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Neither of them had felt such intimacy in a kiss before. Mysaria wasn’t sure she felt genuine attraction and intimacy with anyone, and Rhaenyra hadn’t felt anything to this degree with Harwin, Criston, or even Daemon. Her rage towards Daemon for leaving her lonely and feeling subhuman had ignited more passion for Mysaria, and it was felt strongly between the two of them. The sexual tension between them was finally being answered for, and Rhaenyra had never wanted anyone more than in that moment. Being walked in on and forcing herself to break away from Mysaria’s lips had her heart pounding and her head spinning. “I’ll send for you tonight,” she said before abruptly leaving.
Neither of them could stop thinking about each other the entire time they were apart. Though they both had more pressing matters, Rhaenyra couldn’t wait to finish what they started. She made herself anxious about it as she continued to think. There were intense feelings behind her desire, but could Mysaria say the same? She questioned the other woman’s history. Was it part of a bigger plot? Was she relying on old habits to give herself an edge? Why did she initiate it? Will she meet her later? She had questions that lingered in the back of her mind, and sooner or later they’d be answered.
It was late into the night, and Mysaria was awake milling around her own chambers wondering if Rhaenyra ever was going to summon her back. She couldn’t get the sounds of her soft moans and heavy breathing off her mind. She wanted so much more from her, and it was physically hurting her to be out of reach. She needed her and the feeling of genuine recognition as a woman she gave her. It was the first time someone treated her as more than a whore with secrets and services for a price, and she wanted to retain that as long as possible. The more she thought about it the more anxious she made herself. What does she really think of me? Will she pretend it never happened? Why is she- her thoughts were cut off by a member of the Queensguard knocking on her door. “Her Grace has requested you in her chambers,” he said in her doorway. Mysaria hid her smile as she was escorted through the halls.
The door to Rhaenyra’s chambers was opened. “The Lady Mysaria, Your Grace,” the guard announced.
“Thank you, Ser Lorent, leave us,” she said, standing by the door looking down and fidgeting with her hands. She was almost embarrassed to have made her wait this long and have her awake through the night, but more relieved Mysaria agreed to see her. Rhaenyra didn’t know what to do or say, she hadn’t thought this far ahead and she didn’t know how to explain her feelings, so she kept staring at her hands as she nervously choked on her words. “Did you feel it? Wh-when you kissed me. Did you feel it as I did?” she asked, refusing to make eye contact.
Mysaria moved closer and placed her hands on Rhaenyra’s, urging her to stop picking at her cuticles. She smirked as the other woman moved her hands apart and kissed her right palm and placed it on her cheek before using her other hand to lift her head to force her to look in her eyes. Mysaria’s eyes were soft and glazed over with tears. Seeing her like this made a single tear roll down Rhaenyra’s cheek, prompting Mysaria to wipe it away before her own. Nobody spoke before they kissed again. They lingered on each other’s lips in a way that apologized for the unspoken anxieties they’d had for each other all day.
“I want you,” Rhaenyra finally said as she broke away from another kiss. Mysaria hastily took her hands off her and started untying her dress. “Stop." She didn’t want her to feel like she was in a brothel or doing this for anything other than their mutual desire. “Let me,” she said, moving behind Mysaria. Her long hair was down, and Rhaenyra pushed it aside over her shoulder and kissed the back of her neck while she untied her gown. Rhaenyra dropped to her knees as the dress fell to her feet, tracing her fingers on the inside of her leg as she kissed the side of her thigh. It turned her on so much when she looked down and made eye contact with the queen kneeling at her side and worshiping her. She felt sexual control over her body for the first time, and her needs deepened.
“Come here,” prompted Mysaria. Rhaenyra complied and stood up, still admiring her body. She tried to kiss her again, but Mysaria pulled away and ordered her to turn around. “I want to feel all of you,” she whispered into Rhaenyra’s ear as she disrobed her.
They both stepped away from the dresses left on the floor and Mysaria pulled her body to hers by her waist from behind as Rhaenyra put her head against her shoulder and moaned quietly while the other woman grabbed her breast and kissed her neck. Her other hand was trailing down and reached her mound before Rhaenyra grabbed it and stopped her. She turned around and put her forehead against the other woman’s before saying, “I want to please you first.”
Mysaria wasn’t used to being put first, but still agreed and kissed Rhaenyra as she was led to bed. Rhaenyra positioned herself on top of her, placing her knee between her thighs while she pushed her bottom lip with her tongue, asking for entry. Mysaria moaned as she ground on the queen’s leg, and her open mouth was interpreted as an invitation for their tongues to meet. She wrapped one of her legs around Rhaenyra as their bodies were pushed closer together. Rhaenyra grabbed her face and gently tilted her head to the side to expose her neck. “Can I mark you?” she questioned longing to make her feel like she belonged to her.
“Please. I’m yours, Rhaen-” she stopped and corrected herself, “My queen.”
“Speak,” Rhaenyra said, hovering over her with her thumb on her bottom lip, “Speak my name.”
“Rhaenyra,” she said breathily before taking her thumb in her mouth.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” she said before leaving a trail of marks on Mysaria’s neck and chest. She’d never been with someone that made her feel like her comfort and consent mattered, and it turned her on even more to know she was listening to her and allowing her to be vulnerable.
Rhaenyra moved down her body and kissed her hips and her thighs. She moved her head down and picked up her legs to put them over her shoulders. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, licking the inside of her thigh. “I only want you.”
“Take me, Your Grace,” she replied. She was wet and tense from the foreplay and talking. Her body was begging for Rhaenyra to do more, and she let out a loud moan when she swiped her tongue over her clit. She held her by the hips as she used her mouth and tongue to apply more pressure and make circles on her clit for the following minutes. Mysaria was close, and she hastily grabbed one of her queen’s hands and placed it atop her breast and held it as she squeezed and toyed with her hard and sensitive nipples while her other gripped the bed sheets. Her breath quickened, her upper body bucked upward, and her legs tightened around Rhaenyra’s head when she came in her mouth. She wanted to continue on, but Mysaria breathlessly asked her to stop and she complied.
“Come to me,” Mysaria requested. Rhaenyra kissed her way back up her sweaty body before shoving her tongue back into her mouth and kissing her more before Mysaria made her next move. She took Rhaenyra’s hand and placed it back down to her entrance before sliding her own down her body and gently inserting two fingers into her and using her thumb to rub against her clit as she thrusted. Rhaenyra did the same in return, curling her fingers upward into the spongy part of her insides that made them both moan into one another’s mouths. Rhaenyra almost came just from pleasuring Mysaria, but feeling her in her was enough to send her over the edge.
Mysaria could feel the other woman tightening around her fingers and she slowed herself before saying, “Not yet. Wait for me.” Rhaenyra whimpered and groaned. It took all the self control in the world not to ride her fingers and make herself cum, but she wanted to share it with her lover. Her pace quickened and Mysaria moaned as she finally continued fucking Rhaenyra and pulled her back down to her face to kiss her. “Fuck!” Rhaenyra cried out as she came and buried her face in her neck. Her body collapsed on top of her as she came a second time. They both quivered as they slid their fingers out of each other. Out of breath and covered in sweat, Rhaenyra rolled over onto her side and rested her head on the other woman’s chest as they held one another.
Neither of them had ever felt more gratified. They found a sense of trust between them they’d never shared with another, and it made everything more intimate. Their experience together went beyond the boundaries of lust and desire. Recognition, equality, and empathy all played much larger roles in their bonding. “Must I leave?” Mysaria asked.
Rhaenyra lifted her head and looked at her with an expression of deep yearning before responding, “I wish for you to stay, but I will not hold you if you don’t.” She didn’t care what it looked like to have another woman in her chambers overnight, and much to her relief, neither did Mysaria. They stayed together. Holding each other, talking, laughing, and crying until the sun rose in the morning. She finally didn’t feel alone, and her fears had fallen away.