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Alicent was completely, utterly, out of her element. She knocked on the heavy metal neon lit door in front of her once. An eye slot slid open to reveal a pair of eyes, they saw her standing there, head wrapped in a scarf to hide her hair and large sunglasses on despite it being well into the night. The streets around her were bustling with working girls and delinquents of varying ages, which wasn't unusual for downtown LA. Alicent was knocking on the door of a whorehouse after all. The man behind the door looked her over before he grunted and slid it closed. Several locks sounded and then the metal door swung open. He motioned with his head for her to come in.
Alicent moved past him and walked down a long hallway, also neon lit. The building wasn't exactly run down, but it wasn't nice either. It wasn't long before she came upon a desk, the man working it was smoking something foul. There was a small TV on the desk as well as a phone. He was obviously annoyed when Alicent interrupted him. “I'm looking for Daemon?” She told him.
He dug his finger into his ear as he replied without looking away from the T.V. “Yeah and who're you?”
Despite the layers she was wearing, Alicent could feel the grime of the building clinging to her. She made a mental note to burn her trench coat later. “I'm Sarah. Daemon is supposed to be arranging something for me.” She said. She couldn't risk her real identity coming out, so she gave a fake name when she arranged this.
He gave her a once over and sighed with annoyance before picking up the phone on the desk. “Someone here for you,” he said into it, a few beats later, “Sarah. Said you told her to come by.” He nodded, then hung up the phone and went back to watching whatever movie he had been before, ignoring her entirely. Alicent was about to say something when a door close to the desk opened and out stepped a tall man with short hair. It was white, contrasting his black shirt and pants, despite him not being much older than her. He was attractive enough, in a sleazy kind of way.
“Ah Sarah, glad you made it.” He said, reaching his hand out. She took it, shaking it once before dropping it.
“You're Daemon?” She asked. She'd only spoken to him over the phone until now.
“I am, welcome to my establishment.” He said with a sleazy smile, his gold tooth sticking out like a sore thumb. “I hope Cristion wasn't too rude to you, he's our security.” He said, patting the seated man on the shoulder. He didn't look like he'd be able to protect anyone from anything, but she didn't care about either of them.
“Do you have what I came for?” She asked, lacking patience for them.
“Ah, a woman that likes to get down to business. I like that.” He said with a wink that made Alicent's skin crawl. “I do, she's asleep in her room. Follow me, I'll take you there now.”
Alicent nodded and let him lead her through the building. It was dimly lit, women littered the spray painted halls, hoping to entice customers to come into their rooms. She saw a few succeed in their efforts. Daemon spoke to a few of them, flirting with them, promising to come back and see them later. A few of them even flirted with her as well, and even though she knew they were only doing so for money, it didn't stop the blush from creeping up her cheeks. She hoped the dim neon lighting hid it well enough. They eventually stepped into an elevator together. “The girl consented to my request, right?” She asked him as he pressed the button to the third floor.
He gave her a nod, “when I told the girls how much you were offering half of them jumped at the gun to do it before I told them what you wanted. She consented.”
“But you did tell her what I wanted, right?” She asked to clarify.
Daemon looked at her with amusement. “Yes, I told her. She took the pill herself.” He assured her.
“Did she have anything she wanted me not to do? Any limits?” Alicent asked as the elevator opened with a ding.
Daemon laughed as he stepped out of the elevator. He had to speak a little louder to be heard over the rock music blasting from one of the rooms. “Limits? She's a whore and you paid. Do what you want.”
Alicent didn't respond to that, she doubted she could without showing her contempt for him. A whore or not, she was still a person. He reminded her of her father, a man who saw women as a means to further themselves. Only he ran a whorehouse, and her father ran a church. She followed him as he strutted through the halls like a prized rooster in a hen house. “You know,” he started again, to Alicent's dismay, “I've never had a request like this before. Why'd you want her to be asleep?” He asked.
“Isn't the point of this place that you don't ask me any questions?” She countered.
He raised his arms in defeat and leaned against a doorframe. “Alright alright, fair enough, just curious. You keep paying as much as you did, you can do whatever you want.” He reached into his pocket and produced a key. “Here you go, she's inside. Have fun.” He said with another wink. Alicent nodded in thanks and took the key. She watched him disappear down the hallway.
She tried to prepare herself for what he was about to see when she opened the door. Nervous didn't even begin to cover the extent of her anxiety. For decades she'd fantasized about being able to do what she was about to do now.
She did finally brace herself before unlocking the door and entering. The girl who lived in this room was obviously a punk, Alicent thought, as she closed the door behind her and relocked it, thankful the door muffled the loud music of the hallway. She looked around while she took off her sunglasses and scarf, letting her auburn hair fall free. The walls were lined with posters and torn paper, there was a guitar on a stand, with another laid beside it, although the neck was broken. Beside it was a record player and a speaker. Everything was either black or covered with metal. A leather jacket was on a chair beside the bed, which had black sheets and blankets.
That's when Alicent saw her, laying on her back. First it was her white hair, cut short, contrasting with the black pillow case, the rest of her body from the neck down covered with a blanket. She shirked off her coat as she walked closer to get a better look at her. She unceremoniously tossed her effects on the same chair the jacket was on. When Alicent finally saw her face, her first thought was how peaceful she looked in her sleep. Her features were beautiful, like she hadn't a care in the world. When the arrangement was made, Daemon promised to give the girl enough drugs to knock her out for the night.
Alicent reached out and touched the girl's face gently, seeing if she would react, which she didn't. Her breathing was deep and steady as well. It seemed Daemon had held up his end of the bargain. Now that she was sure she was asleep, Alicent took time to really assess her features, she had pink soft lips, which were slightly agape. She was young, couldn't be older than nineteen, which made her nearly twenty years Alicent's junior, younger than her eldest daughter.
She wondered what this girl might look like when she was awake and full of energy. How her eager voice might sound, how vigorous she would be in bed and life. She could've had that, but something about this was easier. If the girl didn't remember any of this, maybe Alicent could pretend it never happened, that she never gave into sin and temptation like this. Without the girl's eyes on her, maybe she wouldn't think about the disappointed eyes of her father. She took great lengths to make sure this would be as anonymous as possible, which is another reason she asked for the girl to be asleep for their encounter. Her father and family would be ruined if the world found out about her carnal desires.
Admittedly, Alicent was stalling a bit. She was already nervous, but seeing this girl in the flesh only dialed it up to eleven. But prolonging it wouldn't make it any easier. She gripped the blanket near her neckline and slowly pulled it down. Her skin was pale, almost as pale as her hair, she was slim, but her stomach was toned. Alicent's eyes lingered on her small, pert breasts and pale nipples, which began to harden when exposed to the cool air. She bit her lip when she pulled the blanket off her legs, exposing her fully.
Alicent delicately ran a finger along her chin, slowly going to her chest. “You're so beautiful.” Alicent told her as she felt her soft skin. “I'm getting married in a few days. He's a good man, I think. But I don't love him.” She knew the girl couldn't hear her, but maybe that's why she could speak about it so openly. “My father set it up, and I seem to be incapable of telling him no.” She said as she trailed her fingers lower down the girl's body. She had a toned abdomen that Alicent splayed all her fingers on. Her skin was so, so soft, aside from a few scars here and there. Alicent wondered what happened, what she'd gotten into.
“I just wanted one chance to experience this before I married another man.” She explained as she moved her hand back up to cup her pert breast gently. She squeezed it, loving the way it felt under her fingers. She started to feel hot under the layers she opted to wear, and if she was honest, she wanted to feel this girl with more than just her hands. So she reluctantly moved her hand to stand and disrobe. She stripped down until she stood before the bed, fully nude. She couldn't help but make comparisons between their bodies, Alicent was in good enough shape, but her breasts had started to sag, her belly was bigger from carrying multiple children, along with her wide hips, both covered in their fair share of stretch marks. She was a woman grown, she was jealous of the woman laying in the bed. She still had her youth, her beauty.
She tried not to linger on the depressing thoughts though, instead she climbed back into the bed. She'd never have her youth back, but tonight she'd try to recapture it, or at the very least make up for lost time, if only for one night. She thought about what she wanted to do first, eventually she settled on straddling the girl's legs, just above the knee. She trailed her eyes down her body, starting at her face and ending on her wispy white pubic hair. She wanted desperately to run her fingers through it before spreading her apart to see everything, but she had time to spare, she would be patient.
Instead, she splayed her hands on the girl's abdomen again, pressing into her skin. She slowly moved her hands up along her body, taking her time to feel every inch of her stomach until she got to her breasts. She cupped them in both hands, squeezing and kneading the flesh. She let out a shaky breath as she groped her, feeling a pulse beat harder between her legs at the sight and feel of her. She kept moving up, feeling her collar bone, then her neck. She turned the girl's head to the side gently, exposing her neck.
Alicent swallowed hard before leaning down to brush her lips against the smooth skin of her neck. It felt good, so she did it again, only this time she pushed a little more, kissed a little harder. Her hands wrapped around to cradle and lift her head as Alicent planted more kisses along her neck. Now that she'd started, she couldn't stop. She moved lower, placing more kisses along her collarbone, the tops of her breasts. She could feel her steady breathing as she moved her lips lower. She hummed in satisfaction as she sucked one of the girl's pebbled nipples into her mouth, rolling it between her tongue and teeth. She looked up at the girl, wishing she could see her face changing with pleasure, even though she knew she wouldn't.
She continued licking and sucking on her nipples as she moved off her lap to sit beside her, allowing her hands to explore her body. She trailed one lower, past her abdomen until she reached her thigh. She squeezed roughly, pulling her thighs apart, spreading her legs just enough for Alicent to find what she was really after. Slowly, gently, she ran a finger along the sleeping girl's slit. She was warmer there than anywhere else, and to Alicent's surprise, she was wet. Not like she would be if she was awake and participating, but enough that when Alicent pushed a finger past her labia, she felt no resistance.
Her fingers began exploring, mapping out the anatomy below them delicately. She'd never touched another woman like this, so it was new to her. She moved down to feel her entrance, circling the ring of muscles and running her finger over it, but not pushing inside, even though she wanted to. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to even with how wet she surprisingly was, she didn't want to risk tearing anything or hurting her. That wasn't why she was here.
After a moment she sat up and retracted her hand before sucking the shiny digit into her mouth, licking it clean. It was a taste, but she wanted more. So she spread the girl's legs wider apart before placing herself between them. Her breath hitched at the sight before her. This girl was beautiful already, but seeing her spread, was absolutely breathtaking. Alicent moved in, spreading her cunt apart with her thumbs and staring at her like a prize. The pulse between her own legs had grown into a blaze of lust and desire. Unable to wait any longer, she leaned down to lick and taste to her heart's content.
She was delicate at first, treating the sleeping girl like she might break if she was too rough or too eager. She traced her tongue around her clit and then back down to her entrance, relishing in the taste and smell. She wasn't sure if it was from her efforts, or something else entirely, but the girl let out the smallest noise as Alicent sucked her on clit with hunger. Imagined or not, it spurred her on all the same. She laid down on her belly and propped the girl's thighs on her shoulders before doubling her efforts with her tongue. She noted now her deep breathing seemed to quicken in time with Alicent's efforts, like she was having some kind of involuntary reaction to the stimulation. Alicent wondered if she was dreaming about this very scenario.
If she closed her eyes, she could imagine how different this might be, how she'd have hands pulling at her hair and a girl coming on her tongue. What this girl might sound like as Alicent mercilessly devoured her. Another day, in another life she might experience that. But for now her imagination would make due. She kept her efforts up until her jaw started to hurt, from the effort, and even then she wanted to continue. She wanted to taste every inch on her, to commit it to memory so she could replay it over and over again. She dug her hands into the soft flesh of her thighs so hard it might bruise. Part of her hoped it might, hoped that after she was gone and miserable there was something here, some physical reminder of one of the few precious times she allowed herself to succumb to sin and desire.
When her jaw finally hurt too much to continue, she pulled away. She licked her lips, not wanting anything to go to waste. Her own lust had skyrocketed past anything she'd ever experienced. She debated for a moment on how to alleviate herself. She'd masturbated before, but she wanted to involve the girl somehow. Several ideas flashed through her mind, but the most practical option won out.
She unceremoniously threw one leg over the sleeping girl's thigh and lowered her aching cunt onto it, gasping when skin met skin. She took a moment to adjust and find an angle that worked well. When she found it, she started slowly, steadily grinding her cunt onto the girl's toned thigh. With each thrust she increased her rhythm and speed, letting out breathy moans of pleasure. She stared down at the girl's body, committing more details to memory.
She had to reach down and grab the girl's thigh as her arousal made it hard to keep her place. As her orgasm grew closer she dug her nails into her skin, not deep enough to draw blood but she knew there could be marks. But right now she didn't have it in her to think about after, she could only think about now. Her hips started to quiver, her rhythm faltering as her orgasm grew closer. She wished they could come together, both throwing their heads back in ecstasy, filling their air with their sounds and scent. It's all she could think about as her orgasm tore through her. She gushed on the girl's thigh, her grinding getting sloppier and slower as she savored each pass.
After Alicent cleaned herself from the girl's thigh and herself, she decided to savor the small amount of time she had left to spend with her. She climbed into the bed and pulled the girls back to her front. She laid high enough on her pillow to burry her face in her white hair. Her hand reached around her abdomen to keep her close. She just wanted to feel the closeness of another woman aside from the sex. And as much as she tried to keep them in, tears fell from her eyes. She wasn't sure why she was crying, maybe it was the fact that she committed a sin, maybe it was because she never could again. Maybe it was because she'd never felt more close to someone in her entire life than she did right now, and the girl couldn't even speak or think, but she was a girl, and that was enough.
Rhaenyra had never felt more rested. Her eyelids were still heavy when she first opened them. She sat up on her elbows to look around her room, not really sure what to expect. It was empty aside from her though. She removed the blanket to take a quick assessment of herself. Admittedly she had been a little anxious about the request. A rich person wanting to spend time with her unconscious body? But, the offer was for more than she made in months, so she had to take it. It should make her more comfortable that her uncle was the one that brokered it, but she was sure he'd let anyone do whatever they wanted to her if they paid him enough.
She found no marks aside from a few light bruises on her inner thighs, no soreness, no strange fluids. So, a better night than she was used to, she guessed. She wondered if anyone even came, but as she took another look around the room, she saw a pink envelope on the dresser. She quickly jumped up to grab it. “Thank you.” Was written on the front in beautiful cursive. She didn't know what to expect when she opened it, but she nearly cried when she saw the amount of money inside.