“Perrin, your lips are blue, and your clothes are still wet, give them here,” Egwene ordered as the sunset on their small campsite nestled among a few pine trees.

Perrin was freezing. In the cool evening air, his body shivered as the sun sank lower in the sky. After the deep dunking in the river, even a day of walking and the occasional ride on Bela had not dried his clothes or relieved the cold from his bones. He lost his horse, cloak, and meager possessions as he swam to safety. While Egwene made camp, he had brushed Bela’s coat and used the feed bag with a small handful of oats to feed her. Now he knelt by the fire his mind foggy having only eaten a small wedge of cheese on a hard cracker for supper. Egwene spoke to him, reaching out a hand. It took a moment to process what Egwene said.

“What, my clothes?” he said numbly. He was having trouble focusing. Had it really just been last night they were running for their lives from the Myrddraal and Trollocs as they escaped the cursed city.

He stood looking at the small fire Egwene had made while he tended Bela. A simple circle of stones encircling a small crackling flame. He dropped a few small pieces of wood he feathered with his axe head on the flames. Still, he was not warm. The small kettle she carried for boiling water was sat on a rock in the fire. The firelight barely lit the small hollow of ground they had taken shelter in out of the wind.

“I will give you my cloak for now,” Egwene said as she untied her heavy traveling cloak from her slender shoulders.

He was cold, back in Emond’s Field she was treated like an apprentice Wisdom, having learned some of Nynaeve’s knowledge. Egwene had worked hard after the attack in Two Rivers to save lives and give comfort. So tonight, as he shivered cold, Perrin listened to her orders.

Perrin stood and unbuttoned his wet coat and handed it over to Egwene who draped it over a piece of cordage she had strung between two trees near the fire. He doubted the small flames could do much, but he did not want to fight with the small girl. Her big brown eyes watched him as he pulled the dirty white linen shirt over his head and handed it over.

“Now your pants after you set your wet boots near the fire.” She said having continued to drape clothes over the line. She held her cloak bundled in one arm. Egwene stood a good two heads shorter than him in her flat shoes.

Perrin sat on Bela’s saddle which was laid out at the head of Egwene’s blanket roll next to the small fire. He removed his boots and then socks until he sat only in his damp undershorts. Handing each to Egwene in turn. He folded his arms across his chest and put his hands under his armpits. His nipples were hard from the cold but sheltered under his arms. Behind him, he heard Egwene before he felt her fingers touch his damp curly hair.

“Here you go, wrap this around yourself and lay down.” He felt the heavy cloth of her traveling cloak drop onto his shoulders. He snugged it over him as he did as he was told lying back on the blankets, head on the saddle. “Now your drawers,” she said matter of fact, hand out. He sighed, handed them over, then pulled the cloak around himself.

He must have dozed off. Opening his eyes, he felt her small body next to his. Perrin lay on his back with the cloak spread over them like a blanket. The night was pitch black and the partial moon was hidden by the trees, the small fire now amber coals. The cup of shared tea had warmed him briefly enough to let him doze.

Now he felt her small hand on his naked chest. She lay on her side on his right, also under the cloak on the blanket.

“Put your arm around me,” she said in a quiet but firm voice.

Perrin lifted his right arm. First finding her silky curls in the darkness at his shoulder. Then his hand found her naked back at the same time he felt the flesh of her heavy breasts pressing against his chest.

He was more awake now, his heart pumping blood through his body. “What are you doing?”

“I’m cold too. You remember Nynaeve taught us all about using body heat as the best way to get warm on dark cold nights in the Two Rivers.”

Now his hand explored further, tracing down the strong muscles of her narrow back. His fingers found nothing but cool skin until the cloth band at her waist, the top of her drawers, he guessed. He let his hand rest at the spot where the skin met cloth, just above the curve of her shapely butt. His body stirred in reaction.

Egwene ran her fingers over the flat heavy muscle of his chest. Built up over the years working as an apprentice blacksmith in the forge. He could not do much with his right hand but rest it on her ass. Her breasts felt warm against his ribs. He tried to imagine what they looked like unsheathed from her blouse, big and round, much more than a handful, he thought.

Her fingers made a sudden dive south pausing on his flat stomach until her fingers stopped at the patch of thick hair at his groin.

“Egwene, what are you doing?” he said into the darkness, for the second time.

“Shh, tonight we get warm. It’s just us.” Bela the horse stirred nearby in the trees. Reminding them that she was there.

“OK, I trust you,” he said meaning it. He had always thought of her as Rand’s girl but could not stop himself from noticing her singular beauty over the years as they grew up. Now she was under her cloak with him, almost completely naked. His own shorts hung from the cordage, the last thing she took from him as she gave him tea.

Egwene’s small fingers were playing in his pubic hair as his thick cock rose from the warm confines of his groin. His cock was stout like him, round and thick.

As she played with his public hair, she began to kiss his chest. Wet lips and tongue moving over his chest to his hard nipples. He was very aware of her nakedness. He pushed a hand under the back of her drawers finding the cleft between her round ass cheeks. She snuggled closer her fingers finding the edge of his ball sack. She lifted her head from his chest.

“Did you not get under the covers with your sisters on the long cold winter nights?” she said playfully.

He thought for a moment before speaking, “Yes, on occasion when I went back to the farm after I was apprenticed.” He thought of snuggling, touching exploring with his sisters under the thick bed covers. It was the way of learning the Wisdom had said, so allowed, encouraged. On the darkest nights with all the family in one bed for warmth, hands traveled everywhere.

Egwene spoke, “Us too, we would share the big bed with Ma and Dad, doing things to keep warm.” She was the youngest of five sisters. Though in the last long winter she was the last one at the Inn, the others having married. Though her sisters often stopped by to visit, sometimes staying overnight.

“Is that where you learned to do this?” he said quietly, enjoying the feel of it all. His hips rose a little as her fingers tickled his heavy hairy balls below his engorged dick. His right hand was deep in her drawers rubbing her smooth ass his finger finding the sensitive spot under her little asshole. She flinched in his arms as he pressed a finger on the spot. He got a kiss on his nipple for his efforts.

When he was in bed with his sweet younger sisters Adora and Deselle, he had been the man and often led the sex play, keeping everyone’s mind off the cold or near-empty belly. But not always, when joined by the rest of the family that lived at the farm, the mini woman’s circle took over. He smiled at the memory. He struggled now to let Egwene run things, to not rush. His curious mind slowly worked through how in a family of girls she knew how to do these things.

They found a moment of balance with his large hand cupping the bottom of her firm ass inside her shorts, her warm right hand on his balls. He was no longer shivering with cold.

“Egwene, where did you learn to do this?” he asked knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.

There was quiet for a moment as her soft curls rested on his chest, her fingers tracing a pattern in his pubes around the base of his shaft.

“My mother showed me, on father. My other sisters, all but one, were still with us on those dark, cold nights. One night Ma just said it was my turn. My breasts were just small bumps on my chest then and there was just a wisp of hair between my legs.” She said quietly in the darkness.

As she spoke Perrin reached across with his left hand finding Egwene’s right breast. Round and heavy his fingers told him with a nice wide nipple that felt hard to his finger’s touch.

“Oh that feels nice,” she said leaning back a little so he could fondle her breast. “My nipples are sensitive so please be careful.”

“What did your mother show you?” he asked, prolonging the talk part of their game.

“Hmm. Well, that night, as I knelt next to my father, we all slept naked in those days, my mother took my hand. I remember father ran a hand across my small boobies, saying how beautiful I was. Three of my sisters cuddled together on the bed, watching from under a blanket while doing the things girls do with each other. Until then, Ma or one of my sisters always freed Dad’s seed so he had good health and warmed his blood. She took both my hands since they were small and placed them on his dick. It was long, not thick like yours, and felt nice. Mother showed me how to make him hard by using her hand and rubbing up and down, then kissing its top. Then I did it, my two hands stroking him as he touched me, making his seed shoot in the air. We all laughed. I had a lot of practice over the years as my breasts grew and my dad continued to tell me how pretty I was.”

“Sounds familiar,” he said. In his mind seeing the much younger girl with her family in bed. His own first experiences were not much different. It was the Two Rivers way, the Wisdoms said to those who asked.

Perrin pulled Egwene up on his chest his right arm around her waist as her breasts pressed against his chest. Her small warm hand never left his groin. They kissed gently under the cloak.

Then started kissing deeper with tongues exploring each other’s mouths as their hands explored the other’s body. Her right hand never left his dick. Her warm hand gripped his engorged shaft and gently stroked up and down as his precum dribbled out of the tip. His left replaced his right hand in holding her tight to his chest as his right went back to her ass. Her thin drawers no longer around her hips.

Perrin tried to pull her further on top of him. “No, not tonight, let me free your seed before we sleep.” He must have growled in his throat in frustration. “We will have time on this journey I think, so let’s wait for a better moment.” She slid off his chest and moved down his side, pushing up on her left elbow as her hand increased its pressure. “Touch me, like my dad does.”

Perrin twisted further on his right side presenting his dick to her hand. Now he could reach both of her breasts with his left hand. Big and round, her nipples wide and sensitive to his touch. She was too short for his head to reach the nipples to suckle the soft orbs as she jacked him, so he remained content to touch her. He lay his head back in the darkness, his hands ‘seeing’ his friend’s beautiful body.

“Come on Perrin,” She was stroking him in long firm strokes. Not too hard but enough to make him hard; he was close as his hips rose off the blanket. Then she surprised him. The cloak had fallen off to his left as she bent her head over his hips.

Naturally, his left hand found her soft curls and pushed her head down as he felt her lips on the head of his dick. She began to suck, her warm mouth feeling wonderful on his shaft, as her warm hand fondled his balls then back on his hard dick now slick with precum and her spit.

“Ohhhh Egewen, Ohh,” his hips pushed up in her face both hands now on her head. Her mouth never left his dick as he let go with his seed spurting into her mouth. Suddenly he was done. Her head again rested on his chest as she reached for the cloak pulling it over them.

“Thank you. Light, that was good of you.” He said quietly to the darkness as she lay at his side.

Egwene kissed his nipple, “We’re together in this so must take care of each other. There is a reason the wheel has pushed us together for now,” she replied, her voice going silent.

Perrin reached his arm out again bringing her in close the soft curls of her head resting on his shoulder as the cloak covered their nakedness, trapping the warmth of their bodies. His left felt for his axe, next to the blanket roll finding it where she had placed it.

They slept, without dreams. In the morning, they would continue cross-country to Caemlyn.

Perrin was the odd man out, which made him lucky in that he had his own small room on the top floor of the Inn.

He was freshly bathed and ate heartily in the common room; a sampling of meats, bread, and potatoes washed down with a good ale. Moraine’s’ gold coin provided a bounty of food for the weary travelers even in tough times. The comely girls who provided the hot bathing water had done their best on his clothes but in the end, he got a new cotton shirt, socks, and a pair of underdrawers. His coat and pants mended best they could and cleaned. His new traveling cloak donated by his former captors.

As a pair of half-naked giggling girls scrubbed him down, Rand and Mat had looked upon his battered body in the baths. He did not explain beyond that being captured by White Cloaks was something to be avoided.

His possessions were still meager with him down to just his big half-moon axe and the clothes on his back. His belt purse still held his piece of silver, a few coppers, and a fire starter.

He lay in his room on top of his bed in his pants, his boots off, contemplating sleep. His new shirt and mended coat hung on pegs with his cloak. His axe, a broad half-moon blade with a curved spike on the back, and leather belt were on the floor next to his bed. A small oil lamp gave the room a flickering light.

He was thinking about Egwene when he heard the soft knock on the door.

Perrin opened the latch, and she was through into the room and in his arms, Egwene. They had not had a moment alone since being rescued from the White Cloaks. No time to talk, to cuddle, to give each other pleasure.

She was dressed in the same plain traveling dress he knew so well. As he held her, his chin resting on her dark curls she cried quietly. He held her tighter. He wondered if Lan did this for Moiraine.

As her waterworks subsided, he pulled her to his bed against the wall where they sat together holding hands.

Was it two weeks or three since they fled from the cursed city of Shadar Logoth? He didn’t know. Since that first night, there had been few where they did not share her blanket roll, laying under her cloak, touching, kissing, and fondling each other before sleep.

The few nights with the Tinkers they slept in separate wagon beds, but at the end she came to him for comfort, shedding tears. After their ordeal with the White Cloaks, there had been no time to be close to talk about all they had been through. On the way here they rode together and slept near each other but never under her cloak again. Nynaeve had looked at them more than once but did not speak of her suspicions, just treating their physical injuries.

Perrin pulled Egwene down on the bed with him. A hand went to her breast as he did so, pushing her onto her back. Before he could kiss her, one of her small hands pressed against his naked chest to hold him back from rolling onto her. He lay on his side watching her while resting a hand on her chest.

“I want to talk for a moment,” she said. “Then take me.” Egwene held his hand on her breast.

In the light shed by the single lamp on the table next to the bed, he could see in her big dark brown eyes and knew she was serious.

He was not all that good at talking with women. They had not talked much about feelings and what was happening between them. It just was the wheel wove what the wheel wove or something like that, Moiraine would say.

“Go ahead, I’m listening.” He said rolling onto his back next to her.

She looked at him for a long moment, the light from the lamp behind him casting shadows on her beautiful face.

“I have set my course for the White Tower and training to become an Aes Sedai. According to Moiraine, it is also a place few men are allowed to enter.” As she spoke her hand moved from his chest to the waist of his pants. “We are bound Perrin. I want to seal our shared path even if it may part sooner than we would like.” She let those words hang in the air as she unbuttoned the top of his pants.

Perrin did not know what to say. Had she had a dream? He wanted Egwene more than anything at this moment.

“Egwene. If you were to become an Aes Sedai I would wish to be your Warder. To be bound to you.” He was working his left hand under her blouse, pulling it from her skirt. She did not stop him.

“Then we are agreed, tonight we bind ourselves in our own way. Before we start the next journey,” she said a little dramatically as she watched his hand snake under her top. Then she stopped him and sat up.

Perrin dropped his hand as Egwene undressed. First, he helped pull her blouse over her head. She had on a tight white undershirt, tightly holding her large breasts. Perrin pulled that over her head allowing her heavy round breasts to bounce free.

“Help me with my skirt and get those pants off! We don’t have all night, Lan told me that we need to be up and gone before the first light,” she said referring to the senior Warder who led the traveling party.

Perrin was off the small bed in a flash. While she untied the cord, he pulled the new pair of low-cut boots from her feet and then turned his attention to the heavy skirt. He left the new white calf-high stockings alone.

He dropped his pants then pushed his new cotton drawers to the floor while admiring her body in the glow of the lamplight. She was short, with a slender figure, with strong legs, a narrow waist, round mounds of flesh on her chest that were pale white in the light. She smiled back at him, her dark curls covering the pillow and her hands down at her sides. At the junction of her legs, the now familiar patch of dark hair beckoned him. Trimmed and neater looking than the last time he saw her patch of pubes, he noted.

Perrin knew she was examining his tall, heavily built body. A body the Wisdom in training knew intimately now. He was still bruised but his thick cock was rising to the challenge before him. By his reckoning, they had three or four hours, and he had no plan to sleep just yet if at all.

“What are you doing?” she said quietly as Perrin pulled her legs toward the foot of the bed.

“I have sisters you know,” he said, letting the rest of the comment go unfinished as he knelt between her legs and held her legs apart.

Kneeling before her hairy slit with his hands on her thighs, he wasted little time. A few kisses on the insides of her legs, near the patch of trim hair. His fingers had explored inside her on a few of the dark nights they were under the cloak. But never with his mouth.

As they cuddled during their travels, she indicated in not so many words she was not a virgin but not widely experienced. He had left it there, guessing who her ‘sex friend’ had been and it was not Rand or another village boy.

Egwene pulled Perrin’s head, holding his face between her legs. His tongue was through her public hair and in her folds where he stayed drinking and teasing her wetness.

Soon he had to fight for breath between her strong legs as her thighs clamped down on his head. She became wet fast as his tongue and finger explored her lips and canal.

“Please Perrin, please,” she let go his head, moaning quietly, hips levitating off the bed slightly.

Looking up past her flat belly at the mounds of her breasts, he watched as she pinched and twisted her nipples.

He picked her up by her hips and pushed her back up the bed before he climbed over her. Her big eyes watched him as he pressed the tip of his hard thick dick to her hairy slit. Her legs splayed wide open for him. She was tight and wet as he pressed his thick dick inside his friend. From his position over her, he reached down for a handful of her breast. While he was not experienced in the art of love he knew the basics from those cold winter nights on the farm.

Perrin set an easy pace, stopping to adjust her hips as needed, talking to her quietly, rubbing her chest and belly. As he got close to shooting his seed, he lay over her, holding himself above her, his arm by her shoulders. They kissed as he climaxed inside her, holding his hips to hers, he let out a moan as he released. He kept his large heavy body off her to not crush her.

She let out a groan, huffing short breaths, eyes closed and one fist reaching for his bruised chest. With one hand he held her hand tightly to his chest as she moaned. Suddenly her eyes opened, and she smiled.”Oh Perrin, we are bound now. I to you and you to me for as long as the Wheel wills it.” She breathed out. “Summon me and I will come for you. I will watch for you in my dreams and keep your secret safe.”

There was something sincere about an oath-taking during sex. He gave his oath to her.

“Egwene al’Vere, you are my first love. My first partner. Gladly I am bound to your body. I am your shield and your strong arm. Summon me and I will come to you, no matter the distance. This I swear,” he finished and bent his head to her lips.

They kissed deep and long. Then he took her in his strong arms. The room was warm they did not bother with a blanket to cover their nakedness.

They did not sleep much. Sharing intimate family stories and mounting each other again. Both perhaps fearing they might not have the chance again to fuck or share as the Wheel weaved their paths.

Later after she had mounted him and rode him at a steady pace as he sucked on her breasts and he came inside her again, she told him about her first.

“One night once my breasts had grown much bigger and I had a light tuft of hair between my legs, my Mother told me it was finally my turn to take Da’s seed inside me. It was a cold, cold winter, shorter than last year’s but really cold, we all had been in bed under covers with the wood fire built high, it felt like for weeks. No guests at the Inn overnight. Just local village friends who came and went for a glass of hot wine or brandy with a warm meal in the great room. So, lots of family time in my parent’s bedroom.”

Perrin was running a hand over her magnificent breasts as she spoke, tracing a pattern in the sweat around her wide nipples and between her tits.

“By then, two of my sisters had married and were gone. Leaving just the three of us girls and Ma. I had watched my other sisters over the previous winters taking their turns when it was safe to do more than just using a hand or mouth on Da’s dick. It was safe for me my mother said, she had tracked my blood cycle for months. Da was a gentle lover and playful with us girls. He laid me back as my sister Elisa held me in her lap. My sister Loise had done like you, licking my pussy until I became wet as Elisa played with my sensitive breasts, I remember. Da just got between my knees, my legs held open by Mother and Loise. I can’t say he hurt me as he went in as by then my pussy was no stranger to fingers. He stayed on top of me as he fucked me. As was our family practice, we wasted no seed, so he came in me. We did not kiss that was always just for Mother and Da. Elisa had insisted on cleaning Father and went and took him in her mouth after lying me down on the bed. That is how it often was during the cold winter months including this last one. Taking turns with Da and learning new combinations and ways to please ourselves.”

“Sounds nice, you should write some of those stories down,” he said meaning it.

“What about you, your first? You were apprenticed young.” she asked lying on her back as Perrin squeezed her breasts, rolling them in his palms and toying with her nipples.

“Maybe being a boy, it’s different. After my first season with Master Luhhan, he took a wagon with us boys and dropped us off at our farms as the work had dried up and growing boys ate a lot. Told us to return in the Spring. It was on my return home after my first year in Emond’s Field, one of the first really cold nights that I lay with my two sisters, Ma and Da in the family bed. My brother was in my widowed aunt’s room, where he often slept. I still do not know which of my two sisters was first as it was dark under the covers. Whether it was Adora and Deselle, but she made me hard and mounted me, moved up and down for a bit, then after a sweat kiss they switched. A lot happened during the cold nights, good things.” Perrin said, thinking back, then continued talking.

“Sometimes Father would invite an aunt or uncle and my cousins to stay in the main house after a feast night. Another bed was laid out in the great room next to the fire. My Uncle had a particular liking for my older sister Adora while my aunt loved to pull me into her great bosom. That is how things were at the farm in the last few winters, until now.” He missed them fiercely, but not the cold or hunger.

“That’s nice Perrin, you surely learned from your sisters, I must thank them someday,” she said in a sleepy voice.

Despite their best-efforts sleep overtook them. Perrin felt a hand shaking his foot. He opened his eyes and reached for the half-moon axe now shoved under the bed.

But he stopped when he recognized Lan in the low flame of the lamp, standing at the foot of the bed, already dressed in his cloak for travel.

Lan moved to the head of the bed before speaking quietly, “It’s time to leave.” He turned up the low flame of the lamp for them, though his excellent night vision did not need the light.

The golden glow of the light washed over the naked young bodies of Egwene and Perrin. Egwene lying partially on her side next to Perrin.

Lan did not leave, just leaning back against the small table that held the washbasin and a pitcher of water.

Perrin kept his eyes on Lan as he nudged Egwene awake. “What, again?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“Lan is here, it is time to go,” Perrin said quietly.

Awake, Egwene pushed herself up on an elbow but made no effort to cover her nakedness. Her breasts were on full display for Lan.

“Get dressed, now,” Lan said quietly but firmly from the other side of the small room where he leaned with arms crossed.

Perrin swung his feet off the bed to the floor as his lover scooted off the end of the bed and stood facing Lan. The light from the lamp lit her nakedness. She stood arms at her side as if daring Lan to look at her nude body.

In response, Lan stepped forward and handed each of them a damp towel.

Egwene’s clothes were in a pile on the floor near her feet. She took the towel while her eyes never left the figure on the other side of the room. She ran the cloth under her arms and slowly over her large breasts.

Perrin was mesmerized by the wanton display she was putting on for the Warder. Lastly, Egwene pushed the wet cloth between her legs to clean herself before tossing it in the direction of the washbasin. He watched as she stepped up to him taking the wet cloth from his hand.