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Alicent stopped counting the days somewhere around her second week in Bitterbridge.
A moon is nothing, Alicent had said to Rhaenyra, brushing a kiss to her brow before riding south-west to meet up with Ormund's bannermen. Nothing at all. Alicent had offered Rhaenyra a soft smile, even as her chest tightened as she looked back at the sight of Rhaenyra standing alone in the open courtyard with a sleepy Visenya in her arms.
A moon turns out to be an eternity.
Alicent feels hollow without Rhaenyra—like a part of her is missing. Their separation presses on Alicent in a way that she hadn't anticipated. She was prepared to go back to the loneliness that she had experienced in the years before they met, but she wasn't expecting to feel a deep seated ache that sat low in her belly, and became ever harder to ignore.
She misses her wife's hands, her voice, her scent.
By the time she arrives back at the River Gate, Alicent is a mess. Her sleep had been poor the night before and her temper had only worsened throughout the day, much to the dismay of her men. She spent the entire night clutching one of Rhaenyra's worn shifts up to her nose, but it was useless—Rhaenyra's scent had faded within a week of her leaving.
Alicent nods politely at the City Watch officers as she passes through the gate and begins to make her way through the winding streets. Other than the usual drunks and whores, the city is asleep. It's almost peaceful, if one can ignore the drunken shouts and the smell of stale piss that wafts through the air.
"Looking for company tonight, ser?" A high pitched voice calls from an open doorway. "We can show you a good time—you look like you need it."
Alicent pulls tight at the reins of her horse and he comes to an abrupt stop a few paces from the brothel. Her nose scrunches up in disgust as she catches the pungent smell of alpha mixed with overripe perfume that spills out from the cracked open door. It's simply disgusting. She will never understand how the lower classes can live in their own filth like this.
Alicent looks at the source of the voice—a scantily clad woman wearing nothing but a stained shift—and points at herself. "Are you addressing me?"
The woman's lip quirks upwards, in what Alicent assumes is supposed to be a seductive smirk. "Of course, ser," she replies. "Why don't you come closer, so we can get a better look at that big sword you're carrying."
Alicent scoffs. "Don't you know who I am?"
The woman looks Alicent up and down, then turns to the man beside her, who shrugs in response to her raised eyebrows.
"A knight?" She asks, gesturing broadly to Alicent's armour.
Alicent would have assumed that even a common whore would recognise the watchtower that blazes across her breastplate, but apparently not.
"I am not just any knight, I am Ser Alicent of Oldtown," she says with her chin pointed up.
It's silent for a moment. "Should we know who you are?"
Alicent's jaw drops. She feels a quick and brutal anger rising up within her that she needs to quell before things get out of hand. If only Rhaenyra were here to give her a swift slap to the back of the head—that always managed to calm Alicent down.
She screws her eyes shut tight and takes a deep breath. When she opens them up again, the two omegas are staring at her like she's the odd one in this situation.
"I am married to your princess."
"Our princess?" The woman repeats, confused. "We don't have a princess here. Do we?"
Alicent worries that her brain might splatter all over the pavement with the frustration she feels.
"I meant Her Grace, Rhaenyra Targaryen, you utter fools."
"Hey!" The man protests, poking his head out from behind his friend. "There's no need to be rude."
Alicent grits her teeth. "Pardon me," she forces out. "I apologise."
"Besides," the woman says, "that doesn't mean anything to us. Do you think that you'd be the first royal, or whatever you're called, to grace our doorstep? "
"I know quite well that I'm not but I have some standards, unlike those other whores."
"My goodness," the man gasps, raising a hand to his mouth. "The prim and proper knight just swore! Someone call the gold cloaks, quick! This crime must be reported at once."
Alicent shakes her head and moves her horse along, not wanting to entertain any more stupidity.
"We'll miss you!" The man shouts. "Have fun bedding your wife!"
The tips of Alicent's ears heat up and she sets off on a quick trot to get away as quickly possible.
Alicent sighs to herself as she removes her armour piece by piece, shedding her second skin. It's a relief to finally be free of it after nearly an entire day of non-stop riding.
She wonders where her men are—if they stayed at the same inn for another night or travelled further along the Roseroad. Alicent isn't usually one for letting them do what they please, but they've earned it after the month they've had together. She considered staying with them and prolonging their victory celebrations for another day, until she came to the realisation that all she really wanted was to be back in her own bed with her wife, then wake up to her daughter pouncing on the two of them.
Just as Alient finishes hanging her helmet up on the armourstand, there's a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," she calls.
Criston slowly opens the door and steps inside. He offers a small smile and clasps his hands behind his back. "I'm just about to finish my shift, ser," he says. "Do you require anything before I leave the Tower?"
"I'm fine for the moment. Thank you, Criston," Alicent replies. She sits on the edge of her desk and crosses her arms over her chest, taking in his appearance. He looks wrecked, with bags under his eyes and gaunt cheeks. What has Rhaenyra been making him do these past few weeks? The man can hardly stand. "How does my daughter fair?"
He opens his mouth then closes it again, the words catching in his throat. Alicent can't remember a time when Criston has been afraid to speak his mind. "She is well, ser. I checked on her just a moment ago and she's fast asleep in her chambers."
"Good." She considers not mentioning anything, then thinks better of it. Alicent cannot have the man that guards her wife and child keeping something from her. "Is something the matter, Criston? You don't seem like yourself."
"It's nothing, ser," Criston says quickly. "Truly."
Alicent crosses her arms tighter and purses her lips. "Criston."
"I…" Criston rubs at the back of his neck and cautiously meets her gaze. "May I speak freely, ser?"
Alicent nods. "Of course. Say what you will."
"It's… it's your daughter," Criston says. "Her Grace has been busier than usual as of late with her duties as Hand and has taken to leaving the princess with me. I would never speak ill of Princess Visenya, ser, but she has run me ragged."
Alicent laughs so much that tears begin to fall from her eyes. She wipes at her cheeks and tries to settle her breathing, but loses her composure once she sees the look on Criston's face. A knight of the Kinsguard bested by a three year old girl. It wasn't something that you heard every day.
"It's not that funny, ser," Criston grumbles.
She lets out a large breath and puts a hand over her chest. "Forgive me. I lost myself for a moment."
"I'm glad that I can be of some amusement to you."
Alicent grabs her scabbard and heads for the door. "You've made my day, Criston, thank you. I haven't laughed like that in a very long time," she says, smiling. "You're excused for the night. I shall see you on the morrow."
He nods, cheeks pink. "Very well, ser. Goodnight."
She follows his retreating form and shuts the door to her solar behind her. All the reports, correspondence, and whatever else has built up on her desk over the past moon can wait until morning—Alicent has more important matters to attend to.
Alicent expects Rhaenyra to be asleep when she enters their chambers, but she knows at once that Rhaenyra is awake when she opens the door and isn't greeted with a loud snore. The room is bathed in the low light of a few sparse candles and the strong smell of Rhaenyra's scent. Now that Rhaenyra is close, her body finally relaxes and the tension leaks from her shoulders.
She slips her boots off near the door and makes her way over to their bed, where Rhaenyra has built a rather large nest of clothes and blankets. Alicent can make out some of her tunics and doublets mixed in with Visenya's night clothes. Her heart aches to think Rhaenyra needed all of this while she was gone.
As Alicent draws closer, she picks up on the breathy little sighs and whimpers that fall from Rhaenyra's lips. Is she—?
Alicent stops in place once she can fully see Rhaenyra's form buried within her nest. She's fully naked—cunt and tits bared to the world as she furiously rubs at her clit with one hand and stuffs her cunt with the other. She's so wet that Alicent can hear it, but what she's doing doesn't seem to be offering any relief, no matter how many fingers she uses or how much pressure she puts on her clit.
A few strands of Rhaenyra's hair stick to her forehead and Alicent watches as a bead of sweat runs down past the jut of her collarbone and in between her tits. Alicent doesn't want to think about how long her wife has been like this. She should've been here with her, giving Rhaenyra whatever she asked for.
Alicent wants to intervene, to get down on her knees and push Rhaenyra's hands away, but she looks so beautiful as she pleasures herself that it seems wrong to interrupt. So far, Rhaenyra has been using three fingers to fuck herself and Alicent knows exactly how stretched out her cunt is from it, can imagine how that wet heat would feel like wrapped around her cock instead. Alicent knows Rhaenyra's body just as well as she knows her own.
Her cock throbs in the confines of her breeches, begging for Alicent to do something. She slowly unties the laces and pushes both her breeches and smallclothes down along her thighs until her cock springs free. The cool air hits it at once and Alicent lets out a small and rather pathetic groan. It's been too long since she's been able to pay any real attention to her cock and it shows with how much fluid has already beaded at the tip.
Rhaenyra's eyes fly open at the sound and there's a very brief flash of horror across her face before she realises who it is standing before her. "Alicent? I thought—"
Alicent steps forward, bringing herself to the very edge of the bed. "I came home early," she says. "I had to see you."
Rhaenyra slows down the movements of her hands, keeping a steady gaze with Alicent as she continues to fuck herself. With the look in Rhaenyra's eyes, Alicent knows that this won't end well for her.
(The last time Rhaenyra looked at her like that, she climbed atop Alicent's lap while they were seated in a carriage on their way to the Grand Sept, and rode Alicent until they both climaxed. Neither one of them noticed that the carriage had stopped moving long before that.
Alicent found it hard to look Ser Harrold in the eyes for weeks afterwards.)
"Do you like what you see now?" Rhaenyra asks. She spreads her cunt apart and Alicent moans once she sees how swollen Rhaenyra's clit is. It's practically begging for Alicent's mouth.
Alicent nods her head like an obedient child. "Very much so."
"And do you want to touch me?"
"More than anything."
Rhaenyra's fingers finally slip out of her cunt and they're completely covered in her slick. Alicent expects Rhaenyra to hold them out to her as an offering but she does the opposite, instead grasping at her tits with both hands and plucking at her stiff nipples. Alicent's neglected cock twitches and throbs with each twist of Rhaenyra's fingers.
"I don't think you deserve it," Rhaenyra says with a thinly veiled smirk, "not after abandoning me so you could play swords with your cousin."
Alicent's knees hit the bed as she tries to get closer. She wouldn't dare try to crawl into Rhaenyra's nest, not while she's like this.
"Rhaenyra—"
"Did you enjoy yourself?" she continues on, ignoring the fact that Alicent has even spoken. "While you were away, I was left here alone with no one to serve me."
"Serve you?"
"That's what you're for, isn't it?" One of Rhaenyra's hands travels back down over the swell of her stomach and through the tangle of damp silver curls until it comes to a stop at her clit. She moves her fingers in slow circles and Alicent catches as more slick spills out of her cunt. "To serve me?"
"I do more than that," Alicent replies. It sounds weak even to her own ears.
"You don't." Rhaenyra looks at Alicent's cock as she says it, at the hard and heavy length of her. "You've given me a child, I could command you to fight entire kingdoms if I desired it, and you fuck me whenever I like. I would consider that serving, wouldn't you?"
Rhaenyra is right. As she always is. Alicent knows that she should be ashamed of this, like many others alpha would, but Alicent has never been able to find it in herself to care. She has spent her entire life in servitude to others—the Seven, her father, her uncle, the realm. What difference does it make if she now serves her wife?
"What would you have me do?" Alicent asks earnestly. She kneels at the foot of the bed and stays there, waiting for Rhaenyra’s command.
Rhaenyra grins, wide and unabashed. She sits up a bit and leans back onto the mountain of pillows behind her. "Take your tunic off."
Alicent does as she's told and just as she's about to make her way up the bed, Rhaenyra says, "Now your breeches."
She's still hard and her cock bobs as she shoves her breeches the rest of the way off and dumps them on the floor. If Rhaenyra had any kindness in her heart, she would let Alicent touch her like she aches to do.
"Anything else, Your Grace?" Alicent asks, smiling.
A shiver runs through Rhaenyra's body and she speeds up the pace of her fingers. "Your cock looks rather neglected, my love," she says. "I wonder if it deserves some attention."
"Please, Rhaenyra, I—" Alicent pleads, almost desperate. "It's been so long. I need you."
Rhaenyra hums. "You don't require my aid to receive pleasure, do you?"
"No," Alicent answers hesitantly, "but I would prefer it."
"You're not in a position to barter with me at present."
Alicent is at her wits end. She needs her wife. "Please, my love, forgive me. It was not my choice to leave—you must know that, surely."
Rhaenyra pauses for a moment and Alicent detects a slight change in her scent. A warmth is there that wasn't present when Alicent entered the room.
"Will you leave me again?" Rhaenyra asks.
Alicent will skin Hobert and Ormund alive if they ask her to depart from Rhaenyra's side.
"Never," Alicent answers. "I couldn't bear it."
The softness that she detected from Rhaenyra is gone in a flash. "Seven hells," she says. "Your desperation is pathetic."
"And what about yours?" Alicent retorts, daring to put her hand on Rhaenyra's ankle. She presses her thumb into the smooth skin just above Rhaenyra's anklebone and keeps it there when Rhaenyra doesn't protest. "You were touching yourself rather vigorously when I walked in."
"I wasn't desperate for anything while I was pleasuring myself—there's a difference."
"Really?" Alicent says, rubbing her thumb along Rhaenyra's ankle. Rhaenyra's eyes slip shut as her body revels in the touch of her mate and Alicent can't deny that she feels the same. A moon apart was too much for both of them. "You had three fingers buried in your cunt. That seems rather desperate to me."
Rhaenyra just smiles. "If I was desperate, I would have used four fingers."
"Such a brat," Alicent says, "always armed with an answer for everything."
"You love it."
"I don't, in truth. I didn't marry you for your wits—I married you for your giant tits."
"Alicent!" Rhaenyra gasps, pretending to be scandalised. "Were you hit over the head during one of the battles? This isn't like you."
Alicent shrugs her shoulders. "Mayhaps. Or it might be because I'm so hard that I can not think properly."
Rhaenyra's gaze drifts back down to her weeping cock. "My poor girl. My heart breaks to think of how neglected you must have been without me at your side."
"I thought of you all the time," Alicent says honestly. "But it was after a battle—when I was dripping in another man's blood, the stench of death in the air and my heart pounding out of my chest—that I craved you the most."
"I've heard other knights say that there's nothing like bedding an omega after a battle," Rhaenyra states.
"If only I could experience it for myself, but unfortunately, my wife is too spoiled."
Rhaenyra tuts at her mockingly. "Your right hand wasn't enough?"
"It indeed was a poor imitation of you, my love."
"A poor imitation of what?" Rhaenyra asks, eyes lit up with mischief.
"Of—of your—" Alicent stammers and looks down at her hand as it mindlessly traces shapes on Rhaenyra's ankles, unable to meet her eyes. "Of your cunt."
It's silent for a few moments until Rhaenyra says, "I want to see exactly how you'd touch yourself while you were thinking about me."
Alicent's head jerks back up. "Are you certain? I can use my mouth on you, if you would prefer—"
Rhaenyra puts one hand up to silence Alicent and continues to rub at her clit with the other. "Not this minute. I wish to see you stroke your cock."
"I—yes, Rhaenyra."
They have been married for over almost four years and Alicent can't remember doing anything of the sort with Rhaenyra before. It makes her feel vulnerable in a way that she can't explain. Rhaenyra has seen Alicent's cock hundreds of times in all manners of positions and situations, so she can't understand why this feels so different.
She spits into the palm of her right hand, grasps at her cock and quirks her eyebrows at Rhaenyra, who nods in response to the silent question. Alicent slowly begins to pump the length of her cock and drags her thumb over the wet slit to slicken herself up more. A low groan slips free from her throat and Rhaenyra responds with one of her own.
Just having Rhaenyra in her presence as she plays with her cock manages to soothe the dull ache that's been in her head for weeks. Alicent knows that Rhaenyra feels the same as her sweet scent fills the room, all traces of that earlier frustration and anxiety finally gone.
"You really do have a wonderful cock, my love," Rhaenyra says. "So large and such a pretty pink colour, too. It would look even better in my cunt, wouldn't you agree?"
Alicent nods her head in time with the quick pumps of her wrist. "Y-yes. It would."
"How badly do you want me?" Rhaenyra spreads her legs, showing off more of her slick hole to Alicent, and dips two fingers inside. "Would you kill for me?"
"I would do anything you ask of me," Alicent says. "Anything at all."
"Slit a man's throat?"
Alicent's eyes focus in on Rhaenyra's thighs as they tense and twitch with every deep pump of her fingers. She can't wait to get her hands on them, to press into the soft flesh and grip so hard that she litters Rhaenyra's skin with bruises. "I would bring you his head, if you desired it."
"Gods," Rhaenyra whimpers, head thrown back against the pillows. "I want—I want your mouth, and your tongue, my love, I can't—"
It's music to Alicent's ears. She moves some of her doublets and vests to the side of the bed, dismantling the bottom of Rhaenyra's nest so that she can tug her wife closer. Rhaenyra goes along willingly, almost pliant beneath her.
"That didn't last as long as I expected," Alicent comments.
"Shut up, Alicent."
Alicent drops to her knees. "Yes, Your Grace." She drops her head to Rhaenyra's thigh, nuzzling with her nose. She's missed how Rhaenyra feels.
Rhaenyra sits up and cards a hand through Alicent's hair, pushing some of the short curls gently back from her forehead. Her fingers slowly move downwards, tracing along the jagged scar that marks half of Alicent's face, and then cups her cheek. Alicent looks up at Rhaenyra through her lashes and leans into the contact.
"You look your best when you're on your knees," Rhaenyra says, pressing her thumbnail into the apple of Alicent's cheek. It stings but Alicent would never let Rhaenyra know.
Alicent kisses the inside of Rhaenyra's wrist, then dips her head and kisses along Rhaenyra's thigh, nipping at her and soothing the marks with her tongue. She pushes Rhaenyra's legs further apart with her shoulders and settles in properly.
Rhaenyra's scent is overwhelming—invading each one of Alicent's senses as she gets closer and closer to its source.
She kisses the junction of Rhaenyra's thigh, where some of her slick has spread, and moans as the taste hits her tongue. Rhaenyra places her hand on the back of Alicent's head to try and move her along but Alicent won't budge—she wants to savour the feeling of her wife's thick thighs wrapped around her head for the first time in a moon.
"Alicent, why are you—" Rhaenyra's words turn into whimpers when Alicent flattens her tongue and licks a broad stripe up through the length of her cunt.
She repeats the motion again and winds her arms under and over Rhaenyra's thighs so she can spread them even further apart, opening up more of Rhaenyra's dripping cunt to her. Rhaenyra's clit peeks out from her damp curls, all swollen and red from her persistant rubbing. It must be unbearably sensitive right now.
Alicent licks at her again, then without any warning, takes Rhaenyra's clit into her mouth and sucks.
"Ah—gods." Rhaenyra's legs clamp around Alicent's head and she digs her fingers into Alicent's curls, tugging and grabbing at her. "Be careful, please."
Alicent ignores Rhaenyra's pleas and continues to run her tongue back and forth over her clit before sucking it again. She wants to tease Rhaenyra just like she did to Alicent when she arrived, wants to work her up and see her squirm.
Rhaenyra tries to close her legs, but Alicent tightens her grip on Rhaenyra's thighs and keeps them spread just how she wants. She buries her face even further into her wife's cunt, fully dipping her tongue into her slick entrance and lapping at it like a man starved.
"Fuck—that's, gods, it feels so good." Rhaenyra digs the heel of her foot into Alicent's back, pulling her in even closer. Alicent is finding it harder and harder to breathe but that's the last of her worries right now. "You've really gotten quite good at that."
Alicent finally pulls herself away from Rhaenyra's cunt and smiles up at her, lips and chin all shiny with slick. "I've had a lot of practise."
Rhaenyra snorts and looks down at Alicent rather fondly. "You certainly have. What would your father say if he knew you spent as much time with your head buried between my legs as you do polishing off your swordsmanship?"
Alicent bites at Rhaenyra's inner thigh and keeps her teeth there until Rhaenyra swats her away. "He would say that I'm doing my duties as your mate." She slips one of her hands in between Rhaenyra's legs and rests her thumb just shy of Rhaenyra's entrance.
A shiver runs through Rhaenyra's body and she lets out a low moan once Alicent begins to slowly trace her thumb around Rhaenyra's dripping hole. "I would—" She gasps when Alicent slips her thumb all the way inside and keeps it there, unmoving. "I would prefer your cock to your fingers."
Alicent removes her thumb and quickly replaces it with two fingers, down to the last knuckle. Rhaenyra is so wet and warm around her that Alicent briefly considers giving into her demand. "Would you?" She hooks her fingers against Rhaenyra's front wall and slowly begins to stroke in and out. "I'm rather content with this."
"Don't you want to be inside me?" Rhaenyra asks, grabbing at her heavy tits in an attempt to sway Alicent. It almost works, but she holds her ground and puts her mouth back onto Rhaenyra's swollen clit. "T-to have my cunt wrapped around your cock?"
Alicent releases her clit with a wet pop and kisses it. "You've waited a moon for me, can't you wait a few minutes more?"
She moves her fingers a bit faster, scissoring them on each pass, and the wet sounds that fill up the room only serves to deepen the blush on Alicent's cheeks.
"No," Rhaenyra whines, not unsimilar to a petulant child. "I want you. Now."
"You're supposed to be a princess of the realm," Alicent retorts, "and a princess should be mannerly."
"F—" Rhaenyra's hip buck when Alicent begins to rub at Rhaenyra's clit with her free hand and she slams her eyes shut. "Fuck off."
An idea pops into Alicent's head.
"Turn around," she says.
"What?" Rhaenyra responds, confused.
"You heard me." Alicent slides her fingers out of Rhaenyra's cunt and stands up. "Turn around and get on your hands and knees."
"You must be making a jest." Rhaenyra's mouth hangs open in disbelief.
"I most certainly am not." Alicent does a spinning motion with her hand and Rhaenyra continues to stare at her like she's grown a second head. "Get to it. I won't ask again."
"I…" Rhaenyra trails off once she finally realises that Alicent is being deadly serious. It's odd seeing Rhaenyra so caught off guard—it's an extremely rare occurrence for someone so quick witted and clever. "Yes, my alpha."
Just before Rhaenyra begins to move, Alicent quickly reaches out to take Rhaenyra's hand in her own. "You do not need to refer to me as that, Rhaenyra. I wasn't—that's not what I was trying to do. I do not want you to feel like you have—"
Rhaenyra lifts their joined hands to her mouth and presses a soft kiss to Alicent's knuckles. It's an unbearably sweet gesture compared to the filth of a few moments ago. "But that's what you are," she says, dropping their hands and getting to her knees on the bed. "You are my alpha."
Alicent leans forward and kisses her messily, all tongue and teeth with little finesse to it. She kisses the corner of Rhaenyra's mouth, her jaw, her chin, then moves down to her mating bite, where she mouths and licks all over it. Rhaenyra tilts her head, offering up more of her neck to Alicent so she can do as she pleases.
"Yours," Alicent says, nipping at the faded scars of her own teeth. "All yours."
Alicent lightly pushes at Rhaenyra's shoulders and she turns around, showing Alicent the long expanse of her back. Other than a small cluster of freckles just underneath her right shoulder, Rhaenyra's back is free of any blemishes or scars. It's a stark difference to Alicent's own.
She's got a great arse too—nice and thick to match her thighs and tits.
Once Rhaenyra is bent over before her, Alicent palms at her arse and then slaps it, watching as a red handprint forms in her wake. It wasn't a hard slap by any means but Rhaenyra always bruises very easily. The indent of Alicent's rings are already apparent with just one slap.
She slaps her again, harder this time, and Rhaenyra moans, unable to hide how much she enjoys this. Alicent rarely takes up this type of role in the bedroom, much preferring to do whatever Rhaenyra asks or requires of her—whether that be lie on her back and watch as Rhaenyra fucks herself on her cock, or eat her out until Rhaenyra tells her to stop—Alicent is happy to do it all for her.
"Show me your…" Alicent swallows, trying to get rid of any shame that she feels while speaking to her wife like this. It comes so easily to Rhaenyra, which is something she's always been envious of. Alicent wants to be brave. "Show me your cunt."
Rhaenyra shifts herself a bit, widening the stance of her knees, and lies her face down sideways among the furs. She grins at Alicent and without any protest, grabs both cheeks and pulls them apart, presenting herself to Alicent.
Alicent bites down on her fist so the entire population of King's Landing doesn't hear her moan. From this angle, Alicent can see all of Rhaenyra—her stretched out entrance, her puffy folds and clit, and the slick that's spread all over her thighs and arse. It's nearly too much to bear.
"Seven hells," Alicent whispers in awe. She palms at Rhaenyra's thighs, then works her way up to her arse, where she slaps it again. Rhaenyra's hole twitches and all Alicent wants to do is bury her cock in it. "Such a pretty cunt."
"Yeah?" Rhaenyra slips the tip of one of her fingers inside and Alicent can't find it in herself to chastise Rhaenyra for it. "Why don't you be a good girl and fuck it for me?"
Alicent sucks in a harsh breath of air. "I will. Just be patient, my love."
She fists her cock in her hand and slowly pumps it over and over again, keeping her eyes on Rhaenyra's thick thighs and arse.
"Darling," Rhaenyra calls, "I would prefer it if you didn't come all over my arse and back—I'm not some common whore."
Alicent sputters and grunts in frustration. "I—I wasn't going to do that!"
Rhaenyra just laughs. "I believe you."
Alicent, rather than slap Rhaenyra's arse, slaps her right on her cunt, just shy of her clit. Rhaenyra yelps and unvoluntarily kicks out at Alicent, but it narrowly misses her. "Did you like that?"
Rhaenyra grumbles something that Alicent doesn't quite catch, so she slaps her cunt again. "Yeah—fuck, yes."
"Maybe you are a common whore," Alicent says, giving her cunt small little slaps. Rhaenyra is getting wetter and wetter with each one. "Should I mount you like one too? Push you down into the bed and shove my cock all the way inside in one stroke?"
Rhaenyra groans and shuffles further down the bed in a shameless effort to get closer to Alicent's cock. "I can take it," she says. "My cunt belongs to you—fuck it however you like, my love."
Alicent grabs her cock again and runs it through Rhaenyra's dripping slit, bumping off her clit as she goes. From one pass alone, Alicent's cock is already covered in her slick. She repeats it again and again, ignoring Rhaenyra's breathy little whimpers and frustrated whines.
Alicent could come from this alone, but it's been far too long since she's been able to breed her omega.
She slips the tip of her cock into Rhaenyra's entrance and groans low in her throat from the tight wet heat that envelopes her. There's nothing in the world that can be compared to Rhaenyra's cunt.
Alicent pushes in further, gasping as she feels Rhaenyra's walls stretch to accommodate the thick length of her cock. She tries to go slowly, to let Rhaenyra get used to her cock again after weeks of just using her own fingers, but Rhaenyra has other plans—she pushes back against Alicent until she's fully inside, cock pressing against the deepest parts of her.
Alicent falls forward a bit and grips at Rhaenyra's supple waist so she doesn't collapse on top of her. "You feel so good." She ruts against Rhaenyra, trying to push her cock in even further, but it won't go. Annoyance starts to build up within her, then it's gone as quickly as it came when Rhaenyra begins to grind against her. "Gods, that's—"
"You're filling me up so well, my sweet girl," Rhaenyra coos, arching her back. "Already doing such a good job."
"Yeah?" Alicent slowly drags her cock out, resting just the tip inside of Rhaenyra, then plunges back in, quickly filling her up. Her grip on Rhaenyra's hips tightens, holding in her place as Alicent stuffs her full. "You want more?"
"Please, Alicent—" She moans, high and airy, when Alicent finally starts to thrust. Rhaenyra is so wet that her cock slides in and out with little to no resistance. "Fuck me."
As Alicent's thrusts become harder, Rhaenyra's moans become even louder, echoing around their chambers. She loses herself in the rhythm of it, in the addictive heat of her wife's cunt as she fucks her harder and harder.
Alicent drapes herself over Rhaenyra's back and mouths at the crook of her jaw, then under her ear. Rhaenyra's scent is so strong here that Alicent's thrusts falter for a moment from the sudden wave of pheromones that wash over her. Alicent can feel the possessiveness that's radiating out from Rhaenyra—the singular desire to have Alicent fuck and breed her.
She opens her mouth wide and clamps down on Rhaenyra's mating bite, teeth digging sharply into Rhaenyra's tender skin. Alicent wishes that she could mark her again, to have everyone see a fresh red bite on Rhaenyra's neck and know without a second thought that she's taken.
Rhaenyra twists and grinds underneath her, desperate for Alicent to begin her punishing thrusts once again. She slides her hands under Rhaenyra's hips and lifts them up a bit, changing the angle. Rhaenyra's cunt clenches around Alicent's thick cock each time it hits off her front wall, almost as if it's trying to milk her.
Alicent licks and kisses up Rhaenyra's neck, rubs at her pink cheek and takes her lobe between her teeth. "Every knight in the Tower can probably hear you right now," she says, hot breath fanning out over Rhaenyra's ear. "Is that what you want, my love? For all of them to know that you enjoy getting fucked like a whore?"
She lifts herself up onto her elbows, then hands, and fucks Rhaenyra faster, not giving her a moment to breathe.
Alicent waits for Rhaenyra to say something, anything at all, but she can't make out any words in between all of the moans and shouts. It's even getting harder to hear herself think.
"I asked you a question," Alicent says.
"I—I can't, it's too—it's too much." Rhaenyra slips a hand underneath her body and Alicent doesn't need to ask what she's doing—she's going to rub her needy little clit. "Fuck, Alicent, I—"
Alicent slides off the bed, pulling Rhaenyra back with her, and puts one foot up on the mattress so she can get better purchase as she fucks her wife.
"I hope they hear your screams as you come all over my cock." Alicent slaps her arse again—the hardest one yet—and smiles when Rhaenyra's walls flutter around her cock. "I want them to know that you belong to me."
"Yes," Rhaenyra gasps. "I want—I want—"
"What do you want, sweetling?"
"I want to come for you, Alicent. Please, please, please—"
"You're desperate for it, aren't you?"
"I neeed it," Rhaenyra answers. "Its's been so long, I need to—"
"Go ahead, my love." Alicent says softly. The harshness from earlier is gone completely, replaced by the overwhelming need to give her omega whatever she needs. "Come for me."
Rhaenyra's cunt tightens around her, pulling her in impossibly deeper, and Rhaenyra lets out a loud cry as she spasms and pants underneath Alicent. She's close to coming herself, can feel it brewing at the base of her cock, but she doesn't want this to end just yet.
Alicent runs her hand softly along Rhaenyra's back as she slows down her thrusts, letting Rhaenyra ride out her climax. Once she's certain that Rhaenyra can form a coherent thought, she says. "Can you roll over for me, my gorgeous girl? I want to see you."
She pulls out and gently helps Rhaenyra roll onto her back. Rhaenyra looks wonderful like this, all flushed and sweaty.
"You just want to see my tits," Rhaenyra says.
Alicent, having been distracted by her gaping cunt, looks at her tits and gasps at what she sees.
Milk has beaded at the tip of Rhaenyra's nipple.
This happens periodically, usually when Rhaenyra is close to her heat or Visenya has been particularly needy that day. Alicent savours it every time it happens.
"Rhaenyra, you're, um… you're leaking," Alicent blushes as she says it, her confidence vanishing immediately.
She looks down at her tits and sighs. "It's been happening since you left."
The cogs turn in Alicent's brain. "Do you think you're…" She gestures broadly at Rhaenyra's stomach.
"Mayhaps," Rhaenyra says, grinning. "I can't be certain until I visit Mellos, but there are ways to make sure that I am in fact with child."
"How?" Alicent asks.
Rhaenyra blinks.
"Oh," Alicent says.
"Oh," Rhaenrya repeats mockingly. "Did your brain leak out of your ears while you were fucking me?"
Alicent smacks Rhaenyra on her upper thigh, close to her cunt. "Don't be such a brat. I'm tired."
Rhaenyra's eyes drop down past her navel. "Tell that to your cock."
"I'm not too tired to come," Alicent says. "Move back up the bed, my love."
Rhaenyra does as she's told and shuffles around until she's nestled back in her nest. She spreads her legs and makes a grabbing motion at Alicent. "Come here."
Alicent climbs up onto the bed and settles herself between Rhaenyra's legs, cock bumping off her inner thigh. She's so pent up that she doesn't imagine that she'll last very long once she's back inside Rhaenyra.
Alicent kisses her and runs her tongue along the inside of Rhaenyra's mouth and behind her teeth, desperate to properly taste her wife after all this time. There are still remnants of the lavender and honey tea that Rhaenyra routinely drinks before bed each night, and it makes Alicent inexplicably happy.
"I missed you so much." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on Rhaenyra's lips or cheeks.
"I missed you too." Rhaenyra pulls Alicent down on top of her, groaning when the tip of Alicent's cock hits her cunt. If it had been any closer to her entrance, it would have slipped right in.
Their chests press together and when Alicent feels something wet brush against her nipple, she moans into Rhaenyra's mouth. Alicent slips her hand in between them and cups Rhaenyra's breast, letting the heavy weight settle in her palm. She drags her thumb over Rhaenyra's wet and stiff nipple, then reluctantly pulls her lips away from Rhaenyra's so she can lick her thumb instead.
It coats her tongue like a balm and Alicent needs more.
She dips her head, and with little preamble, takes Rhaenyra's nipple into her mouth. She squeezes and palms at Rhaenyra's breast to try and coax more of that wonderful milk out onto her tongue.
Rhaenyra groans and tangles her fingers in Alicent's curls, shoving her right up against her breasts. "It's been a while since you've gotten to do this."
"Too long," Alicent agrees.
Some more milk finally spills from Rhaenyra's breasts and she laps it all up, swallowing each mouthful as it comes.
"You're being very greedy, my love," Rhaenyra says.
"How am I possibly being greedy when it's all mine?"
A final spurt lands on Alicent's tongue and she slowly detaches her mouth from Rhaenyra's over-sensitive nipple. Rhaenyra's breast feels lighter now and she wonders how long Rhaenyra was full up. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't glad for it, even if it was making Rhaenyra rather uncomfortable.
"Do you know what I want right now?" Rhaenyra asks.
Alicent shakes her head.
"Your cock," she says simply.
Rhaenyra slips her hand down her body until she reaches Alicent's cock, then takes the throbbing length in her hand. Alicent is only mildly ashamed when she feels some of her seed spill out onto Rhaenyra's fingers.
"I—I'm so close." Tears well up in Alicent's eyes when Rhaenyra slowly begins to pump her fist. "Inside, please."
Rhaenyra runs the tip of Alicent's cock up through her folds, and down again, until it catches at her entrance. Alicent, lacking any self restraint, slams right in and bottoms out once again. Rhaenyra is still so wet and warm and perfect for her.
"Oh, gods." Alicent buries her face in Rhaenyra's neck and mouths at her shoulder. "You feel so good like this. You're so wet."
"It's all for you, my darling." Rhaenyra drags her nails down Alicent's back, no doubt leaving angry red lines in her wake. "How does it feel to know that you're the only one who has had me like this, and are the only one that ever will?"
"You're mine. Only mine." Alicent drags her cock out and plunges back in, filling Rhaenyra up completely over and over again.
Rhaenyra kisses the sensitive spot just under Alicent's ear and says, "You should put another babe in me—so that everyone can see I'm yours."
"Y-yes, yes, I want that," Alicent grumbles, reaching underneath Rhaenyra's arse and digging her fingers into the soft flesh. "Want to fuck you full. Want to see you round with my pups."
"Pups?" Rhaenyra repeats. "You think you can give me more than one?"
"Whatever you want. I'll give you as many as you desire."
"I want two red haired boys," she says. "Ones that look just like you. Can you do that for me, my sweet girl?"
Alicent nods into her neck, too lost in her pleasure to focus on anything else but the tight heat that's wrapped around her cock. "I'll fuck as many babes into you until you get what you want."
Rhaenyra moans and wraps her legs around Alicent's waist and arse, locking her in. "Yeah? You want to keep me stuffed with your cock—full of your come?"
"Fuck, yes." Alicent's thrusts lose their rhythm as she gets closer and closer to her release. She shoves her cock all the way inside and grinds her hips in small circles. Rhaenyra's walls pulse around her, and some of her slick spills out around the base of Alicent's cock. She wishes that she could lick it all up. "Always want to be inside your pretty cunt. Always."
"Are you close, my love?" Rhaenyra asks, playing with the hairs at the nape of Alicent's neck. "I want to come with you."
"Yeah, I'm not—gods, I won't last much longer."
"Then come for me—I've been waiting weeks for you to breed me properly."
Alicent can't hold it in any longer and comes with a loud cry, rope after rope of her release filling up Rhaenyra's cunt. Rhaenyra follows soon after and more of her slick pours out, drenching the sheets beneath them.
Even after Alicent is certain that both of their climaxes have ended, she keeps her cock deep inside.
"That was…"
"Yeah."
"Perhaps I should travel more often, if it means we get to make love like that when I return," Alicent says, burrowing herself deeper into Rhaenyra's hold. She can't bring herself to move.
"Make love? Alicent, you just fucked me within an inch of my life."