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“Dracarys...” Squeezing her lower jaw with her right hand, Alicent whispered. Her nails dug painfully into the marble skin of the heiress of the House Targaryen. They stood alone in a huge bedchamber. The light from a pair of candles rattled under the gusts of the cool autumn wind, and they would have stood in almost complete darkness if not for Rhaenyra’s eyes, burning with a flame that could have blinded the entire realm. She hasn't made a sound; didn’t even allow herself to breathe too loudly so as not to betray her true emotions since the back of her head hit the cold wall under the pressure of her best friend. "Is this what you order your dragon to do when you want to punish everyone within range?" Alicent's breathing became erratic, as did her heartbeat, which skipped beats every now and then as the veil of consciousness allowed awareness to pass through. “Is this what you`re saying, ordering everything within your sight of vision to burn?” Her low voice was hoarse, like after a long sleep, and Rhaenyra was ashamed to be disgusted by how wet she was from just a couple of sentences. “Today I will be the one giving orders, and you will be the one to burn.” Rhaenyra swallowed the lump in her throat without taking her eyes off the hazel one before her, which in the dim light looked like the most expensive gold jewelry. Rouge's lips stretched into a wide, predatory smile as Alicent's knee slowly but surely parted Rhaenyra's legs, a muffled moan escaping her lips. Her jaw would definitely show blue spots the size of Alicent's fingertips tomorrow, but neither of them cared. Just like about the fact that a person in a black or green robe could enter the bedchamber at any moment. This was the problem for tomorrow's Alicent and Rhaenyra. Today, they didn't care. For the kingdom; for men who made their lives a living hell day after day; for children who were old enough to take care of themselves for one evening; and for the fucking throne. Today, the only things that mattered were the feelings that they had suppressed for too long. “I’ll even give you a name before I ride you.” Alicent's knee slid higher and higher on the smooth fabric of her black dress, with intricate patterns embroidered with burgundy-coloured silk threads. Rhaenyra's body was already trembling slightly, and the brunette couldn't miss the way her childhood friend's ass was squirming against the wall. “Lemon Cake. I will call you a Lemon Cake, but hope you don't taste as sour. ” Rhaenyra moaned again, feeling her dress create more and more pressure on her wettest part. Alicent's knee immediately froze, and she leaned closer to the heated skin. Rhaenyra smelled of lavender, as if she had just finished an hour-long bath and leather. The vein in her neck was visibly throbbing, either from the pressure that Alicent's hand was creating on her jaw or from desire. The brunette pressed just a bit, turning Rhaenyra's head to the left to give herself more access to the velvety skin. Her breath was already scorching her already hot skin, and it seemed to Rhaenyra that this was the only thing that could burn the dragon alive. “Don't you dare make a single sound.” Alison hissed.
The tip of her tongue touched just above the collarbone, and she felt Rhaenyra's whole body tremble. Hazel eyes sparkled with a playful light, and she slowly, leaving a wet trail, began to rise along the pulsating vein. Rhaenyra was breathing heavily, raggedly trying to draw in at least some air through clenched teeth, when soft lips touched her neck. However, Alicent was not gentle for long; after a few kisses, she sank her teeth into Rhaenyra’s neck like a wild animal, and the woman needed all the self-control inherent in the future Queen not to moan.
“You will have to come up with a good explanation for your uncle when these marks appear on your body.” Alicent said, looking up into Rhaenyra`s eyes. Her breathing is also uneven, and a knot has begun to form in her lower abdomen. Her knee began to move again, rising a little higher. Rhaenyra arched her back, trying to move lower and touch it, but Alicent's fingers immediately tightened on her jaw. The blonde's teeth clicked against each other, and her jaw tensed to the limit, highlighting her already prominent cheekbones. This was followed by hands clenched into fists, and Alicent noticed this, smiling widely. She liked this Rhaenyra way. Pliable and obedient. After all, nothing prevented her from freeing herself from the grip; her hands were free all the time, and she was much better at martial arts than the girl who spent most of her life kneeling on the stone floor of a church. However... however Rhaenyra eagerly obeyed. She let Alicent dominate because no one did it like her. None of her ex-husbands or lovers dominated the way Alicent did. Rhaenyra did not allow any of her ex-husbands or lovers to dominate, but Alicent... Her hazel eyes always burned with such fire when she showed her true self; her voice became low and hoarse, and it alone made Rhaenyra's underwear dump. She was rude and persistent, but only as long as it brought pleasure to both of them. Rhaenyra felt safe with her. “Well done, my little Lemon Cake; you’re doing great, but...” Alicent’s knee quickly shot up, overcoming the remaining few centimetres and resting on the hot flesh.
Even through the layers of dresses, the brunette could feel the heat emanating from Rhaenyra's core. At this moment, the blonde could no longer hold back, feeling such a desired pressure, and groaned strangledly, closing her eyes and resting the back of her head against the cold stone wall. This did not go unnoticed. At the same moment, everything disappeared. Hands that pinned her to the wall, fingers that left bruises on her face, and a knee that seemed to be her release. Her violet eyes instantly opened, trying to find a familiar silhouette in the dim light of the room. In response, hazel eyes looked at her, filled with coldness and disappointment. Alicent stood a metre away from her, and despite the fact that her figure was slightly shorter, it was she who now towered over the future Queen.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk...” The brunette made a disapproving sound and turned around, heading towards the bed. Rhaenyra swallowed and lowered her head, glaring at the thin web of cracks in the marble floor. “I just hoped that you were trained enough for me to ride you for the first time, but apparently we still have to work on your behavior.” Alicent said without looking at her childhood friend. She went to the head of the bed and pulled off the heavy bedspreads, literally embroidered with gold threads. If they were going to make a mess, they should have done it comfortably. “Come here.” Rhaenyra obeyed instantly but never looked up from the floor. Alicent also did not turn around until the steps behind her stopped. Rhaenyra stood in front of her. Her gaze was still glued to the floor, hands clasped in front of her, the skin of her face and neck covered in red spots. Alicent smiled widely, pleased with her doing. “Turn around.” Rhaenyra did. She was taught to never turn her back on her opponent or a wild animal, but the blonde always loved danger and the unknown.
Alicent did not approach her right away, taking a few moments to enjoy the view. An ideal waist, silky hair that has already gathered into the cocoon of a silkworm spider, the most even posture in the entire kingdom. Rhaenyra was magnificent from all sides, and Alicent could look at her for hours in profile, full face, front and back, because this was the highest art for her. However, now there was something extra to this exhibit. The brunette smiled at herself and lowered her hands to Rhaenyra's hips, which curved so perfectly. She slowly ran her fingers upward, finding the strings and slowly starting to untie them. Without wasting any time, Alicent leaned towards Rhaenyra's neck and began to leave soft, wet kisses on it, feeling the blonde's body covered in goosebumps.
“You were a bad girl. Not as restrained girl as you should have been. Now I have to punish you so that you remember this lesson. If I told you not to make a sound, you shouldn’t even let out a loud sigh.” Alicent whispered as she continued to loosen her corset.
“I'm sorry.” Rhaenyra said barely audibly, trying to hold back a moan when Alicent's lips were behind her left ear.
“Oh, my dear,” Alicent circled Rhaenyra's waist with her right hand while continuing to untie her dress with her left. “That's not enough.” The brunette's long fingers slowly moved from the blonde's lower abdomen towards her rib cage. “I want to make sure you remember your lesson, and next time will obey properly.” The brunette moved her hand around the woman’s left breast and then cupped it completely. Rhaenyra was able to hold back a moan this time, feeling her hardened nipples rub uncomfortably against the thick fabric. Alicent also noticed the protruding bumps and smiled, “Someone is not comfortable in her dress; let me help you out.” With these words, Alicent made one last movement, and the corset finally loosened completely, allowing the dress to fall to the floor under its weight.
Finally, Rhaenyra appeared before her in full glory. Her milky skin shone golden in the dim light of those few candles. Alicent pulled away and took a step back, just to admire. Trained muscles of the back and buttocks, two depressions in the pelvis area—that perfectly fit her fingers when Rhaenyrs was on top—and an oblong scar that stretched from the middle of the back under the ribs on the left side. The brunette, without breathing, looked at the work of art in front of her as if for the first time. Barely noticeable pale hairs all over Rhaenyra’s body stood on end, and her skin itself was covered in goosebumps and Alicent smiled even wider, coming close to the woman in front of her. When Rhaenyra's bare back collided with Alicente's body, the blonde instantly arched her neck, lowering the back of her head onto her stepmother's shoulder. The brunette caught this movement and left several weightless kisses on the provided area of the body, running her right hand along the sculpted abs. Even after so many pregnancies, Rhaenyra's belly was perfect, which was obviously influenced by constant dragon riding. Alicent ran her fingers over the muscles, sliding her hand lower and lower, feeling small contractions that became more intense the lower her fingers went. Rhaenyra was just breathing heavily and didn’t make any sounds, but the brunette knew very well that this wouldn’t last long. The moment her slender fingers touched the tuft of platinum hair between Rhaenyra’s legs, the woman almost let a moan escape her lips. Alicent placed her palm on her pubic area, pushing her middle finger between her wet lips. Warm juice instantly enveloped his finger, clouding hazel eyes with desire.
"God, you are so ready.” Alicent said with a smile on her face, slowly removing her finger and accidentally touching the clit. An uncontrollable moan escaped Rhaenyra's lips, and Alicent felt her knees buckle slightly. It's time to change position. “Lie on your back.” Her words did not allow the slightest resistance to be shown, so Rhaenyra quickly stepped over her dress and found herself on the bed. Her ass was on the very edge, and her legs spread open to reveal her pulsating flesh. Alicent hesitated, feeling the knot in her stomach growing tighter, but she was not about to show mercy so quickly, even for her own good. “The rules are still the same,” the brunette said, taking a couple of steps towards the bedside table on which the candlestick rested. “I do whatever I want,” Breaking off the candle approximately in the middle, Alicent turns to the blonde and smiles predatorily at her. “You don't make a single sound.”
Rhaenyra swallowed the lump in her throat and arched her back slightly, showing her readiness. Alicent was on top in the blink of an eye. One hand squeezed Rhaenyra's neck, while the other tried to keep the candle upright. The brunette's lips were all over Queen`s to be face, but never once touched her parted lips. Rhaenyra breathed heavily, feeling the pressure on her neck, but concentrated on holding back another moan.
“You taste so good, and I haven't even tried the sweetest parts yet.” With these words, Alicent finally pressed her lips to her waiting lips. Their tongues met, and Rhaenyra closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the feelings. The brunette penetrated the unresisting mouth as if she had entered her own bedroom. She knew every corner of this dark and damp place and skillfully used it. The brunette pulled away only when she felt her forearm being squeezed twice. Rhaenyra took a deep breath, smiling and not taking her eyes off the woman on top. The blonde didn't even have time to catch her breath properly before Alicent removed her hand from her neck and began to cover the tender flesh with kisses and bites, gradually sinking lower and lower. When her lips dropped to the chest area, the brunette was distracted for a second, looking up at Rhaenyra. She looked back with a mixture of fear of irrelevance, impatience, and desire in her violet eyes. Alicent sat comfortably without breaking eye contact and slowly ran her hand from the blonde's hip to her right breast. Rhaenyra visibly swallowed but did not break eye contact. Alicent's thumb touched the hardened nipple, and Rhaenyra arched her back slightly, clenching her jaw tighter. However, this was just a distraction. The next second, a candle appeared over Rhaenyra's body, sprinkling hot wax on her stomach. Out of surprise, the blonde inhaled sharply but was able to hold back the groan that was ready to escape, which pleasantly surprised Alicent.
“Good girl. If you can hold out a little longer, you’ll get your well-deserved treat.” Rhaenyra didn't answer; she just opened her mouth slightly and threw back her head.
Alicent continued to draw unknown patterns on the blonde’s stomach using hot wax while simultaneously fingering her nipple. The blonde's body trembled slightly, and Hightower knew that she needed to put in just a little more effort to bring Rhaenyra to her peak. That is why, leaving the last few yellow drops of melted wax on the blonde’s stomach, she blew out the candle and threw it somewhere deep into the bedroom. Now nothing bothered Alicent. She lowered her hands to either side of the body beneath her and latched onto the nipple, which she had previously paid too little attention to. Rhaenyra arched her back once again as she felt a tongue on her nipple. Alison wrapped her mouth around the entire pink aureole, sucking it and, at the same time, perfectly licking the hardened nipple. Feeling the hot waves emanating from her lower abdomen, Rhaenyra clenched her hands into fists, along with the silk bedding. Having changed the centre of gravity, Alicent finally lowered her hand to where moisture was already oozing in a thin stream. Rhaenyra's eyes and mouth instantly flew open as the brunette rubbed her clitoris between her middle and index fingers.
“Nah-a. Be patient. I didn’t give you permission to cum.” Alicent said in an urgent tone, moving away from the blonde’s chest. “Only when I allow it.” The brunette stuck her fingers further between the messy lips that she loved so much and, without taking her eyes off Rhaenyra, inserted two fingers into her. The reaction was as expected. The blonde arched her back. The air coming out of her mouth vibrated, as did the rest of her body. Alicent set a slow rhythm, trailing kisses from her chest to her pubic area. Her tongue met Rhaenyra's clit just as she added two more fingers. The blonde whined, but Alicent ignored it, picking up the rhythm. Rhaenyra arched on the bed, taking in almost the brunette's entire palm. Alicent played with her clitoris with her lips and tongue, as if she were trying to pick a cherry from a tree with her tongue. The wet walls around her fingers had already begun to contract a little, and Alicent had to break away for a moment to give the order.
“I want to hear you cum. Now!” The brunette commanded, breathing heavily, returning her tongue to its proper place.
Rhaenyra didn't make her wait long. After two thrusts, a moan escaped her lips, which was more like a scream. Her body bent, her head leaned back to the limit, her eyes rolled back. For a few seconds, the whole world froze around when a wave of indescribable bliss passed through Rhaenyra’s entire body, right down to the toes, which clenched tightly. Alicent raised her head to see the work done, but continued to massage her clitoris rhythmically with her thumb. Rhaenyra collapsed on the bed, showing no signs of life. The look in her lavender eyes was empty, and her chest seemed to barely rise, and Alicent nodded several times, proud of herself. When the walls of the blonde's vagina finally relaxed and the brunette was able to slowly and gently remove her fingers from Rhaenyra, she brought them to her face and inhaled the scent of her woman. Her tongue tried to break through her teeth to lick everything thoroughly, but instead she ran her hand over the crumpled sheet, deciding not to interrupt her appetite before dinner. They still had the whole night ahead of them, and Alicent wanted to devote herself entirely to the main course.
A cool breeze enveloped her entire body. They hovered very low above the surface of the water, which looked golden in the light of the setting sun. Syrax made sounds of joy beneath her, and Rhaenyra herself couldn't help but smile. She was calm and relaxed, but most importantly, she was happy. Happy as never before.
“I went to the kitchen and asked to prepare a double batch of lemon cake today so that we could take some to the bedroom after the diner and...” Alicent was stopped from finishing her sentence by Syrax’s scream, and Rhaenyra giggled in unison with her.
“And you will eat lemon cake from the naked body of the Lemon Cake the first of her name.” Looking askance at her, Rhaenyra continued Alicent's sentence.
The brunette rolled her eyes, but smiled widely. Rhaenyra has always been this silly only for her. Rhaenyra has been many things only for her. Her joy. Her happy ending. They were both distracted from pleasant thoughts by Syrax, who apparently got tired of flying so low over the water and soared up. Alicent screamed, clinging tighter to Rhaenyra, which only made the smile on the blonde's face wider.
Violet eyes widened, but from the expression on the blonde’s face, it was clear that she had not yet fully come to her senses.
“This was intense on you.” A familiar velvety voice said from somewhere above, and Rhaenyra had to bend over to see Alicent, who was standing next to the bed with a glass of wine. The blonde swallowed, and Hightower smiled, handing her the glass. “How do you feel?” Rhaenyra rose on her elbows and reached for the offered glass, hesitating to answer. She began to drink the wine in large, greedy sips, a trickle of which slowly flowed from her lips to her chin, forming a drop that landed on her bare chest. Alicent watched this carefully, waiting for an answer.
“Like never before.” Having drained the glass completely, the blonde answered and smiled predatorily. “In a good way, I mean. But, mayhaps, during our next round, you will let me look at you.” Violet eyes ran over the refined figure, which was still covered by too many clothes for Rhaenyra's liking.
“Mayhaps.” Alicent said slowly, savouring each letter as she leaned closer to Rhaenyra.
Their lips met in a tender kiss. They didn't try to dominate each other. They wanted to show each other their love and care. It was the kind of kiss that, in a fairy tale, was powerful enough to stop a war.