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Alicent knew that she was supposed to be enjoying herself in Lys. While she was on the resort island for work, it was a thinly disguised reason to lay out next to the beach every day after the meetings had let out. Enjoy the weather, explore the ancient island and all the cheesy tourist traps.
As Margaery had quickly reminded her, she was free from Oldtown. Free from the over worry eyes of her father, the memory of her ex, and the stress and worries that came with life. She was supposed to be relaxing .
But whatever peace or freedom settled in her heart on the flight from Oldtown quickly disappeared on the first day of the conference when Alicent met one of her table mates .
She had gone straight from the airport to her hotel room, giving herself only time to throw her suitcase onto her bed and freshen up from the eight-hour red-eye flight. By the time she made it to the sprawling conference room, she only had a few minutes to spare before the welcoming speeches were to be made.
Alicent quickly found her table and the only open seat next to a striking-looking blonde-haired woman. The woman’s suit seemed to be fitted perfectly to her form, bringing rapid attention to the broadness of her shoulders. The other seven that sat at the roundtable did not give Alicent a single look as she hurriedly sat down in the open chair, save for the blonde woman seated directly to her right.
A deep, solid, rich Valyrian accent came from those lovely-looking lips as the blonde woman introduced herself in a low tone, “Don’t worry, you haven’t missed anything important.”
The woman had a certain humor to her. The edge of a grin appeared on those sharp lips as she turned slightly to angle her features in Alicent’s direction. Several strands of silky silver hair broke free from the woman’s slicked-back undercut style, which framed the right side of her face.
Alicent unintentionally licked her dry lips, saying, “Thank you. I was in a rush from the airport. I’m Alicent Hightower, by the way.”
A pair of violet eyes seemed to zero in on Alicent and roamed over the features of her face as that grin remained on the other woman’s face, “Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra Targaryen.”
Before the conversation could be pressed any further, a round of applause broke free through the large room as the first speaker took the stage, and all eyes turned to the center.
Rhaenyra Targaryen, the heiress to the world's largest public airline company, was simply annoying in Alicent’s professional opinion.
Alicent was given a frontline view of the young heiress. Rhaenyra moved with a purpose, a charm, a twinkle in her eyes. She wasn’t a speaker at the conference, but people stopped to listen every time she opened her mouth.
Worst of all to Alicent, Rhaenyra was hot . That Valyrian accent sounded heavenly, and that head of silver-gold hair was slick back against her skull, going just past the nape of her neck. The woman’s expansive collection of button-downs was tight and form-fitting, bringing rapid attention to Alicent’s eyes.
It was difficult, impossible , to focus on anything that wasn’t Rhaenyra Targaryen. Throughout the whole of the first day during the meet and greet, the Valyrian woman seemed to zero in on Alicent, trying to hold as many conversations as possible with the redhead, which only made Alicent’s desires grow worse.
Or how those fingers constantly brushed past loose silky strands of silver-gold when it broke free from that slicked-back style. Or the deepness of Rhaenyra’s voice. Or the smell of the woman’s cologne that made Alicent resist the urge to lean in that bit closer.
It was maddening . This electricity appeared with ease that Alicent had never felt in her life. Perhaps it was just due to the sheer neediness that boiled below Alicent’s surface.
Alicent could only half listen as they had a round table discussion during the training exercise. She was honestly trying to pay attention, but her amber eyes had wandered to her right, where Rhaenyra had stood out of her chair to take off her sheer black suit coat.
“What it means to be an employer of choice is quite interesting…” A voice at the table droned on, falling on Alicent’s deaf ears.
A tight, form-fitting black dress shirt was exposed, with a deep crimson red tie and matching suspenders. It did not take a vivid imagination to see the well-kept build that Rhaenyra kept underneath the overpriced suit she was wearing for the day.
Alicent’s throat went dry when the blonde popped those cuff links off and neatly rolled the sleeves of her dress shirt over those powerful and thick forearms, showing heavy muscle that hung off the bone.
As if entirely unaware of Alicent’s internal panic, Rhaenyra retook her seat with that same lopsided grin on her features. She caught those fixed amber eyes and raised a dark blonde brow at Alicent. Alicent quickly snapped her head away as a blush overtook the rest of her face and spread down the column of her neck.
By the end of that first day, Alicent skipped the catered dinner and escaped to her room. Not even a cold shower could save her from her new fixation.
Laying underneath the fine covers of her bed, bare to the world underneath, it was a constant battle for Alicent to keep her hands flat against her stomach. Her red curls were spread out over the mountain of pillows that supported her neck while her amber eyes remained sealed shut, attempting to focus on anything else that wasn’t the heat building in the pit of her stomach.
Alicent’s soft thighs pressed together and flexed as a sharp sigh of annoyance came from the redhead’s chest. Her hands laid out over her stomach came together and started to harshly pick around the edges of her fingers in an old habit that refused to break with time.
She was painfully aware of how horny she was. It had been months since she broke things off with Elaine. Longer than that since Alicent had experienced anything remotely pleasurable. And then, after Elaine, she threw herself into work to fill the gaping pit that had been a hundred “almosts.”
Rhaenyra was nothing more than someone. Someone painfully attractive and caused that lust to bubble for the first time in months. It was a crush that would fade when Alicent left on a plane back to Oldtown.
Yet as her mind seemed trying to come to a bottom line, Alicent’s hands moved with a specific purpose down the plane of her stomach. Those delicate fingers had stopped their tearing of flesh and instead now left goosebumps down her stomach.
Without much thought, her thighs parted as her fingertips danced across her soft stomach and dipped beneath her navel. There was no gentle teasing as Alicent’s fingers ghosted straight over her needy center.
A desperate gasp of pleasure rang from Alicent lips as soon as her fingertips ghosted through her thoroughly soaked center. That hairless mound parted for Alicent’s slender fingers as they ran downwards and circled her tiny opening.
Another gasp of pleasure rolled from Alicent as her fingertips teased the opening of her cunt. It was easy for her mind to become distracted, away from any logical sense, and instead wholly focused on the sight of those violet eyes, muscular forearms, and broad shoulders.
She could imagine how Rhaenyra’s fingers would feel inside of her. So much thicker than her own, stronger . All she would need was one , one thick finger curled inside of her, pumping her so well. Alicent knew she could take more, beg for another, maybe even three .
A second finger joined the first and buried itself in its second knuckle within moments. With Alicent's wetness, there was no resistance as she pumped her fingers in desperation.
“You’re doing so good, taking me .” Not-Rhaenyra’s voice filled Alicent’s mind.
She could imagine the towering blonde above her, pinning her down and using her hand to make her cum again and again and…
A deep and sudden climax tore itself through Alicent’s body at the mere thought. Too needy, too desperate to cum. It was an earth-shattering thing that rocked through her limbs, leaving her shivering and shaking from the sheer pleasure it brought her.
Alicent lay in her sheets, with red curls sticking to her sweaty flesh. She kept her fingers buried to their hilts inside her, and as soon as the climax faded, a deep growl of annoyance came from Alicent’s chest.
She needed more.
The last brilliant golden rays dipped further beneath the horizon as the arms of the clock clicked onward into the evening. With the setting sun, relief came to the island as a cool breeze blew off the ocean. Rhaenyra was not one to allow her mind to wander. She had always been laser-focused on whatever she had set her mind to. She was dauntless even as a child and took her first solo flight.
This trip was a chance to network significantly as her father grew closer and closer to retiring. It was a test, and she knew that much. To wine and dine, smile and charm to keep their business at their rightful place; the top. She wouldn’t allow Daemon to weasel his way back into her father’s good graces after a decade of spurring the family business for his adventures .
Yet every plan she had designed, every conversation she pre-planned, went quickly out of the window when she first saw Alicent Hightower . The woman was stunning in a way that made Rhaenyra’s brain short-circuit. There was an intangible thing between them; as soon as Alicent had taken her seat on that first day, she couldn’t leave Rhaenyra’s mind for long.
More than a half dozen restaurants and bars were dotted across the resort, but Rhaenyra picked the smallest of them in search of peace. It was tucked away from much of the rest of the hotel rooms on the far side of the resort's land, leaving it mostly empty in the early evening.
Rhaenyra’s only companion from the corner booth was the chilled glass of three fingers worth of whiskey. Her second of the evening, with a third quickly becoming an option as Rhaenyra’s mind seemed to refuse to shut off.
It was the red curls, Rhaenyra was sure. Something about them on Alicent’s head robbed Rhaenyra of any other senses. A desire was there to weave her a thick finger around one of those curls and pull Alicent into…
Rhaenyra chased those thoughts away with a harsh sip from her whiskey glass. Such ideas were treasonous, dripping like poison into her bloodstream to cloud her better judgment. She was sure that Alicent did want to be hit on at a work function, no matter how lovely the thought sounded of inviting the Hightower back up to her room to act out their worst impulses together.
Violet eyes zeroed in on the glass beneath her. She watched how the amber liquid squished back and forth from side to side. She should just finish her drink and head back to her room. The walk back should cool her thoughts. Then an early night of sleep. Then she could recenter for the rest of the week without thinking about Alicent Hightower or her red curls.
Just as that thought finished upon Rhaenyra’s mind, the sound of heels hitting the wood floor echoed in the otherwise quiet room. Violet eyes peeked up from her spot in the corner from where she had a view of the bar counter. A tightness suddenly came to the center of Rhaenyra’s stomach, quickly turning into a liquid heat that broke free through her bloodstream.
Alicent Hightower, by fate or chance, had decided she desperately needed a drink . It wasn’t quite the fact that Rhaenyra had seemingly summoned Alicent from her wandering thoughts but what Alicent was wearing .
The open plan of Alicent’s back seemed to rob Rhaenyra of much of her attention. Her dark green dress was not meant for a business meeting. Strapped and tied from around the back of her neck, it flowed downwards to just right above her knees. A gold necklace sat over her neck, with a long tail that flowed down over that open plane of her black, hugging the curve of her spine. The material was tight and form-fitting, which brought Rhaenyra’s eyes to the swell of Alicent’s hips and the pinch of her waist.
Her skin looked the tiniest bit pink, as if sunburnt from the day’s warmth. The meetings had let out early again that afternoon, meaning that Alicent most likely spent much of her day on the beach or next to the pool to give her skin such a coloring. Her red curls were pinned back into a lazy bun, not matching the silky dress that covered her form.
Rhaenyra took an aggressive sip of her whiskey as her eyes counted the moles exposed over that pale flesh. She took a second gulp as Alicent took her seat at the bar, allowing that silky green material to ride up over her soft thick thigh. A third and final gulp of whiskey followed as Alicent looked over her shoulder directly in Rhaenyra’s direction, holding eye contact for several long seconds before she turned back to the counter.
Any thoughts about leaving that bar early seemed to have entirely left Rhaenyra’s brain. Instead, she strolled out of her booth seat and crossed over the otherwise quiet restaurant to the bar.
Rhaenyra leaned into the open seat to Alicent’s right. She tilted her side into the counter as she signaled for the bartender. Her deep voice spoke toward Alicent, “Whatcha drinking?”
The Targaryen could see the noticeable shiver running down Alicent’s spine, which trembled down that curve before disappearing. The alluring smell of citrus and cinnamon tickled Rhaenyra’s nose at being this close to Alicent.
The redhead leaned towards her right, closer into Rhaenyra’s personal space. Those amber eyes looked a shade darker than earlier that day, “Is that an offer of a drink, I hear?”
“Naturally.” Rhaenyra shot Alicent the usual easy grin she wore. Out of habit, Rhaenyra’s left hand raised to brush past several silver strands back over her combover that had fallen out of place.
Rhaenyra thought those amber eyes looked dangerous as they flashed across the Targaryen’s form. They seemed to soak in the sight of her form in the slim-fitting black suit she had been wearing that morning. The only bit of color came from the crimson red tie that hung from around her neck, “I admit that I’ve gotten a bit of the island favor with the amount of rum mixed drinks.”
The bartender neared the pair, and Rhaenyra flicked her eyes over toward the man, “Another whiskey, please.”
Alicent turned her head away from the blonde for only a few moments to place her order, “A double trouble banana daiquiri.”
“Coming up.” The bartender replied quickly and placed a white towel back over his shoulder before he set to mixing their drinks.
“Of course, you drink whiskey straight,” Alicent commented as soon as the bartender was out of earshot. Those amber eyes rounded back to Rhaenyra, wearing a matching teasing-looking grin.
Rhaenyra kept herself on her feet and used the counter to keep herself upright. Her right hand reached up to loosen her tie slightly as she felt herself turn flush underneath her collar by how Alicent’s eyes were looking at her, “See, that sounds like you’re teasing me. I’ll have you know that I have wonderful taste.”
It did not take long for the bartender to return with their drinks and disappear again. With the pair alone, Alicent took a series of harsh gulps from the glass. Her mind seemed to be rushing at a thousand thoughts a minute but being this close to Rhaenyra; it was hard to focus on anything that wasn’t the blonde.
Alicent arched one of those red brows, “Wonderful taste, hm? Is that why you wear black on black every day?”
“It’s a part of my style.” Rhaenyra shot back with a confident grin.
Before Alicent truthfully knew what she was saying, her mouth was moving in reply, “It is a lovely style.”
There was a long moment of silence where Alicent was slow to realize what she had just said while Rhaenyra blinked dumbly before the blonde leaned the slightest bit closer, “You look divine in this dress.”
The tip of ALicent’s tongue appeared from her closed teeth to wet her dry lips. It was hard to think straight, being this close to the woman that had been the source of her near-violent self-pleasure sessions that had been robbing much of her free time in the past three days, “Is that right?”
While Alicent tried for some fake confidence in her voice, her eyes gave away what she truthfully felt. Her cunt pulsed at the praise that came from Rhaenyra. How those violet eyes seemed to be fixed upon her. Was Rhaenyra interested like how Alicent was interested?
“Hm, if you wear it during the conference, I’m afraid I would only be able to focus on you.”
“And what if that’s what I want?”
The door to the private restroom slammed open when the force of two bodies collided with it. Pressed together, Rhaenyra’s taller and larger frame dwarfed that of Alicent’s. Their chests heaved together as their lip locks grew more intense, a frenzy of repressed desire as their tongue and months moved together in a particular dance to taste the other.
Alicent half dragged and half walked backward into the private restroom. She broke the liplock in time for Rheaenyra’s mouth to descend over the side of her neck. It was beyond Alicent how Rhaenyra seemed able to multitask while her mouth left hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck, her hands greedily squeezing her wide hips and teasing her exposed back.
The redhead’s hands greedily ran over the front of Rhaenyra's clothed chest. A moan tore out of her throat, both at how Rhaenyra sucked on her pulse point but too from how she felt a thick layer of muscle resting just beneath that thin layer the shirt provided.
Rhaenyra’s right leg reached behind them and shut the restroom door that had been left wide open from their entrance. The blonde disconnected slightly to allow her to reach behind them to bar the door shut, which gave Alicent a much-needed chance to breathe .
Her breath hitched when those violet eyes were back on her form. They looked dark, near black, as Rhaenyra’s bronzed skin was flushed red with apparent desire. That desperate need birthed in Alicent’s stomach days before roared back to life, leaking out in slippery wetness that stained the silky green thong she wore.
Before Rhaenyra could step back forward towards Alicent, the redhead moved. Those small soft hands grasped the blonde’s fine crimson tie and tugged on it as she started to walk backward into the open stall, “ Come here.”
Alicent knew how desperate she sounded, she knew how desperate she felt, but there was a particular thrill of power at how quickly Rhaenyra followed after. Soon that shadow muscle and mass was before her. Those strong hands were back on her.
The thin black stall rocked when the pair fell into the side of it. Alicent fisted her hands around Rhaenyra’s tie while the blonde’s mouth was back onto her neck. A large hand left Alicent’s hip and ran upwards to tug those red curls free.
“I’ve wanted to do this since day one,” Rhaenyra’s voice sounded feverish . Those red curls were freed quickly, and her hand fisted them as she sucked on the pale expanse of Alicent’s neck, “We should’ve done it then.”
“We should’ve.” Alicent returned with the best affirmative nod she could muster at the moment. Another desperate foul, sounding moan came ringing from Alicent’s mouth as Rhaenyra’s left hand snaked around to trace upwards over the exposed curve of her spine.
“What do you want, Alicent?” That Valyrian accent sounded several pitches deeper and flushed against her skin. Rhaenyra’s right hand dropped from her hair and slipped downwards over Alicent’s side before it finally came to rest over the hem of that green dress.
Alicent’s reply came in the form of her spreading her legs, giving Rhaenyra the silent signal to slip her hand underneath the skirt, “Y..your mouth. I’ve been thinking about it.”
A deep rumble came from Rhaenyra’s chest while her hand moved upwards over the smooth inside of Alicent’s thigh. It did not take long for the tips of those calloused fingers to meet the thin silky material of Alicent’s thong. A second louder moan came from Rhaenyra’s mouth as her fingertips felt how thoroughly drenched that thin material was, “Is this for me?”
Alicent was sure she would be thoroughly embarrassed by how she acted in the coming days. Painting as if she was in heat, dripping as if the only thing she needed to feel full was Rhaenyra’s fingers pressed so deeply inside her. But at that moment, she could only focus on how annoyingly attractive Rhaenyra looked with a hand up her skirt, still dressed in her fine-pressed suit.
The redhead leaned up to gently bite down on Rhaenyra’s bottom lip. She sucked it in gently while Alicent kept intense eye contact. She popped it free before a nod followed, “Do you want to hear how I’ve touched myself to the thought of you.”
“Fuck,” Came rushing out from Rhaenyra’s throat. Her finger teased over that massive wet spot before it swiped the thong to the side, allowing bare flesh to meet naked flesh, “I..I don’t normally…”
Alicent tugged on Rhaenyra’s tie to press their foreheads together, “I don’t either, but I need this . I need you. Please .”
Rhaenyra had already made her mind up after the first three words had left Alicent’s mouth. With her cunt exposed underneath the skirt, Rhaenyra swiped a finger upwards over Alicent’s weeping center.
The redhead shuddered and rocked in between Rhaenyra and the stall wall. Her hips rotated downwards in a desperate search for natural friction. She kept her hands curled tight around Rhaenyra’s tie, with her tiny arms locked between their bodies. With Rhaenyra’s size and strength, Alicent felt wonderfully trapped between something so strong and so solid .
“Good girl,” Rhaenyra mumbled as she swirled her finger over Alicent’s clit before it dropped back downwards to tease over that tiny little opening.
Paired with what Rhaenyra had said, plus that finger, another moan came free from Alicent. She had never been called that before, but it seemed to settle something deep within her stomach as a flush of slick wetness came from her cunt, “A..am I?”
Alicent’s head dropped onto Rhaenyra’s broad shoulder when the blonde gently pushed the tip of her thick pointer finger past that small tight ring. A loud and lewd wet sound echoed through the small restroom at the penetration before it was broken by Rhaenyra’s Valyrian accent, “Yes, you are. I need to taste you.”
A flood of wet heat came from Alicent’s cunt as she tightened around Rhaenyra’s finger. She was dizzy with need, flushed with lust as she felt every inch of her skin caught on fire by Rhaenyra and that sinful accent. She wanted to be a good girl for Rhaenyra, a thought she had never thought of before this exchange.
Rhaenyra brought her finger to rest on the second knuckle within Alicent’s wet cunt before slowly dragging it out, “Get up on the high part of the toilet.”
With the strength in Rhaenyra’s voice and Alicent’s desperate need to cum over Rhaenyra’s face, the redhead moved quickly into the small stall to sit up on the cool metal of the toilet tank. Her hands finally left Rhaenyra’s tie to brunch up the small skirt of her green dress, which showed her lower half to the room's cold air.
Rhaenyra was just a little behind Alicent. She claimed the closed toilet seat and sat facing Alicent. That black suit coat fell to the floor, showing those crimson red suspenders and matching tie for Alicent’s attention. The blonde went to slowly undo her cuff links and roll her shirt over her thick forearms as if she were an artist about to begin working on a painting.
A whine came from Alicent as Rhaenyra ran her hot hands over the insides of her thighs and placed her feet over those broad shoulders. She was forced to watch in slow motion as the blonde lowered her mouth to that soft skin and placed gently hot kisses. Rhaenyra moved as if they had all the time in the world, as if she had no other plans in her life now but to devour Alicent Hightower’s cunt.
That thought sent Alicent’s hips buckling down in Rhaenyra’s direction, “Gods, please .”
Rhaenyra did not seem bothered by Alicent’s whines. Her mouth had other ideas, kissing and sucking the flesh of the insides of those thick thighs. A hand dropped onto Rhaenyra’s silky hair, breaking that gel with greedy fingers. Fingers pulled at silver and gold, which brought a slight shiver of pleasure to Alicent, knowing she could finally run her fingers through that head of hair.
Alicent’s second hand was kept sealed around the high waistband of her thong. She pulled it tight off to her right, allowing for her slick wet cunt lips to be exposed for Rhaenyra’s attention. The redhead was panting into the cold air of the restroom, knowing that it wouldn’t take much for her to cum on Rhaenyra’s tongue.
“So pretty.'' The blonde mumbled out from in between Alicent’s thighs.
The quiet praise did things to Alicent. Elaine had never , no one had ever talked to her with such confidence, given her such quiet praise as Rhaenyra was dishing out. Alicent tightened her legs around Rhaenyra’s shoulders, squeezing the blonde’s face with her thick thighs.
Alicent’s redhead dropped back onto the smooth, cool title of the restroom wall when the tip of Rhaenyra’s tongue circled her dripping slit and ran upwards over her folds, licking up as much of that slick desire as she could, “ Fuck , Rhaenyra.”
A loud moan vibrated from Alicent and through the restroom as soon as Rhaenyra’s tongue circled that tight bundle of nerves. Her thighs flexed around Rhaenyra’s face, half suffocating the woman. Not that Rhaenyra seemed to care; as those thighs closed in, the blonde dove deeper into that flushed wet center.
Rhaenyra’s hands slipped from where they were pressed in between her jawline and Alicent’s thighs, bringing them around to curl around Alicent’s hips. Those strong palms kept Alicent still as Rhaenyra lashed her tongue against Alicent’s clit again.
Those fingers in Rhaenyra’s hair tightened to a death grip, leaving wild strands to frame the sides of the blonde’s face. Even with Rhaenyra’s strong hands controlling her hips, Alicent desperately tried to grind her cunt downwards onto Rhaenyra’s mouth, “Please, please, Rhaenyra. I..I..need..”
Alicent couldn’t finish her sentence before Rhaenyra’s lips sealed around that little bundle. That wet warmth felt divine around her clit, and soon enough, Rhaenyra’s tongue was softly tracing with its tip over the hood, diving deeper to find the source of pleasure.
The redhead’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and sealed shut tightly. Her mouth was half stuck open with a gasp of pleasure. She knew it had been a long time since Alicent enjoyed something like this but Rhaenyra ate her cunt as if it was the only reason Rhaenyra was put on the planet.
That tongue was sinful , that mouth holy, as it sucked, kissed, and licked her clit. It was never-ending, slowly building and stroking that fire in the pit of her stomach that brought her closer and closer to such relief …
“Anyone in here?” An unknown voice rang from the other side of the closed bar restroom door. A heavy knock on the door followed it.
Alicent’s amber eyes popped open as they slammed down onto Rhaenyra. A thrill ran through her, and they were about to be caught . Rhaenyra’s violet eyes met hers as she pulled her mouth away from Alicent’s cunt. The blonde’s face was flushed red and stained completely wet with Alicent’s desire, but that mouth was quickly replaced with two of Rhaenyra’s thick fingers.
Those digits did not hesitate to easily slip into Alicent’s needy cunt. The blonde’s grin looked annoying as she winked at Alicent and used her free hand to make a ‘be quiet’ motion.
“It’s in use!” Rhaenyra called out onto the other side of the door, “My friend is feeling sick.”
“Fine, fine.” The voice came from the other side of the door.
All the while, Alicent had brought the hand in Rhaenyra’s hair and formed it into a fist to bite on to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. That lewd wet sound echoed in the room as Rhaenyra’s fingers expertly pumped her cunt, those tight walls clinging to them in such desperation to be filled by the blonde.
Those violet eyes turned back to the flushed sight of the mess she had made Alicent into. She didn’t seem to care that her face and the upper part of her dress shirt were stained with Alicent’s juices, “You like this, don’t you, Alicent? Me fucking you.”
Alicent gave a desperate hurried nod. She kept her teeth biting down on the row of knuckles, not trusting herself to form words or sentences behind the sounds of pleasure that wanted to come free from her throat. She was so fucking close , brought closer by each flick of Rhaenyra’s thick wrist.
“Such a good girl…” Rhaenyra said in a hurried, rushed breath before she dove her mouth back downwards. Her lips sucked that bundle of nerves back into her mouth with a breakneck speed as her fingers kept pumping in and out of Alicent’s center.
The whole of Alicent’s body grew tighter and tighter with each passing second. Muffled sounds of pleasure came free from in between her clenched teeth. That coppery taste of blood filled her mouth as she knew she had broken skin from how hard she was biting down on her hand. But she needed to keep it there, or they would be caught, and then Rhaenyra would stop .
Alicent desperately rotated her hips into Rhaenyra’s fingers and mouth, too far gone to care. Each flick of that tongue brought her closer; each pump of those fingers teased that most pleasurable spot inside her cunt.
The Hightower’s thighs became a death grip around Rhaenyra’s face as she finally drew her hand away from her mouth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m..Rhaenyra, I’m…”
Rhaenyra’s large hands tightened around Alicent’s hips, knowing she was finally about to reach her climax. It took only a few more seconds, a few more strikes of her fingers, and another lewd suck of her clit to bring Alicent over the edge.
The redhead bent in half, rushing forward as both hands waved into Rhaenyra’s hair and her legs grasped onto Rhaenyra’s face for dear life. The blonde’s mouth slowed as Alicent rode out the golden waves of her climax. The whole of Alicent’s form seemed to buckle and heave, shivering like a leaf caught in a storm.
Neither was sure how long it seemed to last, but by the time Alicent finally went lax and dropped back against the cool tile of the wall, Rhaenyra’s face and chest were thoroughly drenched with Alicent’s cum, and Alicent was speechless .
The blonde was slow to pull back, gently kissing that little clit before slowly pulling her fingers out. Still dressed in her fine shirt, tie, and suspenders, that grin looked sinful as Rhaenyra wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “Mine room or yours?”
At the mere thought of seconds , Alicent seemed to come back to life suddenly, “Mine. It’s in this tower.”
Alicent woke slowly to the world. With her lower half weaved through the mess of sheets and blankets of the sizeable queen-sized bed, the sound of nature came from the open sliding door to her patio. It took a grand total of three seconds for the events of the night and morning, previously to come back to her.
A fantastic soreness seemed entrenched into Alicent’s limbs as she stretched like a cat underneath the covers. Her arms reached out around the bed around her, “ Nyra…?”
Alicent’s eyes opened quickly when she didn’t feel the blonde sleeping beside her. The redhead's eyes found the outline of where the woman had slept, but as she scanned the room, no towering blonde was waiting for her.
A mixture of shame came quickly to Alicent’s chest, of course Rhaenyra would leave after taking what she…
What else Alicent was going to think stopped quickly when she heard the toilet flushing in the room, followed by the door opening. Alicent could only stare on, much like a deer caught in headlights, at the sight of Rhaenyra strolling out of the bathroom dressed only in a fluffy white bathrobe.
The robe was left open, showing Rhaenyra’s divine build. Those six tightly packed abs, every harsh and demanding line of muscle, the popping ‘v’ her lower stomach made upwards to where her broad shoulders poked out, and those thick biceps looked too big for the small robe.
Silver-gold hair was a mess but at the sight of Alicent awake, a rather shy-looking grin came to Rhaenyra’s mouth, “Hi. Sorry if I woke you up.”
In amazement, Rhaenyra came over to Alicent’s side of the bed. The redhead blinked several times, eyes glued to the sight of Rhaenyra’s bronzed abs, “I…I…Hello.”
“Hi,” Rhaenyra said again. She stopped above Alicent and placed her hands on her hips, “Sorry, am I distracting you?”
Alicent licked her lips as those amber eyes looked up at Rhaenyra from underneath her eyelashes, “I thought you had left.”
“Why would I do that?” Rhaenyra asked with a raised brow. As she caught Alicent’s stare, she shrugged off the robe, allowing Alicent to look at the whole of her broad and hefty build.
“I have no idea…” Alicent’s brain seemed to slow at the sight of Rhaenyra fully naked before her, looking like some marble statue of a Valyrian goddess, “But I think we should do breakfast in bed.”
“I had the same thought ,” Rhaenyra said simply before gently pushing Alicent back onto the bed.