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Steadfast
The word echoed in Rhaenyra's mind as she overlooked the ocean from her balcony. Mysaria's words. The feel of her embrace. The kiss. The queen replayed the moment over and over again, wishing she could relive it. She knew it was wrong, and yet, it was the only moment that brought her any semblance of peace or happiness as of late. She only wished they had not been interrupted, so that they could have gone further.
Rhaenyra had mulled over the thought of summoning the Lady Mysaria to her chambers for nights now. And why shouldn't she? Daemon was gone. The war was only just beginning. Tomorrow was not promised. And oh, how Rhaenyra ached for some sort of comfort. To be held and touched and feel something other than the grief and fear that had settled so deep into her bones that she could scarcely breathe some days. The queen tried to catch Mysaria's eyes, to see if there was reciprocation, but the Lady provided her council at a respectful distance and did not linger, as if she too were waiting for a sign from the queen. Both of them at an impasse.
I must be the first to act Rhaenyra though to herself. To signal that there was interest. Decided, Rhaenyra scanned the horizon a final time before turning away and returning to her chambers. She sent word with Elinda to summon the Lady Mysaria after supper, knowing she needed to act before the lost the nerve again.
Hours later once the queen had finished dining, she was seated in her chambers nursing a goblet of wine, waiting for the knock. When it sounded and her guards announced the Lady Mysaria, she jumped to her feet and nodded, "thank you, that will be all," she said, forcing the wavering out of her voice. The guard stepped back out into the hallway and the large door closed with a resounding thud, leaving Lady Mysaria standing in the entrance. "My Queen," she greeted with a small bow of her head.
"Lady Mysaria," Rhaenyra replied with a nod in return, her grip tightening on the goblet. Why was she suddenly so nervous? As if she hadn't conversed with this woman a dozen times before. "You called for me?" Mysaria asked, still not moving from where she stood. Rhaenyra nodded, "I did," she confirmed, taking a step closer. "In truth, I have wanted to many times and each time I found myself losing the nerve..." she trailed off, glancing towards the woman to see her reaction. Mysaria's brows furrowed slightly in thought but she did not speak. "I am afraid I have not been able to stop replaying...our interactions..." Rhaenyra chewed at her bottom lip, looking down into her cup in search of some sort of courage. She wished Mysaria would say something.
"Nor have I, your Grace," Mysaria said softly after a moment, clenching her hands in front of her.
"I feel I am in a precarious position, Lady Mysaria," Rhaenyra finally continued as she began to pace in front of the fireplace, "I crave that moment we shared, and I do not know if you feel the same. Yet when I think to ask you, I worry you will only reply with what you think I want to hear because of my position."
The breath hitched in Mysaria's throat as she regarded the Queen, wondering if she was somehow dreaming this.
"I can assure you, My Queen, that the feeling has been mutual... and not simply because of who you are," Mysaria replied.
Rhaenyra paused her movements, looking over at Mysaria with hopeful eyes. She felt as if they were in some sort of a dance, tiptoeing around what they both wanted to say.
"I would not wish to force you," the Queen said softly.
Mysaria took a hesitant step forward, meeting Rhaenyra's gaze as she did. When the Queen still did not move, she took several more steps before coming to a stop a few feet away. "You would not be," she assured in a whisper.
Rhaenyra glanced down at the space between them for a moment, her chest tight. All she need do is reach out for Mysaria, pull her close, and act. Why did it feel so difficult to seize what she wanted? What she needed? She felt paralyzed suddenly. Mysaria studied the Queen's face, watching the turmoil across her features. Daringly, she took another step forward until she was in the Queen's space. Rhaenyra slowly lifted her gaze, meeting Mysaria's dark eyes with a gaze full of longing and hesitation. Mysaria reached out, sliding an arm around the Queen's waist and ever so gently pulling her closer.
As if the spell had broken, Rhaenyra let out a shuddering breath and leaned in, closing her eyes as her cheek found the smooth fabric on Mysaria's shoulder. Her arms wrapped around the other woman slowly, holding onto her as she took in a shaking breath. Mysaria's other arm circled around the queen, her hand coming up to rest on the back of her head, cradling it there for a moment. She, too, shut her eyes and savored the feeling of the embrace. The places Rhaenyra's body pressed against hers. The feel of Rhaenyra's arms around her. The soft tickle of the Queen's breath on her neck. Her body slowly relaxed into the embrace, reveling in it. Rhaenyra felt greedy, the way she drunk it in. The way she inhaled deep the unique smell that was Mysaria. The way she pressed closer to her body, finding comfort and steadiness in this world of madness.
"Tell me what you want," Mysaria whispered into the Queen's hair. Rhaenyra shivered, fingers digging into Mysaria's back at the question.
Slowly she pulled away, just enough to be able to peer at the woman. "I want you," she whispered back.
That was all Mysaria needed to hear. Her lips crashed into the Queen's as her hand simultaneously slid down to cup her cheer. Her heart thudded in her chest as she felt the Queen's lips part in acceptance. Rhaenyra melted into the kiss, allowing Mysaria to take the lead as she clung to the other woman. And take the lead, Mysaria did. Her lips moved over Rhaenyra's, nipping and sucking gently before trailing down to her neck to suck in earnest. Rhaenyra gasped softly as she tilted her head, exposing more of her neck for easy access. Her heart was racing, head spinning as she felt Mysaria's soft lips explore her pale skin. She needed more. She needed everything. Suddenly nothing mattered but this, right here.
Fumbling, Rhaenyra reached for the tie of her own robe, trying to untie it without breaking away from Mysaria. The dark haired woman took note of the movements and quickly brought her hands to the ties to assist. "Are you certain my Queen?" she asked breathlessly between kisses. Rhaenyra nodded and shrugged free of her robe as the ties came undone. She was naked beneath it and suddenly exposed. Mysaria took a step back, eyes hungrily drinking in the Queen's body. The curves and dips. The blush on her cheeks. The peaks of her nipples. Wordlessly Mysaria reached for her own ties, freeing herself of her robe and letting it drop to the floor in response.
"Goddess," Rhaenyra breathed, her eyes widening as she gazed at Mysaria's body. Thin and lithe, with scars peppering her tanned skin. It was beautiful. Rhaenyra felt a gush of arousal between her thighs in response and had to bite back a whine. "Touch me, please. I am not... I am not experienced in this." she admit with a blush.
Mysaria was happy to oblige, closing the distance once more and letting her hands roam the Queen's body shamelessly. She cupped her breasts, caressing them gently and rubbing a thumb over each nipple. Her lips returned to Rhaenyra's as she slowly began backing the Queen towards her bed. Rhaenyra obeyed, taking unsteady steps backward as she gripped Mysaria's shoulders, allowing the other woman to take the lead. She was desperate for her touch and an ache formed inside of her, ready to be filled.
When they reached the bed Mysaria urged the Queen onto it. "On your knees, my Queen. Face the headboard," she purred, breath hot against Rhaenyra's ear. The Queen obeyed quickly, crawling up the bed and rising up onto her knees. She mourned the loss of Mysaria's touch almost instantly but was quickly rewarded with the feel of the woman's body pressing against her from behind. Mysaria's arms circled the Queen from behind, one hand going to her breasts and the other slowly trailing down her stomach. "Seven hells," Rhaenyra breathed, reaching up to grip the headboard as she pressed back into Mysaria's body. Every sense was on fire. Every nerve acutely aware of where she was being touched.
"You are beautiful, My Queen," Mysaria whispered against her ear as her fingers slid down into her wetness. Rhaenyra moaned softly, her back arching at the contact. "I have dreamed of touching you this way, of bringing you pleasure," Mysaria continued, her thumb and forefinger rolling a nipple with just enough pressure to send a ripple of pleasure through Rhaenyra's body. The Queen couldn't formulate a response, the words lost in a haze of pleasure as she felt Mysaria's fingers slowly start to circle her clit. Her body felt as if it were on fire and she shamelessly rocked her hips, asking for more.
Mysaria once more began sucking at the Queen's neck as her fingers slid through the wet folds. She could feel the desperation in the Queen. The need to be touched. The need to release. Maybe, if she were lucky to get to do this a second time, they could take their time exploring one another. But for now she knew what Rhaenyra needed and she was all too happy to give it to her. She pressed herself against the curve of Rhaenyra's ass, the pressure satiating her own needs as she cupped the Queen's sex and slid two fingers inside.
Rhaenyra cried out, low and guttural as she felt Mysaria's fingers enter her. Her body immediately clenched around them and she pressed into the woman's palm and rocked. "So wet for me, My Queen," Mysaria groaned, sliding her fingers in and out of the Queen as she kept pressure on her bud of pleasure with her palm. Rhaenyra was breathless, her head thrown back and resting against Mysaria who was pressed tightly against her. "I am close," she admit, her body shuddering. She had barely lasted a moment with Mysaria's touch before succumbing to her pleasure. When she returned to her senses she may feel embarrassment for that fact but for now she was desperate.
"Do not hold back, My Queen," Mysaria urged, pinching the other nipple then rubbing her thumb over it, "let me pleasure you. Let me give you what you crave."
Rhaenyra moaned again, a hand coming down to grip Mysaria's arm, trapping it in place as she rode it shamelessly. Mysaria slipped a third finger in, stretching the Queen ever so slightly before quickening her movements. That was all it took to send Rhaenyra over the edge and into the abyss of her pleasure. The Queen's body tensed, her walls fluttering and clenching as release barreled through her body. A choked moan escaped her lips before the rest of the sounds died on her lips, mouth open slightly as she shuddered. Mysaria continued her movements, slowly them with expert precision to bring the Queen down from her high. Rhaenyra twitched at the contact, feeling the aftershocks of release as the tension slowly left her body and she went limp against the headboard.
With a soft hum, Mysaria gave one last slow thrust of her fingers before pulling them out completely and bringing them to her lips to suck them clean. She leaned back, resting on her knees and giving the Queen space to turn around. Slowly, Rhaenyra did so before settling down onto the bed and regarding Mysaria with wide eyes. "That was..." she trailed off, at a loss for words. Her body still vibrated from the pleasure. She wanted more. She wanted a turn at Mysaria. She wanted them both to find release together.
Mysaria gave the Queen a knowing smile, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the Queen's reaction. "Incredible," she supplied, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to Rhaenyra's lips.