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“I would devour you, if I could,” Alicent whispers in Rhaenyra’s ear as they leave the small council meeting. Her hand brushes over the small of Rhaenyra’s back.
“You dislike my proposals so fervently?” Rhaenyra asks, regular volume, feigning confusion by furrowing her brow in that helpless little way she knows Alicent has always hated, ever since they were children.
Alicent laughs, a quiet exhale through her nose. She’s always been silent in her amusement. It was a fun secret when they were younger--Rhaenyra always felt a little thrilling jump in her chest when she was close enough to hear Alicent’s covert enjoyment of the world. “Your diplomacy requires work, still, I believe,” Alicent says. “You have never been one for being pleasant to your detractors.”
“Nor have you, my dear friend,” Rhaenyra says, sweetly. Alicent smirks for a brief moment, and they walk the hall together in silence.
“Would you come to my chambers tonight?” Alicent asks. “I have read a great deal of histories of your family, I may be able to assist your diplomatic strategy.”
“I’ve read a great deal of my family’s history as well,” Rhaenyra says, playing dumb. “I doubt you could tell me anything new.”
“I have also read much about all of the Great Houses--” Alicent says, audibly frustrated, her hands clenching tightly and unclenching very slowly. Rhaenyra swallows laughter, bites her tongue, and very very quickly pinches Alicent’s ass as hard as she can manage. Alicent’s lip quivers, she closes her eyes, and Rhaenyra watches her also swallow laughter as much as she can. She makes a choking sound.
“If you so badly desire to bore me with a history lesson at my old age, who am I to refuse my queen?” Rhaenyra says, smirking, and Alicent quickly regains composure to look at her, steely-eyed.
“No one,” Alicent says, very quietly, but with a hard edge that almost brings Rhaenyra to her knees. “You’re no one at all.”
Rhaenyra swallows again, hard. She doesn’t let anything show on her face. “I will see you tonight, and perhaps you can devour me if that’s what you so badly desire.”
“You must know that is not how this works, Princess,” Alicent says. “I wish you a very pleasant day.”
“I wish you the same,” Rhaenyra says. “Though I might add that things do not always work in the ways you expect. Your confidence may be misplaced.”
“Hmm.” Alicent smiles sweetly. “I doubt it, but I suppose we shall have to see.” She turns a corner and leaves Rhaenyra alone in the hallway. Rhaenyra sighs, willing the aching between her legs away for the time being, and wastes the remaining few hours of daylight watching Harwin train her sons while Helaena reads a book about dragons aloud next to her.
After nightfall, and after a quiet dinner with a very distracted Laenor and their very exhausted children, Rhaenyra goes to Alicent’s chambers without being summoned. She feels like an obedient pet that waits outside their master’s door for attention. Ser Criston guards the door, and raises his eyebrows at her when she approaches. She feels the disdain simmering in him, so she smiles brightly at him.
“The queen requested I come to her chambers for a history lesson,” she says, and he does not look any less suspicious, just knocks sharply on the door behind him.
After a moment, Alicent opens the door. “Ah, Princess Rhaenyra,” she says, as if she’s pleasantly surprised. “Do come in.” She gestures for Rhaenyra to enter. “You are not required, Ser Criston.”
Criston looks between the two of them, squints, and says nothing. He walks down the hallway, and Rhaenyra watches him leave before she enters. Alicent closes the door firmly behind her, and leads Rhaenyra into her chambers, stopping by the bed.
“I do not think Ser Criston cares much for me,” Rhaenyra says, lightly, lips twitching into a smile, and Alicent smirks as well.
“He has no reason to,” she says. “He broke his vows for a common whore masquerading as royalty.”
“I have not been quite so prolific as you seem to imagine,” Rhaenyra says. “Three men is really so difficult for you to fathom?"
“You have been found out several times and the consequences were nonexistent,” Alicent says. “ That is what I find difficult to fathom. Were I to bed another man, I could be killed.”
“My father would not do that to the mother of his children,” Rhaenyra says, dismissively.
“Do you truly believe that of a man who sentenced your own mother to death in desperate pursuit of a male heir?” Alicent asks, and Rhaenyra feels her blood boil at the accusation that her father wished her mother dead.
“Her death was an unintended consequence, not a choice ,” she says, not quite shouting, but nearly there.
“Do not raise your voice to me.” Alicent turns to face Rhaenyra, expression set. It is cold and somehow motherly, and it almost makes Rhaenyra stop in her tracks. Instead it makes her angrier.
“Or what?” Rhaenyra asks, like a petulant child. “Tell me, stepmother , what will you do to me if I shout?”
“I will be forced to silence you.”
Rhaenyra bites her bottom lip for a moment, which has always been an unintentional tell that she’s thinking of doing something she knows will have consequences--and then she screams, wordlessly, and Alicent rolls her eyes, before placing a hand over Rhaenyra’s mouth, physically turning her, and shoving her facedown onto the bed. Alicent puts a hand on the back of her head and forces her face into the pillows so her scream is muffled.
Rhaenyra cannot see, but she feels Alicent straddle her back before leaning in to whisper “You are not in control in this room, Princess. You are not royalty, you are not respectable, you are the whore you cover up with privilege and pretty dresses. You are nothing , you are mine , and you serve me .”
She lets go of Rhaenyra’s head, and her weight lifts from Rhaenyra’s back. Rhaenyra rolls over, gasping for air, and looks up at Alicent, who’s sitting on her knees on the bed, above her. Her eyes are dark and full of wanting. She used to look at Rhaenyra like that when they were teenage girls, so long ago, but there was never time alone, and then the gap between them grew so wide.
“Will I be rewarded for good behavior?” Rhaenyra asks, breathless, widening her eyes as much as possible and pouting for effect.
“Show me your best behavior and I will evaluate whether or not you deserve a reward,” Alicent says, and she gives Rhaenyra a condescending little pat on the cheek. Rhaenyra bites towards her fingers, and Alicent withdraws the hand. “You used your tongue well last time, but I thought we might try something different tonight.”
She leans over the edge of the bed and reaches for something that Rhaenyra thinks might be hidden between the mattress and the bedframe. She pulls out a wooden cock and holds it in her hands, so stonefaced Rhaenyra suspects she might be daring her to laugh at it.
“I thought you did not wish for the company of a man?” Rhaenyra asks. Alicent places the wooden cock beside her.
“You are no man, though you have always so dearly wanted a cock, so I thought I might offer you one,” Alicent says. She lifts her dress and removes her smallclothes, throwing them carelessly to the floor beside the bed, and then sits back and spreads her legs for Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra can’t help but smile at the sight, and her hand closes around the piece of wood next to her. She pushes herself to her knees, and crawls forward, until she’s leaning over Alicent. Alicent puts a hand under her cheekbone and pulls her forcefully into a kiss, biting her lip, fingernails digging into her face. “Careful not to leave a mark,” Rhaenyra says when she pulls away.
“Do not tell me what to do,” Alicent says, and slaps her hard. Rhaenyra gasps, but can’t hide a smile. She leans forward again and kisses Alicent, ferociously. Alicent shoves her back. “Fuck me.”
Rhaenyra doesn’t have to be told twice. She slides the wood into Alicent’s relatively loose hole, and Alicent shudders, leaning back on her elbows and moaning. As Rhaenyra fucks her with it, she gets more and more aroused than she already was, imagining the cock is actually attached to her, actually hers to use, and she’s moaning as well before she realizes it, losing herself so completely in the fantasy. It’s only broken by Alicent’s moaning turning to desperate yelping screams. She reaches out to grab Rhaenyra’s arm, nails finding their way deep into her skin as she grips tighter and tighter, head back, mouth wide open. With the hand not fucking Alicent, Rhaenyra puts her fingers in Alicent’s mouth, and Alicent closes her lips around them, sucking, dragging her teeth over them, treating them like they can give Rhaenyra pleasure the way a cock could.
It isn’t long before Alicent reaches a climax and can’t even keep her lips closed around Rhaenyra’s fingers anymore. She pants, visibly dazed, as Rhaenyra removes the wet piece of wood and leaves it on the bed. She does not wish to beg Alicent for anything, but she is desperate for release from the painful, heavy aching she feels in her cunt.
“Was I good enough?” she asks, and Alicent does not seem to have enough of her senses about her to answer, she just pushes herself up off of her elbows and leans her weight into Rhaenyra, shoving her back onto the bed, arms braced on Rhaenyra’s chest. She just rests there a moment, breathing heavily into Rhaenyra’s lips, and then she reaches one arm down, under Rhaenyra’s dress, and touches Rhaenyra through her smallclothes, rubbing circles into her, and Rhaenyra can’t help but twitch.
“You are a suitable toy,” Alicent breathes, and Rhaenyra’s hips jerk into Alicent’s hand. Alicent works diligently on her. It takes less than minutes for Rhaenyra to be panting hard, on the edge of release--and then Alicent removes her hand, and Rhaenyra falls to pieces, grabbing for Alicent’s hand, trying to pull it back to where it belongs, but Alicent just smirks, inches away from her face. “Do you think you deserve it?”
“Please,” Rhaenyra says, and knows distantly she will hate herself later for this, but her mind is too gone in the moment to care. “Please, my queen, please-- please --I am nothing, I am your nothing, I am your toy, please --”
Alicent laughs softly. “You are such a pathetic, needy, hungry thing.” She barely touches Rhaenyra again, and Rhaenyra comes, shaking hard, with a high-pitched whine. Alicent wipes her hand on Rhaenyra’s dress, rolls off of Rhaenyra and the bed, and stands with obviously shaky legs she tries to hide. She reaches for her smallclothes and puts them back on. Rhaenyra just watches, mind empty with pleasure. Her own smallclothes are soaked, and she will have to walk back across the Keep to her own chambers in this condition--Alicent might extend her mercy on this matter, if nothing else.
“May I borrow smallclothes--” she starts, her voice small and pleading still, and Alicent laughs.
“No,” she says. “You may not. It is your fault you are in this condition, and you will endure it.”
Rhaenyra whines, wordlessly, almost involuntarily. “Might I at least rest--”
“I promise my daughter I would read with her,” Alicent says, sweetly. “You must leave my chambers.”
Rhaenyra closes her eyes, lays back for a moment, and then sighs, collecting herself. She is the fucking heir to the Iron Throne. She can handle being kicked out of bed still wet. “Very well,” she says, forcing herself to stand. “I shall see you tomorrow.”
“You shall,” Alicent says. “I wish you a good night, Princess.”