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claymoresword · 1 year

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The Same Hunger

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

Summary: After a long day all Alicent longs for is some alone time with her dear wife.

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, porn with no plot, top!rhaenyra, bottom!alicent

Note: i watched that scene of olivia in vanity fair for the first time last week and it has been haunting me ever since.

alicent is definitely a bottom bordering on pillow princess sorry that's my reality!

anyway, i had so much fun with this i hope u enjoy it the same let me know what u think :)

not my gifs !

"The Sea Snake is requesting assistance from the crown, he has been fighting fiercely alongside Prince Daemon for many moons now." Lord Lannister says.

"I believe it would be wise to heed his request." The master of coin, chimes in.

Alicent sighs, the damn stepstones again. How she wishes Rhaenyra were here.

"Can we afford it?"

"I believe so, your Grace."

"Very well, come to his aide."

The council is silent for many moments and Alicent let's out a long awaited breath of relief. This meeting has gone on far later than intended.

"If there is nothing else of importance then let us be finished." Alicent announces and stands, taking her leave.

The men bow before making their own way out.

Alicent is speedwalking through Maegor's Holdfast, greeting anybody along the way with a gracious smile. From handmaidens to kitchen workers, they all stopped in their tracks to curtsey before their beloved Queen consort.

She soon walks past Rhaenyra's personal guard, Ser Arryk? She guesses.

"Ah, Ser Arryk, is the Queen in her chambers?"

"It's Erryk, your Grace." The Knight shuffles uncomfortably at the prospect of correcting a Queen.

"My apologies, Erryk." Alicent quickly says. She was admittedly not surprised at her mistake, she can never tell them apart.

"Aye, her Grace is in her chambers. My post has ended for the night, Ser Criston will be taking over for me."

"Very well, thank you Ser."

Alicent finds herself humming as she walks down the hallway to Rhaenyra's apartments. A welcomed flutter in her belly, she was excited to see her wife after a terribly long day.

Ser Criston greets her with a smile.

"Your Grace."

"Is she in there?"

Criston merely nods and steps aside to let Alicent through.

Alicent is met with the sight of her wife at her desk ruffling through a mountain of unanswered scrolls.

She looks distressed and Alicent's own face contorts sympathetically.

Rhaenyra finally spots her wife and the expression on her face is nothing short of relief, Alicent's heart constricts longingly at the sight.

"Your Grace." She smirks, curtseying at her wife before making her way over to her.

Alicent situates herself on her wife's lap, Rhaenyra's hands rest on her waist before leaning in. Her tongue entering her wife's mouth almost immediately, a kiss that lacked propriety.

Rhaenyra undoubtedly missed Alicent just as much today.

"You stink."

Alicent whispers as their lips disconnected, earning a genuine laugh. She recognises the familiar stench of dragon, over the years she has learnt to tolerate but has never gotten used to it.

"I know. I did not get the chance to bathe after riding, today has been dreadfully busy."

Alicent looks over at the several pieces of parchment sitting on her wife's desk.

"Truthfully, half of these are proposals of marriage to our Helaena, from Lords all over the realm."

Rhaenyra answers before Alicent even says anything.

"Hm"

Alicent stands and makes her way to her bedside, taking off her earrings.

"We must make her choose soon, Alicent."

"Mhm" Alicent only hums in response and she steps out of her dress and into her night clothes.

"Off to bed already, dear wife?"

Alicent looks up at the other woman, amused.

"Its nearly past the hour of the owl, Rhaenyra."

The queen glances out the window. She hadn't realised it was that late already.

"Oh."

Rhaenyra quickly looks down, resuming her work.

"Though, I have no plans to sleep." Alicent says under her breath but as expected, her wife remains oblivious.

Alicent bites her lip hiding a grin, she makes her way over to Rhaenyra again.

Snatching the Old King's crown from Rhaenyra's head, she cheekily places it on top of her own.

The targaryen beams before looking up, she watches as Alicent climbs onto the edge of the bed, situating herself on her knees peering at her wife.

"It definitely suits you." Rhaenyra says as she fights the urge to gawk.

Alicent was utterly breathtaking even like that.

Especially like that.

"I need to finish going over these endless correspondents."

Rhaenyra says but she is mostly pleading.

She watches as Alicent runs her hands along her own legs, deliberately pulling up her nightgown exposing more of her thighs.

"Alicent.." Rhaenyra begs again.

Alicent moves to widen her legs, a gesture she knew Rhaenyra could never resist.

Rhaenyra shoots up from her seat and Alicent bites her lip.

Her wife now standing before her, Alicent juts out her bottom lip innocently and looks up at Rhaenyra through her eyelashes.

"I've missed you terribly, Your Grace."

Alicent says, her hands now pulling up her gown further, settling them right over her center.

Rhaenyra's eyes flit down to her hand placement and Alicent feels her body hum in anticipation.

Alicent bravely tugs at the hem of Rhaenyra's breeches and the targaryen snaps, crashing their lips into a heated kiss.

Guiding Alicent further back, the crown now falls off her head and rolls off the bed. Finally crashing onto the ground with a loud clank.

Alicent's hand finds the back of Rhaenyra's neck, her legs wrapping around the other woman's waist. She suppresses the urge to grind her core against Rhaenyra's.

"You dare taunt me, dear wife?"

Rhaenyra growls and Alicent throws her head back, pursing her lips an attempt to hold in a moan.

Rhaenyra tilts her head to place a sloppy kiss against her wife's neck, her teeth grazing the skin, she bites down and Alicent chokes out a moan in both pain and pleasure.

The targaryen slips her hand underneath Alicent's nightgown reveling at the feeling of her wife arching her back as soon as her palm came into contact with her bare stomach.

Rhaenyra's hand finds Alicent's breast and she kneads before roughly pinching one of her nipples.

A louder, desperate moan escapes Alicent's lips.

"Rhaenyra.. I want it off please." Alicent whimpers as she begins to pull her own gown over her head, Rhaenyra lets her.

She quickly takes Alicent's nipples into her mouth, licking and sucking in the way she knows her wife enjoys best.

"Yes.."

Alicent does not attempt to suppress it, she moans loudly again.

"Quiet." Rhaenyra scolds, enjoying the whine of protest that escapes her wife's lips.

Rhaenyra licks her way down to Alicent's navel, kissing and nipping at the surrounding area. Alicent's chest is heaving as she squirms at the feeling of her wife's hot mouth on her.

The targaryen wastes no time in moving further down, her mouth coming into contact with Alicent's center. Her tongue moves expertly, pleasuring her wife as if her entire livelihood depended on it.

Alicent's hand moves to her hair gripping a fistful of it as she grinds against Rhaenyra's tongue wantonly.

She is now panting and moaning with every movement of Rhaenyra's tongue. She can feel her climax rapidly approaching.

Her legs begin to shake and her grip on Rhaenyra tightens and she nearly screams when her wife stops her movements pulling her mouth away.

"What are you doing? Rhaenyra don't stop." Alicent pleads, desperately seeking the friction to achieve her release. She finds Rhaenyra's thigh and starts grinding, her weeping pussy causing the fabric of her wife's slacks to soak through.

"Gods Alicent hold on, don't come yet. Get on top."

Rhaenyra tries to flip their positions but Alicent is not listening. She feels her wife tremble beneath her as she moved her hips against her thigh. She groans at the feeling, the mere sight of Alicent chasing her orgasm drove her insane. Rhaenyra's hand moves to her wife's abdomen at an attempt to still her movements but it was too late.

Alicent comes undone, she moans loudly as her mouth falls open. The intense orgasm ripping through her.

Rhaenyra watches her wife in awe, she is just so fucking beautiful.

Alicent opens her eyes, finally meeting Rhaenyra's darkened gaze.

She feels the heat creep up to her face and Rhaenyra notices, leaning down she kisses Alicent tenderly, a wordless reassurance.

Rhaenyra swiftly flips them over, Alicent was now straddling her lap. She soothingly runs her hands up Alicent's side.

"Can you go again?"

Alicent nods eagerly as she peers down at her, already moving against her wife's clothed center.

Rhaenyra takes the opportunity to lift her own night shirt over her head.

She sits up, placing a kiss on her wife's collarbone.

Her hand finding Alicent's core she slips two fingers into her entrance until she was knuckle deep.

Alicent whimpers at the feeling of her wife's fingers stretching her out. Her hand gripping the back of Rhaenyra's neck for support.

Rhaenyra begins pumping her fingers in and out and Alicent moves against her fingers matching her rhythm.

"You are so beautiful, Alicent."

She says against her wife's ear and she can feel her grip tighten, moving harder against Rhaenyra's fingers.

Alicent's reaches her climax for the second time that night. Panting, she slumps against Rhaenyra and her wife holds her close placing tender kisses against her shoulder.

Rhaenyra allows Alicent to catch her breath for another moment before speaking.

"We're not done. Get on your knees."

Rhaenyra leans to the side grabbing her crown off the floor, she places it on top of her own head.

Alicent shudders, her wife is tenacious and she realises it's partly her fault for provoking her in the first place.

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corporalicent · 9 months

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stress relief

alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen

sinopsis: Alicent had a stressful day, she decide to take a bath to release her stress. And someone comes to help her.

warnings: bath sex, female masturbation, fingering.

rating: 18+, minors dni

ao3

a/n: again, english isn't my first language i'm sorry if there's some grammatical error. i'm back with horny rhaenicent stories, i hope y'all missed me <3. every reblog, like and comment is appreciated!

Queen Alicent stromed out of the council room. Every men in that room stressed her more that she already was at the time of the meeting. Between those men with horrible ideas for the kingdom and her husband who is between life and death, Alicent felt like the pressure of the crown was on ther shoulders and she needed to release the stress she was feeling.

As soon as she entered her chambers, Alicent called a maid to prepare her a bath. She sat on her vanity waiting for another maid to help her take her crown and pins she had on her hair but no one came. "Why is no one in there place?" she asked annoyed while taking her crown.

She saw when the maid finish preparing the bath. "You may go now", the Queen said to the maid. She left the glass of wine she was serving next to the bath and bow to her. The maid walked towards to door, and before she left, she took a last look of the Queen as she was taking her gown off for the bath.

Her feet touched the hot water and a small chill ran through her body. She finally sat down on the bath, and an immediately relief came to her. Her stress and anger went away for the moment she was there.

She took the glass of wine, and took small sip so the liquid would last longer. She started to feel another type of heat on her body, and she needed to take her of it.

Alicent took a small cloth that was placed in the stool next to the bath, she dipped in the water and started to move it on her body. She move it from her arms to her chest and legs. But everytime she passed her chest, she took her time to really massage her breast.

Sometimes with a rush, others she would take her time with each boob. But everytime, she closed her eyes and imagine someone else doing to her.

As the seconds passed, she left the cloth far away and continued the motion with just her right hand. And her left hand started to search for her lower body. Her fingers found her pussy and with everytime her finger came in and out of her, her breath became more heavier. Her eyes were closed as she continued to imagine someone else.

She felt someone came to her chambers but she was so into the moment, she didn't care if a maid saw her in that position.

A second later, she felt a hand moving on her upper body. A hand she recognized. She wanted to turned to look at them, but their soft voice made her stay in her position. "Don't move, my Queen. I'm here to release the stress you're feeling", Rhaenyra said on Alicent ear as both of her hands were on her breasts.

Alicent's shyness came as soon as she knew Rhaenyra was with her. "Please continue", the Princess said as a response to the Queen's taking her finger out of herself. Alicent's fingers went on her as soon as she heard those words. Rhaenyra continued massaging Alicent's breast while kissing her neck trying to leave a small mark on her, while Alicent tried to not let out moans. "Let them out, let me hear you", Rhaenyra demanded.

"A-and what i-if your fath-er hears me-e?" Alicent barely could let out those words without moans coming out of her mouth. "And what's he going to do? He can barely talk to us, let alone hear us", she replied laughing on her ear.

Alicent felt Rhaenyra's hands moved out of her body for a second. Before she could complained about it, she saw her lovers naked body next to her. "Gods, you're so beautiful" she said with a big smile on her face. With the hand she didn't had in her, she took Rhaenyra's arm and made her come into the bathtub, "Come in".

"As you wish, my Queen", she replied laughing as she entered the hot water. She sat on Alicent looking at her face to face, and with one hand she took the hand Alicent had in her and introduce it in her pussy. Alicent would maker her finger come in and out of Rhaenyra while she would bounce on top of her, making her breast move up and down.

Rhaenyra release every moan that would formed on her mouth making Alicent more and more horny. To the point that she took Rhaenyra's hand and place her fingers in her. Both of them were determine to make the other moaned the loudest, and they didn't care who would heard from outside the room.

Alicent reached her climax before Rhaenyra's, and as Rhaenyra took her fingers out of Alicent, the Queen said "Please Nyra, let me help you".

"My dear Queen", Rhaenyra said after placing a kiss on Alicent's mouth. "I'm here to help you, not the other way around", she took the Queen's fingers out of her and trying to sit comfortable on top of her. Not without putting her breast on Alicent's face "accidentally".

"You're a mean woman, you know that" she said while putting her hands on Rhaenyra's hips. "And you love me for that", she replied with a big smile on her face.

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acinnamongirlsdiary · 3 months

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𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓡𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓼-𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1: 𝓢𝓪𝓭 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓫𝔂 𝓛𝓓𝓡

Summary: Reader and Jacaerys are arranged to be wed. But reader doesn’t want that bc she hardly remembers him. Tension are rising with house Lannister so allies are more important then ever.

Cw: Slowburn, angst, this is genuinely just a fix-it fic, Rhaenicent, some mentions of s/a trauma but will be tagged in the chapters!!, mean dad, eventual smut but will tag in chapters, readers super apprehensive, VERY self indulgent

Pls be nice this is my first fic lol!! Feedback is very welcome tho! Banner creds to- @gwzzzly

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

You were sure your father would be the death of you. One of the most powerful and influential lords of Westeros forcing his youngest daughter to marry Queen Rhaenrya’s eldest son, Jacaerys Valeryon.

Knowing him since you were kids claimed your beating heart just a little. The thought still scared you. The idea of a loveless, political marriage was terrifying. Especially with a man you haven’t seen in 7 years.

“We’re almost to Kings landing, My Lady.” Your maid and friend, Abby, said. “Are you excited? I remember when we were younger you were so in love with him and the idea of becoming queen.”

She was right. The idea of Jacaerys and being queen was enticing, but your father’s words were causing a little apprehension to say the least.

“I don’t know.” You spoke softly, as though you were trying not to wake a bear, “I remember him being kind, but it’s been so long. What if he’s changed? What if he’s become as power hungry like most other men.”

“I choose to believe Rhaenrya would rather die then let that happen.” Abby said. She was amazing to have around. So kind an positive even when you would start to spiral.

“I’m hoping for my sake he’s understanding. I’m so nervous I don’t know how I’ll react when I see him.” You said poking out the window. The foliage and mountains were so beautiful, covered with fog ready to claim travelers.

It reminded you of simpler, softer times.

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

Getting out of the carriage and up the steps to the throne room were grueling. Your father reminding you to speak kindly and be as open as possible was stressing you out and causing you to shut down even more. He could be kind, your father as you siblings loved to remind you, but he was nothing if not arrogant through and through.

The throne room was vast but smaller than you remember. Running through it and poking your finger on the swords of the iron throne (which was just as intimidating as before). Rhaenyra and Alicent smiled at you.

“Hello sweet girl” Alicent said, pulling you into a warm hug. “It’s been so long you’re so much older!” She smiled.

“Queen Alicent! I’ve missed you!” You exclaimed wrapping your arms around her. You didn’t expect to see Jacaerys right away asking the queens where he was.

“Oh Jace is on the beach with Luke training.” Rhaenyra stated. Her warm gaze on you felt nostalgic. “Heleana will show you your room and perhaps you two can take a walk to show you around.”

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

As you walked with Heleana, your anxiety started to lower. She spoke about how kind Jacaerys was, how much you’ll like it here and how excited he was to see you again.

“He’ll be at the feast tonight. It’s all he’s spoken to Rhaenrya about for the past couple of days!” She giggled.

“Really? I didn’t expect him to be so happy.” The thought of a man so happy to see you after so long felt you with warmth.

“Oh yes. He’s gotten bigger than he was before.” She giggled “I’m sure he’ll be able to twirl you around whilst you two dance the night away!” She let go of your hand and started to spin, while looking dreamily to the sky.

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

Your nerves eased through the day, talking and having tea and picking out dresses with Abby and Heleana.

“That one will bring him to his knees.” Abby giggle, referring to a beautiful pink gown with shirt sleeves and little ruffles on the bodice. You twirl thinking of dancing with Jacaerys. His arms around you as if you were the only people in the world.

“Did you hear what Lady Carrie said?” Abby spoke as she massaged shampoo through your hair. “She was speaking to one of the Tyrell boys and how she planned to dance with him.” You gasp. The idea of Lady Carrie and him was odd. Especially with how rough he looked. “I don’t think he deserves her though.”

The night went on with gossip and preparing for the grand meal. You tried to pay attention but ever mention of Jacaerys made you both freeze up and go stiff but also become excited in ways you could hardly contain. The idea of him and you being bound together scared you. But you’re hair tied up and flowers woven through out, your makeup in light pink shades and in your beautiful pink dress, you knew you at least looked your best.

Walking into the dining room all eyes were on you. Especially Jacaerys’.

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

Sorry if this is so short! The future chapters will be longer but I just wanted to get this one out!

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daemontargaryenwhore · 7 months

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I think it was never romantic love but rather companionship kind of love. They clearly had great love for one another.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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Hello Ange 👋 May I request a Threesome with Alicent, Rhaenyra and a female OC? 🤭 Maybe throw some mommy and corruption kink into it, however you like 🤗

Thank you so much for the request, Laura! I hope you enjoy this.

Warnings: Voyeurism, wlm content, tiddy succin, a slap between the legs, oral (f receiving, duh), fingering. Slight manipulation. Smut. Word count: ~1400

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

It is noon and a fresh Springtime breeze circulates through the halls of the Red Keep, as you make your way up the stone staircase of Maegor’s Holdfast, towards the Queen’s apartments. A bundle of clean linens are nestled in your arms, prepared to do the day’s turndown of the bed. You are running behind today. Since the arrival of Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra, along with all of their children, you seemed to be late to do everything. The Dragonstone visitors had more than doubled your workload.

You push your way through the heavy wooden doors, sending a silent prayer to the Mother that Queen Alicent would not be present to scold you for your tardiness. However, it is another sound entirely that fills your ears upon entering the bedchamber.

The lilt of soft moans and giggles causes you to pause, not daring to trust what you are hearing until the cadence begins to increase. The right thing to do in that moment would be to turn and walk back down the staircase that carried you here, however, curiosity propels you forward until the Queen’s four poster bed is in view.

Through the gaps in the gauzy material that hangs suspended from the wooden bedframe, you can make out two writhing, naked bodies. Alicent lays flat on her back, her pretty face contorted in pleasure as a silver haired woman lays with her head buried between her thighs.

Alicent’s eyes fly open, wide with horror, as you gasp at the sight before you. You realise it is Rhaenyra that she is coupling with, as she turns to face you, and you stand frozen in shock for perhaps a little too long. Your eyes rake over the supple curves of their bodies, the way the sweat glistens on their flesh, highlighting the subtle pink flush of their skin.

You force yourself to look away, uttering a string of rambled apologies as you turn and flee from the room, still clutching the bedclothes tightly to your chest.

You don’t tell a soul what you have witnessed, all too aware of the implications it would have. Instead, you keep your head down and focus on your work around the Keep. The image of what you saw earlier that morning refuses to leave your mind, however, and you are perplexed by the feeling of warmth that spreads between your legs whenever you think about it.

It is the witching hour and you are about to prepare for sleep when Alicent’s lady’s maid informs you that the Queen has requested your presence in her quarters, at once. Fear gnaws at your insides as you make your way to the other side of the castle. You’ve no real reason to feel afraid of her, she has never been unkind to you, yet you have never walked in on anything quite so scandalous before. You do not know what to expect.

When you are beckoned inside upon knocking at the door, you are startled to see Rhaenyra before you. She stands in a thin cotton shift, her long pale hair loose around her shoulders and her hands clasped in front of her.

She cocks her head to the side, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Did you have fun spying earlier?”

“I didn’t tell anyone, I swear!” You protest, panic bubbling in your chest, causing your heart to hammer wildly against your ribcage.

“Oh, kēlītsos, I know you didn’t.” She steps towards you, gripping your chin between her thumb and forefinger. “But that’s not what I asked, is it?” Kitten.

You gaze wide-eyed at her, not quite knowing what the High Valyrian word she just spoke to you means, beyond the fact that the sound of it makes you clench around nothing. “I-I wasn’t spying.” You stammer, wetting your lips with your tongue.

Rhaenyra’s eyes flicker downwards to your mouth and then back up again. “But you liked it.”

She smirks when your only response is a pitiful whine. “Don’t think your behaviour won’t go unpunished.”

“Oh, ‘Nyra! Don’t be so cruel to the poor girl.”

Your head whips around to where Alicent is reclining on the bed. The sheer fabric of her nightgown leaves the outline of her nakedness just about visible in the candlelight. Your eyes dart between the Queen and the Princess, unsure of what to make of the situation that’s playing out before you.

Rhaenyra releases your chin, taking your hand and guiding you towards the bed, gesturing for you to sit. You perch on the edge and immediately Alicent moves to place delicate hands upon your shoulders, sweeping your hair away from your neck.

“You don’t think she deserves to be punished for her prying eyes?” Rhaenyra asks offhandedly, dexterous fingers pulling at the laces that hold the front of your dress together.

“No.” Comes Alicent’s response, pressing a featherlight kiss to your neck that causes you to shiver. “She ought to be rewarded for her silence.”

“Would you like that, kēlītsos? A reward?” Rhaenyra asks, a hint of subtle mocking in her tone.

You have no idea what that could possibly mean, but if it serves to prolong the heady feeling of anticipation that’s steadily building inside of you, you will more than gladly accept. Fervently you nod your head.

Rhaenyra pushes you to lay back and you let out a squeal as she pushes up your skirts, dragging your small clothes down your legs.

“Shhh…it’s okay.” Alicent coos, laying beside you and stroking your hair.

You stare into her soft brown eyes, taking comfort in the mixture of kindness and desire you see reflected back at you.

A sharp stinging sensation between your legs causes you to cry out, as Rhaenyra delivers a slap to your slick folds. “Stop making a fuss. Alicent may be a soft touch, but I’m not. Ungrateful little brat.”

You whimper, the pain quickly subsiding to a pleasurable aching sensation.

Alicent leans in, capturing your lips with her own and kisses you tenderly. “You’ll be good for us now, won’t you?”

“Y-yes.” You whisper.

“Good girl.”

She kisses you again and you mewl into it as you feel the flat of Rhaenyra’s tongue work itself against you, once, twice, three times, before the tip comes to bully at your pearl.

“You’re doing so well for us.” Alicent soothes, working a hand inside your loosened bodice to pinch gently at your nipples.

You arch your back, the sensation of it combined with Rhaenyra’s tongue lapping at you causes an irresistible tightening in your lower belly.

You fist the sheets as you feel Rhaenyra push a finger inside of you, a lewd moan escaping your throat.

“Shut her up.” She snaps, looking up from between your thighs, before crooking her finger to push and pull against a spot deep inside of you that makes your legs tremble.

“You mustn’t be so loud.” Alicent tells you. “Here.”

She pulls down the neckline of her nightdress, revealing the plush swell of her breasts to you and guides your head towards them.

Greedily you suckle a pebbled peak into your mouth, reveling in how Alicent threads her fingers into your hair, sighing in satisfaction.

You feel yourself beginning to tighten, Alicent’s insistent tugging at your roots and Rhaenyra’s tongue and fingers expertly working at your core serve to push you closer and closer to the edge. With a final flick of the Princess’ tongue against your bud with a well timed thrust of her finger, you fall apart, tightening and spasming uncontrollably in the throes of ecstasy.

You pull away from Alicent, desperate for the release of being able to cry out, but she is quick to capture your lips with her own, muffling your sounds with heated kisses.

Once you’re calmed, Rhaenyra lifts herself away from you, wiping at her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, as Alicent cradles your head against her chest.

“You taste divine, kēlītsos.” Rhaenyra purrs. “Would you like to taste us too?”

“Yes.” You croak out weakly, mind too hazy with bliss to fully comprehend what you are being asked.

“Good.” She says, crawling to lay at the other side of you. “Keep this to yourself and we shall give you the opportunity to do just that.”

#rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #alicent hightower x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader x alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader x rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen smut #alicent hightower smut #rhaenyra targaryen fan fiction #alicent hightower fan fiction #hotd smut #hotd fan fiction

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nvmbrains · 1 year

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I have this fanfic idea where Rhaenyra is forced by the king to go to the North to strengthen her claim to the throne and take Alicent along because his words

“You will stop this quarrel immediately and show these lords that you two are a united family with a stable kingdom, am I clear?”

Until they're there and Alicent curses every Targaryen generation she can name, because she CAN'T handle the cold of the North, she can't speak without chattering her teeth, and Rhaenyra doesn't know whether to be amused or worried.

Alicent lasts 2 days without sleep with a cold that hurts her bones, and there is no fire or skin to protect her from it.

She finds the solution on the third night where she sneaks under the covers of a Rhaenyra so confused and sleepy that all she can do is accept this human into her arms. And obviously throughout the entire stay Alicent sleeps with Rhaenyra and gets addicted to it because how can one person be so hot? And why can she sleep better with her face buried in Rhaenyra's neck?

In the end the king is very pleased with the two's approach, only confused why his wife prefers to sleep with his daughter every day.

#rhaenicent #hotd #rhaenyra x alicent #Someone do this and put a lot of smut

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insomniakisses · 4 months

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Alicent and Rhae 69 ing while g!p or Alpha reader is tied up watching?

MINORS ANS CIS HETS DNI // 18+ Content Ahead

From my smutty asks section! Like always if u want it adapted into a fic simply ask but for now lets talk about it!

Its definitely a punishment

Like you FUCKED UP

Maybe you flirted with someone else, maybe you forgot to kiss them before leaving, or maybe just MAYBE they know u went to the whore house

They eat each other out so expertly that you know its not there first time

That some how turns you on more

Knowing they’ve been fucking wothout you

They have a rope toed around your cock too

Giving it a painful tug ever now and then

There Sooooo dirty talking to each other too

They try to get a rose outta you saying sex is so much better without you, and how maybe they should ask another alpha for some help

They go for HOURS leaving u high and dry

Might even do this for a few days

Until your begging, whining, pleading for them and then they use you to your breaking point

Make your mind turn to mush as they use you

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #house of the dragon imagines #hotd imagines #house of the dragon x reader #smut ask #hotd smut ask #alicent imagines #hotd alicent #alicent hotd #alicent x reader #alicent hightower imagines #hotd omegaverse #rhaenyra imagines #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra #rhaenicent

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legitalicat · 3 months

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Out of Time

Chapter 6 - "I'll Beg You Nice from my Knees"

AN: I am so sorry this took so long, I have had some medical testing done and had some health episodes so I couldn't dedicate as much time as I wanted to with this chapter. I hope you like it! This dedication has been removed. Also the title is a line from "All I Wanted" by Paramore cause that song went through my mind a lot during this chapter. In another life, reader would be with Erryk.

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Summary: Three weeks. That is how long it took Y/N to get any of the men back in her company after the horrific dinner. She didn't spend the entire time angry, though. She just didn't understand what she did to make them avoid her. All she wanted was to have them.

TW: A lot of reflection on the Driftmark incident, a lot of anger, vaginal fingering, mentions of substance use, mentions of violence, angst, talks of injury, character death of sorts but in the past and not anyone major, profanity, Aemond being dirty af

Relationship: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, talks of Jacaerys Velaryon x Twin!Reader, talks of Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon!Reader, Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (not explicit but realized it's a thing)

Word Count: 4.8k

Mother and Alicent had come to help escort me back to my room after the dinner. Ser Erryk provided the physical support I needed while they were providing me some emotional. It was nice to be with them and not be expected to say anything about the dinner.

Time began to pass in a blur in a way that made me unable to distinguish the days from one another. I was aware of Mother and Alicent both agreeing, given how hurt I still was, that the homecoming feast should wait a few weeks. It was fine with me, as I did not want to even have a feast to begin with. The mornings were spent in the dragon pit with the children.

The five of them loved that I went with them. The keepers helped me to bring Vhaela out so that the two of us could get reacquainted while the kids learned with an adult dragon. It was always nice to spend time with her. Feeding her was one of my favorite things. She was so proud of herself when she blew fire to cook the meat provided she always looked to me for approval.

And in the evenings, I soothed my aches with a warm bath and biscuit. That part was nice too. Something about feeling the water wash over me as the fuzziness took over my brain allowed me to truly relax.

Well, as relaxed as I could be when neither of the men that declared my hand was theirs came to speak with me. At first, I would’ve only accepted them talking to me to apology for making a scene. Aemond and Jacaerys truly could not get past the stupid competition they alone create, and that had caused such a fuss so many times.

Then morning came and I just hoped one of them would at least come to check on me. Hours passed by that day and still neither came to find me. Even after sending my new handmaid, a young girl named Elayna Tyrell, to bring them to me, they did not come. Why were they avoiding me?

Though what made less sense was how Aegon avoided me. Correction. How he avoided me during my conscious hours was what didn’t make sense. I could tell by the way my pillow smelled of him that he would lay beside me as I slept. Knowing him he probably held me.

After it became several days without sight of any of them, I began to deflate. And then it became nearly three weeks. What did I do wrong?

Mother and Alicent were with me as the Maester were doing their daily examination. It was how I started most of my days. Mother and Alicent would bring breakfast to me and they sat with me until the exam was finished.

“Any pain the last few days?” he asked as he ran his fingers along my ribs.

“No. I have not needed to use the biscuits for physical pain, only at night to ease me to sleep,” I said to him. It no longer felt painful or inconvenient to move. My busted lip had healed. Finally I felt like myself.

“Any memories or visions further than what we’ve discussed?” he asked me quietly, so low that Mother and Alicent would not hear.

That was a more complicated matter. Every night I dreamt of being in complete darkness, only for the small red vial to turn up and be the only light source. I would walk towards it. Hours could pass and I would only be just approaching it, when a woman would appear just as it had.

This woman was devastatingly beautiful. Her hair and eyes looked to be made of flames, contrasting greatly against her pale skin. If one could imagine the ideal woman’s body, I believe they would imagine this woman. Full breasts yet an otherwise slender figure, the way any man preferred his whores. She constantly wore robes that matched the red of her hair and eyes. And around her neck laid a golden choker embedded with rubies.

This was not a woman I had memory of ever seeing. Believe me when I say she was so beautiful I know I would remember her. Her haunting my dreams every night was enough to make me certain of that.

None of that was new. What was, however, was her speaking. She would reach out, taking the vial in her hand, only to offer it to me while saying the words, “Gūrogon bisa skori ao jaelagon naejot sagon lenton.” It was Valyrian, and roughly translated to, “Take this when you want to go home.”

Only telling the Maester of this woman felt the best way to go about it. If Mother knew, she would tear the whole Kingdom brick from brick until she found this woman. I could not predict anyone else’s response nor did I really want to think about it.

“Nothing I am certain of,” I responded, which only garnered a nod.

He stepped away from my body and turned to Mother. “She is as healed as she can be. The damage done to her bones may always be there. You can feel an indent in the fifth and sixth ribs, where I suspect the bones ended together.”

“That will not affect her further?” Alicent asked him, speaking for Mother.

My jaw tightened. While I was not entirely sure what was going on between them, I was not a huge fan. Alicent speaking for Mother, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, as though she still had any right. How was it fair or possible that Alicent got to sit at the side of the Iron Throne for so long?

“No, Your Grace,” he said to Alicent before turning to look to me. “Though I would recommend caution. Bones once broken could be easier to break.”

“Luckily I have no plans of being further beaten or tortured,” I muttered, earning a sharp look from Mother. “Sorry.”

I thought it was hilarious. Though I always thought I was funnier than those around me. Jace found me funny.

“And what is your opinion on me flying?” I asked him. I was aware how eager I sounded.

“I see no reason to restrict you further,” he said.

Whatever else was said between Mother, Alicent, and the Maester was lost on me. Slipping behind the partition, I pulled on my riding dress.

It belonged to Mother when she was young, before the way her body changed with pregnancy. It was a simple black with grey fastenings. A slit ran up the middle of the skirt so that while standing it appeared to be a normal skirt, yet it parted when I would be mounted on Vhaela. Black scale accents adorned the shoulders and the lower quarter of the sleeves. The fabric was heavy, helping avoid any chill.

I did not do anything particularly special with my hair. The front section on either side, less than an inch, got pulled back away from my face into a small braid. With that, I was ready.

When I stepped out from behind the partition, the Maester was gone. Thank the gods.

“I do not think you should go flying yet,” Mother told me as she stood from her chair.

“You cannot stop me,” I said firmly.

“Y/N” she said, beginning to explain her reasoning.

“No. No. I have been reasonable and compliant this entire time. You two want to play house and pretend the past did not happen, and I have not spoken a word. You both prepare a grand feast that will happen in two days time and I accept it without argument despite not wanting it. Being poked and prodded by the Maester every morning before I even have finished my breakfast has been irritating to no end but still I stayed silent,” I said, feeling a fire build up inside of me. “I went eighteen years, waiting for a dragon while all my brothers’ eggs hatched! Aegon and Helaena had a dragon before I could even form a thought! Even Aemond had Vhagar by the time he was ten! And yet I only had weeks with Vhaela before five years was stolen from me!”

“Rhaenyra, she has a point,” Alicent said to her, taking her hand. The way Mother relaxed made me freeze.

That was what it was. Why Mother allowed Alicent a seat, even still. Why Mother had clung to the idea of the Alicent of their girlhood, even when Alicent was a nightmare. They were in love.

“You would need to chain me in the black cells to keep from her,” I whispered, stepping forward to take her hands in my own. “I am not leaving. I am not disappearing. But Vhaela more than anything is my birthright as a Targaryen.”

She looked between me and Alicent. I could see the thoughts brewing in her mind, trying to find a way to convince both of us to keep me here. Yet, I was my mother’s daughter, blood of the dragon. There was nothing keeping me where I did not want to be.

“Take Aemond or Jace with you,” she instructed me.

Despite not wanting to give them more opportunity to ignore me, I did not want to keep arguing with Mother. Any fight between Targaryens could turn explosive rather quickly. It is why I am grateful that there was no war for Mother’s crown. Had there been, I imagine our entire family would be gone, if not the entire kingdom.

Without another word, I left the room. Erryk was immediately by my side. His presence was comforting, as I found in recent weeks he was my greatest company. And in truth, he wasn’t a bad looking man either. If he hadn’t taken the oath preventing him from taking a wife, I may have said screw the other three and just chosen him.

“Where are we headed, Princess? I assume the Dragon Pit?” he asked as we walked. He looked me up and down, giving a small smile at my attire.

“First we need to find either Jace or Aemond,” I muttered.

“You have not desired to see them for a while now. What’s changed?” he asked me.

“I have been permitted to fly again. Mother, however, insists I take one of the two of them,” I explained. He said nothing else.

As we walked, I knew where both men would be. Aemond would most likely be in the training yard. Despite having been a very accomplished swordsman by his sixteenth nameday, he continued training just as obsessively as before. And Jace? On days like today, where the sun was hidden just enough to avoid hurting one’s eyes but glimmered through the clouds like a treasure waiting to be found, he liked to go down to the shoreline and watch the boats.

My heart pulled me in two different directions. Jace was who my head told me I should want. He truly had been my other half. There was no way I could ever exist without him. Yet still he stayed away. He was the type of person to use the silent treatment as a punishment. Whenever I had made him angry, he would go long bouts of time without saying a thing to me. The longest he went was three months.

Yet Aemond felt like who I wanted to spend time with the most. He was who I wanted to make see my side of things. These last few weeks had driven me crazy because he had refused to come to me. He had never stayed far from my side for more than a few hours if we were in the same place.

My heart decided I needed Aemond. I needed him like one needs to breathe. It felt as though without him life did not make sense.

Instead of turning right at the end of the corridor to leave through the main doors of the Keep, I turned left. It was the fastest way to the training yard. Well, actually, from my room there was a secret corridor hidden behind this dragon statue that lead directly to the training yard, with a few offshoots to get to other rooms around the Keep. But given the fact I don’t want many people knowing about it, including Erryk, it was smarter for me to take this way.

“You look well, Princess,” Erryk commented as we passed several members of Court.

Members of Court were lords and ladies who came from houses that felt they deserved to live among us, yet were evidently unimportant enough that they could abandon their holdings to play dress up with royals. In truth they disgusted me as a general rule. What bothered me was not that they were not royalty, I truthfully couldn’t care less about birth status. No, it bothered me that they would so carelessly abandon their duties at their own homes to come and live in mine.

Perhaps if they just were happy to live here it would not be so terrible. Yet, they would eat the food we had and take the benefits of being a member of court to live lavish lifestyles, all while spreading rumors of our lives. I did not like liars. I did not like people who benefit from lies they spread.

That’s not to say all members of Court were bad. When I was little I had a handmaid named Tarla Greyjoy who was absolutely lovely. She was kind to me, got along with the rest of my family without trying to insert herself into relationships. She didn’t try to get Jacaerys to marry her instead of me like some girls did. And most importantly, she was a very good secret keeper.

She had died when she was thirteen and I was fourteen. We had been sailing to Driftmark so that Jace and I could visit our grandparents, and naturally I had her with me. I didn’t know how scared she was of storms. We sailed right into one and in a panic, she slipped on the deck. To this day I don’t really understand, but she fell in such a way that her neck broke and she died instantly. I was inconsolable for days. She had been my friend for nearly ten years, stood by my side every day during that time. I missed her dearly, but if I gave her too much thought it resulted in a crippling panic attack.

When we stepped out into the training yard, it was not a surprise to see Aemond. He moved gracefully with every swing of his sword. It was like watching Caraxes do his mating dance for Syrax in a way. Which if I were honest sounds a lot dorkier than it was.

He didn’t notice me at first, I don’t think. He was solely focused on his opponent, who I vaguely recognized as another member of Court. The opponent came from a lesser house, I think House Redwyne, and those types of men always liked the chance to get close as possible to us. They also always liked to flirt with Helaena and I to try to make us fall in love and get all gooey when we see them so they can improve their station.

With a swift jab of the sword’s pommel into the shoulder from Aemond, the Redwyne lordling stumbled. In mere seconds, Aemond swept his legs out from under him then held the tip of the sword to his throat. I couldn’t help but to smirk.

Aemond hadn’t used wooden swords to train since about a year after he lost his eye. He said there was no joy for him in it if there was no danger in it. To me, it always sounded like he secretly wished to be injured again.

Mother allowed me to stay by his side for a month after the incident in Driftmark. That month was the worst time of his life, I think. He had to begin to relearn everything before he had even stopped feeling pained from his injury. His depth perception was completely off which hindered his ability to feed himself, to traverse the Keep by himself, or really do much of anything.

He was angry, too, angrier than I had ever seen him. He was angry at my brothers, my mother, his mother, even the gods could’ve feared his wrath. Yet, I was the one person spared his anger, and all he wanted was for me to stay by his side. His reasoning?

That night on Driftmark, I told the truth. That Aemond had woken me up to share with me the chance to claim Vhagar. That when he got back from his inaugural flight, Rhaena was angered by his claim on Vhagar. That her and Baela’s anger caused them to attack Aemond. That he pushed me out of the way before defending himself. Then my brothers jumped in, and eventually it became all of them beating Aemond.

I think what really sealed it that night, at least for Aemond and especially for Alicent, was that I confirmed it was Jace who had brought the knife. He was the one to introduce it.

Jace filled in the words. How Aemond was vicious and violent in his words. That Aemond had called my brothers bastards. Which Jace made sure to glare at me that night as he said that, as to remind me that meant Aemond called me a bastard. And he made sure to point out that Luke only did that to protect his family. Completely ignoring the fact that Aemond was family.

I want to be very clear that I do not believe Luke should have lost his eye as punishment. Alicent suggesting that made my stomach twist and turn back then, and still does to this day. I do, however, believe that my brothers never received punishment for anything they did.

Like why did it matter more to Mother the words that Aemond said rather than the fact her sons were among the attackers? Why did Jace continue to get to carry a knife while I returned home and was forbidden from Jace’s side for three months? When it was I who saw that the actions of those four weighed just as heavily as the words of Aemond? Why did Mother completely forget that Jace made Aemond’s life hell for not having a dragon, making him feel lesser than, while I sat there and listened to him belittle someone in the same position I was in?

And to be honest, it wasn’t as though Aemond was wrong. Yes, it was technically treasonous of him to say it out loud. But again, he wasn’t wrong. Vaemond Velaryon was not wrong. We are bastards. Our blood is Harwin Strong. Not a drop of Velaryon blood resides in our veins. Though, they could’ve said it less disgustedly.

It was doubtful anyone could understand how frustrating these thoughts are. They made me feel as though I betray Mother and my brothers by acknowledging the circumstances of our birth. But, if I denounce Aemond for speaking that, it is like I am calling him a liar, which he isn’t. Truly, it feels like no matter what I feel about that situation, I am screwed.

Aemond noticed me at that point. Given the way his head snapped up in my direction, I imagine I let out a grunt of frustration. He looked almost ashamed when he saw me.

Good.

“Prince Aemond, a word if you will,” I said loudly to him. We were about five feet apart, so I did not have to practically yell it to him. But I spoke louder than needed so that he would have no choice.

Wordlessly, he put his sword in its scabbard and walked over to me. Just having him within arms reach again was enough to make me feel my heart rate increase. Fucking Seven Hells, I love him so much.

“Princess,” he said quietly, giving me a subtle nod of his head.

“You are to accompany me in flight, as requested by Her Grace the Queen,” I told him firmly.

Sometimes, I really liked pulling rank. It was truly the only thing he would listen to at times. He was annoyingly stubborn. Not in the way that most anyone with a cock was, but in a special and overwhelming way.

“And where are you wishing to go, Princess?” he asked me.

“I think perhaps Felwood. A short flight from here, three hours tops,” I said, shrugging a bit.

He nodded and motioned for me lead the way. I tried to relax my jaw as it tightened in annoyance. He was still wanting to put a distance between us.

“Ser Erryk, you are dismissed for the time being. I shall seek you out when I return,” I said to Erryk. The sweet knight nodded and took his leave.

Now there was no buffer between Aemond and I. He could not feign interest in anyone else’s life. He could not ignore me.

We walked in silence from the training yard, though he did still give me his arm to hold. The walk from the Keep to the Dragon Pit typically talk about an hour and a half. They were about five miles apart. When I went there with the children, we always took a carriage. When I was with Aemond, though, he preferred the walk.

Passing by several shops on the streets of city, several shopkeepers and their patrons stared at us. I wasn’t entirely sure why but they had never approached us. Mother always feared they would mob me. Though they didn’t seem to care most of the time. Maybe it was because I had spent so much time among them they saw me more as a person.

“It wasn’t just us that missed you,” Aemond said quietly. I looked to him immediately, my heart speeding up as he pulled me closer. “The people of the city missed you as well.”

He was probably right. Before my disappearance, I worked hard to gain the love and respect of the citizens of King’s Landing. It wasn’t that I needed everyone in the world to like me. But I knew, more than anything, that one day these people would be my people. One day I would be their Queen. And it is easier to rule people that love you.

“You hurt me,” I told him as we kept walking.

He sighed rather loudly. “I know.”

“I’m not speaking of the dinner, Aemond. Which, by the way, was a dick move for a lot of reasons. But I’m talking about the fact that today is the first time since that you’ve spoken to me,” I said.

I was trying desperately to hold my voice steady. Every part of me wanted to scream at him. It wasn’t even necessarily anger that made me feel this way. It was just there was so much crap in my head and in my heart, and he didn’t seem to get it.

“I was embarrassed,” he admitted.

“Gods, I can’t imagine why you would be,” I muttered rather harshly.

Immediately, he went back to being quiet. I wanted to kick myself in the head. Why did I have to say that?

This was not the first time in my life I had said something that caused instant regret. Hells, it was not even the first time since I’ve returned that I’ve done it. I tended to speak before I thought at times when I really should just be quiet.

The rest of our walk was in silence. In the near hour and a half it takes to walk from the Red Keep to the Dragon Pit, he only said maybe twenty words to me. I longed for his voice, his declarations of love. Yet, because of who I am I could not receive them.

Aemond discussed with the keepers that we wish to fly. He spoke quietly with them, so quietly it was obvious he did not want me to hear, telling them they only need bring Vhaela. They had nodded in understanding near immediately before shuffling off to bring Vhaela to me.

“You do understand the rules are I have to take you with me, yes?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“I shall fly on Vhaela with you,” he said simply.

My face heated up as blood rushed to my cheeks. Aemond had always told me that I needed to fly on a dragon before I had my own. So we went weekly into the skies, grateful to Vhagar that she was so good. The last time we rode on the same dragon was before I had Vhaela. It was not the feeling of flying that I remembered from that trip. No, it was the feeling of his cock buried inside me that was the only thing I could remember.

I caught him looking at me and smirking. That caused my cheeks to heat up even more. My breath caught in the space between my lungs and my throat and a fire burned inside me, nestled in the svalley between my thighs.

“You remember,” he said quietly. We were all alone in this moment.

“How could I not?” I whispered. Feeling emboldened by his obvious or perhaps just stupid, I changed our position. Now I stood chest to chest with him.

“Which part do you remember most, my love?” he whispered to me. His hands found my waist to hold me close. Though they didn’t stay there, slowly working their way back and down.

I took a deep breath. He was looking at me with such an intensity it felt like he could burn a hole in my soul. All I could think was how the ache between my thighs was becoming overwhelming. If he could hear my heart, he would hear it thudding against my chest harder with every passing second.

“Or how about you tell me your memories of it?” I whispered, smirking up at him. “After all, you’re the one who needs to make up for your behavior.”

He chuckled as his hands worked their way over my ass and around to my front. “Always been a brat, haven’t you? Can’t do as you are told?” he asked. His voice was quiet and deep.

“I listen to those who deserve it,” I said to him. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers moved past the parting of my skirt. They brushed against my clit through the thin material of the shift I wore underneath. The touch was so light one could miss it.

“And if I beg you for forgiveness?” he whispered, watching my face intently as he increased the pressure of his touch. There was no denying the pleasure of it.

“Get to begging,” I practically commanded him. I couldn’t help but to inch my hips forward.

Gods if I had any ounce of self respect I would push him away. I wouldn’t allow him to touch me like this without a proper apology. In fact, I perhaps should’ve championed for Aegon to accompany me just to prove my point to Aemond. That it was not fair of him to ignore me when I had done nothing wrong.

But as he rubbed my clit through the flimsy skirt of my shift, I couldn’t help but lean against him. My forehead was pressed against his chest, my breathing becoming ragged. I gripped his wrist tightly as I felt that all too familiar band tightening behind my navel.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered when I finally let out a breathy moan. “Should’ve been doing this for you the entire time. I promise, baby, I won’t be so stupid ever again.”

With his free hand, he lifted the shift up enough to where he could touch my clit directly. I let out a loud moan, one that caused him to chuckle. His thumb stayed firmly pressed against my clit, moving in tight little circles, as he moved his other fingers to my entrance.

“So wet for me, baby,” he whispered in my ear before pushing his fingers inside. Right off the bat he started with two. His fingers were long and slender, feeling heavenly inside me. “You deserve the world you know that?”

“Fuck, Aemond,” I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out.

He eagerly worked my cunt as he continued to rub my clit. My grip on his wrist tightened as I began seeing stars.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he praised me as the band behind my navel finally snapped. Orgasmic bliss washed over me. “Such a perfect girl. Do you forgive, princess?”

I only just managed to pull myself away as the Keeper surfaced with Vhaela in tow. Aemond was smirking at me. He maintained eye contact with me as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. I swear to the gods he moaned.

“Perhaps,” I told him quietly, smirking a bit before walking over to Vhaela.

#dividers by benkeibear #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader smut #aemond targaryen smut #rhaenicent #out of time

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goodeapple · 2 months

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if ur feeling wicked, share something naughty ;)

i blame Olivia Cooke & her face for this one

she’s different in every physical way- black where blonde would be, toasted almond hues in place of creamy, milky wanness, a whole head shorter than her mother’s towering gracefulness.

“yes, miss hightower.” ysilla whispers along her belly, tickling her slick lips over the pouch of skin, lingering echoes of her children’s lives clinging to her body. alicent is doused in a wave of embarrassment, comparison stealing her joy, remembering the flat plain of her lover’s golden stomach that led to neatly trimmed thick bush of oiled soft obsidian curls. alicent suddenly feels every year of her age, the threaded strands of gray woven into her auburn waves seem to jump out and say hello, the lines around her eyes etched deep and unmoving.

ysilla bites at her hip, the sudden sting ripping alicent from her spiraling thoughts, hand lashing out and connecting with ysilla’s cheek before she can school herself. alicent gasps as if she’s the one that’s been slapped, dropping to her knees, uncaring of her nudeness and cupping the younger woman’s face with soft, warm hands.

“ysilla, honey, i’m so sorry! you just startled me and i was lost in my thoughts and…” alicent rambles on, dainty thumbs stroking at the skin under her eyes. a red mark is blooming hot on ysilla’s left cheek and alicent whines a wounded sound, guilt tearing at her chest. ysilla’s squeezed-shut eyes burst open, alicent’s stuttered apologies dying on her lips at her lover’s expression.

ysilla’s pupils are blown wide, swallowing up the lavender irises until only a thin circle of purple can be seen. her mouth hangs open, her vicious pink tongue drowning in the spit pooled behind her teeth.

“alicent,” the older woman gasps. never, in the nearing twenty years of ysilla’s life, has she ever heard her first name come from that pretty mouth. have that honeyed voice wrapped around the word. it’s as decadent as yunkai sweets, stronger than bravosi wine. alicent wets her lips, the skin crackling at the moisture. she’s parched and not from lack of water; she tries not to be obvious in the rubbing of her thighs together but the heat roaring there is nearing to send the rest of her up in a flash fire.

ysilla appears to share in her step-grandmother’s plight, unblemished skin of her chest tinged burgundy with a blush, the roundness of her cheeks cherry in coloring. alicent thinks she can see her heart straining against the thin tissue of her décolletage and she wants to sink her teeth into it like a gala apple.

“i want you to sit on my face. i want you to put your thighs on either side of my head, spread yourself open, and let me eat that perfecttt pussy out until you squirt in my mouth.”

#ya'll see the rhaenicent i snuck in there teehee #lesbian alicent hightower #alicent hightower x oc #alicent hightower smut

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claymoresword · 1 year

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Hello! sorry for completely dissapearing, life has been totally kicking my ass and to be honest with you i haven't had much motivation to do anything, let alone write.

Anyway, I wanted to let y'all know if you enjoyed my one shot titled 'We're Burned For Better' I've actually written a continuation on ao3 which I try to update weekly so here's the link if you'd like to check it out, if not that's totally fine! 🤍

#alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #rhaenicent smut #alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen

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misstressviole · 1 year

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Call me delusional but i believe Nyra's love language is endurance and words of affirmation in the sense that she was pushing herself to deal with Alicents microaggresions in the first episode after the 10 year skip for the sake of getting on Alicent's good graces.

"She won't be satisfied with that" when she was called to present Joffrey cause she knew Alicent wanted to torture her like that and she still put up with it while she could have refused. But she wanted to appease Alicent.

Where I am getting with this is that I should write a fanfic where Alicent is mad at Nyra and Rhaenyra the himbo that she is falls to her knees and leaves a trail of kisses from Alicent's legs and make her way up to her mouth. Yk as a way to ask forgiveness.

#that was the dumbest smut prolog ive ever made #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #rhaenyra x alicent

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acinnamongirlsdiary · 3 months

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𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓡𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓼

Summary: Reader and Jacaerys are arranged to be wed. But reader doesn’t want that bc she hardly remembers him. Tension are rising with house Lannister so Allie’s are more important then ever.

If I miss any content warnings pls let me know so I can add them!!!!!

*𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟣

#hotd jacaerys #jacaerys x you #jacaerys velaryon smut #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacerys velaryon #jace velaryon #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #prince jacaerys #jacaerys strong #jacaerys fic #rhaenicent

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rheaamma · 11 months

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under-the-weirwood-tree · 11 months

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#rhaenicent #rhaenyra x alicent #my writing #twilight au #twilight #hotd #house of the dragon #thank you for all of your lovely comments on the first twilight au #you guys are so sweet 😊🫶#this one is mostly smut 😬#hotd au

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magnificenteggsfarmpeanut · 10 months

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Nun’s Secret Flowers

A lamp casts a soft yellow glow, the kitchen appears dimly lit with the night drawing near. Rhaenyra, having just completed her kitchen cleaning, lowers her top, allowing the cool air to touch her skin. She takes a damp cloth and gently cleanses her chest and underarms. Afterwards, she applies the juice from a halved lemon to her breasts, enjoying its refreshing fragrance and cleansing properties. Having witnessed Rhaenyra's growth into the admirable woman she is now, Alicent doesn’t feel uncomfortable being present as she performs her post-cleaning routine. Leaning over the sink, she splashes water onto her ample breasts and wipes her hands beneath her armpits.

"Do you have a moment?"

"Always, what can I do for you?"

Rhaenyra looks at her with tired eyes on her beautiful face. She works from morning to night, in service to God, in service to others. She's loved for her work ethic and heart. And Alivent loves her as a guardian angel I've never had, but always wanted.

"It's come to my attention that the student Laena has been engaging in salacious activities. I'd like you to speak with her."

"What did she do?"

"She was planning to sell her innocence to a man. Or men. A student informed me of this transgressive behavior after others were caught doing it."

"Where is she now?"

"Sitting in the hallway. She's been crying for the last few minutes after I confronted her."

"Bring her to me."

"Yes, right away."

In the dimly lit kitchen, Rhaenyra takes a dry towel and gently wipes her breasts and armpits. Afterwards, she dresses in her elegant black gown, donning a white headpiece and veil. Since it's late at night, she foregoes wearing anything else beneath her formal attire.

Alicent proceeds to the hallway and summons Laena, a 22-year-old woman, who stands with her head down, wiping away tears. As Alicent calls her, Laena bravely follows, though her pouty lips and adorable facial features reveal her vulnerability. Despite her slumped shoulders, she tries to maintain composure. Upon reaching the kitchen, Rhaenyra is seated by the table, and Alicent arranges for Laena to sit across from her. Two lamps illuminate their faces, as Alicent closes the door, ensuring privacy, and takes a seat at a distance.

"Tell me what you've been doing," Rhaenyra says.

Her voice is warm, non-judgemental. This approach works best when dealing with delinquent students. That's why Alicent brought Laena to this woman.

"I agreed to do something stupid. I'm very sorry. All I ask is that my parents never find out. Punish me if you must, but don't tell my mother and father."

"You'll have to explain further if you want atonement."

"A man offered to buy my chastity," Laena says.

"Who was it?"

"A business man in the city. Other girls did the same with other rich men."

"Did you agree to the terms?"

Laena nods. "I agreed, but I was extremely hesitant. It never happened. I swear it didn't happen. I can prove it if you wish to look below."

"It didn't happen because you were caught."

"Please, I'm sorry. I'm very sorry."

"Laena, if you needed the money, you could have come to us for a part-time job. There's plenty that needs to be done around here. You know this."

"It wasn't about money."

Rhaenyra quickly grasps the situation and sits in thoughtful silence while Laena hangs her head in shame once more. While others might resort to harsh punishment or immediate expulsion, Rhaenyra's approach is different, and Alicent patiently observes, curious to see how she will handle the situation.

"Your body language reveals that you're a virgin with no sexual experience. That's a good thing. But we must also understand that sex is part of life. I won't tell you what to do with your body. If you want to sell it, then sell it. But I'm asking that you consider other alternatives."

Laena lifts her head. "So I'm not in trouble?"

"I will never punish a young woman for natural desires."

"Thank you. I will do anything you say."

"Do you practice self-care when you're alone?"

Laena's eyes widens. "That's against the teachings of this institution."

"At your age, the rules are more flexible. I'll ask you again. Do you practice self-care when you're alone?"

"Sometimes. I hate that I love it. I try to avoid these things."

"I understand your conflict."

"This is the hardest part of my life. I always wonder why God punishes me with these feelings. That's why I was so close to sinning with the business man. Because I needed a release. I kept asking myself if doing that would make the pain go away."

"You're asking yourself the wrong questions," Rhaenyra says.

"What should I be asking myself?"

Rhaenyra holds the girl's hand. "What have you done for your labia today? Did you pamper her? Feed her curiosities? Do you accept your labia for all that she is? Do you whisper kind things to her? If your labia is happy, then you are at peace."

This shocks Laena to the core and she gasps so hard that she's forced to breathe deeply. "How can you say these things? You of all people."

“I've lived a complicated life. More than you could ever understand. Would you like to hear about it?"

"Yes. I've always thought highly of you."

"I have the same affection for you. That's why I'll tell you a secret, but only if you swear to God that it stays between us."

"Yes, I swear to God that it's our secret."

The night stretches on, Alicent is surprised by Rhaenyra's decision to share her secret with Laena. In response to the unfolding situation, Alicent rises from her seat and starts preparing tea for everyone. With time passing, Alicent senses that by the end of the night, this encounter with Rhaenyra will mark a significant turning point for Laena's personal growth and understanding of herself.

In Rhaenyra's youth, her mother was a woman of the world, and that's how she was raised. Her mother nurtured her with love and kindness, but as Rhaenyra became a teenager, it became evident that her mother was a deceitful woman. Her mother's beauty and charm were her tools to navigate any situation, and these cunning instincts were what enabled them to survive.

As Rhaenyra transitioned into young adulthood, they moved to King's Landing, long before the war. Their life improved, and her mother managed to integrate into high society. They resided in a pleasant home near the ocean. Officially, her mother didn't hold a job; her beauty alone seemed to suffice, and it proved enough for their needs.

Rhaenyra soon discovered that her mother used her physical allure to progress in life. Once, she caught a glimpse of her mother returning late from a party. Her mother was engaging in an intimate moment with a local political figure, accompanied by a bottle of wine. Unable to hear their whispered conversation, Rhaenyra observed through the keyhole as her mother undressed and knelt before the man.

In Rhaenyra's household, the unspoken understanding between her and her mother persisted. She knew her mother was aware of her eavesdropping on conversations. Despite this, there was no shame attached to her mother's dealings; it was simply business. As more visitors frequented their home, her mother's income increased, allowing her to acquire finer clothing and more exquisite jewelry. Rhaenyra didn't feel ashamed of her mother's actions, nor did she take pride in them; it was merely the way the world operated, and they found contentment in their circumstances.

However, as the years passed, reality dealt a harsh blow, leaving Rhaenyra all alone. In an instant, her once perfect life was turned upside down, and she felt adrift and lost. Night after night, tears streamed down her face for over a week. And just as the weight of reality settled upon her, the burden of bills added to her distress. Fortunately, her mother had stashed a significant sum of money in the closet, providing a financial lifeline that would last for several months.

The men who held affection for Rhaenyra's mother offered their support and care, extending the same to Rhaenyra. She seriously contemplated their proposals, but her naivety made her hesitant. Through experience, she soon learned that their idea of "taking care" meant exploiting her and reducing her to servitude. Although she considered their offers, Rhaenyra ultimately decided that preserving her freedom was of utmost importance. Like her mother in her younger days, she yearned to explore the world and embrace new experiences.

Thus, Rhaenyra embarked on a journey, utilizing her mother's financial resources to travel from place to place. As the money began to dwindle, she employed the same strategies she had observed from her mother. Utilizing her beauty and youth, she skillfully maneuvered her way into high society. She invested in luxurious attire and honed her abilities to charm and manipulate men with her quick wit and radiant smile.

Once Rhaenyra had established the right connections, she followed in her mother's footsteps, engaging in transactions that involved lying on her back for a fee or dropping to her knees for an even higher price. With her exceptional beauty surpassing her mother's, she accumulated wealth beyond her wildest imagination. Yet, despite her riches, Rhaenyra's desire for more was insatiable. In her ventures to different towns and societies, she sought out the wealthiest men, captivating them in her allure and eventually pilfering from them, albeit not excessively. Some she convinced to invest in non-existent businesses, diverting the funds directly into her pockets. Over the years, these pursuits amassed a small fortune for her.

However, Rhaenyra gradually became aware of the dangers her lifestyle posed. She constantly felt the need to watch her back, wondering if someone would attempt to end her life with a dagger. In her own reflections, she admitted that such an end might have been deserved. Nevertheless, her survivor's instinct prevailed, and she adeptly altered her identity and appearance to stay one step ahead of danger.

One morning, while savoring her breakfast at a local cafe, Rhaenyra conceived her boldest scheme yet. Observing a group of nuns collecting donations, she grew weary of her current path and decided to adopt a new guise, donning a veil. With her captivating face concealed beneath the delicate fabric, she realized she could amass substantial donations. And for the right price, she would be willing to perform even more intimate services, aware of the considerable sum her beauty in the veil could command.

Having devoted weeks to studying the prayers, hymns, and intricacies of the religious community, Rhaenyra assumed the veil and robe to collect money during the day, while returning home at night. Although her financial needs were met without resorting to her previous means, the desire for intimate encounters persisted, and she continued engaging in such liaisons without charging a fee. Her body seemed to have an insatiable sexual appetite, making her crave new lovers constantly.

In her audacious plan, Rhaenyra ventured to a new city and uncovered a covenant that dealt with substantial sums of gold. Tempted by greed, she sought to join their ranks and gradually pilfer small amounts of gold over time, escaping before her actions were detected, leaving her rich and ready to move on to the next location. With valuable information about the covenant's guards and gold storage, her scheme appeared foolproof. However, her life of sin would eventually teach her that perfection is elusive.

After residing with the covenant for several months, Rhaenyra prepared to set her plan in motion. But just before her grand heist, Sister Alicent, an older and perceptive nun, confronted her in her room. With eyes that seemed to see into her very soul and a commanding voice like thunder, Sister Alicent saw through Rhaenyra's facade, exposing her lies. Despite her anger and attempts to deny the truth, Rhaenyra knew resistance was futile.

Having never faced capture before, Rhaenyra found herself growing extremely defensive. Her perplexity grew, as she hadn't even taken any gold yet. Initially assuming that one of the men had betrayed her plans, she soon realized that Sister Alicent had been studying her closely since her arrival and could discern her intentions with uncanny accuracy.

As the conversation unfolded, it became evident that Sister Alicent had no intention of judging or condemning her. Instead, the nun showed a willingness to lend a compassionate ear and understand Rhaenyra's story. Gazing into Sister Alicent's eyes, Rhaenyra discovered a depth of sincerity she had never seen before, prompting her to confess everything – her entire life, moral failures, sins, and the audacious plan to steal the gold.

In a vulnerable moment, Rhaenyra wept into Sister Alicent's arms, her tears staining the nun's black dress. This encounter forced her to confront her relationship with God and her morality in a way she had never done before, making her realize the depths of her brokenness.

Sister Alicent gently explained that a life of deception was the wrong path to follow, especially considering the love Rhaenyra had to offer the world. The nun directed her to turn her life around and dedicate herself to a higher purpose, emphasizing that the road to redemption would not be easy. It required humility and a willingness to change. Sister Alicent questioned whether Rhaenyra had the strength to leave her past behind and embrace a new life of service and faith, as continuing on her current path would only lead to destruction.

The challenge lay in Rhaenyra's reluctance to part ways with her current life. She openly admitted that her world revolved around opulent dresses, extravagant parties, and indulging in libertine relationships. When she mentioned the significance of sex in her life, Sister Alicent's eyes conveyed a peculiar understanding, as if she, too, had experienced the weight of its importance.

Sister Alicent's words left a profound impact on Rhaenyra's memory. She spoke gently to her, saying, "Rhaenyra, everything you desire lies between your legs, and you can find fulfillment with just your own hand. You must be attentive and intuitive to its needs. Nurture your intimate self, sate its natural curiosity with your mind, and speak sweet poetry to it. Remember that when your inner self is content, you will find peace."

Rhaenyra found herself astonished that a woman of Sister Alicent's stature could speak so candidly, yet she felt an intense curiosity to learn more about her secrets. It was evident why many sought her spiritual guidance, for she exuded a commanding presence unlike any other woman Rhaenyra had encountered. Sister Alicent's demeanor resembled that of a resolute military general, cloaked in the attire of a nun. Her words were carefully measured and delivered only when necessary.

With an unwavering expression, Sister Alicent aimed to alleviate Rhaenyra's confusion, instructing her to lie back. Complying, Rhaenyra reclined on her bed, and Sister Alicent's no-nonsense approach gave the impression of a clinical examination. Steadily, she raised the hem of Rhaenyra's robe, revealing her womanhood, and gazed intently at it.

It crossed her mind that she was some perverted woman looking for an excuse to see what she had. Or maybe even touch her. A woman's body can only be repressed for so long and she figured Sister Alicent was a tortured soul who missed the erotic touch of another human being. Usually she hears these stories about men in the robe, but it made sense that women had the same torment.

The moment she touched her, she knew her assumption was wrong. Her hands rubbed across her thighs and hips with a sense of purpose. She could feel that she wasn't doing this for her pleasure, but for Rhaenyra. She was teaching her something she’d never learned in her adult life, which was how to listen to her body's needs. Rather than going for instant gratification, she was truly listening. She was feeling her skin and flesh and sensing what her cunt wanted.

She prodded her knees like a teacher disciplining a student, but what she wanted was Rhaenyra legs spread, so she spread them. Her face remained stoic and unmoved, even as she looked deep inside her womanhood. Men in that situation would be overtaken with primal lust, with wide eyes and a mouth that hangs open, before thrusting inside of her. Not her. Her face remained composed and analytic.

Bending down, she looked closer, then pressed her ear against Rhaenyra’s labia. She wanted to listen. Then she brought her mouth to her labia, mere inches away. She whispered into her vagina.

"Talk to me, sweet darling. What do you crave at this moment? The stroke of your lips? A kiss, perhaps? Fingers to go inside? Talk to me. Ah, that's it. You say you've never been serviced by a woman? Say no more. I know exactly what to do in this situation. I know exactly what you want. I can sense your needs, my darling."

No one ever 'talked' to her vagina before and her started thinking she was this crazy ginger lady, but her touch reminded her of who she was dealing with. Her hands pressed around her crotch like a massage, kneading up and down. When she touched her sex, it was like magic. She'd clearly done that before with other women and it was like second nature. No hesitation. No fear. Sister Alicent listened to her body and needs.

Spreading her hole and looking deeper, she was reading her like a book. One that was in a different language that no one could ever understand, not even Rhaenyra at times. She had the power to decipher her sexuality. It started with her finger going inside, probing, studying what made her tick and where the pleasure spots were. Her other hand pressed down on her hip to prevent her from moving. The finger probed deeper until her body reacted and she found what she was looking for. Her finger made different patterns, different stroking techniques with different amounts of pressure.

"You feel this, right here, where I'm touching. That's your magic spot. You try it. Do it exactly as I'm doing it. Remember this spot and how to get there."

Sister Alicent pulled her finger away and Rhaenyra saw that it was drenched with pleasure. Then she put her finger inside herself and did the same technique in the same spot. At that age, Rhaenyra was well-versed in the art of masturbation, but something about it felt different. How could a woman of God teach a whore new tricks? Somehow she managed and Rhaenyra followed her instructions. That was the first time letting someone watch her play with herself.

"Tell me, how does that feel?"

"Magnificent, actually."

"Keep going. You'll know when to stop."

Sister Alicent did the last thing she expected her to do. Her tongue stroked across her sex, up and down, inside and out. Rhaenyra’s finger was still inside hitting the magic spot and her mouth took her to the stars. When her tongue circled her clitoris, the orgasm took her to heaven.

"Keep this in your memory. In moments of desperation, remember this. Us playing together. It will help you relieve your tension and whatever doubts you have in life. Imagine my finger inside you. Imagine my tongue, if you must. These memories will serve you as a source of guidance. Use this, instead of looking for sin. Keep the sins away."

That was her introduction to a new life. She left her in the room and she awoke a different woman. More than anything, I was curious about how someone as rigid as Sister Alicent could give her a sensation she never experienced before. Rhaenyra was determined to learn her secrets and stealing from the covenant fell further and further from her mind.

Rhaenyra lived a monastic lifestyle with the women. She prayed with them, ate with them, everything. In the back of her mind she always thought about Sister Alicent and her tongue. She never sought her. Rhaenyra sought her. Privately meeting in moments of silence, usually in between prayers or later at night. She was always very busy and private time was fleeting. Her words were always brief.

"Have you been playing with your flower? Do you let it blossom in your hand? You don't need me, trust your instincts. Listen to what your flower has to say."

But Rhaenyra did need Sister Alicent, though she never actually begged her. Rhaenyra never begged anyone in her life and didn't intend to start. A product of her mother, proud, fierce and independent. She was, however, suggestive with this woman using her eyes and the tone of her voice. She was keen enough to know how desperate she was.

Every once in a while, if I'd earned the privilege, she'd come to Rhaenyra's room when everyone slept and teach her new tricks. She learned things about the human body that would surprise most doctors. The cum was sensational. The mess was spectacular. When her tongue performed magic, it was heaven.

In between orgasms they lay naked in her bed, head resting on her shoulder as if she were a mother figure, and she'd speak about God and morality. Rhaenyra confessed more about her sinful lifestyle and all the things that she’d become ashamed of. She never judged her. Instead, she listened with an open heart while stroking her hair or breast. Her finger circling her nipple was the best.

At her guidance she wrote letters to the men she had swindled, apologizing and asking for forgiveness. Rhaenyra even mailed back their cash and gold until she had nothing left to her name. She never revealed her current location, just that she was living a new life in service of God.

In between letters and reimbursing what Rhaenyra could, Sister Alicent would watch her. Bearing her soul in these letters meant being naked in front of her, confessing her sins and admitting that she was a sinner. After each letter she rewarded her with her tongue. What Rhaenyra still finds unusual is that Sister Alicent never wanted anything in return. She never asked her to eat her out, never asked for her tongue or fingers, though Rhaenyra would have gladly returned the favor. She did offer on several occasions, even to this day. Her face never showed sexual desire toward her. It was a true act of being selfless. True devotion to God.

Material things didn't matter anymore. The expensive dresses, the parties, the lavish lifestyle of glamor. None of it meant anything. Rhaenyra wanted to be selfless like her and be a true servant. What her body needed, she could provide for herself. Rhaenyra did things in the bath or her bedroom which made her blush. If Rhaenyra was in a deviant mood and her body was crying for extra attention, she still turned to Sister Alicent for her tongue and spiritual guidance.

“Now you understand me. My deepest and darkest secrets are yours to ponder. I'm telling you this in hopes that you have a better understanding. And I want you to know that your body is a sacred temple. Sex is a part of life, that's true, but there are ways to handle your natural curiosities.” Rhaenyra finished her story.

The story is over, Ali keeps her gaze on Laena, wondering how she's handling this turn of events. We have always represented purity in her eyes. That's the way it should be. Now they represent something else, something perhaps more human.

"Speak to me."

Laena sits upright. "I listened to every word, but it's difficult to process this information while you're wearing a robe and veil."

"Sometimes a dress can carry sophisticated messages that subtly describe a woman's perspective on sexuality."

"And you feel that way about what you're wearing?"

"I do," Rhaenyra says. "That's not the case for everyone, but it's true with me. My robe represents my relationship with God along with my relationship with my own body, including my sexuality. Does this make sense?"

"Yes, it does."

"How does that make you feel?"

"You might not want to know."

"Tell me."

Laena purses her lips. "You have experience and I have none, but in a way, I feel like I understand you. I understand the needs you have, because I have them as well."

"As you'll come to learn, every woman has the same needs, but to varying degrees."

"Really?"

"This is the reason why women need erotic conversations with a confidant. These things aren't taught in books or schools. This kind of knowledge is passed down through word of mouth, in private, to protect the reputations of those involved."

"And me? Where do I fit in?"

Rhaenyra's eyes travel up and down the young student. "Your sexual appetite appears higher than most. Being young and naive can be a dangerous thing. If you're interested -- only if you're interested -- then I can guide you in these matters."

"Will I be judged?"

"By whom?"

"God or you."

"We have this fallacy in society that religion must be separate from sex. That is wrong. Spirituality and belief are about the full humanness of who we are. And so, sexuality and spirituality co-exist, except in the minds of those who wish to control our bodies."

Laena takes a moment to ponder these important words. The tears in her eyes had dried a long time ago. Now she's thinking, facing perhaps the most important decision she's ever made in her young life. Alicent has been in Laena's position before. She knows how she feels. Ali knows how her cunt must be thumping.

"If you're willing to teach me, then I would be interested in learning."

The girl hangs her head down after making the request. She needs to work on her confidence, but she suspects these issues will be resolved soon enough.

"Have you ever engaged in tongue pleasures before?" Rhaenyra asks.

"Never. Nothing beyond a simple kiss on the mouth."

"With a male or female?"

"Male."

"Without an oral fixation, sex is very dull. A woman should be proud of her oral obsession. It will also maintain your chastity, while satisfying your carnal desires. Come here. Stand in front of me."

Laena stands and walks to her in slow and hesitant movements. Her head still hangs down, she's looking at the floor, her hands are clasped in the front.

"Yes?" the girl asks.

"Open my top. It should be easy. I'm wearing nothing underneath."

The girl's eyes go wide. Soon she'll be seeing something sacred. And Ali is sure she's surprised to learn that there's nothing beneath Rhaenyra's dress.

Her hands go to work, opening the top of the black dress to reveal voluptuous breasts that protrude forward with light brown nipples. Alicent wonders if she can smell the lemon juice that had been used to clean them earlier.

"Yes?"

"What do you think? Suck them. They've already been washed."

Laena hesitates, then kneels and brings her mouth forward. Alicent is sure she's terrified of doing this to a holy woman, and in front of her, but the girl has desires which need to be met. She takes a nipple into her mouth and Alicent can hear the sloppy sucking sounds. Greedy girl. Alicent was the same way when she was that age.

This goes on for a while and she sucks and grabs both breasts. Her mouth takes equal turns on each nipple. While observing them together, Alicent slips her hand below and touches herself, putting her finger inside. This goes on for a while and Alicent almost cums.

"That's quite enough. Now I want you to lay on the table. I'm going to give you a gift, then in the days to come I will explain how you can give yourself pleasure."

"Are you going to..."

"Yes, I'm going to kiss you down there."

This scares Laena to the core, but in a good way. Alicent is sure she never expected to receive such a thing since becoming a student here. Never in her wildest dream.

Laena sits on the table, being mindful to keep her dress down. Even in the midst of her first time receiving pleasure of this magnitude, her respectful nature is still that. Alicent likes that about her. It's a great sign and she'll make an excellent apprentice.

The girl's face winces as Rhaenyra tosses the bottom of her dress upward and pulls the white garments away to reveal the treasure. From where Alicent issitting, she can only see the light brown color of Laena's curly pubic hair. Rhaenyra looks, inspects, plays with the labia and spreads it open, then brings her lips and tongue forward to proceed with this act of pleasure.

Laena's body jerks and clenches and she gasps out loud, as if this were a spiritual possession. She's never felt this before, nor will she feel this again with anyone else, because Rhaenyra has full lips and a wealth of experience. Rhaenyra's mouth has godly powers behind it. The poor girl cries. Her first experience is trial by fire.

While the feast is happening, Alicent walks to them and sits beside the table to provide care for Laena during this critical time of need. These are the formative years of her sexuality and Alicent wants to make sure she's handling this correctly. She holds her hand and she squeezes hers in return. These feelings may be too much for a virgin to handle, but Alicent defer judgment to Rhaenyra on these matters.

Oh, how the girl's face looks. She stares at the ceiling, her eyes are watching God and her faith is stronger than ever. If feelings like this exist in the world, then surely it's a sign of what exists in the universe. She squeezes her hand. She squeezes her hand tighter. Her eyes stay focused on the ceiling, that long stare with a vision of God at the other end.

When she finally cums she clenches her eyes shut and grits her teeth. Tears stream from her clenched eyes and the tears roll back to her ears and hair. Her grip on my hand is even tighter. Alicent listens to the wet noises that Rhaenyra is making with Laena's entrance. That sucking and slurping and sounds of wetness. Better than any church choir.

She rests on the table, breathing heavily. Her hand goes limp. Alicent goes to the kitchen sink for a bowl of water and two clean clothes. Alicent place the bowl on the table and Rhaenyra appreciates that she wets a cloth and cleans her mouth. Her lips are glistening with flavor.

"You could have gone easier on her. That was a virgin's first time."

Rhaenyra gulps and swallows. "A girl must learn. You were also hard on me."

"That's because you were a bad girl."

Alicent dips the other cloth into the bowl of water and wipes the mound and labia of Laena's private area. It's her first time seeing it and the sight is perfect. The hair around the vagina is wet from saliva and trickles of orgasm still leak from the pink hole. That tight little hole. Her labia shines with saliva. The clitoris is swollen. The saliva and fluids are wiped clean and she's ready for bed. Alicent puts the soiled cloth in the bowl and strokes her hair, waking her.

"You need to get to bed. There's a busy schedule tomorrow."

She nods, feeling ashamed that Alicent witnessed her private moment of rapture. Then Alicent help Laena to her feet and smooths her dress so that she looks refreshed. Rhaenyra gives her a goodnight kiss on the lips. The girl kisses back. With their arms locked together, Alicent helps Laena up the stairs and toward the bathroom. She feels that her knees are still weak from the orgasm, which is the reason Alicent is holding her. She leans on her. Alicent knows the effects of an intense orgasm can be overwhelming for a young virgin.

Alicent closes the door to the bathroom when we get inside, and when Laena sits on the toilet, Alicent tucks her hair behind her ears. How beautiful she looks. So pure.

"This is our secret, okay? No one else can know."

"Yes, this is our secret, Sister Alicent, thank you so much."

"Good girl. You've always been a good girl."

"I've never cum like that in my life," she says. "Never thought it was possible."

"The body given to you by God is full of impossible wonders. Once you know the secrets, then your powers are endless. Now relieve yourself, you should already be in bed."

Alicent kisses Laena on the forehead as she starts to pee. Alicent looks between her legs. The stream is laced with her cum and she quivers. The sound of her pee splashing in the water is loud. She sits there until every drop is gone. Alicent looks into her eyes, the girl is emotionally exhausted and still processing this experience. When she finishes, Alicent uses tissue to wipe between her legs. She's able to stand with her strength returning. She washes her hands and looks at herself in the mirror, then she turns to her,, managing to smile for the first time tonight. Alicent smiles back. She is someone who rarely smiles at students, but she's earned it.

Alicent walks with her to the bedroom and tuck her into bed, making her promise to be a good girl, to respect her body and respect God, and she thanks Alicent for the lessons. Alicent rubs her breasts and then kisses her lips. She kisses her back.

DONE

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