turn?”

Your voice was muffled under her as you replied, “Not up to me.”

“Oh you are good for me aren’t you,” she said as she slid down to press her lips to yours again, moaning at the taste of herself on your tongue as she pushed her own to meet it.