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The Realm's Alpha Chapter 5 (Poor Alicent)
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The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Sept, casting a golden hue over the stone floor, but Rhaenyra couldn't focus on the beauty around her. She sat with her back straight, hands folded demurely in her lap as the Septa droned on about some ancient religious nonsense that none of them truly cared for. The words blurred into a monotonous hum, her mind wandering far from the Sept's sanctity. She thought of Mysaria.
The memory of what happened three nights ago pulsed like a flame in her mind. She had come to Mysaria seeking distraction, but had found far more than that. Mysaria, with her silver hair flowing like moonlight, her purple eyes. Rhaenyra remembered the soft heat of Mysaria's lips against hers, the way her hands touched her, knowing exactly where to touch, how to make her moan. She remembered the feel of Mysaria's tongue tracing down her body, teasing, tasting.
Rhaenyra shifted slightly in her seat, her body still thrumming with the ghost of those sensations. Her cock had been so hard for Mysaria, so needy. Mysaria had toyed with her, stretching her patience thin, only to reward her with a rush of intense pleasure, her fingers moving expertly around her cock, lips kissing Rhaenyra's cockhead until her body was a trembling mess. The thought of it made Rhaenyra's breath hitch, her nipples tightening under the thin fabric of her dress.
She wanted it again. Gods, she wanted it so badly. The feel of Mysaria's mouth on her. Rhaenyra licked her lips absentmindedly, imagining what it would be like to have her again, to dominate her this time, to make her moan and beg beneath her. But she was a princess, and Mysaria was just a whore, a very good one, but still a whore. Rhaenyra couldn't indulge in her desires whenever she pleased. She had duties, appearances to keep. Even now, she was stuck here, pretending to care about the ramblings of a pious Septa.
A soft sigh from beside her pulled Rhaenyra from her reverie. Alicent. Her dear friend sat beside her, just as bored, her hair tied back neatly, her lips parted slightly as she stifled a yawn. They exchanged a glance, and for a moment, Rhaenyra was grateful for her presence. At least she wasn't suffering alone.
As the Septa continued her endless lecture, Rhaenyra leaned closer to Alicent, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is unbearable, isn't it?"
Alicent glanced at her, her green eyes shining with the same frustration. "Completely. I'd rather be mucking out the stables."
Rhaenyra stifled a laugh. "I can't stop thinking about what happened three nights ago," she said, letting her words hang in the air, suggestive enough to stir curiosity. Alicent's brow furrowed slightly.
"Three nights ago?"
Rhaenyra smiled, a sly curve of her lips. "Oh, nothing. Just... an interesting encounter. Someone showed me a few things I'd never experienced before." Her voice was low, almost teasing, as if she were sharing a secret only they could understand.
Alicent blushed, her cheeks coloring the faintest pink. "Rhaenyra, you shouldn't talk like that," she whispered, though the hint of interest in her voice was unmistakable. "Especially not here. The Seven might strike us down!"
Rhaenyra leaned closer, her breath warm against Alicent's ear. "Let them try. I think you'd like to know what I learned. It's... quite enlightening."
For the last two days, Rhaenyra had made sure to apply what Mysaria had taught her on Alicent, touching her skin occasionally; when she kissed her lips, she made sure to take her breath away, and sometimes she squeezed her breasts through the dress to make her moan. Rhaenyra knew what she was doing was working since Alicent was more and more willing to let her do what she wanted.
Alicent's body tensed slightly, but she didn't move away. Rhaenyra could see the confusion flicker in her friend's eyes, mingled with a curiosity that Alicent didn't seem able to hide. Rhaenyra's hand slipped under the table, resting on Alicent's thigh, fingers grazing the fabric of her dress. She felt Alicent stiffen beneath her touch.
"Rhaenyra," Alicent whispered, her voice shaky, but not pulling away. "What in seven hells are you doing?"
"Shh," Rhaenyra whispered back, her fingers tracing slow circles on Alicent's thigh. "I'm just showing you what I've learned. Knowledge is power, isn't that what your father always says?"
Alicent swallowed hard, her breath catching. "We can't... not here. The Septa will see!"
"Why not?" Rhaenyra's smile widened, her hand sliding higher up Alicent's leg, teasing her through the fabric. "Don't you trust me? Besides, that old crone is as blind as she is dull."
Alicent's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her lips parting in a silent gasp. Rhaenyra's touch was light, barely there, but the intent behind it was clear. She watched as Alicent's resolve wavered, the tension in her shoulders giving way to something else. Desire, maybe. Confusion, definitely.
"I—of course I trust you," Alicent murmured, her voice almost too soft to hear. "But... we're friends. This isn't... proper."
"And what's wrong with that?" Rhaenyra purred, her hand moving further up, dangerously close to the heat between Alicent's thighs. "Friends can have a little fun, can't they? Besides, when have I ever cared about being proper?"
Alicent's breath hitched again, and Rhaenyra could see the internal struggle playing out on her face. Her friend's innocence was her greatest weakness, and Rhaenyra intended to exploit it. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Alicent's ear. "I could make you feel so good," she whispered, her voice thick with promise. "Like no one ever has."
Alicent shuddered beneath her touch, but still, she didn't pull away. Her breath was coming quicker now, and Rhaenyra knew she was close to breaking. "You just have to trust me, Alicent," she said softly, her hand slipping even higher, pressing against the heat radiating from between her friend's legs.
Alicent gasped, her hips twitching involuntarily as Rhaenyra's fingers brushed over her clothed pussy. "Rhaenyra, please," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, her body betraying her true feelings.
"Please, what?" Rhaenyra whispered back, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to keep going? To show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams?"
Alicent didn't answer at first, her breath coming in shallow, quick bursts. But then, so softly Rhaenyra almost didn't hear it, Alicent whispered, "Don't stop. Show me everything."
Rhaenyra grinned, her victory sealed. "Oh, my sweet Alicent," she purred, her fingers increasing their pressure. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."
As Rhaenyra's skilled fingers began their delicious work, Alicent bit her lip to stifle a moan. The Septa droned on, oblivious to the sinful acts taking place right under her nose.
The Septa's monotonous voice droned on, filling the Sept with tales of devotion to the Seven. "And in those days, the people's love for the Seven was so great, they would travel for months just to visit the grandest septs..."
Rhaenyra tuned out the tedious lecture, her focus entirely on Alicent beside her. Her nimble fingers worked at the laces of Alicent's dress hem, slowly loosening them with practiced ease. Alicent's breath hitched, her eyes darting nervously around the room.
"Rhaenyra," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What if someone sees?"
Rhaenyra smirked, her fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric. "Then they'll get quite an education, won't they?" she purred, her hand sliding up Alicent's thigh.
As her fingers reached Alicent's pussy, Rhaenyra's eyes widened in delighted surprise. She leaned in close, her lips brushing Alicent's ear. "My, my... someone's excited. You're absolutely soaking, sweet Alicent."
A soft whimper escaped Alicent's lips, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "I... I can't help it," she breathed, her hips shifting slightly, seeking more contact.
Rhaenyra's grin widened as she slowly traced her fingers along Alicent's wet slit. "Shh," she cautioned, nodding towards the oblivious Septa. "Remember where we are. Wouldn't want to scandalize the old crone, would we?"
Alicent bit her lip hard, trying to stifle a moan as Rhaenyra's skilled fingers found her clit. "Gods, Rhaenyra," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing to me?"
"Showing you the true meaning of worship," Rhaenyra whispered back, her index finger circling Alicent's entrance teasingly. "Are you ready to pray at my altar, Alicent?"
Before Alicent could respond, Rhaenyra pushed her finger inside, reveling in the wet heat of Alicent's cunt. Alicent's whole body tensed, a strangled gasp catching in her throat.
"Fuck," Alicent hissed, her eyes squeezing shut as pleasure coursed through her.
Rhaenyra chuckled softly, her finger moving in and out with agonizing slowness. "Such language, Lady Alicent. What would your septa say?"
"S-stop teasing," Alicent pleaded, her hips rocking subtly against Rhaenyra's hand.
"As you wish," Rhaenyra purred, adding a second finger and curling them just so, hitting that spot Mysaria had taught her about.
Alicent's reaction was immediate. Her back arched slightly, a low moan building in her throat. Rhaenyra quickly pressed her free hand to Alicent's mouth, muffling the sound.
"Careful now," Rhaenyra warned, her voice laced with amusement. "We wouldn't want to interrupt this fascinating lesson on the Seven's history, would we?"
Alicent shook her head, her eyes wide and glazed with pleasure. Rhaenyra removed her hand from Alicent's mouth, replacing it with her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It was the perfect way to swallow Alicent's moans as Rhaenyra's fingers worked their magic.
The Septa's voice faded into the background as Rhaenyra focused entirely on Alicent's pleasure. She could feel her friend's walls tightening around her fingers, knew she was close to the edge.
"That's it," Rhaenyra murmured against Alicent's lips. "Let go for me. Show me how much you love the Seven."
Alicent's body trembled, her hips jerking erratically as her orgasm washed over her. Rhaenyra held her close, kissing her deeply to muffle her cries of ecstasy.
As Alicent came down from her high, Rhaenyra slowly withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips and licking them clean with a wicked grin. "Delicious," she purred. "I think I've found my new favorite form of worship."
Alicent stared at her, chest heaving, a mix of shock and arousal in her eyes. "Rhaenyra," she breathed. "That was..."
"Just the beginning," Rhaenyra finished for her, her eyes glinting with promise. "Meet me in the godswood after this dreadful sermon. I have so much more to teach you about the pleasures of the flesh."
Alicent nodded, still dazed from her intense orgasm. As the Septa droned on about the virtues of the Seven, Rhaenyra sat back in her seat, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She had corrupted the innocent Alicent, and oh, how sweet the corruption tasted. The godswood awaited, and with it, countless more opportunities to explore the depths of their newfound connection.
Later
The next two hours crawled by at an agonizing pace for Alicent. After the Septa's lesson, she had hurriedly excused herself, mumbling something about needing to study. It was a blatant lie, of course. The only thing Alicent could focus on was the lingering sensation of Rhaenyra's fingers inside her, the earth-shattering orgasm that had rocked her to her very core.
As she walked through the castle halls, her legs still trembling slightly, Alicent's mind raced. The ghost of Rhaenyra's touch haunted her, sending shivers down her spine with every step. She could still feel the wetness between her thighs, a constant reminder of her moment of weakness.
"Gods," Alicent muttered to herself, ducking into an alcove and leaning against the cool stone wall. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. "What have I done?"
The realization of how she had behaved hit her like a punch to the gut. She had orgasmed like a common whore, right there in the Sept, with the Septa mere feet away. The thought sent a wave of dread through her body, mixing sickeningly with the lingering arousal. She knew she and Rhaenyra had kissed quite often, and she knew that was wrong, but Alicent loved being kissed by the Princess, but this was something new, they had never done anything close to this.
"This isn't how a lady acts," Alicent whispered, her voice trembling. "This isn't... proper."
But even as she admonished herself, Alicent couldn't deny the pleasure she had experienced. Rhaenyra had played her body like a finely tuned instrument, coaxing sounds and sensations from her that she never knew existed. The memory alone was enough to make her thighs clench involuntarily.
Guilt and desire warred within her as she made her way to her father's chambers. She needed to confess, to unburden herself of this terrible, wonderful secret. Surely her father, the Hand of the King, would know what to do. He could put an end to this madness before it spiraled out of control.
Alicent knocked on the heavy wooden door, her heart pounding in her chest. "Enter," came her father's gruff voice from within.
She stepped into the room, finding Otto Hightower hunched over his desk, surrounded by scrolls and ledgers. He looked up as she entered, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Alicent? What brings you here at this hour?"
Alicent opened her mouth, ready to spill everything. The words were there, on the tip of her tongue. 'Father, Rhaenyra touched me. She made me feel things I've never felt before. I liked it. I'm scared. Help me.'
But as her father's piercing gaze met hers, something stopped her. The words died in her throat, replaced by an entirely different set of syllables.
"I... I was wondering when Mother might visit next," Alicent heard herself say, the lie slipping out effortlessly. "It's been so long since we've seen her."
Otto's expression softened slightly, though a hint of confusion remained. "Your mother? Well, I'm not certain. Perhaps in a few months, when the weather improves. Is that all you wanted to ask about?"
Alicent nodded, not trusting herself to speak further. She couldn't understand why she hadn't told him the truth. Why was she protecting Rhaenyra? Protecting herself?
"Is there anything else..."
Alicent stood nervously in her father's chambers, fidgeting with the sleeve of her dress as Otto Hightower's piercing gaze bore into her. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words.
"Alicent," Otto finally said, his voice tinged with concern. "You seem... distracted. Is everything alright?"
Alicent's heart raced. This was her chance to confess, to spill everything about Rhaenyra and their illicit encounter in the Sept. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, the words catching in her throat.
"I... I'm fine, Father," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Otto's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you certain? You know you can tell me anything, child. Has someone upset you? Perhaps that Targaryen girl?"
At the mention of Rhaenyra, Alicent felt her cheeks flush. "No! No, Rhaenyra hasn't... she's been kind to me."
"Kind, you say?" Otto mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "That's good to hear. Though one must always be cautious around Targaryens. They can be... unpredictable."
Alicent nodded, her mind racing. "Yes, Father. I'll be careful."
"See that you are," Otto said, his tone softening slightly. "Now, what was it you wanted to discuss? Surely you didn't come here just to ask about your mother's next visit."
Alicent swallowed hard, her resolve wavering. "I... I've been thinking a lot lately. About my future, about what's expected of me as a lady of the court."
Otto leaned forward, interest piqued. "Oh? And what conclusions have you drawn, my dear?"
"I'm not sure," Alicent admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "Sometimes I wonder if... if the path laid out for me is truly the right one."
Her father's expression darkened. "Alicent, you are a Hightower. Your path is clear - to bring honor to our family, to make a good match, and to uphold the traditions of the realm. I won't hear any nonsense about straying from that path. Do you understand?"
Alicent felt a chill run down her spine at her father's stern words. "Yes, Father. I understand."
Otto's face softened slightly. "Good girl. Now, is there anything else troubling you? Anything at all you wish to tell me?"
For a moment, Alicent teetered on the brink of confession. But Rhaenyra's face flashed in her mind, and she found herself shaking her head. "No, Father. That's all. Thank you for your time."
As she turned to leave, Otto called out once more. "Alicent?"
She paused at the door, her hand on the handle. "Yes, Father?"
"Remember who you are," he said, his voice firm. "A Hightower. A lady of the court. Don't let anyone or anything lead you astray."
Alicent nodded, unable to meet her father's eyes. "I won't forget, Father. I promise."
With that, she slipped out of the room, her father's words echoing in her ears even as Rhaenyra's invitation to the godswood burned in her mind. The conflict between duty and desire raged within her, but as her feet carried her towards the sacred grove, Alicent knew which one was winning.
'Meet me in the godswood.'
Alicent's breath caught in her throat. She should ignore it. She should go to her chambers, lock the door, and pray to the Seven for forgiveness. That's what a proper lady would do.
But Alicent found her feet moving of their own accord, carrying her towards the godswood. Her heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She knew this was wrong, knew she should turn back. But the memory of Rhaenyra's touch, the promise of more pleasure to come, was too strong to resist.
As she approached the entrance to the godswood, Alicent paused, taking a deep breath. This was her last chance to turn back, to be the good, obedient daughter she was supposed to be.
"Seven help me," she whispered, then stepped into the sacred grove.
The godswood was eerily quiet, the ancient trees looming overhead like silent sentinels. Alicent moved cautiously, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of Rhaenyra.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come," a familiar voice purred from behind her.
Alicent spun around, her heart leaping into her throat. There stood Rhaenyra, leaning casually against a massive weirwood tree, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
"I... I shouldn't be here," Alicent stammered, even as her body betrayed her, moving closer to Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra pushed off from the tree, closing the distance between them. "And yet, here you are," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Did you enjoy our little lesson earlier?"
Alicent felt her cheeks burn. "Rhaenyra, we can't... what we did was wrong. It's not proper."
Rhaenyra laughed, the sound sending shivers down Alicent's spine. "Oh, my sweet, innocent Alicent. Who decides what's proper? The Septas? The lords? Fuck them all."
She reached out, cupping Alicent's face in her hands. "Tell me you didn't enjoy it. Tell me you haven't been thinking about my fingers inside you for the past two hours."
Alicent's breath hitched, her body responding instantly to Rhaenyra's words. "I... I can't," she whispered.
"That's what I thought," Rhaenyra grinned, leaning in close. "Now, shall we continue your education?"
Before Alicent could respond, Rhaenyra's lips were on hers, hot and demanding. Any last shred of resistance melted away as Alicent surrendered to the kiss, her arms wrapping around Rhaenyra's neck.
Rhaenyra backed her up against the weirwood tree, her hands roaming Alicent's body with unrestrained desire. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never imagined," she murmured against Alicent's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
Alicent moaned, her head falling back against the tree. "Rhaenyra, please," she gasped, not even sure what she was begging for.
"Please what?" Rhaenyra teased, her hand sliding up Alicent's thigh. "Tell me what you want, Alicent."
Alicent's mind raced. This was her last chance to stop this, to be the proper lady she was raised to be. But as Rhaenyra's fingers ghosted over her center, still sensitive from earlier, Alicent knew she was lost.
"Touch me," she breathed, throwing caution to the wind. "Make me yours."
Rhaenyra's eyes darkened with lust. "As you wish, my lady," she purred, hitching up Alicent's skirts.
As Rhaenyra's fingers found her wet heat once more, Alicent let out a low moan. The godswood, the Sept, her father's chambers... all of it faded away. In that moment, there was only Rhaenyra, and the exquisite pleasure she offered.
