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The Realm's Alpha Chapter 18 (Betrayer’s Kiss)
🕑 Added 2025-02-01 18:59:21 +0000 UTC"Such hunger," Mysaria purred, breaking their heated kiss. Her hand continued its teasing strokes over Rhaenyra's clothed cock as she studied the princess's flushed face. "Tell me, sweet dragon, does Lady Laena satisfy you as well as I do?"
The words hit Rhaenyra like a bucket of ice water. She jerked back, violet eyes wide with shock. "What did you say?"
Mysaria's laugh was musical, dangerous. "Which part surprises you more? That I know about your trysts with the Velaryon girl, or that I dare speak of them?" She released Rhaenyra's cock, moving to pour more wine with deliberate grace. "The way you pushed her against the rose bushes in the garden... quite poetic, really. Though perhaps next time, choose a spot further from the servants' passage?"
"Who told you?" Rhaenyra demanded, grabbing Mysaria's wrist. Her grip was tight enough to bruise, but the whore merely smiled, unperturbed.
"My little birds sing such interesting songs," she said, twisting out of Rhaenyra's grip with fluid ease. The candlelight made her sheer silk dress nearly transparent, revealing every curve beneath. "They tell me of a princess who takes her pleasure where she wishes... of secret meetings in the Godswood with Lady Alicent... of passionate encounters with handmaidens in hidden alcoves..."
Rhaenyra's face darkened. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone—"
"You'll what?" Mysaria turned, lifting an eyebrow as she offered a fresh goblet of wine. "Have me killed? Exile me? Your uncle tried that once, sweet one. Yet here I am." Her free hand traced the outline of Rhaenyra's jaw. "Besides, I'm not your enemy. I could be quite useful to you."
"Useful how?" Rhaenyra asked, accepting the wine but not drinking.
Mysaria's hand slid down to cup Rhaenyra's cock again, making the princess hiss. "Information is power, as I said. My birds nest in every corner of the Red Keep. The servants' quarters, the kitchens, the Small Council chamber... even your father's private solar." Her lips brushed Rhaenyra's ear. "They hear everything, see everything. Including your father's plans to wed Lady Laena himself."
Rhaenyra's grip tightened on the goblet. "And you'd share these secrets with me?"
"For a price," Mysaria whispered, her skilled fingers finding Rhaenyra's sensitive head through the fabric. "Everything has a price in King's Landing, sweet dragon. Even love."
"What do you want?" The words came out rougher than intended as Mysaria's hand continued its maddening caress.
"Protection," Mysaria said simply, stepping back. She took a slow sip of wine, her violet eyes never leaving Rhaenyra's. "When you become queen, I want your guarantee that no one will ever try to drive me from this city again. My establishment, my girls, my network of informants – all under your protection."
She set down her goblet and moved closer again, her hips swaying hypnotically. "And..." her hand returned to Rhaenyra's straining cock, "I want to keep enjoying these private moments with you. These... intimate exchanges of information."
"You think you can prevent my father from marrying Laena?" Rhaenyra's voice was skeptical, though her body betrayed her arousal.
"I think I can give you the weapons you need to fight this battle," Mysaria corrected, slowly unlacing Rhaenyra's breeches. "For instance, did you know that your dear friend Alicent has been meeting privately with your father? Such long conversations they have... about the future of the realm, about suitable marriages..." Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around Rhaenyra's bare cock. "About you."
"That fucking traitor," Rhaenyra snarled, but her anger melted into a moan as Mysaria's thumb circled her sensitive tip.
"So quick to anger," Mysaria chided, pushing Rhaenyra back toward the bed. "You need to learn patience, sweet dragon. Learn to watch, to wait, to strike at the perfect moment." She pushed again, and Rhaenyra sat heavily on the mattress. "Let me teach you."
"And what exactly will these lessons entail?" Rhaenyra asked, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as Mysaria sank to her knees between her legs.
"Oh, many things," Mysaria purred, pulling Rhaenyra's breeches down with practiced ease. "How to gather information, how to use it..." She leaned forward, her hot breath ghosting over Rhaenyra's exposed cock. "How to make others dance to your tune."
Her tongue flicked out, tasting the precum beading at Rhaenyra's tip. The princess moaned, trying to thrust forward, but Mysaria's hands held her hips firmly.
"First lesson," Mysaria said, looking up through pale lashes, "is understanding that true power isn't about force. It's about control." She took Rhaenyra's length into her mouth, making the princess cry out.
But every time Rhaenyra approached climax, Mysaria pulled back, leaving her trembling and desperate. "Please," she found herself begging after what felt like hours of torment.
"Please what?" Mysaria asked, her hand stroking Rhaenyra's spit-slicked cock with agonizing slowness.
"Please let me come," Rhaenyra groaned, her hips jerking helplessly against Mysaria's iron grip.
"And what will you give me in return?"
"Anything," Rhaenyra promised recklessly. "Everything you asked for. Protection, privacy, gold – whatever you want. Just... please..."
Mysaria's smile was triumphant. "Remember this moment, sweet dragon," she purred. "Remember how it feels to be completely at someone else's mercy." Then she took Rhaenyra deep into her throat, and the princess came with a roar, her seed pulsing down Mysaria's throat as the whore swallowed every drop. She pulled out her mouth with a loud wet 'pop', and stood up to Rhaenyra's level, she was taller than the Princess.
Their eyes met, and Rhaenyra saw the hunger in Mysaria's gaze. Without thinking, she leaned forward, capturing Mysaria's lips in a searing kiss. Mysaria responded eagerly, pressing her body against Rhaenyra's.
As they kissed, Rhaenyra's hands roamed over Mysaria's curves, marveling at the softness of her skin. She cupped Mysaria's breasts, feeling the nipples harden under her touch.
Mysaria broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "You have grown more confident, my Princess. Last time you were here, you were just a little girl playing Princess."
Rhaenyra grinned, feeling bolder by the second. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Mysaria. Care to find out more?"
Mysaria's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask."
As they fell onto Mysaria's bed, hands roaming and lips exploring.
"Now," Mysaria purred, straddling Rhaenyra's hips, "let's see what you can do."
Rhaenyra groaned as Mysaria sank down onto her length, enveloping her in tight, wet heat. As they began to move together, Rhaenyra lost herself in the sensations, the worries of the morning forgotten in the throes of passion.
As Mysaria rode Rhaenyra with abandon, her voluptuous breasts bouncing enticingly, Rhaenyra found herself mesmerized by the sight. She reached up, cupping the soft mounds in her hands, marveling at their weight and texture.
"Fuck, 'Rhaenyra," Mysaria moaned, arching into the touch. "Your hands feel so good."
Encouraged, Rhaenyra kneaded the flesh more firmly, rolling Mysaria's hardened nipples between her fingers. The action elicited a sharp gasp from Mysaria, who clenched tightly around Rhaenyra's cock in response.
"Oh Merlin," Rhaenyra groaned, her hips bucking upwards. "You feel amazing, Mysaria."
Mysaria grinned down at her, her blue eyes dark with lust. "Just wait, Princess. I'm going to make you feel even better."
With that, Mysaria began to move more purposefully, rolling her hips in a way that had Rhaenyra seeing stars. The Princess clutched at Mysaria's thighs, feeling the muscles flex beneath her fingers as Mysaria rode her with increasing intensity.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Rhaenyra chanted, lost in the sensations. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on fire, centered on the point where she and Mysaria were joined.
Mysaria leaned down, capturing Rhaenyra's lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced as they moved together, swallowing each other's moans. Rhaenyra tangled her fingers in Mysaria's long dark hair, marveling at its silky texture.
Breaking the kiss, Mysaria trailed her lips along Rhaenyra's jaw, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. "You like this, don't you?" she murmured in Rhaenyra's ear. "You like having a big, hard cock to fuck me with?"
Rhaenyra whimpered, nodding frantically. "Yes, oh gods yes."
Mysaria chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Rhaenyra's spine. "I bet you do. You are such a naughty little thing; you like to conquer people and have control over them. I bet you would like to fuck each pussy that you could."
As she spoke, Mysaria clenched her inner muscles, squeezing Rhaenyra's cock in a way that had the Princess seeing stars. Rhaenyra's hips jerked upwards, driving her deeper into Mysaria's welcoming heat.
"That's it," Mysaria encouraged. "Fuck me harder, 'Rhaenyra. Show me what that big cock can do."
Rhaenyra needed no further encouragement. With a growl that surprised even herself, she flipped their positions, pinning Mysaria to the mattress. Mysaria's eyes widened in surprise and delight as Rhaenyra hooked her legs over her shoulders, driving into her with renewed vigor.
"Oh fuck!" Mysaria cried out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on Rhaenyra's back. "Yes, just like that!"
Rhaenyra set a punishing pace, her hips snapping forward with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their breathless moans and gasps. Rhaenyra marveled at the way Mysaria's breasts bounced with each movement, hypnotized by the sight.
"You're so beautiful," Rhaenyra murmured, leaning down to capture a nipple in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the hardened bud, relishing Mysaria's sharp intake of breath.
Mysaria arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly against Rhaenyra's mouth. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "I'm so close."
Rhaenyra redoubled her efforts, alternating between licking and sucking Mysaria's nipples as she continued to thrust. She could feel her own orgasm building, a familiar tension coiling in her lower abdomen. But it was different this time, more intense.
"Mysaria," she gasped, "I'm going to-"
"Do it," Mysaria urged, her nails digging into Rhaenyra's back. "Cum inside me, 'Rhaenyra. I want to feel it."
Those words were Rhaenyra's undoing. With a loud cry, she came, her cock pulsing as she emptied herself deep inside Mysaria. The sensation of Rhaenyra's release triggered Mysaria's own orgasm, her inner walls clamping down on Rhaenyra's length as she shuddered in ecstasy.
For several long moments, they remained locked together, trembling with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Finally, Rhaenyra carefully withdrew, collapsing onto the bed beside Mysaria. They turned to face each other, both wearing matching grins of satisfaction.
Mysaria reached out, tucking a strand of Rhaenyra's hair behind her ear. "You were amazing, 'Rhaenyra."
Rhaenyra blushed, but couldn't keep the smile off her face. "I guess I'm full of surprises."
"Mmm, you certainly are," Mysaria agreed, her hand trailing down Rhaenyra's body to wrap around her still-sensitive cock. "And I can't wait to discover more of them."
Rhaenyra's breath hitched as Mysaria began to stroke her again, her body responding eagerly despite her recent orgasm. "Already?" she asked, a mix of surprise and excitement in her voice.
Mysaria's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, Princess. We're just getting started."
.
.
As the pre morning light grew stronger, filtering through the crimson curtains of Mysaria's bed, the two whores continued their passionate exploration of each other's bodies. Mysaria's mouth worked wonders on Rhaenyra's cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before taking the full length into her throat.
"Oh fuck, Mysaria," Rhaenyra moaned, her fingers tangled in Mysaria's dark hair. "How are you so good at this?"
Mysaria pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at Rhaenyra. "Practice makes perfect, Princess. And I've had plenty of practice."
Before Rhaenyra could respond, Mysaria dove back down, taking Rhaenyra's cock to the hilt. The Princess gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. The wet heat of Mysaria's mouth was incredible.
"Mysaria," Rhaenyra panted, tugging gently on the whore's hair. "Wait, I want to try something."
Mysaria released Rhaenyra's cock, looking up with curiosity. "What did you have in mind?"
Rhaenyra bit her lip, suddenly feeling shy despite everything they had already done. "I... I want to taste you. Can I?"
Mysaria's eyes lit up with excitement. "I wouldn't say no, your grace."
With a giggle, Mysaria repositioned herself, straddling Rhaenyra's face while keeping her mouth level with Rhaenyra's cock. The musky scent of Mysaria's arousal filled Rhaenyra's senses, making her mouth water.
"Don't be shy," Mysaria encouraged, before taking Rhaenyra back into her mouth.
Rhaenyra took a deep breath, then tentatively extended her tongue, licking a long stripe up Mysaria's slit. The taste was tangy and slightly sweet, not at all unpleasant. Encouraged by Mysaria's muffled moan, Rhaenyra grew bolder, exploring the folds of Mysaria's pussy with growing enthusiasm.
As Rhaenyra licked and sucked at Mysaria's clit, she felt the whore's efforts on her cock intensify. It was a feedback loop of pleasure, each girl spurring the other on to greater heights of ecstasy.
Rhaenyra slipped two fingers into Mysaria's wet heat, marveling at the way the whore's inner walls clenched around them. She curled her fingers, searching for that spot she had read about in her research.
"Fuck!" Mysaria cried out, momentarily releasing Rhaenyra's cock. "Right there, 'Rhaenyra. Don't stop!"
Grinning with satisfaction, Rhaenyra redoubled her efforts, licking Mysaria's clit with renewed vigor while pumping her fingers in and out. She could feel Mysaria trembling above her, her thighs quivering on either side of Rhaenyra's head.
Meanwhile, Mysaria had resumed her attention to Rhaenyra's cock, taking it deep into her throat with each bob of her head. The dual sensations of Mysaria's mouth on her cock and the taste of Mysaria on her tongue were driving Rhaenyra wild.
"I'm close," Rhaenyra gasped, her hips bucking upwards. "Oh gods, Mysaria, I'm so close."
Mysaria hummed around Rhaenyra's length, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. With a muffled cry, Rhaenyra came, her cock pulsing as she emptied herself down Mysaria's eager throat.
The taste of Rhaenyra's release seemed to trigger Mysaria's own orgasm. She ground down onto Rhaenyra's face, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Rhaenyra's fingers as she came with a loud moan.
For several long moments, they remained locked in their position, trembling with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Finally, Mysaria rolled off, collapsing onto the bed beside Rhaenyra. They turned to face each other, both flushed and breathing heavily.
"Seven Hells," Mysaria panted, a wide grin on her face. "You're a quick study, 'Rhaenyra."
Rhaenyra blushed, but couldn't keep the pride out of her voice. "Well, I've always been a dedicated learner."
Mysaria laughed, the sound light and musical. "That you have. And I can't wait to teach you even more."
One Hour Later
Rhaenyra and Mysaria continued their passionate exploration, pausing only for brief moments of rest and hushed conversation. During one such interlude, as they lay tangled together in the rumpled sheets, Rhaenyra's curiosity got the better of her.
"Mysaria," she began, tracing idle patterns on the whore's skin, "can I ask you something?"
Mysaria hummed contentedly, arching into Rhaenyra's touch. "Of course, Princess. What's on your mind?"
"It's just... you mentioned earlier about being experienced. I was wondering... how do you do it? How do you seduce people so easily?"
Mysaria's eyes lit up with interest. "Ah, you want to learn the art of seduction, do you? Well, you've come to the right whore."
Propping herself up on one elbow, Mysaria regarded Rhaenyra with a mixture of fondness and mischief. "The first thing you need to understand, 'Rhaenyra, is that seduction is all about confidence. You have to believe that you're desirable, that you're worth pursuing."
Rhaenyra nodded, absorbing this information. "But how do you get that confidence?"
"Practice," Mysaria said with a wink. "And not caring what others think of you. But let me tell you a secret - half the time, I'm faking it until I make it."
Rhaenyra's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? But you always seem so sure of yourself."
"That's the point, Princess. If you act confident, people will believe you are. And eventually, you'll start to believe it too."
"Okay," Rhaenyra said slowly. "So confidence is key. What else?"
"Well, there's the art of flirting," Mysaria continued. "It's all about creating a connection, making the other person feel special and desired. Eye contact is crucial - hold their gaze just a little longer than necessary, let your eyes linger on their lips."
As she spoke, Mysaria demonstrated, her eyes locking onto Rhaenyra's purple ones. Rhaenyra felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of Mysaria's gaze.
"Then there's touch," Mysaria murmured, her hand trailing down Rhaenyra's arm. "Casual, seemingly innocent touches that leave them wanting more. A brush of your hand, a gentle bump of your hip. It's all about building anticipation."
Rhaenyra nodded, her breath catching as Mysaria's fingers danced across her skin. "And then what?"
Mysaria's lips curved into a seductive smile. "Then, when you've got them right where you want them, you make your move. But here's the real secret, 'Rhaenyra - you have to be prepared for rejection. Not everyone will be interested, and that's okay. The key is to not let it shake your confidence."
"That sounds... challenging," Rhaenyra admitted.
"It can be," Mysaria agreed. "But it's also incredibly empowering. There's nothing quite like the thrill of successfully seducing someone you desire."
After a long talk about the art of seduction, Mysaria finally decided to talk about the King.
"Now then," she said, rising gracefully to her feet and reaching for a scroll hidden beneath her pillows. "Shall we discuss how to keep your father from stealing your lover? I have some rather interesting information about Otto Hightower's recent correspondence with Oldtown..."
Rhaenyra, still feeling a little exhausted from all the lovemaking they had nodded. She had a feeling she'd just made a deal with a demon, but as Mysaria began to outline her plans, she couldn't bring herself to care.
After all, she was a dragon. And dragons would burn the world to keep what was theirs.
The candlelight flickered across Mysaria's knowing smile as she unrolled the scroll, and Rhaenyra knew there would be no turning back from this path. But perhaps that had been true from the moment she'd first tasted forbidden pleasure in this very room, all those weeks ago.
The game was changing, and Rhaenyra intended to win – whatever the cost.
Later
The Red Keep's corridors felt different in the pre dawn hours, Rhaenyra thought as she made her way back from the brothel. The torchlight cast dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls, making the dragon skulls seem to move in their alcoves. Her boots echoed softly on the flagstones, the sound mixing with the distant call of night birds and the ever-present whisper of the sea breeze through the castle's windows. Her body still hummed from Mysaria's touch, her mind racing with the whore's revelations about spies and secrets.
The skull of Balerion the Black Dread loomed above her as she passed, its empty eye sockets seeming to track her movement. Rhaenyra had always found comfort in these remnants of her ancestors' power, but tonight they felt like silent judges of her actions. She could almost hear her father's voice: "A princess must be more than her desires."
She was still lost in thought when she rounded the corner leading to her father's solar. The sight that greeted her made her stop dead in her tracks, instinctively stepping back into the shadow of a pillar.
Alicent was emerging from the solar's heavy oak doors, carefully closing them behind her. Her dark hair was neatly braided, her green dress immaculate even at this early hour. She carried several scrolls in her arms, and there was a satisfied smile playing at her lips that made Rhaenyra's blood boil. In the torchlight, she looked every inch the proper lady – nothing like the wanton girl who had writhed beneath Rhaenyra in the Godswood.
"Well, well," Rhaenyra drawled, stepping out from the shadows. She took satisfaction in how Alicent startled, nearly dropping her scrolls. "What brings the Hand's daughter to my father's solar before the sun has even risen?"
Alicent recovered quickly, straightening her spine. The movement drew attention to the way her dress hugged her curves – curves Rhaenyra's hands had once mapped thoroughly. "Your Grace," she said formally, offering a small curtsy that somehow managed to seem mocking. "I was merely delivering some correspondence that required His Grace's immediate attention."
"At this hour?" Rhaenyra moved closer, noting how Alicent clutched the remaining scrolls tighter to her chest. The scent of lavender and ink wafted from her – she'd been writing recently. "How... dedicated of you."
The torchlight caught the crystal pendant at Alicent's throat – the one Rhaenyra had given her on her fifteenth nameday, before everything had changed between them. She remembered kissing that spot, feeling Alicent's pulse race beneath her lips. Now it seemed to mock her, glinting like a secret between them.
"Some of us take our duties to the realm seriously," Alicent replied coolly. Her green eyes, once so warm when they looked at Rhaenyra, now held nothing but frost. "Though I suppose you've been too busy with your... entertainments... to notice the mounting concerns about succession and stability."
Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed as she caught the faint scent of wine on Alicent's breath. She'd been drinking with Viserys, then. How cozy. "Is that what you discuss with my father? Succession?" She stepped closer, using her slight height advantage to loom over Alicent. The other girl's breath hitched slightly – fear or arousal, Rhaenyra couldn't tell. "Or perhaps you're discussing suitable marriages? For him, or for me?"
A flash of something – guilt? defiance? – crossed Alicent's face before she masked it. "His Grace values counsel from those who put the realm's interests first. Who understand that being heir means more than indulging one's own pleasures."
"Like you understood, that night in the Godswood?" Rhaenyra's voice dropped to a dangerous purr. She moved closer still, until she could see the rapid pulse in Alicent's throat. "When you begged me to fuck you harder? When you said you'd be mine forever?"
"That was a mistake," Alicent cut her off sharply, though a flush crept up her neck. Her fingers trembled slightly on the scrolls. "One I won't repeat. Now, if you'll excuse me—"
Rhaenyra's hand shot out, catching Alicent's arm as she tried to pass. The scrolls tumbled to the floor, unrolling slightly to reveal what looked like marriage contracts. Rhaenyra caught glimpses of House Velaryon's seal before Alicent hurriedly gathered them up, her movements frantic.
"So that's it," Rhaenyra said softly, dangerously. "You're helping arrange my father's marriage to Laena."
"I'm helping secure the realm's future," Alicent snapped, finally showing real emotion. Her chest heaved with quick breaths, drawing Rhaenyra's gaze. "Something you seem incapable of understanding. We can't all live in a world where we simply take what we want without consequences."
"No?" Rhaenyra stepped closer still, until she could count the freckles dusting Alicent's nose. "Yet here you are, taking my father's ear, my place as his closest confidante..." Her hand slid down Alicent's arm, feeling her shiver. "Tell me, when you're alone with him in his solar, do you think about how I made you scream?"
Alicent jerked away as if burned, but not before Rhaenyra saw the desire flash in her eyes. "You're disgusting," she hissed, but her voice trembled. "And you're going to lose everything if you don't start taking your position seriously."
"Is that a threat?" Rhaenyra growled at her like a dragon.
"It's a warning." Alicent's green eyes were hard now, all trace of their former warmth gone. But her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven. "From someone who once cared about you."
She turned and strode away, her skirts swishing against the stone floor. Rhaenyra watched her go, noting the slight unsteadiness in her step. Remembering Mysaria's words about information and power. She'd been a fool to think Alicent would remain loyal after their falling out. A fool to think their shared passion would matter more than ambition.
Well, she thought grimly, two could play at that game. If Alicent wanted to whisper in her father's ear, perhaps it was time Rhaenyra made use of some whispers of her own. She had a whore's spy network at her disposal now, after all.
And dragons, as Alicent would soon learn, didn't take betrayal lightly.
The morning sun was just beginning to paint the corridor's windows pink as Rhaenyra headed to her chambers, plans already forming in her mind. She'd need to be careful, strategic. But first, she needed to warn Laena about what was coming.
The game was indeed changing. And Rhaenyra intended to change with it.
