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acinnamongirlsdiary · 2 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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why-what-no · 8 months

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Being Alicent’s Daughter Would Include

Pairing: Alicent x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Allusions to violence, misogyny

Notes: Alicent is literally my baby. So is Rhaenyra. But right now Alicent gets the spotlight

When Alicent was pregnant with you, there was a slight bitterness when she thought of becoming a mother once more

It wasn’t your fault, she knew that. And she knew that she would love you more than anything, just like she did for her other children.

But the sight of her husband everyday, of the thought of raising another child who looks so much like a young version of her former dearest friend, hurt her in ways that she wouldn’t fully let herself understand.

After all, the crown needed heirs. That was her job. And she fulfilled it best that she could.

When you were born, as she expected, she loved you the moment she laid eyes on you. Used to the birthing process by now, she would normally hand her children over to the maid to be cleaned

But with you, her fourth, she couldn’t resist holding you just a bit longer.

Having another girl filled her with happiness, but also fear. Knowing that you would befall a fate similar to hers. Not everyone can live as Rhaenyra does, she thought bitterly.

One future for you would be to be betrothed to Aemond. Alicent knew he would be a decent husband to you, unlike Aegon to her sweet Helaena.

The other voice in her head, which sounded suspiciously like her father’s, knew that a Targaryen princess would be a good bargaining piece in a political marriage benefiting the crown.

But Alicent ignored all of that. For as long as she could keep you, you were hers. You were the small bit of light in Kings Landing. And she made it her mission to not let that light get extinguished.

She made sure that you had all that you needed and more growing up, keeping you protected from all the darkness and violence in the world outside the walls of the castle.

You were the baby of the family, always having either Alicent or Aemond or one of the very few others that she trusted by your side.

When you began to grow up, you did start realizing that the world wasn’t as godly and fair as your mother had led you to think. And she took this time to be honest with you about the world.

No matter what, you knew she loved you more than anything. As you did with her. Even in moments where your values clashed, like when she turned a blind eye to your eldest brother’s actions, she was your rock. Your anchor, your protector.

She did all she could to raise you into a kind, respectable young woman. And as you grew she was so proud of the woman her daughter was becoming.

She hoped you would live a blessed life. To marry someone you truly loved and have many happy children. To make a friend who knew and loved you more than any husband would and get to stay with them for your whole life.

There was still that sadness when you would look at her and all she would see was Rhaenyra. When she would remember the joy she took thinking about them flying away on dragon back together

The traitorous part of her that wanted to visit Rhaenyra. To show her what you have become. She had thought when she was little that she and Rhaenyra would raise their children together.

But now there was a great invisible wall between the two woman. And it burned Alicent when ever she tried to touch it or even think of it.

So instead, Alicent ignored it. Putting her full energy into you and your siblings. Pretending that it didn’t matter when her husband would talk with pride about Rhaenyra’s sons and say nothing about that amazing daughter that Alicent had given him.

Still, Alicent made sure to love you enough for the two of them.

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ironthroneconquerors · 7 days

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Okay, hear me out...

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laenordeservedbetter · 2 years

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Hi! May I request a fluff fic featuring older Alicent in love with a female reader? I want to see her happy and gay ❤️

Her Savior — Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Words: 2k

Pairings: Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader, Implied/Referenced Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warnings: Fluff, hero worship?, One curse word

Hi!! You and me both, anon. Alicent deserves happiness in her life.

not my gif. || masterlist || previous work

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“Where is Queen Alicent?”

“The Queen is in her bedchambers, my lady. She sent Ser Criston to seek you out. Did he not get to you?”

You could assume he did not bother to look. There was likelihood that a part of it was an effect of your doing. Last time he located your locus, you were in the middle of an outburst, going as far as to threatening to dismiss him from the kingsguard if he doesn’t leave you alone.

Criston is not afraid of you, only of Alicent’s wrath if she finds you unhappy. You could give out an effortlessly implicit disapproval of Criston’s abilities and Alicent would ship him back to Dorne in a blink of an eye due to her rising power.

You had met Alicent after Rhaenyra’s wedding – a time where Alicent greatly needed someone. No one thought her and Rhaenyra would fall apart. They were two peas in a pod, sharing a relationship some could go as far to assume was more than just a friendship. Carefree girls who had it all before the expectations from their fathers came piling in. Due to the world not willing to witness women assuming power despite not having a man by their side, it decided to pull them apart; their relationship classified as collateral damage.

During the wedding, a servant stumbled on your dress, spilling three cups worth of wine onto it while you were giving your congratulations to the princess and her future king consort. Alicent, drawn by your presence, offered to aid you in restoring your dress to its former glory in the borders of her room.

You had been distrustful of her kindness, believing there was a secret ploy to gain your house’s support. When you found her motives to be sincere, you let yourself bring your guard down.

Your relationship evolved from there, Alicent understanding Rhaenyra’s wont for breaking the rules in favor of gaining freedom as it grew. Alicent would not apprise you of her consideration in the past of declaring war against Rhaenyra, planning to execute her actions to get Aegon on the throne when Viserys inevitably passes for the reason that you already unintentionally subdued her fear that Rhaenyra will put her children to the sword, averting her feelings of hatred and taking her time to convert it into devotion for you.

The rest is history.

You blow out the fire of the remaining candles in your chambers. Though you don’t give a response, you recognize your handmaiden’s query. Being familiar with your silence, she escorts you to the queen’s resting room.

Criston, who was guarding Alicent’s doors, bows his head. “My lady.”

“Ser Criston.” You answered.

He steps aside to let you in, blocking the pathway for your handmaiden. As insufferable as he could be sometimes, Criston would protect your secrets because he is loyal to Alicent, the woman who gave him a chance to begin again.

You could not comprehend the uncanny arrangement your queen and this knight have going on. However, you appreciated Alicent’s flair for securing allies. Criston is a great fighter. You would count on him to defend Alicent if it ever came down to it.

Whilst Criston closes the door to offer you privacy, you feel a pang of guilt hit your chest as you see Alicent curled up into a chair, asleep. She has not changed out of her dress. Your brows furrow together, eyes flitting to the small table beside her, where you’d hold your own makeshift feasts during the hour of ghosts.

Currently it is the hour of the eel, past dinnertime. A plate hangs near the edge, in danger of falling. It housed your favorite meal. Most of the plates on the table did, the rest of it were Alicent’s. Poor furniture was overflowing with dishes that were untouched! As if you thought you couldn’t feel any guiltier, it dawned on you that Alicent planned to have dinner together.

“Fuck.” You clenched your jaw, angered by your own stupidity for not checking in earlier.

It was too late to wake Alicent. You don’t want to disturb her sleep. She has barely gotten rest these past few days because of Viserys needing her assistance, growing weaker by the day. You make a mental note to arrive back here in the early morning to apologize to Alicent and make sure she eats well.

For the moment, you’ll grant her rest. Moving to Alicent’s bed that accommodated her blanket, you take the fabric in your hands, commending the smoothness of it – the finest silk for the finest queen in Westeros – before putting it on Alicent deliberately. You tuck the edges of the blanket congruously so she won’t get cold later on followed by placing a good night’s kiss on her temple.

Just as you attempt to turn away, Alicent wakes.

“Leaving already, lover?” She muses, voice groggy from sleep.

“Apologies for my tardiness, my love.” Knowing Alicent, she would not go back to sleep when disturbed. There was no point in convincing her. You’ve tried to persuade her during similar positions in the past. Needless to say, you will never try again.

Alicent blinks, folding the blanket serenely like she could care less about your apology. “You came. It’s all that matters.”

You grab the blanket from Alicent, putting it back to the bed where it belonged. Still feeling bad about the whole ordeal, you attempt to ask for forgiveness one more time. “Ali…”

“Y/n.” She says in that authoritative tone she utilizes with her subjects to focus their attention to her point. “We will speak no more of it.”

“I’m beginning to get distraught. You’re starting to sound like Viserys.”

“You could say that, yeah.” Alicent is quite chipper even with you jabbing her with a joke that she normally would have felt insulted by. “Since you’ve graced me with your presence, do you mind if we eat now? Though, I should tell you. Food’s slightly cold.”

You hummed, planting yourself on a stool facing Alicent.

“I don’t mind.”

“Good.”

You ate in quietude; Alicent’s chamber was noiseless, but not uncomfortable. This is what you two needed after a day overflowing with endless conversations befitting of your roles in society – a moment of peace.

From time to time, silence is good regardless of how long it lasts.

Alicent sets her fork downward, wiping her mouth with a clean white cloth, a sign that she plans to tell you something. “Aemond got along with his brother and Rhaenyra’s children today, can you believe it?”

You chuckle, “No, but that’s progress, right?!” Avowedly, you were elated for Aemond. It was not so long ago that Aegon put Jace and Luke up to getting Aemond a pig. The Pink Dread, they called it. You are aware because you were there per Aemond’s request, him having listened to Helaena in the early morning during one of her mumblings about something cryptic as usual.

Aegon, Jace, and Luke were reprimanded by you as you were the only person not of the Targaryen blood that could do such a thing without repercussions. Alicent considered you family, so you were an extension of the Targaryens in people’s eyes.

You were also there to stop Aemond from risking his life just so he could prove himself, reassuring him that he will have a dragon someday.

“I have you to thank for that.” Alicent reached for your hand on the table, caressing your knuckles softly.

“How did I partake in this, if I may ask?” You questioned.

“Jace told me that you said ‘Aemond is of your blood. You lot are Targaryens. If you cannot manage to look out for each other, the house of the dragon will tear itself apart. You all know that you are stronger when united. You must work through your differences. Sooner than late, you’ll have to fight against whoever dares to tear your family asunder. When the time comes, the realm will need four princes to keep everything together. That is your responsibility.’ That seemed to be enough to get their heads straight. Today, they all conspired to make Criston’s day miserable. It was bad for Criston, but good for the children.”

You grinned, glad to hear the news. You’d tell the boys you are proud of them in the morrow as well as to give your thanks for making Criston’s life worse. You don’t know why, but something about him leaves you feeling on edge. “There may be hope for them yet.” You teased.

“They listen to you.”

“Mhm.” You confirmed.

“And they value your counsel like you are also their mother.”

“Alicent, that is not what I had intended…” You trailed off, trying to retract your hand, thinking you overstepped your boundaries with her children. To your surprise, Alicent only held onto it tighter. She didn’t want to let you go.

Alicent’s eyes held no antipathy, seeming like her affection expanded upon observing how well you got along with her children. You’ve been a parental figure in their lives, stepping up in the shoes Viserys should have filled. Every milestone, you were there, not missing out on anything.

Your heart skipped a beat when Alicent pressed her lips against yours to hush your train of thought. Closing your eyes to relish in the warmth that was Alicent, your hands come up to place themselves on her cheeks. Even after all these years, Alicent still felt like coming home after a long journey. If she was a god, you would worship the ground she walks on because for you, Alicent is heaven. Your oasis.

At the end of the night, near the conclusion of reading Alicent a passage from your favorite tale, bodies pressed beside each other for warmth, your dark-haired lover sneaks a hand around your waist while your fingers brush over her back in a soothing manner.

You were close to falling asleep when Alicent murmurs, “You saved me.”

You studied Alicent’s expression but she did not give anything away, “How so?”

“You led me out of a path of hatred. If we didn’t meet, no doubt I’d be a disparate person.” Alicent smiles gently, “You would not like me.” She adds.

“Nonsense. I’d love you still. Whichever version that may be.” You dismiss.

“Even if I have gone mad?” She asks with her voice so small it made you want to put her in your pocket to cherish forever.

“Even if you’ve gone mad.” You certify.

“Will you still love me if you found out that I tried to wage war on Rhaenyra?”

“What kind of – yes, I would.”

“Good because I did try it.”

“Alicent!”

“It was a long time ago. I’ve gotten over it after I fell in love with you.” She exclaims defensively, surprising herself as well when she admitted her former plans to you when she vowed not to.

“How long ago?”

“During her wedding.”

“Okay, well, since you don’t hate her now, I suppose it’s alright.” You breathe out, seeking to imagine a life where Alicent and Rhaenyra did not reconnect but you couldn’t picture it in your mind. It was inconceivable.

“If I was a dragon, would you love me?”

“Of course. Dragons are marvelous.”

“How about if I stole ancient relics for a living?”

“Darling, let’s go to bed.”

“No. Answer my question first.”

“Sure.”

Alicent wriggles herself out of your hold. “That’s all you can say? ‘Sure’?” She asks incredulously.

You attempt to pull her back to you, “I love you, Ali. You know that.”’

“What if I was dirt in your foot? Would you love me then?” Her arms are crossed, pretending to sound upset.

Fortunately, you were familiar with her capers. She needs assurance, is all. Not giving Alicent a choice, you embrace her with a strong grip that she cannot get out of yet still allowing her space to breathe. The succeeding hours of conversation ensued all the way until the sun began to shine. You filled Alicent’s ears with sweet words that you candidly meant until she was content. Alicent values honesty as much as she values you. Your sayings were true at heart. Alicent could listen to your voice all day but she has a query directed to herself that appears regularly, looming in the back of her mind.

How did I get so lucky?

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badasgirlfriend · 9 months

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#hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targeryan #queen rhaenyra #young rhaenyra #hotd rhaenyra #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenicent #princess rhaenyra #hotd imagine #young alicent #alicent hightower #alicent x reader #queen alicent #hotd alicent #lesbians

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darkrhaenicent · 3 months

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Unlucky Fate - Trailer

“I don’t care Rhaenyra, mother or stepmother now I’m your Queen and you, as the princess, are under my control and discipline.”

“I’m sorry for acting promiscuous my queen but please stop, it’s embarrassing! The servants are passing by!”

“You are not acting like a proper princess of the realm should act. This is why you are being punished by me.”

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 11 months

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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.”

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