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starogeorgina · 8 months

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Heart of glass

Warning: Smut, swearing

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Targaryen OC

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You take in the sea air while watching as your dragon, the cannibal, devours a few sheep nearby. Your dragon only briefly stops eating to raise its head and hiss as someone walks up behind you. Cannibal observes for a few moments, making sure you are safe, before returning his attention back to his prayer.

“Your dragon must be the most terrifying in the world,” Jacaerys says, sitting down beside you on the damp grass outside.

“The she-dragon bonded with your uncle is still alive from Aegon’s conquest, and my father's is pretty war-hardened.”

“I’d much rather face Vhagar and Caraxes than the cannibal.”

“I hear dragons grow while staying in Dragonstone; perhaps he will become bigger,” you grin.

Jacaerys stares at you blankly for a moment before laughing. He makes polite small talk with you, but you knew he had an alternative motive for coming out and joining you in the murky weather. Eventually, you grow tired of waiting for him to say whatever is on his mind. You place your hand atop his and ask, “Jace, what is it you want to ask me?”

He looks down at the grass and says, “I’ve noticed you haven’t spent much time with the ladies, Baela and Rhaena.”

Snarkily, you ask, “Did my father or your mother send you out here?”

“Neither. I’m bringing it up because you don’t seem happy.”

You desperately wanted to get to know your sisters but always felt like an outsider from the moment your father remarried shortly after your mother's death, so you returned to Runestone. When Lady Laena died, you thought it would be the perfect opportunity to reunite with your family, but on the same day as his late wife’s funeral, you saw your father and Rhaenyra redressing on the beach. Even though you were a child, you knew what had just transpired between them. Solidify your opinion of them. Any visits since that day have been political and fleeting.

You were only two years older than Jace, but much more free-natured than him. He always found it shocking that you just did whatever you wanted without consulting Daemon, whereas he did nothing without his mother's approval, something that you actually respected him for. He took his duties as son of the heir very seriously.

You rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re more my brother than they are my sisters.”

Jace wraps his arm around your shoulder. He was the only one who truly knew how hurt you were on the inside. Jacaerys was the sibling and friend you needed; he understood you like nobody else. You had stayed in touch over the years, sending each other ravens and gifts; he was your only connection to your family on Dragonstone. He was the only one who informed you of important things, such as Rhaenyra being with a child again or that your sisters were to marry the eldest Velaryon boys.

“You should dine with us tonight,” Jace says softly. “I know Luke and Joff would enjoy your company.”

He had a point: in the two weeks you’d be on the island, you hadn’t once dined with them. You look up at the sky and smile, seeing that the sun is about to disappear. “Perhaps in the morning, I have somewhere to be right now.”

You slap Jace on the thigh playfully before getting to your feet and walking towards your dragon.

“Where do you go every night?” He calls out.

You doubted the young prince would approve of your secret friends with a benefit arrangement with his auntie. Laughing, you say, “I could tell you, but then I’d need to feed you to my dragon afterwards.”

“I look forward to seeing you while we break fast in the morning.” Jace shakes his head, but the corner of his lips still pulls into a smile despite him pretending to disapprove of your actions.

—

You grin hearing Helaena moan as you greedily suck her clit into your mouth; her back arches as you do. She looked so beautiful as she approached her second orgasm of the night, and your only goal was to make sure she reached her peak many more times before the sun rose again.

Helaena made the sweetest noises as she rutted against your face. She cums hard, her legs shivering around your head as she rides out her orgasm. Pulling back, you admire the slick glistening down her folds and swipe your finger along it, then teasing her clit with your thumb.

Helaena giggles, “Come here, sweetling.”

“That sounds like an order from my princess,” you say, kissing up her leg.

“Mayhaps.”

When you reach her collarbone, the pretty princess tilts your head up and captures your lips with her own soft ones. She smiles into the kiss. “I have an idea, something I’d like to try... if that’s okay?”

A smirk plays on your lip. “Anything you want, dārilaros, I shall do.”

Her pale cheeks redden. “I saw it in a brothel once—two women pleasuring each other at the same time.”

“Anything you want,” you say, kissing the tips of her fingers.

Helaena pecks you on the lips before gently pushing you until you are lying on your back. She moved up the bed until her knees rested on either side of your head. She lowered herself until her cunt was right above your mouth. You take the opportunity and dive your tongue into her. Helaena was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted. She lets out a soft moan before leaning down, so press a soft kiss to your clit before swiping her tongue through your folds.

You groan loudly when she adds a finger, “fuck!”

You two stay in that position, licking, sucking, and fingering each other's tight holes until you both cum.

The rest of the night you and Helaena spent tangled in the sheets of the tavern together, like you had every night for the last two weeks. You didn’t always have sex; some nights you just talked or, in the dead of night, would go dragon riding together. Seeing daylight starting to creep through the window, you knew it was time to go.

“Sorry, princess, but I believe our time is up.” You give her one last passionate kiss before standing to get dressed.

While you dressed in the clothes you wore over, including a dark black cloak to hide your face, you noticed Helaena holding a book. She looked slightly nervous before handing it to you. “I was in the library searching for a book to read to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera and found this; I thought you might like it.”

You feel slightly stunned as she places it in your hand.

“It’s a book on wild dragons,” she says, standing to redress. “He was the largest and oldest of the three wild dragons dwelling on Dragonstone; the Cannibal was black as coal, with menacing green eyes.”

“Does it actually say that about my dragon?” You ask while flipping the book open to see for yourself.

“Yes, the book is mainly about the cannibal, Sheepstealer, and Grey Ghost.”

“This is... thank you, it's a wonderful gift.”

A warm sensation you weren’t familiar with filled your belly—a fuzzy, warm feeling. It meant a lot to you that the princess not only remembered the part about your own dragon but also the fact she saw it and thought of you—it suddenly occurred to you that you may be starting to develop feelings beyond just a friendship with Helaena.

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All eyes are on you as you sit down beside Jacaerys to break fast. Chatter resumes once again until your father loudly and sarcastically says, “How kind of you to finally join us, daughter.”

Amused by his reaction, you reach for an apple that was on the table, smiling, before taking a bite out of it. Rhaenyra lets out a deep sigh and calmly says, “Everyone out.”

When you go to stand, your father says, “Not you, Vissera.”

Rolling your eyes, you sit back down and take another bite from the apple in your hand. Jace pats you on the shoulder on his way out, then gives you a look that silently says ‘drop the attitude’ which causes you to chuckle. You tried to list off what your father could possibly discuss with you in private: Why are you wearing the same clothes as last night? Why aren’t you spending more time with your sisters? Why are you avoiding me? Why do you hate my wife so much?

You notice Rhaenyra biting at her nails nervously. You wondered briefly if she found it as painful to be around you as you did. You break the silence and say, “I hear congratulations are in order.”

They share a look, and your father rubs at his forehead. “I would have told you sooner if you had actually spoken to me and to us.”

You shrug. “What difference does it make? You don’t seem to care when I’m not here.”

“That’s because you make it impossible. You refuse all invitations, ignore my ravens, and last time I tried to visit you, your dragon almost ate me.”

“He’s protective of me.”

“I’m your father,” your father snaps, slamming his hands against the table.

The atmosphere suddenly becomes a lot more tense; even Rhaenyra seems taken aback by her husband's outburst. She steps back as her hand rests on her invisible bump protectively. You hadn’t meant to rile your father up so much that he scared her.

Quietly, you say, “You’re a stranger to me.”

Rhaenyra gives you a sympathetic look as she hands you the scroll. “Yesterday, a raven arrived for Daemon from the keep. Queen Alicent would like to betroth a marriage between you and her son, Prince Aemond.”

Dārilaros - Princess

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starogeorgina · 9 months

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Heart of glass

Warning: Swearing, hints of smut

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × Targaryen OC

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𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯, 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘙𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳; 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥; 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 ��𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯.

The sweetness of ale burns your throat as you finish the last of your cup. You forced a fake laugh when one of the men sharing a table with you made a terrible joke. It was a common joke that the sheep in the Vale were more attractive than the woman, and being the heir to Runestone, you heard that joke a lot.

Your eyes travel to the doorway when a girl dressed as a peasant walks in. Underneath the oversized clothes and dirty-looking hat were the most beautiful people you’d ever seen. Princess Helaena Targaryen.

You didn’t care much about pleasure houses, but the men and women who protected your home did, and occasionally you’d pay for their nights of indulgence as a thank you for their service. Chataya’s was an upscale brothel on the street of silk, a place no one would be surprised to find the daughter of the rogue prince, but the daughter of Queen Alicent and King Viserys Targaryen was another matter. After a few moments of debating with yourself about whether to approach Helaena or leave her be, you decided to talk to her.

“Lena, I’m glad to see you here.”

She smiles shyly at you. The first time you met in the brothel, you mutually decided it was best to call each other by different names. It didn’t take you long to figure out who she was the first time you laid eyes on her, mainly because of how bad her disguise was and also because Rhaenyra had told you how sweet her younger sister was. Her silver hair, lilac eyes, and kind nature were unmistakable.

Helaena’s attention moves across the room, her lilac eyes lingering on the woman getting fucked by two men. “Do you think she’s enjoying it?” Helaena asks quietly. “That being touched like that can bring women as much satisfaction as it does a man?”

The princess had shared with you before that her mother taught her to believe that sex was an act of duty to give her husband heirs. After weeks of observing sexual acts, nothing seemed to peak the princess’s interest, but then again, watching women fake orgasms did nothing for you either. Suddenly, the thought occurred that the princess might prefer another part of the brothel she had never seen before.

You offer her your hand and ask, “Do you trust me?”

Helaena links her fingers with yours and lets you lead her through the building until you reach a back room. You push the door open and look back to see Helaena’s eyes immediately widen. The section of the brothel was female only, and the sex acts being performed seemed more pleasurable.

You stand by the entrance, taking in the scene in front of you as three women take turns eating out a stunning brunette’s cunt. Feeling hot breath on the back of your neck, you turn to see Helaena staring at you, eyes blown with lust. A thrill of excitement ran through you when Helaena linked her fingers with your own, her gentle touch igniting a spark inside you. You gulp, “Drink?”

She nods.

You wave the woman carrying a tray full of cups over and take two from it. Helaena hesitates, sniffing the drink before tasting it, causing you to let out an involuntary giggle. You tasted the dark liquid yourself and discovered that they were serving what tasted like fine wine in this part of the brothel. After a moment, you take her hand in yours again and lead the princess to a quieter, darker corner of the room. Dark mesh curtains hung from the ceilings that would give you a little more privacy, enough that you and Helaena could observe more discreetly. You settled into a comfortable position on a small bed that was covered in multiple pillows. Your eyes remained glued to the brunette, who was now kneeling on all fours, moaning in pleasure.

After some time passes, Helaena leans into you and says, “I didn’t know women could give each other pleasure like this.”

“Fucking isn’t just an act of duty; it can be as pleasurable for the woman as it is for the man.”

She stares at you doe-eyed and asks, “Have you experienced it?”

“Yes, from women.”

She chews on her bottom lip, and you take the unsureness in her eyes and her silence as a sign something is wrong. The last thing you wanted was for the princess to become uncomfortable. “If you want to leave—”

“No,” she says, cutting you off. “I just—would you—can you help me feel like that?”

Not expecting to hear those words from her mouth, you pause. It’s not until you notice the look of rejection on her face that you realize you haven’t answered. You smile, “who am I to refuse such an offer, but only if you are sure?”

Your mind goes foggy as Helaena presses her lips against your own. Her lips were soft and tasted of wine. When you pull back to catch your breath, you instruct Helaena to sit between your legs and face the other way, so she’s able to see the other women. Your fingers brush along the side of her arms. “I will do my best to make you feel good; this I promise, but just not tonight. For now, I want you to watch and see what you might like to try.”

Helaena was far too good to be touched in a brothel; she was more than a drunken grope you’d soon forget about. She deserved to be cherished and worshiped properly.

“When are you returning to Runestone?” She asked quietly.

“I’m not; I’m going to Dragonstone to stay with my father.”

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