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How the mighty have fallen
That is all she can really think of as she rushes across the street, facing damp weather and a burning ache in her body to head inside the less than crowded bar. It is admittedly a long shot, but beggars can’t be choosers- and tonight that is what Rhaenyra is.
The second day of her rut had wreaked havoc on her body and mind in such a way that the alpha had proudly thought not possible. In hind sight, she was a fucking moron. Of course she wasn’t prepared to go through it alone, at 27, she’d never had to before. An adventurous and somewhat promiscuous youth followed by marriage to the man she’d thought would be her permanent mate had left her entirely unequipped to deal with the harsh reality of a lonely rut. Two days of agony whilst fruitlessly attempting to reign in her cock however, had cured her of that silly notion. She needed help. Badly.
So, a pained walk across the street to the nearest pub was her only hope.
The atmosphere inside the bar was the furthest thing from alluring as you could get. Some generic top 40s song played at a barely there volume as most patrons munched on fries or seemed content to drown the fatigue of the days work on a cold pint.
Rhaenyra tried to inconspicuously scout the place for a half decent prospect, but the pickings were slim. Who was she kidding though? At this point, of age and willing is all she could really hope for. It would have to be good enough.
She sat at the bar with a grimace at the ache in her pants, waiting for the bartender to notice her with some liquid courage as she worked up the nerve to approach someone. Either the middle aged beta lady at the back or blond omega guy at the booth behind her would have to do. She wasn’t particularly attracted to either, but they were the only other loners here. She was slightly more inclined towards the lady, even if she looked to be in her late forties. The guy had a douchebag look to him, but he was an omega and built as large as Harwin...no, the lady was a better choice. The only thing more pathetic than picking up a stranger in a desperate state of rut would be to go for someone who reminded her of her ex.
“Can I get you anything?”
At last the bartender had decided to do his fucking job. Looking bored out of his mind while at it.
“Shot of whisky please. Whatever you have that doesn’t taste like shit.”
She watched the look of recognition slowly materialize on his face as he caught her scent, but a slight shake of his head was all she got, until he placed a shot in front of her.
“Well shit...someone is having a worse day than mine. Here, on the house. Courtesy of a fellow alpha.”
Rhaenyra raised her glass toward him before throwing back the shot. It burned nicely as it went down, a welcome two second distraction from the other more persistent burn that crippled her. She shook her head quickly, psyching herself up before standing and focusing on the path towards beta lady what's her face. Here goes nothing .
“What are you doing?” The bartender asked, a curious frown on his face.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She replied. Frustration seeping through her pores and settling in the tight clench of her jaw.
“I wouldn’t.” He openly laughed as he leaned over to see who her target was.
“Oh fuck off. I’m desperate here.” Rhaenyra was too proud to meet his eyes, but she felt an embarrassed blush creep on her cheeks.
“Yeah...I can tell. Have you searched around though?” The bartender raised his eyebrows. He sounded even smugger than he looked and didn’t seem concerned in the slightest with antagonizing her. He was a young lad, she tried to reason with herself; with probably more looks than brains to him. Rhaenyra still kind of wanted to punch him in the face, but that was probably the rut taking over.
“Of course I did.” She muttered darkly.
“Well, look again.” He gave her a subtle nod to the left.
Rhaenyra followed his gaze toward the bathroom door closer to the entrance. Less than a second later her eyes widened as she spotted a woman coming out.
“Holy mother of fuck.” She breathed out, staggered.
She turned wide eyes back to bartender boy, who was quietly laughing to himself as he pretended to wipe the counter.
“I mean...she’ll probably turn you down, but fuck...if you’re gonna try?”
Rhaenyra had an instant change of heart and was suddenly inclined to give this smug pretty boy the biggest tip of his life. She turned around discreetly, kind of, to track the new scent straight to its source. A booth where that red haired angel had sat down, by herself.
“What's your name, kid?” She directed to the bartender, still unable to look back from the booth.
“Loras. Why?” He replied. He still sounded a bit like a prick, but Rhaenyra now couldn’t possibly care any less.”
“Loras..If this goes well, I’m matching your monthly wage next time I come over.”
The bartender looked on amused, placing two more shots in front of her.
“Great. Now start paying for these.”
Rhaenyra pulled a hundred dragon bill from her wallet and placed it on the counter.
“Thank you.” She mumbled distracted before trying not to spill the drinks as she rushed toward the booth. She was only partly successful as the dizzying scent of unmated omega hit her like a brick wall. The alpha in her was salivating even from 10 feet away.
Before she could even reach the booth, the woman suddenly turned to face her. An impeccable frown on flawless features giving way to two shocked and very wide brown eyes.
“Gods above..” The omega eyed her up and down.”It’s none of my concern, but I don’t think you should be out in public in a state like this.”
Her scent evidently had given her away. Rhaenyra should perhaps feel mortified, with clear confirmation that her scent was being well broadcast to everyone around her, but the low gravel in the woman's voice had stolen every bit of conscious thought from her mind, leaving only a blank slate of raw attraction in its place.
Clearing her throat she rushed to place the shots on the table and mustered what was left of her intelect to come up with an appropriate response.
“Probably not. It certainly wasn’t my first plan. May I sit with you?” She eyed the seat across from her with hopeful eyes. An internal chorus of please please please chiming steady in her head.
The omega took a good five seconds just studying her, before a dainty hand gestured vaguely toward the other side of the booth. “Sure. Might as well, before you keel over.”
Teasing. That was good, wasn’t it? She reasoned. The smallest most insignificant form of encouragement and Rhaenyra still felt like thanking every God she didn’t believe in.
“Thank you. I’m sorry to barge in like this. I hum...can’t pretend this is an innocent regular ‘spot someone fit and approach them’ kind of thing but-”
“No, you really can’t.” The woman’s eyes sparkled mirthfully as she drank from her glass.
Wine. Rhaenyra noticed, fully realizing the shots she brought over would not be doing her any favors.
The omega regarded her with curiosity, and the attention of her gaze directed at her had Rhaenyra desperately needing to adjust herself beneath the table.
“Why exactly are you-” The woman halted. “I’m sorry that’s rude. I haven’t gotten your name.” She finished, apologetic.
“It’s Rhaenyra. Please don’t apologize, I should have introduced myself to you first. I’m not in my best thinking state, as you can probably tell.” Rhaenyra’s voice cracked, to her humiliation, and she sipped her drink in an attempt to clear the raspiness from her own voice.
“Cheers.” The woman watched her amused. “I’m Alicent...even though you’ve yet again forgotten to ask.”
Rhaenyra gaped at the woman, Alicent - Gods what a pretty name - with an utterly devastated face. “I am so sorry. Please don’t take it too harshly, I’m an idiot.”
“I’m joking! It’s fine, Rhaenyra. You haven’t offended me too terribly.”
Rhaenyra could see herself fumbling this quickly as Alicent looked at her somewhat as she herself looked at her friends when they were wasted and acting silly.
Right, that won’t do at all. She mused, deciding to set aside her drink, pushing it to the far side of the table. No more booze tonight. She had a goal here. She needed to focus.
“I apologize anyway. I’m obviously in rut and... alone during it for the first time, which isn’t helped at all by the fact that you are quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. That doesn’t excuse it though.”
Alicent’s eyebrows rise way up and Rhaenyra spots a pink dusting of color staining her cheeks. That’s better.
“There’s a line if I ever heard one. Is this how you usually pick up women? You’re quite lucky you’re so good looking, if that’s the case.” Alicent scrunched her face as she openly made fun of? / flirted with her.
Rhaenyra tried not to swoon too hard as she noticed the prettiest indentation appear on her left cheek.
“So I have been told. Several times actually, to my great shame.”
The omega smiled. “That’s funny. You don’t look ashamed at all.”
“That’s because I’m so good looking.” Rhaenyra deadpanned.
Alicent’s laughter was infectious and Rhaenyra was at once both very proud of herself for amusing the beautiful omega and struggling hard not to stare too obviously at the exposed column of her neck.
“You have me there. That’s actually what I meant to ask you before. Why is someone like you out alone during a rut? Or at the very least not on suppressants.”
Rhaenyra sighed, leaning back against her side of the booth and trying to conjure up some way of explaining herself without sounding like a complete loser and ruining her chances with the potential rut partner.
Alicent so far hadn’t done anything to make her feel overly cautious, other than some gentle teasing at her expense; which Rhaenyra quite honestly enjoyed. Maybe the truth wouldn't be a total deal breaker.
“Well, the short answer to that I suppose- would be that I am an idiot who thought I could pull through without suppressants with zero experience. Clearly I’ve failed.”
She observed the omega for signs of reproach, but found none. Only pretty pink lips smiling softly and eyes crinkling as Alicent reached for her glass.
“Clearly.” She agreed.
“The longer, less funny answer would be..divorce. My husband and I split up officially a couple of months ago...It was a long time coming, but I didn’t feel like getting back out there immediately. I might have asked a friend for help like I used to when I was younger but...every single one of them is happily mated now.” Rhaenyra admitted. “Which is lovely of course.” She amended quickly, not wishing to come off as a selfish prick.
“Husband?” Alicent asked, surprise evident on her face. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”
Rhaenyra tensed slightly at that.
“Bisexuality is in fact a thing I’m afraid. Sorry to disappoint”
This was a sore topic. It had been an issue in her late marriage, and the omega instantly seemed to pick up on Rhaenyra's discomfort.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Alicent replied, quick to reassure. “I’m not a bigot, Rhaenyra. Though I was raised in an awfully judgmental environment, to be honest. Fell down that high horse a long time ago.”
That was an interesting bit of information. Rhaenyra toyed with not investigating further, as that seemed like a strange topic to tackle with a raging boner stealing away half of your attention. But she was curious about this omega, even under different circumstances, Rhaenyra knew she would have been.
“Is it ok if I ask?”
–
Alicent regarded her seriously for a second, weighing up the pros and cons of trauma dumping on the hot stranger trying to pick her up.
“Teenage pregnancy.” She explained, waiting for the alpha to bolt at any second. “The result of an incredibly sheltered upbringing. My father’s idea of the sex talk was... Don’t have it! Not until he found someone suitable enough for me to wed at least. My mother passed when I was still quite young and dad was my only source of information so... at 16, when my first heat struck, I was quite unprepared, to say the least. We were on a family vacation of sorts...and there was an alpha. She was 18 and the daughter of my fathers boss. A complete disaster.”
To her complete surprise, Rhaenyra remained fixed to her seat. Still radiating an alarming amount of, what Alicent could only describe as horny pheromones; but her eyes were lovely and seemed earnest.
“Why was this alpha even there?” She asked her, somewhat confused.
“It was a work thing for my father. We were never the family vacation type, but his boss invited us to his lake house so- father decided we had to go.” She sighed.
“And you got pregnant right away- Gods your father must have gone ballistic.”
Alicent finished her wine with a flourish. ”You could say that. He kicked me out.”
She uttered the words with a smile, which probably made the resentment all the more obvious. At once, Alicent was hit with a wave of comforting and protective alpha scent.
Theoretically, she should be furious. Rhaenyra had met her less than half an hour ago. It was beyond inappropriate to use your scent like this on someone you don’t claim, even barely know.
Alicent was completely aware she should shut the alpha down at once. Except- It felt so good. Felt wonderful even. Maybe the wine had made her soft, or just how long she’d gone without being comforted like this…but Alicent couldn’t help basking in it. She breathed in Rhaenyra’s scent, almost sensing her heartbeat slow as the warm thick fog of safety wrapped itself around her. Alicent could see the incensed, concerned look on Rhaenyra’s face, and she never had to work so hard to keep her hand from reaching for a near stranger.
–
Rhaenyra was sure Alicent had noticed the protective undertones creeping into her scent, but If she saw that as overstepping, she was kind enough not to mention it.
“It’s ok.” Alicent told her after a beat. “It wasn’t then.. but eventually. Some relatives on my mothers side took me in, and they were very kind. I’ve had a hard lesson on how passing judgment on others can affect people's lives. So, trust me when I say I don’t have any issue with you being into men and women. I'm sorry if it came out like that.”
Rhaenyra could not believe her luck. What are the odds that in her haste to find a last minute rut partner she would stumble on someone like this? Beautiful was good fortune, but gorgeous and a decent person? Downright miraculous. She could not fuck this up. “So, you have a kid?”
The loveliest smile lit up Alicent’s face as she set her elbows into the table, bringing them closer.
“Yeah..Daeron. He’s eight and a very very good kid. I had some good karma stored up I suppose.”
Rhaenyra reached for one of her hands, slowly entwining their fingers. “Bulshit.” She challenged. “If he’s good it’s because you take good care of him.”
Alicent’s gaze had shifted toward their hands. Rhaenyra traced idle shapes across her palm, no longer able to stand not touching the omega in some way.
“Well, look at you.” The omega’s voice had taken on a nearly molten quality. “That’s the most flattering thing you’ve said to me all night.”
Rhaenyra took a slow deep breath, gathering some courage. If she refuses, I’ll be crushed. “Flattering enough to have you consider leaving with me?” She nearly pleaded.
“Enough to earn you a dance.” Was her response.
Rhaenyra startled, looking around the emptying bar, not a dancing pair in sight. “You wanna dance here?”
Alicent stood up from the booth, circling it to get to her side. Rhaenyra’s eyes followed her every step. Starving.
“I’m not finding another place to do it. Take it or leave it.”
—
They reach the makeshift dance floor, a nondescript low lit and empty space behind the booths. A slowish bop was on, Rhaenyra took notice but honestly couldn’t tell what song was playing if her life depended on it.
It hardly mattered, as Alicent moved in closer.
As she closes in on her, Rhaenyra takes a half step back to prevent her hard on from being pushed against the auburn haired beauty. A chivalrous move on her part, if wholy counter-intuitive.
The other woman looks down towards the visible bulge, no longer hidden beneath a table, and smirks knowingly. When brown eyes meet hers again, Rhaenyra is sure her pupils are blown, half gone at the attention.
Alicent reaches to place her arms around her neck and pushes herself flush against her.
Rhaenyra lets out a small whimper and moves on pure instinct to reach for full hips, gripping tighter than any dance required.
They start to move along with the music, the deceptively innocent looking omega making sure to rub herself gently against Rhaenyra’s groin in a discreet, but tantalizing way.
There’s no way this woman doesn’t realize what she’s doing to her. Her cock couldn’t possibly get any harder so it settles for punishing her with a dull throbbing that has Rhaenyra’s breath stuttering as she grows increasingly more desperate.
“Holding up okay?” Alicent asks with undisguised mirth in her voice.
Rhaenyra lets her head fall into the space where Alicent’s neck meets her shoulder, head shaking minutely against the other woman as her voice fails her. She’s too far gone, too lost in scent, touch and want.
“You’re so tense. Perhaps you should go home?”
The genuine sounding inquiry has Rhaenyra’s head snapping back. Eyes desperately searching the woman's face as the possibility of being denied her pleasure strikes true fear to her core. She wouldn’t...did she misread this?
Innocent brown eyes hold Rhaenyra hostage for a beat, before red-ish lips strain against a grin that is nothing short of devious.
“I’m kidding. Relax, I know what I’m doing.”
Rhaenyra almost collapses in relief as warm hands slide from the back of her neck, sneaking around her waist to press hard on her lower back, sending a cascade of shivers up and down her body.
The next roll of her hips against Rhaenyra is more purposeful and there is nothing she can do but slam her eyes shut and brace herself, forehead pressed tightly to Alicent’s temple as a low moan escapes her. “If you keep going I’m gonna..”
“Shh...I know.” The comforting gravelly sound of her voice is a delicious contrast to the rough pressure of her hips against Rhaenyra and she can’t take it for another second.
With both hands now fisting at the fabric of a satin green shirt, Rhaenyra shudders quietly against the other woman, feeling warm wetness pool inside her underwear one achy pulse at a time. Her mouth rests open and gasping against soft collarbones. “Oh fuck..” She breathes out, shaken and more than a little embarrassed.
The relief will be short lived at best, and Rhaenyra knows instantly she needs so much more. Still, it is the first touch of actual pleasure she’s felt in months.
She keeps her face buried against the other woman's neck, gently kissing the soft skin that covers her scent gland in a gesture of intimacy that shouldn’t be possible for a stranger that she picked up less than an hour ago. “Thank you.” She whispers.
With a gentle push, Alicent adds a few inches of space between them, in an effort to prevent Rhaenyra’s warm stickiness, poorly concealed by her dark jeans, to seep into her own slacks. She shoots Rhaenyra a charming smile and looks almost shy asking. “Better?”
Rhaenyra actually chuckles. Eyeing the woman before her in disbelief and wonderment. In the privacy of her own mind she’s sixteen again. Wild and naughty, high on getting away with her first tryst with a beautiful girl. “A bit, yes.” She can’t stop smiling, it’s pathetic.
She reaches for silky curls, caressing them into place behind dainty ears. “I can’t wait to return the favor.”
Surprise flashes on Alicent’s face as she regards the slightly taller woman. This near stranger alpha, who won’t stop staring at her with hopeful lilac eyes, and who is equal parts beautiful and handsome in a way Alicent feels is almost ungodly.
“You still want to?” She trails off, more out of surprise than actual bashfulness as she feels the dazed alpha return to nuzzling her neck, strong hands massaging her sides languidly .
Up to now, Alicent honestly believed she was just impulsively signing up to help an attractive alpha in need. Just a little help with a quick release to tide her over. She’d fully expected that once the fog cleared, Rhaenyra would scamper away, feeling better and even possibly mortified about the whole thing.
An encore had not been on her mind... but her sex life was admittedly in a sorry state as of late ever since she’d started at her new job. If the way Rhaenyra seemed unable to stop scenting and touching her, even after an orgasm, was any indication? This alpha might be exactly the right fit to deliver the care and attention she’d been craving for months.
“You’re not even in heat. How the fuck do you smell like this?” Alicent was pulled out of her thoughts by warm breath delightfully skimming over her unmarked scent gland.
“Hmm...like what? I can’ really tell my own scent.” She is so warm. Alicent had never been with an alpha in rut. She wondered if this was something they all shared or an exclusive feature.
“It’s..like sea breeze, but sweet. Honeycombs?”
Alicent had actually never heard it described quite like that. “Sounds nice. You like it?”
Rhaenyra’s hands were slipping dangerously. “I’m standing here in what feels like a puddle of my own cum. What do you think?”
Alicent is somewhat startled by the candid response, but not as much as when she feels a hand covertly guiding hers to feel the still swollen bulge, warm and trapped in damp denim. She gently holds her palm against it, feeling the heat and the pulse of blood. It feels like it has a heartbeat, and her omega is beyond tempted.
“Do you want to leave this place?” She finds herself muttering.
“Yes..please. I live across the street.” The alpha is suddenly very alert by her side.
“Here.” Alicent reaches for her coat, still draped across the booth. “Tie this around your waist.”
Rhaenyra accepts it gladly. “Good idea.” She mumbles.
“That’s my favorite.You’ll have to wash it before returning that to me.” She jokes.
The alpha seems to take it seriously though as she brings her hand to her lips.
“I’ll fucking buy you a new one.”
—
They rush across the street together to head inside the building. A nice boutique sort of condo with a concierge at the front with whom both Rhaenyra and Alicent silently agree to avoid making eye contact with.
Alicent steps into the elevator fully expecting to get mauled by the stunningly gorgeous alpha, but Rhaenyra remains fixed by her side and still as a statue even as the doors close. With one arm around her waist while the other held Alicent's coat strategically over her crotch.
Rhaenyra catches her staring and gives a subtle nod upwards where a state of the art security camera pointed straight at them.
"I know everyone who works here." Rhaenyra mumbles, voice breathy and strained as they lock eyes.
Alicent hums softly before giving her a cheeky little grin. "Do you want to hand over your keys? I'm not sure you'll be able to get the door under your- condition."
Rhaenyra would never admit to it, but the alpha in her preens. She's not typically one to flaunt her wealth but- every once in a while- it is nice to be a fucking Targaryen.
"That won't be necessary. You'll see."
She avoids Alicent's inquisitive gaze, straining against every instinct, until the elevator comes to a full stop. Pressing her thumb against the small digital scanner she watches realization manifest itself in the omega's expression as the doors slide open to reveal they lead directly into the spacious apartment.
"Right- I'm sorry, but I've got to ask. Are you some form of politician…or involved in criminal activity? What kind of person has their own elevator?" Alicent asks, only half joking.
"Hum...no. It's just private access, it's nice." Rhaenyra deflects.
Alicent's eyebrows raise as she takes in the space. "I can see it's nice. I've never seen anything like it."
She turns back when Rhaenyra doesn't respond to find the alpha is closer than she had been before, eyes dark and fixed at her mouth.
"You are not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" She teases.
Bright purple eyes seem to focus for a second before slipping down again. "I am. It's just- a little hard to focus right now."
Rhaenyra was vaguely aware that she was a bit off her game. Rut dumb her cousin would say. But the walk over and elevator ride had seemed to drain what was left of her composure and so as soon as Alicent smiled at her and gently tugged at her belt loop, she was off like a shot. They were alone at last and she couldn't stand to have even an inch of space between them.
They press up against each other, breathing the same air. It's a perfect fit.
Rhaenyra, half gone and with instincts on autopilot, brushes aside waves of vibrant red to expose Alicent's neck. She points to a spot just below her ear and inches closer, nose tingly with the need to reach the spot where her finger is resting on.
“Can I?” She whispers.
Alicent looks at her and Rhaenyra gets lost in the warm brown of her eyes for a moment. They’re close enough that she can see specks of gold as well. Alicent nods and tilts her head back slightly to give the alpha better access. A gesture that suggested more trust than a first time lover perhaps deserved.
Rhaenyra slowly inches forward, until her nose hovers over the unmarked spot, and inhales deeply.
Her eyes roll into the back of her head instantly and her mouth begins to water. She swallows thickly. Nothing has ever smelled as good as this, as rich, as addictive. Beneath her, Alicent whimpers softly, and Rhaenyra realizes with a start that for the first time the omega is scenting her back.
Alicent almost can't believe she's allowing this to happen, it's just not in her nature to be so forward so fast. But as she softly brushes her nose against Rhaenyra's neck and feels the alpha break into shivers against her, the pull between them can't be denied.
Directly at the source, it’s easier to make out the different layers of Rhaenyra’s scent. But one of them is overpowering and right at the forefront. Need. That’s what she smells, with a fast dwindling hint of restraint.
She licks her lips and places an open-mouthed kiss on the spot that’s most fragrant. When Rhaenyra takes a sharp breath in, she boldly drags her teeth up and down the alpha's neck; nice and easy. The urge to bite down is instantly there, but Alicent trusts herself to hold back and not push too far.
“Is this okay for you?” She asks while dusting more kisses on Rhaenyra's neck. Alicent sees the bob of her throat as she swallows and the last thing she feels before getting pushed against the hard edge of a table, is the pulse of Rhaenyra's erection against her navel.
“Turn around.” Rhaenyra breathes "Please."
It's always the little details that stick to her memory, Alicent thinks. The scents and sounds. Clinking of a belt buckle being hastily undone, the sound of plastic foil being torn, the labored breath hitting the side of her face as she turns slightly to watch the alpha fully exposed.
They lock eyes, warm nimble fingers skimming over Alicent's hips to lower her slacks and underwear past her knees.
"I don't think I can last very long." Rhaenyra sighs, eyes pleading. "I'll take care of you, I promise. Whatever you want, just- let me go a couple times first."
Alicent had made up her mind way back at the pub, but If anything could have pushed her over the edge into letting this alpha fuck her senseless, that would have done it. Just the look in her eyes, dazed but earnest. Rhaenyra was truly stunning, and desperate lust had never suited anyone better.
"You haven't kissed me yet."
Alicent said over her shoulder, and smirked when the alpha actually took a second to process and seemed surprised by the fact.
Alicent could feel the fullness of her erection pressing tightly against her bare cheeks, but one of the hands which gripped her hips loosened and reached gently for the side of her face, drawing her closer.
Rhaenyra slides herself into her less than a second after their lips meet for the first time. A sensory overload of sweetness and shock overcomes Alicent, and the moan of relief the alpha sighs into her mouth has her ravenous for this near stranger. Maybe she wouldn't be able to last either.
-
Alicent's lips were sinfully soft and her tongue warm and sweet against hers.
At any other time, Rhaenyra would delight in staying connected like this for hours on end; but not right now. Her rut was at its peak, demanding and vicious. It concentrated all of her desires on the slick tightness wrapped around her cock, and her alpha was on its knees, begging for more.
Rhaenyra leans into the omega, breaking their lips apart and allowing her body to press her down against the table. Even through the condom she could feel it, beautiful Alicent had a cunt made by the Gods. Every inch of her cock was painfully swollen and sensitive, and as she began to thrust, Rhaenyra felt almost delirious with pleasure. Her body was taken over entirely.
She had Alicent pinned to that table like her life depended on it and fucked into her like no force in the world could peel them apart. She wanted to please her omega, but pacing herself was impossible at that moment. She was burning. She needed to get it out of her system, hard and fast.
This was a selfish rut. Rougher than she'd ever been perhaps, but Alicent seemed to enjoy it for how drenched she was and how sweetly she moaned, face down and breath misting up the wood.
Rhaenyra's head had fallen to Alicent's shoulder and the vice grip she had on Alicent's hips was a sweet contrast to her breathless gasps at her back. She fucked into her like a woman possessed. This is all she wanted to do, for the rest of her days. Alicent, her scent- her cunt was all there was. Part of Rhaenyra didn't even wish to cum. That could mean stopping and stopping would be torture.
Blindly she felt Alicent's hand reach back to pull at her hair. Rhaenyra saw stars. Overstimulated and drowning in lust, she pounded a fist into the table, not feeling a thing.
Her thrusts faltered and she could faintly hear Alicent's desperate moans and broken grunts over her own as she pushed up to brace both hands against the table, hips shifting into a slower but deeper pump. Alicent seemed to like it this way too, and an obscene moan was torn from her chest as the omegas grip tightened around her cock.
All her senses, the only parts of Rhaenyra that could feel at all were the ones attached to Alicent, and every sensation came down to warm, wet and achy.
There was a sound, low and whispery. Someone was speaking to her? Rhaenyra thought faintly as she bent back, falling against the omega and pushing the silk shirt out of the way to lick the salt off Alicent's shoulder.
Closer to her now, Rhaenyra could partly make out the omega’s hushed words, nearly incomprehensible amongst the sounds of her pleasure. A faint whisper..’ So close .”
Rhaenyra broke.
Selfishly and without a second of grace to spare, her body seized like a human livewire. Hips swinging wildly as every muscle in her body locked in and a full body shiver went through her. In the throes of her first climax Inside the omega only a graceless shaky "Oh fuck.." slipped out before her neck snapped backwards and Rhaenyra exploded inside the condom.
-
Alicent thought she'd been prepared. She'd had a few partners before, even been with an alpha once or twice in her life, but nothing like this. She'd expected to have fun, to enjoy it. Rhaenyra was charming, she looked good. Most of all, she looked like she knew how to give you a good time. Still- this experience was something else entirely.
Her attraction towards Rhaenyra was in no way surprising to her, the intensity however, was new. The alpha had put in all the work, yet Alicent felt like she just got the workout of a lifetime. Her heart pounded against her chest in tandem with her core, and she silently cursed the gods for not granting her enough time to finish whilst thanking them for rut amped stamina. She would need some form of release soon and her omega was eager to get it from this alpha.
Their encounter had been rougher than she usually favored and she was certain she would feel it in the morning, but with Rhaenyra's body pressing her flush against the table, cock still fully hard and nestled inside her, Alicent had never felt more alive.
Even now, she could feel herself tighten instinctively as the alpha licked and kissed at her back, nuzzling gently into the back of her neck with a wild pleasing scent pouring out of her.
"You are wonderful.” Rhaenyra whispered, voice sweet as honey against the shell of her ear. “Thank you."
Alicent wanted to touch her.
She reaches back for Rhaenyra's neck, nails dragging lightly at the base of her scalp. The alphas' hips push into her gently in return and Alicent smiles.
"That's the second time you thank me right after I've made you cum. Are we establishing a pattern?"
Rhaenyra kisses the sweet spot behind her ear before biting gently at her earlobe. "I'm a well-mannered alpha." She replies, burying her face into Alicent's neck and breathing in the addictive scent. "We need to change this condom. I can't fuck you again like this. Pretty sure it's hum... filled to max capacity."
Alicent can't be sure, but something in Rhaenyra's voice has her picturing a blush dusting the alpha’s cheeks. It is a lovely picture.
"Can't really do anything about that while you’re still inside me." Alicent points out, and Rhaenyra actually sounds mildly upset when she replies. "I know."
Alicent's laughter fades into a deep sigh as Rhaenyra slowly slides herself out. Somewhere within her, Alicent’s omega too is protesting, yearning for the alpha to stay connected.
Rhaenyra helps her stand and they share two seconds of near awkwardness as she turns around and they take in each other's appearance. Alicent looks positively debauched, wide eyed and a bit silly with her pants and underwear bunched down her ankles.
Rhaenyra wants to eat her whole.
She closes in on her again and kisses her full on the mouth. Her hands reach across a slender neck, twisting into velvet soft curls. This time she means to feel everything.
Alicent likes slow kisses, she quickly learns. She kisses like they have all the time in the world, like she’s trying to taste her. Rhaenyra has never been kissed quite like that.
Their lips slide against one another, sticky and sweet; and Rhaenyra sighs as her teeth close around softness. She gently pulls at the plush of Alicent’s lip, and the omega smiles against her mouth. It sends a current of pure want straight down her cock.
“This is nice.“ Alicent whispers, as Rhaenyra rests her forehead against hers, nodding.
Their gazes meet and both seem to understand what the other needs.
With one word, Alicent seals their fates.
“Bedroom?”