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Alicent's stomach churned as she watched Rhaenyra's hand casually brush against Jessamyn's arm, the redhead's cheeks flushing as pink as the sunset. The Princess leaned in close to whisper something that made both ladies giggle, her lips practically grazing Laena's ear. The familiar ache between Alicent's thighs betrayed her, even as rage and hurt warred in her chest.
The memory of that night in the Godswood flooded back - Rhaenyra's hot breath on her neck, strong hands hiking up her skirts, the rough bark of the weirwood against her back as the Princess's thick cock stretched her virgin cunt. The shame of how desperately she'd moaned, how eagerly she'd spread her legs for her best friend, still made her cheeks burn weeks later.
"Alicent." The gravelly voice startled her from her reverie. She turned to find Gwayne, her heart clenching at the sight of the angry red scar that marred his once-handsome face. It ran from temple to jaw, a permanent reminder of Prince Daemon's "accident" during the tourney.
"Brother," she forced a smile. "You startled me."
"Father requests your presence." His good eye studied her carefully. "Were you watching the Princess again?"
"I was simply lost in thought," Alicent said primly, smoothing her skirts. "Tell Father I'll be there shortly."
The walk to Otto Hightower's chambers felt endless. Each step echoed her mounting dread that somehow he knew - knew how she'd surrendered her virtue to the Princess, knew how she'd dreamed of marriage and forever with a dragon who only wanted to consume her.
Otto sat behind his desk, fingers steepled as she entered. "Daughter. Sit."
"Father." She perched delicately on the edge of the chair, hands folded in her lap.
"What have you been occupying yourself with these past weeks?" His piercing gaze made her feel stripped bare. "You seem... distracted lately."
"I've been quite busy with my duties," she deflected carefully. "The tourney preparations required much attention."
"Indeed." He paused. "I've noticed you and the Princess are not as... close as you once were. Has something occurred between you?"
Alicent's heart thundered. "Of course not, Father. We're still dear friends. Perhaps our duties simply keep us occupied with different matters now that she's been named heir."
"Hmm." He clearly didn't believe her but changed tack. "And the King? You've been spending time with him?"
"Yes, just yesterday we walked the gardens together. He seems to appreciate the company, especially since Queen Aemma's confinement."
Otto's eyes gleamed with approval. "Good. Very good. I would encourage you to continue being... available to His Grace. He needs gentle companionship in these trying times."
The implication in his words made her skin crawl, even as she nodded demurely. Through the window, she caught a glimpse of Rhaenyra leading Laena and Jessamyn toward a secret place of the garden, their laughter carrying on the wind. Her chest constricted painfully.
"You may go," Otto dismissed her. "But Alicent? Remember who you are. A lady of House Hightower has certain... obligations. Certain standards to uphold."
"Yes, Father." She rose gracefully, though her legs felt weak.
As she closed the door behind her, a servant girl hurried past - Sara, she realized with a jolt. The same Sara she'd caught choking on Rhaenyra's cock many days ago, she wouldn't be surprised if Rhaenyra had invited her into her bed again, and this time she had not stop in just fucking her throat.
Alicent pressed her thighs together, fighting the shameful wetness gathering there even as tears pricked her eyes. She was a lady of House Hightower. She had been raised to bring honor to her family. But gods help her; she'd let a dragon consume her heart, and now she was burning from the inside out.
She watched Sara disappear around the corner, no doubt heading to whatever rendezvous Rhaenyra had arranged. The Princess collected beautiful things like trinkets, used them until she grew bored, then moved on to the next shiny bauble that caught her eye. Alicent had been a fool to think she'd be different.
"Brother's right," she whispered to herself, touching the jade pendant at her throat - her mother's last gift before the fever took her. "Dragons don't love. They only know how to destroy."
Her father's words about the King echoed in her mind. Perhaps it was time to be the proper lady she was raised to be. To focus on bringing true honor to her house, not chasing impossible dreams of happiness with a dragon who would never be satisfied with just one woman to warm her bed.
Still, as she made her way back to her chambers, Alicent couldn't help remembering how tenderly Rhaenyra had kissed her that night in the Godswood, how the Princess had whispered that she was beautiful, perfect, precious. The memory of those sweet lies burned worse than the shame of spreading her legs like a common whore.
She paused at a window, watching Rhaenyra's distinctive silver-gold hair glinting in the distance as she led her latest conquests toward whatever debauchery she had planned. The Princess turned, as if sensing her gaze, and for a moment their eyes met across the courtyard. Rhaenyra's lips curved in that familiar smirk that used to make Alicent's heart race. Now it just made her feel hollow.
"Lady Alicent?" A servant approached tentatively. "The King has requested your company for the evening meal."
She straightened her spine, lifted her chin. She was a lady of House Hightower. She knew her duty.
"Please inform His Grace that I would be honored," she replied smoothly, even as her heart shattered in her chest. Let Rhaenyra have her harem of noble ladies and servant girls. Alicent would do what she was raised to do - bring honor to her house, no matter the personal cost.
As she followed the servant toward the royal apartments, she remembered her face one more time.
"Goodbye, my love," she whispered, touching the jade pendant once more. Then she squared her shoulders and walked away, leaving her heart to burn in a dragon's flames.
Before - Rhaenyra
Rhaenyra felt Laena's delicate fingers tracing the intricate patterns on her new gown, the silk smooth against her skin. The dress was a masterpiece of Myrish craftsmanship, deep crimson with black accents - the colors of House Targaryen. As Laena's hands moved across her back, fastening the last few clasps, Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that Alicent wasn't here for this moment.
"Are you alright, my princess?" Laena's soft voice broke through her thoughts.
Rhaenyra turned, forcing a smile. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
Laena's eyes, the color of a stormy sea, searched her face. "You seemed... distant for a moment."
Instead of answering, Rhaenyra leaned in, capturing Laena's lips in a searing kiss. The Velaryon girl responded eagerly, her hands tangling in Rhaenyra's silver-gold hair. As they broke apart, breathless, a fleeting thought crossed Rhaenyra's mind - should she seek out Alicent? Apologize for her recent behavior?
But as quickly as the thought came, she dismissed it. She was the heir to the Iron Throne now. If anyone should be apologizing, it was Alicent. The Hightower girl should be honored to have caught the eye of the future queen.
"My princess," Laena murmured, her hand sliding down Rhaenyra's body to palm the growing bulge in her dress. "Shall we...?"
Rhaenyra groaned, her cock hardening at Laena's touch. "Gods, yes-"
A sharp knock at the door interrupted them. "Rhaenyra?" It was her mother's voice. "Everyone is waiting for you, sweetling. It's time."
Rhaenyra cursed under her breath, reluctantly stepping away from Laena. "We'll continue this later," she promised with a wink.
Smoothing down her dress and checking her reflection one last time, Rhaenyra took a deep breath. This was it
.
.
The doors to the throne room swung open, and Rhaenyra strode forward with all the confidence of her Targaryen ancestors. The hall fell silent, all eyes upon her as she approached the Iron Throne. Her father, King Viserys, stood before it, a small crown of Valyrian steel resting in his hands.
As she reached him, Rhaenyra knelt, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt the weight of the crown as Viserys placed it upon her brow, and a rush of exhilaration flooded through her veins.
"Rise, Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen," her father's voice rang out, strong and clear. "Heir to the Iron Throne and future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."
Rhaenyra stood, turning to face the assembled lords and ladies of Westeros. A sea of faces stared back at her - some in awe, others in barely concealed displeasure. But as her father's proclamation echoed through the hall, they all began to kneel, some faster than others.
"Long live Princess Rhaenyra!" The cry went up, filling the throne room.
Rhaenyra's eyes swept over the crowd, drinking in their submission. Her gaze lingered for a moment on Alicent, who knelt beside her father, her face a mask of carefully controlled emotion. For a fleeting second, their eyes met, and Rhaenyra felt a twinge of... something. Regret? Longing? But she pushed it aside. This was her moment, and she wouldn't let anyone - not even Alicent - diminish it.
As the formal ceremony concluded, the great hall was transformed for the feast. Rhaenyra sat at the high table, watching as the nobles of Westeros drank and danced and made merry in her honor. The wine flowed freely, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and sweet perfumes.
As the feast continued, Rhaenyra found her eyes drawn back to Jessamyn Redfort time and again. The redhead's beauty was like a flame in the crowded hall, drawing the princess's attention no matter where she looked. Finally, unable to resist any longer, Rhaenyra made her way back to where Jessamyn stood with Lady Jeyne Arryn.
"My ladies," Rhaenyra purred as she approached, her violet eyes gleaming with mischief. "I do hope you're enjoying the festivities."
Jessamyn's face lit up at the sight of the princess. "Oh, very much so, Your Highness. The music is divine."
Jeyne, more reserved, simply nodded. "Indeed, Princess Rhaenyra. It's a night to remember."
Rhaenyra's gaze lingered on Jessamyn, drinking in the sight of her. The redhead's gown, a deep forest green, clung to her curves in all the right places. "Lady Jessamyn," Rhaenyra said, her voice lowering to a sultry tone, "would you honor me with a dance?"
Jessamyn's eyes widened, a blush creeping up her neck. "I... of course, Your Highness. It would be my pleasure."
Jeyne shifted uncomfortably beside them, her eyes darting between Rhaenyra and Jessamyn. The princess noticed and smiled sweetly at the Lady of the Eyrie. "Perhaps you'll join us for the next dance, Lady Jeyne? I'd hate for you to feel left out."
Before Jeyne could respond, Rhaenyra had taken Jessamyn's hand and led her to the dance floor. As they began to move to the music, Rhaenyra pulled Jessamyn close, their bodies pressed together.
"You move beautifully, my lady," Rhaenyra murmured, her breath hot against Jessamyn's ear. "I wonder if you're this graceful in... other activities."
Jessamyn's breath hitched, her fingers tightening on Rhaenyra's shoulder. "Your Highness, you shouldn't say such things..."
"And why not?" Rhaenyra's hand slid lower on Jessamyn's back, dangerously close to the curve of her ass. "I'm to be queen. I can say whatever I like."
As they twirled across the floor, hidden from prying eyes by the other dancers, Rhaenyra's thigh pressed between Jessamyn's legs. The redhead gasped, her hips involuntarily grinding against Rhaenyra.
"My, my," Rhaenyra chuckled, her voice low and husky. "Eager, aren't we?"
Jessamyn's face was flushed, her eyes dark with desire. "Princess, we shouldn't... Jeyne..."
"Is watching us right now," Rhaenyra finished for her, glancing over Jessamyn's shoulder to where Jeyne stood, her face a mix of jealousy and intrigue. "And I think she likes what she sees."
Jessamyn turned her head slightly, catching Jeyne's eye. The Lady of the Eyrie didn't look away, her gaze intense as she watched her lover dance with the princess.
"She's curious," Jessamyn whispered, turning back to Rhaenyra. "I can see it in her eyes."
Rhaenyra's smile was predatory. "Then perhaps we should give her something to be curious about."
With that, she spun Jessamyn out, then pulled her back in sharply. As Jessamyn crashed against her chest, Rhaenyra's hand "accidentally" brushed against the side of her breast. Jessamyn's sharp intake of breath was music to Rhaenyra's ears.
"Your Highness," Jessamyn breathed, her voice trembling. "You're playing a dangerous game."
Rhaenyra leaned in, her lips brushing against Jessamyn's ear. "I am a dragon, my lady. Danger is in my blood."
As the dance continued, their touches became bolder, hidden from view by the swirling skirts of their gowns. Rhaenyra's hand skimmed along Jessamyn's thigh, while Jessamyn's fingers traced tantalizing patterns on the small of Rhaenyra's back.
"Tell me," Rhaenyra murmured, her voice thick with desire, "what does Lady Jeyne do that makes you cry out in the night? Does she use her fingers? Her tongue?"
Jessamyn whimpered softly, her body trembling against Rhaenyra's. "Both," she whispered, her inhibitions lowered by the wine and the princess's intoxicating presence. "She... she knows just how to touch me."
Rhaenyra's grip tightened possessively. "I bet I could make you scream louder," she growled. "Would you like that, my lady? To feel a dragon's touch?"
Before Jessamyn could respond, the music came to an end. They stood there for a moment, bodies pressed together, breathing heavily. Then, slowly, they separated.
"Thank you for the dance, Your Highness," Jessamyn said, her voice shaky.
Rhaenyra brought Jessamyn's hand to her lips, placing a lingering kiss on her knuckles. "The pleasure was all mine, Lady Jessamyn. Though I hope it won't be our last... dance."
As they made their way back to where Jeyne was waiting, Rhaenyra could feel the heat of the other woman's gaze. Jeyne's eyes were dark, her cheeks flushed - whether from anger or arousal, Rhaenyra couldn't quite tell.
"Lady Jeyne," Rhaenyra said smoothly, "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your lovely companion for a dance."
Jeyne's voice was carefully controlled as she replied, "Not at all, Your Highness. I trust Jessamyn enjoyed herself?"
Jessamyn, still flustered from the dance, simply nodded.
Later
Princess Rhaenyra led Lady Jeyne Arryn down a dimly lit corridor, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. The two women exchanged furtive glances, a mix of excitement and nervousness passing between them. As they reached a heavy wooden door, Rhaenyra placed her hand on the ornate handle, pausing for a moment before pushing it open.
The chamber beyond was bathed in soft candlelight, casting flickering shadows across the luxurious furnishings. As they stepped inside, both women's eyes were immediately drawn to the figure lounging on a plush chaise lounge - Lady Jesamyn, her lithe form barely concealed by a sheer silk robe that left little to the imagination.
Jeyne let out a small gasp, her cheeks flushing crimson as she turned to Rhaenyra. "Your Grace, I... I apologize, I had no idea-" she stammered, but the princess cut her off with a sly smile.
"No need for apologies, my dear Jeyne," Rhaenyra purred, her voice low and husky. "This is all part of our plan."
Confusion flickered across Jeyne's face. "Plan? What plan?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Before she could say more, Rhaenyra stepped behind her, pressing her body flush against Jeyne's back. The princess's arms snaked around Jeyne's waist, pulling her close. Jeyne's breath hitched as she felt something hard pressing against her ass through the layers of their gowns.
Rhaenyra's lips brushed against Jeyne's ear, her hot breath sending shivers down the other woman's spine. "The plan, sweet Jeyne," she whispered, "is for you to join us in some... fun."
As if on cue, Jesamyn rose from the chaise lounge, her movements fluid and graceful as she glided across the room. She stopped in front of Jeyne, her eyes dark with desire as she cupped the other woman's face in her hands.
Before Jeyne could process what was happening, Jesamyn's lips were on hers, soft and insistent. The kiss was deep and passionate, Jesamyn's tongue expertly exploring Jeyne's mouth as years of familiarity guided her movements.
Behind her, Rhaenyra began to grind her hips against Jeyne's ass, the hard length of her cock rubbing up and down through the fabric of their gowns. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through Jeyne's body, and she found herself arching back into the touch even as she returned Jesamyn's kiss with equal fervor.
Rhaenyra's hands roamed over Jeyne's body, caressing her curves through the thick fabric of her gown. Her fingers trailed teasingly along the sides of Jeyne's breasts before sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her more firmly against Rhaenyra's throbbing member.
Jesamyn broke the kiss, leaving Jeyne panting and dizzy with desire. The two lovers locked eyes, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, with a mischievous grin, Jesamyn began to unlace the front of Jeyne's gown, her nimble fingers making quick work of the intricate fastenings.
As the heavy fabric fell away, revealing Jeyne's pale, smooth skin, Rhaenyra let out a low growl of approval. Her hands immediately sought out Jeyne's newly exposed flesh, palming her breasts and teasing her already hardened nipples.
Jeyne moaned, her head falling back against Rhaenyra's shoulder as pleasure coursed through her body. She felt overwhelmed by the sensations - Jesamyn's lips trailing hot kisses down her neck, Rhaenyra's hands exploring her body, and the insistent pressure of the princess's cock against her ass.
"Do you want this, Jeyne?" Rhaenyra whispered in her ear, her voice thick with lust. "Do you want us to fuck you?"
Jeyne's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - desire, nervousness, excitement, and a touch of guilt. But as Jesamyn's hand slipped between her thighs, cupping her sex through the thin fabric of her smallclothes, all coherent thought fled.
"Yes," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Gods, yes, I want it."
A triumphant smile spread across Rhaenyra's face as she spun Jeyne around to face her. Without hesitation, she claimed Jeyne's lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep as she tasted the other woman for the first time.
As they kissed, Jesamyn worked to remove the rest of Jeyne's clothing, leaving her completely bare between the two other women. Jeyne shivered, partly from the cool air on her heated skin and partly from the intensity of their gazes as they drank in the sight of her nude form.
Rhaenyra stepped back, her eyes raking over Jeyne's body appreciatively. "Beautiful," she murmured, her hands already working to remove her own gown.
As the princess disrobed, Jeyne's eyes widened at the sight of Rhaenyra's impressive cock, standing proud and erect between her legs. It was long and thick, the head glistening with pre-cum in the candlelight.
Jesamyn, now also completely naked, pressed herself against Jeyne's back, her hands coming around to cup Jeyne's breasts. "We're going to make you feel so good, my love," she whispered, pinching Jeyne's nipples and eliciting a sharp gasp.
Jeyne turned, capturing Jessamyn's lips in a passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed together, hands roaming over familiar curves. Rhaenyra felt a stirring deep within her as she watched the lovers' intimate dance.
Breaking the kiss, Jessamyn's gaze locked onto Rhaenyra. A coy smile played across her lips as she took in the princess's impressive endowment. "I believe it's time we paid some attention to our royal guest, wouldn't you agree?"
Jeyne nodded, dark eyes smoldering with desire. The two women knelt before her, drinking in the sight of her magnificent cock.
"By the Seven," Jessamyn breathed, "I never thought I'd say this about a cock, but yours looks absolutely delicious, Princess."
She leaned forward, letting Rhaenyra's length rest across her face from chin to forehead. The warmth and weight of it sent shivers down her spine. Jeyne wasted no time, her pink tongue darting out to trace along the impressive shaft.
Rhaenyra's head fell back, a low moan escaping her throat as both women began lavishing attention on her throbbing member. "Oh gods, Jeyne... Jessamyn..." she gasped, fingers tangling in their hair.
The lovers worked in tandem, licking and kissing along Rhaenyra's length. Their lips would meet, sharing passionate kisses with the princess's cock trapped between them. The sight was intoxicating.
"Is this truly your first time pleasuring a woman like me?" Rhaenyra asked breathlessly, scarcely able to believe their skill.
Jessamyn giggled, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through Rhaenyra's body. "With a cock? Oh yes, but we're quick learners." With that, she parted her lips and took five inches of Rhaenyra's length into her warm, wet mouth.
"Fuuuck," Rhaenyra groaned, hips instinctively thrusting forward. Jessamyn moaned around her, the sound muffled by the thick shaft filling her mouth.
Not to be outdone, Jeyne focused her attention on Rhaenyra's heavy balls, lavishing them with kisses and gentle sucks. Her tongue danced along the exposed portion of the shaft, working in harmony with Jessamyn's eager mouth.
After several blissful minutes, Jessamyn pulled back with a gasp. Saliva glistened on her lips as she caught her breath. "Your turn, my love," she purred to Jeyne.
Lady Arryn rose to the challenge, determination glinting in her eyes. She took a deep breath before engulfing Rhaenyra's cock. Inch by inch disappeared between her lips until she had taken six before hitting her limit.
"Seven hells," Rhaenyra panted, legs trembling from the intense sensations.
Jessamyn stroked Jeyne's hair lovingly. "Well done, darling. But I think we can do better, don't you?"
A competitive spark ignited between the two women. Jeyne nodded, releasing Rhaenyra's length with a wet 'pop'.
"First one to take all nine inches wins," Jessamyn declared with a wicked grin. "What do you say, Princess? Care to be the judge of our little contest?"
Rhaenyra could only nod, utterly entranced by these two insatiable women. Her cock twitched in anticipation, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Jessamyn went first, relaxing her throat as she took Rhaenyra's impressive length. Six inches... seven... She gagged slightly but pressed on, determined to conquer all nine.
Jeyne watched intently, absently stroking Rhaenyra's thighs. When Jessamyn finally pulled back, gasping for air, she had managed an impressive eight inches.
"Beat that," she challenged breathlessly.
Jeyne's dark eyes narrowed in concentration as she leaned forward. Her lips wrapped around Rhaenyra's cock, slowly working her way down the shaft. Seven inches... eight... With a determined grunt, she pushed past her limit until her nose was buried in the soft curls at the base.
"Oh fuck, Jeyne!" Rhaenyra cried out, overwhelmed by the tight, wet heat enveloping her entire length.
Jeyne held herself there for several seconds before pulling back, triumphant. "I believe I win," she declared hoarsely.
Jessamyn pouted playfully. "I demand a rematch. But first..." Her eyes locked onto Rhaenyra's flushed face. "I think our princess is getting close. Shall we finish her together, my love?"
Jeyne nodded eagerly, and the two women set to work with renewed vigor. Their tongues danced along Rhaenyra's shaft, occasionally meeting in passionate kisses. Hands caressed her thighs and fondled her balls as they worshipped her cock with single-minded focus.
Rhaenyra's breath came in ragged gasps, her hips bucking uncontrollably. "Gods, I'm... I'm going to..."
"Give it to us, Princess," Jessamyn purred. "We want to taste you."
With a cry of ecstasy, Rhaenyra erupted. Thick ropes of cum painted the lovers' faces as they eagerly lapped at her pulsing cock. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as she emptied herself onto their waiting tongues.
When the last aftershocks had faded, Rhaenyra looked down to see Jeyne and Jessamyn sharing a deep, cum-laden kiss. The sight nearly made her hard again instantly.
"Mmm," Jessamyn hummed appreciatively. "You're right, my dear. The princess does taste divine."
Jeyne nodded in agreement, licking a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. "Indeed. Though I think we're not finished with her yet."
The two women rose gracefully, leading Rhaenyra towards the bed with hungry looks in their eyes. It was clear this night was far from over.
As they fell onto the soft sheets in a tangle of limbs, Rhaenyra silently thanked the gods for bringing these insatiable lovers into her life. She had a feeling sleep would be a distant memory by the time the sun rose.
Jessamyn's fingers trailed teasingly along Rhaenyra's length, coaxing it back to full hardness. "Now then, Princess," she purred, "which of us would you like to fuck first?"
Rhaenyra's eyes darted between the two beautiful women, torn by indecision. Jeyne solved the dilemma by capturing her lips in a searing kiss, her hand joining Jessamyn's in stroking the princess's cock.
"Why choose?" Jeyne murmured against Rhaenyra's lips. "We have all night, after all."
With a growl of desire, Rhaenyra flipped Jeyne onto her back, positioning herself between the dark-haired beauty's spread thighs. Jessamyn watched hungrily, her fingers already working between her own legs.
"Ready, my lady?" Rhaenyra asked, the tip of her cock brushing against Jeyne's slick entrance.
Jeyne nodded eagerly, wrapping her legs around Rhaenyra's waist. "Please, Princess. I need to feel you inside me."
With a smooth thrust, Rhaenyra sheathed herself to the hilt in Jeyne's tight heat. Both women cried out in pleasure, overwhelmed by the intense sensation. Rhaenyra paused, allowing Jeyne to adjust to her considerable size.
"Oh gods," Jeyne moaned, her inner walls clenching around the thick intrusion. "You feel amazing."
Rhaenyra began to move, slowly at first, savoring every inch as she withdrew almost completely before plunging back in. Jeyne's hips rose to meet each thrust, urging the princess to increase her pace.
Jessamyn watched the erotic display with rapt attention, her fingers working furiously at her clit. The sight of Rhaenyra's massive cock disappearing into her lover's pussy was intoxicating.
"Harder," Jeyne gasped, nails raking down Rhaenyra's back. "Fuck me harder, Princess!"
Rhaenyra was all too happy to oblige. She grabbed Jeyne's hips, angling them upward as she pounded into her with renewed vigor. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by breathy moans and cries of pleasure.
Jessamyn couldn't resist joining in. She straddled Jeyne's face, lowering her dripping pussy to her lover's eager mouth. Jeyne's tongue immediately went to work, lapping hungrily at Jessamyn's folds.
The redhead leaned forward, capturing Rhaenyra's lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as the princess continued her relentless assault on Jeyne's pussy.
"You're so beautiful," Jessamyn murmured, breaking the kiss to trail her lips along Rhaenyra's jaw. "I can't wait to feel that magnificent cock inside me."
Rhaenyra groaned, her hips stuttering at the thought. She could feel her release building, a familiar tension coiling in her lower belly. "I'm close," she panted.
Jeyne redoubled her efforts on Jessamyn's clit, determined to bring her lover over the edge. Her own climax was rapidly approaching, Rhaenyra's cock hitting all the right spots with each powerful thrust.
"Cum for us, Princess," Jessamyn urged, her voice husky with desire. "Fill our Jeyne with your royal seed."
With a cry of ecstasy, Rhaenyra buried herself to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of cum painted Jeyne's inner walls as the princess's hips jerked erratically. The sensation of being filled so completely pushed Jeyne over the edge, her pussy clamping down on Rhaenyra's pulsing cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Jessamyn wasn't far behind, grinding desperately against Jeyne's face as her own orgasm washed over her. The three women cried out in unison, lost in a haze of shared bliss.
As the aftershocks subsided, Rhaenyra carefully withdrew, eliciting a soft whimper from Jeyne. A trickle of cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy, and Jessamyn wasted no time in diving between her lover's legs to lap up the combined essence.
Rhaenyra watched in amazement as Jessamyn's talented tongue brought Jeyne to another small orgasm, her oversensitive body shuddering with pleasure. When she had finished her feast, Jessamyn turned to Rhaenyra with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"My turn," she purred, pushing the princess onto her back. Rhaenyra's cock was already beginning to harden again, a testament to her legendary Targaryen stamina.
Jessamyn straddled Rhaenyra's hips, positioning the princess's length at her entrance. With agonizing slowness, she sank down, taking every inch of Rhaenyra's massive cock into her tight, wet heat.
"Oh, fuck," Jessamyn moaned, her head falling back in ecstasy. "You're so big, Princess. You fill me so perfectly."
Rhaenyra's hands found Jessamyn's hips, guiding her as she began to ride the princess's cock with abandon. Jeyne, having recovered from her intense orgasms, moved to straddle Rhaenyra's face.
"I hope you don't mind, Princess," Jeyne said with a coy smile. "But I'd very much like to feel your tongue inside me."
Rhaenyra eagerly obliged, her tongue darting out to taste Jeyne's sweet nectar. She lapped hungrily at the lady's folds, relishing the unique flavor of Jeyne's arousal mixed with her own cum.
Jessamyn and Jeyne leaned forward, sharing a passionate kiss as they rode Rhaenyra's cock and face respectively. Their breasts pressed together, nipples hardening at the delicious friction.
The room was filled with the sounds and scents of their lovemaking – breathy moans, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, and the intoxicating musk of sex. Rhaenyra was in heaven, surrounded by the warmth and pleasure of these two insatiable women.
Jessamyn's pace grew frantic as she chased her release. "Oh gods, I'm close," she gasped, breaking her kiss with Jeyne. "Fuck me harder, Princess. Make me cum on your royal cock!"
Rhaenyra planted her feet on the bed, using the leverage to thrust up into Jessamyn's tight pussy. The new angle had the redhead seeing stars, crying out with each powerful stroke.
Jeyne wasn't far behind, grinding desperately against Rhaenyra's talented tongue. The princess focused her attention on Jeyne's swollen clit, sucking the sensitive bud between her lips.
With a keening wail, Jessamyn came undone. Her inner walls clamped down on Rhaenyra's cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The sight of her lover's ecstasy pushed Jeyne over the edge, her thighs trembling as she flooded Rhaenyra's eager mouth with her release.
The dual sensations of Jessamyn's pulsing pussy and Jeyne's sweet nectar were too much for Rhaenyra to bear. With a muffled cry, she erupted once more, filling Jessamyn to the brim with her hot seed.
The three women collapsed in a tangle of limbs, panting heavily as they basked in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. Soft kisses and gentle caresses were exchanged as they caught their breath.
"That was..." Jessamyn began, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of their encounter.
"Incredible," Jeyne finished for her, pressing a loving kiss to her lover's lips.
Rhaenyra couldn't help but agree. She had fucked women before, many of them, but this was her first time in bed with two other women.
"I hope you ladies aren't too tired," Rhaenyra said with a mischievous grin. "The night is still young, after all."
Jessamyn and Jeyne exchanged a look of delighted surprise. "Oh, Princess," Jessamyn purred, her hand already sliding down to stroke Rhaenyra's semi-hard cock. "We're just getting started."
Now - Rhaenyra - Six Weeks since Rhaenyra became the Heir of The Throne
Rhaenyra lounged in her father's solar, absently playing with the ruby pendant between her breasts as Viserys shuffled some papers on his desk. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, making her silver-gold hair shine.
"House Velaryon's ships were spotted this morning," Viserys announced, looking at her eyes. "They should arrive within two days."
A smirk tugged at Rhaenyra's lips as she thought of Laena. "Oh? What brings them back so soon?"
Queen Aemma stood by the window, her black mourning dress making her look even paler than usual. Her voice came out barely above a whisper, "Lord Corlys has offered Lady Laena's hand in marriage to your father."
The smirk died on Rhaenyra's face, replaced by a thunderous expression she struggled to control. "What?"
"The realm needs stability," Viserys said firmly. "And House Velaryon brings powerful ships and ancient Valyrian blood. Laena is of a suitable age..."
"Suitable age?" Rhaenyra spat, then forced herself to take a breath. She couldn't reveal why the thought of her father bedding Laena made her want to burn the whole castle down. "She's barely older than I am."
"She's nineteen, and it would be a strong alliance," Viserys replied. "Nothing is decided yet, but we must consider all options."
Rhaenyra's hands clenched into fists beneath the table, remembering how those same hands had gripped Laena's hips. "And what does Lady Laena think of this arrangement?"
"That will be discussed upon their arrival," Viserys said firmly.
The young princess rose with careful control, though rage burned in her veins. "If you'll excuse me, I should prepare to welcome our... guests."
She managed to maintain her composure until she reached her chambers, where she promptly hurled a golden goblet against the wall. The thought of her father touching what was hers... but she couldn't object without revealing exactly why she was so possessive of Laena Velaryon.
She would find a way to prevent this marriage - discretely. After all, she was a dragon, and dragons kept what they claimed.
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