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Rhaenyra's eyes flutter open as she feels a delicious warmth enveloping her morning wood. "Mmmm, fuck yeah," she groans, stretching languidly. Curious about the source of that heavenly sensation, she lifts the blanket to find Laena's pretty face buried between her thighs, tongue lapping eagerly at her throbbing cock.
Laena glances up with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Good morning, Your Grace," she purrs, her lips glistening with precum. "I hope you don't mind me starting breakfast early." She winks saucily before diving back down to suckle on Rhaenyra's heavy balls.
"Seven hells, that feels amazing," Rhaenyra moans, tangling her fingers in Laena's silky hair. She guides the eager mouth back to her aching shaft. "Don't stop, you dirty little cocksucker."
Laena needs no further encouragement. She takes Rhaenyra's impressive length into her throat, bobbing her head up and down with practiced skill. The wet slurping sounds fill the bedchamber as Rhaenyra begins to thrust her hips, fucking Laena's willing mouth.
"Fuck yes, take it all," Rhaenyra growls, her grip tightening in Laena's hair. She's close to blowing her load when Laena suddenly pulls off with an obscene 'pop'.
"My apologies for the interruption, Your Grace," Laena says, idly stroking Rhaenyra's spit-slicked cock. "But I was wondering if you've given any more thought to potential marriage alliances?"
Rhaenyra scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Seven hells, woman. You pick now to discuss politics?" She gestures impatiently at her neglected erection. "Get back to work, and I might consider answering."
Laena grins, planting teasing kisses along Rhaenyra's shaft. "As you command, Your Grace. But surely you must have some prospects in mind? The realm is eager to see their princess wed."
"Pfft, as if I'd ever settle for just one cunt," Rhaenyra sneers. "The whole fucking kingdom can suck my royal cock if they think they can tie me down."
Laena doesn't seem bothered by Rhaenyra's crude dismissal. If anything, it only seems to excite her more. She laves her tongue over the sensitive head, gathering the pearly drops of precum. "Come now, Your Grace. There must be someone who's caught your eye. Perhaps a noble lady from one of the Great Houses?"
Rhaenyra groans, both from pleasure and exasperation. "Fine, if it'll shut you up and get you back to sucking... I've been eyeing Lady Jeyne Arryn. And her lover, Jessamyn Redfort." A wicked grin spreads across her face. "Now there's a pair of cunts I wouldn't mind burying my face in."
Laena's eyebrows shoot up, clearly impressed. "My, my, Your Grace. You certainly aim high." She takes Rhaenyra's cock back into her mouth, sucking hard before releasing it with a wet 'pop'. "The Lady of the Eyrie and her paramour? That's quite the ambitious conquest."
Rhaenyra shrugs, bucking her hips impatiently. "Now less talking, more sucking. I didn't wake up with morning wood just to discuss fucking politics."
Laena obliges, taking Rhaenyra's length back into her eager mouth. But she can't resist one last question, her words muffled around the thick shaft. "Mmm, but what will your father think of such an... unconventional arrangement?"
Rhaenyra's eyes flash dangerously. She grabs a fistful of Laena's hair, forcing her cock deeper into the woman's throat. "I don't give a fuck what that impotent old man thinks," she snarls. "I'm the heir to the Iron Throne. I'll marry who I want, fuck who I want, and there's not a godsdamned thing he can do about it."
Laena gags slightly as Rhaenyra's cock hits the back of her throat, but she doesn't pull away. If anything, the princess's dominant display only seems to arouse her further. She redoubles her efforts, sucking and slurping with renewed enthusiasm.
"That's more like it," Rhaenyra growls approvingly. "Now be a good little cocksucker and make your princess cum."
Laena needs no further encouragement. She bobs her head faster, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head with each upstroke.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Rhaenyra cries out, her back arching off the bed. "I'm gonna cum, you dirty slut. Swallow it all!"
Laena moans eagerly around the throbbing shaft, ready to receive her reward. Rhaenyra's hips buck wildly as she explodes, flooding Laena's mouth with hot, thick spurts of cum. The Velaryon beauty gulps it down greedily, not spilling a single drop.
As the last aftershocks fade, Rhaenyra collapses back onto the pillows with a satisfied groan. "Seven hells, Laena. You sure know how to wake a Princess up."
Laena crawls up Rhaenyra's body, a smug smile on her cum-glazed lips. "I live to serve, Your Grace," she purrs, leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Rhaenyra returns the kiss hungrily, tasting herself on Laena's tongue. When they finally part, both women are breathless and flushed with arousal.
"Well," Rhaenyra says with a wicked grin, "since you've so rudely interrupted my beauty sleep, I suppose I'll have to punish you now."
Laena's eyes light up with excitement. "Oh? And how do you intend to do that, Your Grace?"
Rhaenyra's grin turns predatory as she flips their positions, pinning Laena to the bed. "Oh, I have a few ideas," she growls, her hand sliding between Laena's thighs. "I hope you didn't have any plans for today, because you won't be leaving this bed until I've fucked you senseless."
Laena shivers with anticipation, spreading her legs wider in invitation. "I can't think of a better way to spend the day, Your Grace."
As Rhaenyra's fingers find Laena's dripping core, the two women lose themselves in a passionate tangle of limbs and heated moans. The sun climbs higher in the sky, but neither princess nor lady notice, too consumed by their desires.
Later
"A little tighter," Rhaenyra purred as the servant girl's trembling fingers worked at her bodice. The young thing was lovely - dark curls, wide brown eyes, and the most delightful blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Y-yes, Your Grace," she stammered, adjusting the laces with shaking hands.
"Such gentle fingers," Rhaenyra mused, watching the girl's reflection. "Have you done this before? Helped other noble ladies dress?"
"N-no, Your Grace. You're my first..."
"Mmm, your first?" Rhaenyra's voice dropped lower, more seductive. "I do love being someone's first. Tell me, sweet thing, what's your name?"
"Sara, Your Grace," the girl whispered, her fingers fumbling with the laces as Rhaenyra shifted deliberately against her hands.
"Sara... pretty name for a pretty girl." Rhaenyra reached back, catching one of Sara's hands and pressing it firmly against her breast. "You know, you're welcome to explore more than just the dress. I wouldn't mind at all..."
Sara's breath hitched, her hand trembling against Rhaenyra's flesh. "Your Grace, I... I couldn't..."
"Couldn't you?" Rhaenyra turned, trapping Sara between her body and the dresser. "Such a shame. These lovely hands..." she caught both of Sara's wrists, guiding them to her breasts, "could be doing so much more..."
"P-please, Your Grace," Sara whimpered, though she didn't pull away. "Someone might..."
"Might what?" Rhaenyra pressed closer, her cock hardening against her smallclothes. "Might catch us? Might see how beautifully you submit to your princess?"
Sara's eyes widened as she felt Rhaenyra's arousal pressing against her. "I... I've never..."
"Never touched a cock before?" Rhaenyra smirked, grinding slightly against her. "That pretty little stuttering mouth of yours could be put to such better use... Would you like that, Sara? Learning how to please your princess properly?"
The servant's face was scarlet, her breath coming in short gasps. "I... I don't know how..."
"Oh sweet thing," Rhaenyra purred, leaning in to brush her lips against Sara's ear. "I'd be happy to teach you. Every..." a kiss to her neck, "single..." another kiss, "detail..."
Sara melted against her with a soft moan, her resistance crumbling. Rhaenyra's hand slid down to cup her ass, pulling her closer...
And then a sharp knock interrupted them. Rhaenyra groaned in frustration. "Enter!"
"Enter!" Rhaenyra called out irritably, still holding Sara against her. The door swung open to reveal Princess Rhaenys, her silver-streaked hair bound in a severe braid, violet eyes blazing with barely contained fury.
"Leave us," Rhaenyra commanded Sara, giving her ass one final squeeze before releasing her. She winked at the blushing servant. "We'll continue our... lesson... another time, sweet thing."
Sara practically fled the room, nearly colliding with the doorframe in her haste. Rhaenyra turned to face her aunt, letting her eyes roam appreciatively over the older woman's form. Age had only enhanced Rhaenys's beauty - she carried herself with a regal grace that made Rhaenyra's cock stir with interest. Those full lips would look so pretty stretched around her shaft...
"See something you like, dear aunt?" Rhaenyra purred, deliberately adjusting her partially-laced bodice.
"You disgust me," Rhaenys spat. "Preying on servant girls now?"
"Oh, she was hardly unwilling," Rhaenyra smirked. "To what do I owe the pleasure, dear aunt?" Rhaenyra purred, deliberately adjusting her partially-laced bodice. "Surely you haven't come just because you miss my company... though if that's the case, I wouldn't mind getting to know you much, much better."
"You truly are insufferable," Rhaenys's lip curled in disgust. "Enjoy your games while you can, girl. Soon enough your mother will birth a son, and you'll be nothing more than another princess."
The words struck deep, but Rhaenyra refused to show how much they stung. Instead, she let her smile turn cruel. "Is that what keeps you awake at night, aunt? Dreaming of others failing as spectacularly as you did? The Queen Who Never Was... such a fitting title, don't you think?"
Rhaenys's eyes flashed dangerously. "You insolent little-"
"Speaking of titles," Rhaenyra interrupted smoothly, "I had such an... illuminating conversation with Laena last night. She has quite the talented tongue... when it comes to discussing politics, of course."
A flash of confusion crossed Rhaenys's face, quickly replaced by suspicion. "What are you playing at?"
"Playing? Me?" Rhaenyra's smile was pure innocence. "I simply enjoy quality time with my dear cousin. She's so... eager to please."
The double meaning sailed right over Rhaenys's head, making Rhaenyra's smirk widen. Oh, if only her aunt knew what that eager mouth had been doing just hours ago...
"Whatever game you're playing with my daughter-"
"I assure you, it's no game," Rhaenyra's voice dropped lower, more seductive. "Now, was there something specific you wanted? Or did you just come to remind me of my... precarious position?"
"Watch yourself, girl," Rhaenys growled. "The higher you climb, the further you have to fall."
"Mmm, speaking from experience?" Rhaenyra's smile was razor-sharp. "Tell me, how did it feel watching my father take the throne that should have been yours? At least when I'm queen, it will be because I earned it... unlike some who couldn't even manage to claim what was rightfully theirs."
Rhaenys's face darkened with rage. "This isn't over."
"No," Rhaenyra agreed, her smile predatory as she imagined all the ways she'd make both mother and daughter submit to her. "It's only just beginning. Give Laena my regards... I'm sure I'll be seeing her again very soon."
"Perhaps," Rhaenys's lips curved into a cruel smile, "you should worry less about my failures and more about your own future. When your mother births a son, Laena will be his perfect match. The dragon's blood must be kept pure, after all."
Rhaenyra's eyes flashed dangerously, her cock twitching with possessive anger. The thought of Laena being promised to anyone else, especially her hypothetical brother, made her blood boil. "Careful, aunt. Your desperation is showing."
"Desperation? Hardly. It's simply the logical choice. Your father will see that."
"Logical?" Rhaenyra laughed coldly. "Laena is eighteen. This... theoretical brother of mine wouldn't even be born yet. By the time he'd be of age to wed, she'd be what - thirty-five? Forty?" She stalked closer to Rhaenys. "No, I think not. I'll make sure father arranges a more... appropriate match."
"You think you have that kind of influence?" Rhaenys scoffed.
"I know I do," Rhaenyra purred, thinking of how eagerly Laena had submitted to her just hours ago. "Besides, Laena deserves someone who can... satisfy her properly. Not some mewling babe."
"You speak as if you have any say in her future."
"Oh, but I do," Rhaenyra's smile was pure sin. "More than you know. Tell me, have you noticed how... happy she's been lately? How she glows after our private conversations?"
Rhaenys's eyes narrowed. "What are you implying?"
"Nothing at all, dear aunt," Rhaenyra's innocence was clearly feigned. "I simply take good care of what's mine. And make no mistake - what's mine stays mine."
"She's not yours to claim."
"Isn't she?" Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should ask her about that. Though I warn you... you might not like her answer."
The tension crackled between them like lightning before a storm. Both women stood their ground, neither willing to back down.
"You're playing with fire, girl," Rhaenys warned.
"I am fire," Rhaenyra countered. "And I protect what belongs to me. So go ahead - try to arrange your little marriage plans. See how well that works out when I'm done. Now. Was there anything else, aunt? I have a breakfast to attend."
"With Laena?"
"With whoever I choose." Rhaenyra moved to her mirror, adjusting her hair. "Though I must say, your daughter does make for excellent company. She has such... interesting ideas."
Rhaenys stepped closer, her voice low. "You may be the heir, Rhaenyra, but you're playing dangerous games. The realm watches. They whisper. And one day, those whispers might become shouts."
"Let them shout," Rhaenyra replied calmly. "I am a dragon, aunt. And dragons do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep."
"Your father's sheep," Rhaenys reminded her. "The same sheep whose support you'll need when you claim that throne you're so certain will be yours."
"When I claim it? Don't you mean if?" Rhaenyra's smile was razor-sharp. "Or have you finally accepted that some women can sit the Iron Throne?"
It was a deliberate barb, referencing Rhaenys's own failed claim, and both women knew it. Rhaenys's face hardened.
"You go too far."
"Perhaps. But isn't that what dragons do? We fly higher, push further, take what we want?" Rhaenyra moved to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I heard Laena mention breakfast in the gardens."
"This isn't finished," Rhaenys warned.
"No," Rhaenyra agreed. "But for now, it is. Give my regards to Lord Corlys. I do so enjoy watching him plot with my uncle at feasts."
She left before Rhaenys could respond, her steps light, her smile smug. Let her aunt rage and warn – Rhaenyra had no intention of changing her ways. She was young, beautiful, and heir to the Iron Throne. The world was hers to take, and take it she would, one conquest at a time.
In the corridor, she passed Serra, who immediately looked down and hurried past. Rhaenyra's smile widened. Perhaps she'd summon the girl again tomorrow, without interruptions this time. After all, a princess needed to keep herself entertained.
As she made her way to the gardens, Rhaenyra thought about her aunt's warnings. Dangerous games, indeed. But wasn't that what made them fun? Besides, she had Laena's affection, Alicent's devotion, and half the court's desire. What could possibly go wrong?
The morning sun caught her hair as she emerged into the gardens, turning it to liquid silver. Somewhere nearby, dragons roared, a sound that always made her blood sing. She was Rhaenyra Targaryen, and she would take what she wanted – be it servants, lovers, or crowns.
Let them whisper. Let them shout. Let them warn and threaten and scheme. She was the blood of the dragon, and dragons answered to no one.
As she approached the breakfast table, she saw Laena already waiting, looking particularly pleased with herself. Rhaenyra's smile grew. Yes, let Rhaenys rage all she wanted – some pleasures were worth any price.
"Good morning," she called out to Laena. "I just had the most interesting chat with your mother."
Laena's eyebrows rose. "Oh? Do tell."
"Over breakfast," Rhaenyra replied, taking her seat. "It's quite the tale. Though perhaps not as interesting as last night's... activities."
Laena's laugh rang out across the garden, drawing looks from nearby courtiers. Rhaenyra didn't care. Let them look. Let them whisper. Let them wonder.
She was a dragon, and dragons took what they wanted.
"You're looking particularly pleased with yourself," Laena observed, following her gaze.
"Always," Rhaenyra replied. "Now, shall I tell you about your mother's visit, or would you prefer to create some new gossip for her to disapprove of?"
Laena's answering smile was all the answer she needed. The day was young, and there were so many ways to scandalize the court. Being the heir to the Iron Throne had never been more entertaining.
Later
Rhaenyra made her way through the Red Keep's corridors, her footsteps echoing against the stone walls. The excitement of the upcoming tourney buzzed through the castle, but her thoughts were with her mother. Last night's pleasures with Laena had left her in high spirits, though she kept her expression appropriately somber as she approached the Queen's chambers.
Two Kingsguard stood at attention outside her mother's door. The two bowed deeply. "Princess."
"Ser Arryk," she replied with a slight smirk. "Is my mother awake?"
"Yes, Your Grace. The Grand Maester is with her now."
Rhaenyra nodded and pushed open the door. The chamber smelled of herbs and anxiety. Queen Aemma lay in her massive bed, pale but composed, while Grand Maester Mellos fussed around her.
"Rhaenyra," Aemma's face brightened. "Come here, sweetling."
Mellos bowed and excused himself, leaving mother and daughter alone. Rhaenyra approached the bed, taking her mother's hand.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I'm about to push a dragon out," Aemma attempted a joke, but Rhaenyra could see the fear behind her eyes. "Your father is beside himself with excitement."
"Men usually are when they're not the ones doing the work," Rhaenyra said dryly, earning a weak laugh from her mother.
"I saw Jeyne Arryn and Jessamyn in the gardens earlier," Aemma mentioned. "They seemed quite taken with you."
Rhaenyra's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Cousin Jeyne is... interesting company. And Jessamyn has such fascinating stories about the Vale."
"I'm sure that's all you find fascinating about them," Aemma said knowingly. "The servants talk, you know. About you and Laena Velaryon. And Alicent Hightower."
"Let them talk," Rhaenyra shrugged. "I'm the heir to the Seven Kingdoms. I can do as I please."
Aemma's grip tightened on her daughter's hand. "Power comes with responsibility, Rhaenyra. Your father—"
"Father has his tourneys and his feasts and his dreams of a son," Rhaenyra interrupted, a flash of bitterness in her voice. "Why shouldn't I have my pleasures?"
"Because you're meant for more than pleasure, my dragon." Aemma winced suddenly, her free hand going to her swollen belly.
"Mother?" Rhaenyra's smugness vanished, replaced by concern.
"It's nothing. The babe is restless today." Aemma forced a smile. "Will you watch the tourney?"
"Of course. Jeyne and Jessamyn have invited me to sit with them. And Laena..." she trailed off at her mother's knowing look.
"Just be careful, my love. The court sees everything."
"Let them see," Rhaenyra said, but squeezed her mother's hand gently. "I should go. The tourney will be starting soon."
"Send your father to me when you see him," Aemma requested. "And Rhaenyra? Try not to break too many hearts today."
Rhaenyra grinned. "I make no promises." She leaned down to kiss her mother's cheek. "I'll return after the tourney."
As she left the chamber, she found Jeyne and Jessamyn waiting in the corridor, both dressed in their finest for the tourney.
"Your Grace," Jeyne greeted her with a sly smile. "We were just coming to escort you to the tournament grounds."
"How thoughtful of you both," Rhaenyra replied, noting how Jessamyn's eyes lingered on her form.
"Laena asked us to tell you she's saved you a seat," Jessamyn added, her voice rich with suggestion.
"Did she now?" Rhaenyra started walking, the two women falling into step beside her. "And what of Alicent?"
"Oh, she's already at the grounds with your father," Jeyne said. "Though she seemed rather disappointed you weren't there yet."
"Poor Alicent," Rhaenyra's tone was anything but sympathetic. "Always so eager to please."
"Much like someone else we know," Jessamyn murmured, earning a sharp look from Jeyne and a laugh from Rhaenyra.
"Careful, Lady Redfort," Rhaenyra warned playfully. "That sharp tongue of yours might get you in trouble."
"Perhaps I'm counting on it, Your Grace."
They emerged into the bright morning sun, the sounds of the gathering crowd growing louder. Rhaenyra could see the tournament grounds ahead, banners snapping in the breeze, knights preparing their horses and lances.
"Today should be interesting," she mused, spotting both Laena and Alicent in the stands, carefully seated apart. "Very interesting indeed."
"You're impossible," Jeyne said, but her tone was fond.
"I'm a dragon," Rhaenyra corrected her. "And dragons take what they want."
As they made their way to their seats, Rhaenyra pushed aside her worry for her mother. Today was a day for spectacle, for pleasure, for playing her games. The birth would come when it came, and until then, she had a tournament to enjoy.
And enjoy it she would, with all the shameless enthusiasm of a princess who knew exactly how desirable she was. Let the knights battle for glory – she had her own victories to claim.
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