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-> High Valyrian
Alicent finds herself storming through the Kingswood. She shouldn’t be. Has no business out here all alone, especially at night, but staying within her tent felt stifling with the knowledge she held. Couldn’t muster the desire for celebration as her stomach churned in an uproar.
So she’d slipped away. Dodged her guard. And wandered off alone. She just needed a moment alone. To think, to breathe, to cry.
Rhaenyra and Laena.
A union between House Targaryen and their only true white-haired Valyrian counterpart in the House Velaryon.
It made her sick. Her skin crawl. Her omega whimper.
Her alpha married to another. She clenched her teeth in frustration. Resolutely ignoring the part of herself mockingly asking, ‘ and who’s fault is that exactly?’ A question which did nothing to stifle her ire.
Rhaenyra and Laena .
A perfect strategically sound pairing. One that made sense considering the Targaryen heir's age, eighteen without an official betrothal, when it was more common than not for women to be married off by sixteen at the latest. Alicent herself fell to the same fate at seventeen. Nearly a year and some months ago from this very day, in fact.
Rhaenyra and Laena .
Two Valyrian beauties uniting two powerful houses. She should be happy for her childhood companion. Knows that once the news of the betrothal makes it to court proper, that’s exactly how she’ll be expected to behave as a dutiful stepmother.
It matters not, at least for now. Instead, she allows her broken heart to lure her deeper into the woods. Further away from heartache and longing and the suffering of being caught in a game where the only true place she wished to exist on the board was at Rhaenyra’s side.
A lump catches in her throat at the same time her foot snags on a stray root. It sends her crashing to the forest floor with a squeal that’s easily lost in the night air. Her hands fling out to catch her. Only results in them twinging painfully with the attempt to break her fall as her knees scrape stray foliage.
Embarrassing. Unladylike. Woefully pathetic.
Apt for how she’s feeling as of now.
She huffs despite the tears stinging the back of her eyes. She allows herself a moment to attempt to gather herself. Out of sorts, she may be, she was not properly outfitted for her venture. So focused as she was on simply getting away.
With perturbation, she stumbled her way back to her feet using the mighty tree whose roots had doomed her as leverage on her wobbly legs. Through the sting in her eyes, she takes the time to catch her hitching breath and look upon herself.
Immediately, she swallowed harshly in embarrassment, looking upon her muddled red dress, now dirtied and ripped along her left leg sleeves caked in mud. The state makes her lip curl in distaste.
Right, perhaps that’s enough wandering if more of that is what awaits her. She huffs, looking around to make the dastardly trek back.
Only to realize the solitude wandering of the night means she has no true idea where she is amongst the sprawling forest.
Her eyes widened slightly, trying valiantly to spot anything that would direct her in the proper direction. Hoping for a flicker of light, the faint murmur of some midnight chatter. Anything truly so that she didn’t have to ponder on the thought of being possibly lost due to her own carelessness.
A breeze carried through the air, catching the scent of brimstone, lemon, and white rose. Rhaenyra. Her legs were moving before she was aware. Perpetually drawn into that scent well before it was wrapped in that heady tinge of alpha.
She followed. Endlessly devout, even if none of her other senses could yet confirm she was going in the right direction. With that scent permeating the air around her, she couldn’t feel the need to panic and question.
Until her pathing was disrupted by a deer, she was startled to a halt — shocked to see such a creature. Of course, she was aware they populated the woods, but traditionally, she heard such animals were infamously skittish and possessed phenomenal hearing. Meaning when they heard other creatures, such as a lost Alicent, crashing through the woods, they were prone to bolt.
She looked over the reddish brown and freckled white coat of the doe and huffed slightly at its presence. Even this beast did not find her threatening.
Perhaps it could sense her pathetic nature.
Looking over the hoofed animal, she finally registered its head was turned to look directly at her.
Her breath caught as even in the dim moonlight, she recognized this doe’s eyes were unnatural.
A mismatched pair. The left is purple with a swirling blue ring. The right is blue with a shimmering ring of purple.
She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her eyes of what surely couldn’t be. In all her studies of beasts and legend, an interest sparked under the care of the red keep and proximity to dragons, she’d never heard of something such as this.
The doe merely looked at her with a remarkable amount of attention as if it were assessing her. A keen amount of intelligence in its gaze that was bordering on unsettling as she debated the logic of just wandering away.
Before she could settle on a decision, the doe began approaching. Its stride was comfortable as she stood still as a statue. There was no telling the nature of this beast, but she had to remain thankful while it had the eyes or one of the eyes of the dragon riders, it was not a dragon itself. As the doe came upon her, she realized with a start this… thing had been where Rhaenyra’s scent was wafting off in droves.
When the doe gently grasped her sleeves between flat teeth, she found herself being guided through the forest. At this point, she was well and truly lost, but the doe moved confidently, ignoring far-off snapping branches. Squawking bird calls in the night. The chirping of insects. She followed despite herself sunk into some daze.
Eventually, their trek ended once they came upon a lake. Alicent finally gained some nerve as the chilled waters lapped at her ankles, bringing her to a halt.
“I- I apologize I do not believe…this is a lovely lake, but this is not…” she trailed off, unsure how to negotiate with an animal.
Undisturbed, the doe released her. Slowly, it circled until it was at her back and could use its fuzzy side to shove her over. Caught off guard, she found herself once again toppling over — this time splashing into the waters.
A panic shot through her as the water caught up in her mouth and nose, disorienting her as she sputtered and spit out what she could. The doe moved quickly to capture her once again before dragging her deeper into the water with shocking strength. Only permitting her the luxury of floating upon her back.
She knew at this point she very much should resist. Whatever Targaryen magic or Valyrian mischief this was, it clearly was not entirely friendly if the way it accosted her spoke to as much. Yet that scent only seemed to thicken here, and she cursed her weak mind and her aching omega. Even when she could clearly see Rhaenyra was nowhere in sight, her body relaxed as it was prone to do.
Floating out in the middle of the lake with her eyes set on the inky night water shimmering around her accented by the silver shine of the full moon’s light. The doe swam up to encircle her head in a crescent-like shape. It shouldn’t have felt as serene a picture as it was. And yet Alicent knew her pounding heart was slowing as if lulled by a gentle embrace. Even her eyes felt drowsy, dipping for longer and longer intervals without her permission. Until-
~
Rhaenyra strode through the Keep with her Queensguard at her back. Mentally, she ran through the past infuriating days. Her consort, her beloved wife, avoiding her like a plague. Ridiculous. She had permitted it the first day, expecting her love to make her way to their bed once she got over her perceived offense.
Instead, she had left Rhaenyra to stew in their bed alone.
When asked after, she’d only received nervous glances as she was informed the Queen-Consort had taken up slumber in the official consort’s chambers. As a result, she had sneered harshly and sent the page boy away.
If her wife wanted to be so petty, so be it, see how she liked it in response.
Except she had never mastered the skill of punishing her sweet wife in such a way.
Meaning even as she engaged with audiences for the small folk, her eyes sought out her beloved only to be staunchly ignored. When addressed during diplomatic dinners for any nobles, it was met with flat, dismissive tones to combat her own gentle, hopeful one. She could see the way her council were looking on in mirth and/or pity as their Queen all but postured for the barest of acknowledgment from the Consort amidst meetings.
She had permitted this for a week. Sending the Consort chambers the most decadent treats, lovely tomes of poems, and finest Dornish wine that was held to an obscene cost to Beesbury’s endless despair but well worth it to please her wife.
Except she’d been met with nothing in response.
Rhaenyra was not a very patient dragon. A week was already much too long.
And so there she was, marching through the halls. She would not be forced to withstand this travesty any longer. Plus, she had a surefire plan that even if she could not be persuasive, dressed as she was in the dark fabric of her sword training garb — a grey tunic and black trousers with blackfyre on her hip. Then, the weight tucked into her waistband was always quite efficient in coaxing her lady-wife to be more forgiving.
As she arrived at the chamber doors, she was disappointed to discover her wife’s sworn Queensguard missing. A slightly deflating indication her wife was not yet in. She had hoped to make a grand sweeping entrance, perhaps apologize once or twice, before thoroughly wiping any ire from her love in a much more pleasurable method.
It would seem that would not come to pass. At least not in as bold a fashion as she had originally hoped.
Very well, she could pivot. With instructions to her Queensguard to give the room a respectful distance and to only come to retrieve her if her wife were to spook at the sight of them and depart before making it within the chambers.
That handled, she entered the space with a shake of her head. Her wife wouldn’t come to her side, then she would just have to lie in wait for her.
As she stepped through, she settled for discarding her sword. It broke some of the illusion she wished to cultivate, but keeping her crown on should do well enough. After all, she had styled it just so that it was slightly slicked back in a wavy manner as her dark crown of rubies rested atop. As she had checked herself out in the mirror before departing their shared chambers, she had ensured she looked positively alluring.
No matter how her dearest might protest her more ‘daring’ behaviors, she never truly protested the result. I.e., her muscled figure displayed in the filled-out broadness of her chest, the solid sculpting along her arms, and the definition amongst her chest and back.
Handsome, her wife would call her, and she couldn’t help how giddy such words made her. The hope had been to draw out more of such compliments, she lamented, absently toying with a loose strand.
Rhaenyra was always regal; her features wouldn’t permit anything less that she knew well. And now the cropped ear length measure of her white-silvery locks was only meant to amplify such illusion. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t hoped her queen might see her as attractive as a knight or how a king ought to look, perhaps.
With a huff, she pushed forward. Resting her sword against the side of the chamber’s entrance, she stepped further into the rooms until she was more so within the bedding area proper. Only to see the windows sitting nook occupied by a slumped figure in the dim candlelight. Familiar long auburn hair exposed over the back of a slightly curled figure.
Briefly, her brows furrowed. She’d long made clear her queen was never to be without protection, even for a moment. Her jaw clenched against a flare of fury mentally noting the Queensguard were sure to hear words about this misstep at length later.
For now, slowly, she approached only to be met with more detail, such as the fact that this figure was a touch smaller than her beloved. And positively drenched as well.
Gently, she shook a wet hunched shoulder only to be met with a shocked gasp as the body jerked under her hold. The girl turned wildly, nearly careening off the perch if not for Rhaenyra quickly dipping to a knee and catching her sporadic movement. Gripping her shoulder and sopping wet hip in a near ironclad hold.
Wide, frantic brown eyes met steady, curious but unsurprised, purple.
A flicker of amusement flared in Rhaenyra’s chest.
Panic and confusion sparked over the young Alicent’s face as she frantically drank in the view of Rhaenyra knelt before her.
“Ny- Nyra?!”
“Hm, yes, but not quite.”
Alicent sucked in a sharp breath at the smooth timbre of that voice.
“I- what has- you wear a- has Viserys-” her words were broken by frantic heaving breaths, eyes watery with panic. If Rhaenyra had one weakness it was always that.
Gently, she raised her hand from the panicked girl's shoulder to cup her cheek, her calloused thumb instantly stroking in a featherlight soothing manner as she hummed.
“Easy, you’re alright, you’re safe with me, always. Ali. I’ve experienced this once before, but you must listen. Can you manage that, sweetling?” Her words softened into a coo.
Alicent merely nodded with a pouted lip, unconsciously pushing firmer against the delicate hold. Rhaenyra bit her cheek harshly to contain the smile she wished to let loose. She hadn’t dared mention the thought of another Alicent making an appearance after her own counterpart had appeared a year or so ago.
And yet the gods had seen fit to make it so.
She was most thankful because she was certain that there was no version of her wife that couldn’t reach her heart and make it race with joy. Her love was the most precious thing on every plane of existence, it would seem.
Clearing her throat, she began an easy — adjusted considering the pendant still dangling at this Alicent’s throat — explanation about the fact her world had been graced by a counterpart of her own that had been transported via Syrax’s intervention.
This younger Alicent listened with rapt attention. Silently reaching her thumb up to surely gnaw it raw, only to be deftly intercepted by Rhaenyra. The contact was enough to shock her back into focus as the comforting hold at her cheek instead caught her wrist and gently guided it away without comment.
“Well, that is-“ she let out a strained breath, “that is most…unfortunate.”
Rhaenyra tilted her head. “I do not believe so. That Rhaenyra needed assistance. The Gods saw fit to send her here. I provided knowledge that will surely benefit her going forward.”
“Oh! Of course, I merely meant…Syrax did not send me here. I um- I believe… I might have- drowned?” Rhaenyra choked lightly on nothing but air. “After being led through the Kingswoods by a doe? With Targaryen eyes. Except for one blue like my own Rhaenyra but one purple such as yours.”
This time, Rhaenyra could not hold back her shocked chuckle.
“Of course, never one to be outdone, even by a dragon.”
“I do not believe my kidnapping and subsequent drowning by some meddling spirit warrants amusement.” The younger girl huffed — petulant — as she crossed her arms defensively. It only entertained Rhaenyra further, but she attempted to bite it back.
“My sincerest apologies, my sweet lady. Perhaps if I call for a warm bath and get you out of these wet clothes, it would soothe your…unfortunate travels.”
Alicent merely pouted further, looking away out into the darkened sky and resolutely from the still-knelt Queen without a response as red dusted her cheeks. She made no comment.
“Very well, I’ll have a bath drawn for you at once. Please do stay here lest we spark a panic, of course.”
~
An auburn head merely bobbed in understanding, mind still whirling with all she had heard. It all sounded so impossible yet, this time, she was certain neither her eyes nor her nose were deceiving her.
This Rhaenyra was older than possible for her own dear Nyra and she also smelled different; the brimstone and lemon remained the same technically, yes, but there was also something more dangerous than the calm white rose she was used to swirling in her own Targaryen princess’ scent.
Yet she didn’t fear it. There was no doubt this Rhaenyra possessed a certain edge, but the way she handled the young Hightower rang true to her words that Alicent was safe here.
Despite the knowledge that she was so far from home. Surely to stir a panic amongst the realm for disappearing as she seemingly has. She couldn’t help but soak in Rhaenyra's attention after so long separated from even laying eyes upon her heart’s longing.
So she observed. The confidence and strength this woman moved with, even from a distance, the surety in her command. She hadn’t mentioned anything about Alphas, Omegas, or Betas, which was entirely strange. Yet the familiarity of her person spoke to a truth she had known even if her own Rhaenyra long before she presented. She was born to rule. Born for the crown and the Iron Throne.
It was a dizzying truth to be met with, considering the irrefutable proof before her, and she found herself even more thankful for the private reprieve of a bath to truly gather her wits about her.
Rhaenyra had also set a tray within reach of the most delightful treats she endeavored to remember so that she may order it in droves upon her return home when the time came.
~
Sometime later, the young Hightower remained tucked away in a warm tub whilst Rhaenyra lounged in the sitting area, pecking through a sprig of some grapes she had snagged off the refreshment tray. Her nibbling was disturbed as the door sharply opened and closed behind the queen consort, her beloved wife, who met her with sharp, challenging brown eyes.
Ahh, very well, then.
“And what do you believe yourself to be doing? Do you think no one would see fit to inform me of your intruding in my chambers, ordering baths, feasting upon my refreshments?”
Slowly, Rhaenyra chewed through the plush grape, bursting in her mouth before leisurely swallowing. “Well, this is where you’ve deemed fit to sequester away as such…” she gestured to her comfortable positioning. Crown carelessly strewn about the table yet still gleaming on display commanding the space.
“You believe it is your place to do as you please in my quarters?” Her rebuttal was sharp - cutting.
Rhaenyra merely raised an eyebrow, looking around dramatically. Dragging a finger over a dusty shelf before blowing the collected grime in the air.
“I believe my place is wherever I wish it to be. Or am I not Queen?” Alicent rolled her eyes derisively. “So yes, if my wife wishes to hide away outside of our chambers, then I will have a bath drawn anywhere I’d like and feast where I deem fit.”
Alicent took in the way Rhaenyra laid entirely unperturbed by the hostile greeting. Taking in the loose tunic and comfortable trousers. Her eyes caught on a particular heaviness outlined. Her breath caught as she surmised what lay underneath.
Quickly swallowing her interest back, she stood her ground. Folding her hands at her front to stop them from betraying her and doing something silly like reaching to unlace her trousers. A task made easier when she spotted that arrogant smile on her wife’s face.
“Get out.”
“I do not wish to.”
“I do not care.”
“ My queen , ” Rhaenyra released a mockery of a whine, setting the grapes aside. “You wound me so when I’ve traversed all this way to catch your eye.”
“What, are you here to grovel, my dashing knight? I fear you should know a lady’s favor is not so easily won once lost, especially by paltry gifts, intrusion, and baths.”
Here, Rhaenyra blinked as if remembering something, her eyes turning nervous as she finally rose from the chaise.
“Oh, right. Well, yes.. but… no, this is, well, it isn’t for you?” She tapered off into more of a question as her hand twirled listlessly in the air.
Alicent set her with a particularly flat look.
“I mean, whatever you desire shall be yours, my queen, I just have already given it to you. Huh, yes, I see how this could be a situation quite confusing to articulate for others.” She finished. Somehow distracted as she grasped her chin in thought.
A splash cut through the space between them.
“Rhaenyra.” Came a low hiss as Alicent’s hand crept towards Rhaenys’ dagger where it sat sheathed in her bosom, Targaryen blade protecting her heart as usual since their Valyrian union.
Another splash. She withdrew the blade. Who exactly had her wife dared to allow in her chamber? In her bath. Whilst her wife existed, not but one room over. She didn’t truly believe Rhaenyra was capable of cheating on her, but in certain matters, her wife was prone to very foolish choices.
In her current mood, she did not feel particularly inclined towards any forgiveness for any further transgressions. Intentional or otherwise.
“Is there someone in my bath?” her voice deceptively steady as she eyed the connecting door.
A third splash.
“Well…yes.” Her fool of a wife puttered off.
With their stillness the plopping about of feet on stone rang clear.
Right, so, what did more blood on her hands matter anyway? Could she get away with marring her foolish wife as well?
It would be a test of her image amongst the small folk, but she felt it would be simple enough to persuade them their Queen had deserved it and have them vindicate their beloved Consort.
“Rhaenyra?” A soft voice spoke up, muffled by the door.
Alicent settled for simply murdering her wife as well. Vindication be damned.
Except as the door opened and her head turned to the side, she was not met with a brazen keeper nor noblewoman.
She spotted herself. Ringlets of auburn fell across smooth, freckled shoulders as her body was wrapped in a plush dark towel. Brown eyes meeting brown.
Of course, this would happen again . Of course, this would happen now .
She whirled on her wife, knife raised at the ready. Foolish Targaryen and their brash behavior and flimsy alluring magics. Gods-be-fucking-damned.
She would have this matter settled now before dealing with even more of her Queen's utter nonsense. Said woman only grinned in amusement as if Alicent were cute for threatening her. She would be sure to prove herself otherwise.
“Apologize. This instant. Wholeheartedly, before I gut you here and now.”
Ali blinked—stunned—at the imagery before her as this world's version of herself held the infamous ancestral dagger to the Targaryen Queen's throat. The white-haired woman remained unflinching, if anything emboldened, her grin seemed to only widen as both older women’s chests rose and fell in tandem.
“Well, if my gentle wife felt so inclined as to divulge just what I should be apologizing for, I’d be more than pleased to seek the proper penance for all to witness. Surely you know I didn’t summon her here.” The curl of her lips impossibly coy.
Alicent merely scoffed. “Do not deflect and use her presence as a shroud to pretend as if you do not know.”
Rhaenyra’s eyes almost danced in the candlelight as her hand parsed through the side of her shorn locks.
“You cut your hair without telling her?” Ali spoke up, finding herself guessing at the source of the tension without her wherewithal — nearly breathless at the sight before her. She’d never imagined herself capable of such…audacity. Had never felt it a trait permitted to her station, no matter how high she rose.
Two heads turned to her. Rhaenyra with a sly wink as Alicent merely flickered her focus but only for a moment. Before once again, she locked onto the grinning fool under threat by her blade with narrowed eyes.
“Many would consider such a dashing surprise welcome. Wouldn’t you say, dear Ali?”
The auburn-haired omega blushed at the continued attention of the indeed roguishly handsome woman.
Ali’s eyes were drawn down to her pale throat, where a bead of red gathered on the knife’s edge as Alicent pressed it in tighter. Blatantly unamused with the purple-eyed woman.
“Oh, so that’s why you did it? For the many women of the realm to fawn all over you even further? Like that presumptuous Tyrell nuisance ? Do you think the whispers of her belief that you should have more than one consort do not make their way through my networks?”
“ My love , please, yours is the only flower of the Reach I adore so.” Her tongue honeyed like the sweetest of biscuits.
The bead of red turned to a gliding rivulet as Alicent refused to relent.
“Mind your tongue before I have it taken.”
“You may have my tongue in whichever manner most pleases you, my queen.”
“ Apologize , now, or we shall see how you without it pleases me.” Was the sneered remark. Yet it did not escape Ali’s notice the way Rhaenyra’s hands calmly grasped for her supposed assailant's hips. Easing their bodies together without a care for the dagger that never faltered.
“ My sweet , I apologize with the breath of a thousand dragon fires, with the surety of the rising sun and falling moon, the intention of the most stalwart of knights and humble of kings. I would never wish for you to ever think for a moment my heart could dance in unison with another in any way comparable to the way it does while a song as visceral to my being such as ours rings true. Forgive me, my love .”
Rhaenyra completed her plea with a delicate kiss laid between Alicent’s brow. Ali watches, her wide eyes grow impossibly wider, as the knife clatters to the ground like nothing. Whilst her older self wrenches Rhaenyra down and claims her mouth like a woman possessed.
Their combined motion, all heated bodies, and frantic movement ensure the space she occupied, once laden with the heavy scent of soaps and oils, is slammed with unbridled wanton desire. An absurd thing to smell on herself in such a way and unsurprising knee melting to scent from Rhaenyra.
The mutual need hitting her only belaying the fact there was no true betrayal in the air, only frustration and desire for comfort. She felt her chest rapidly heave as she swallowed the heady combination by the mouthful. This reciprocation and warmth settled low in her gut, stroking a fire she’d only had the pleasure of being properly consumed by once before.
The pair stumbled through the space, seemingly incapable of unlatching from one another as they furiously groped and tugged at hair, clothing, and breasts, whatever came within reach was palmed as they became reacquainted with the feel of the other after their arduous week apart.
Almost as if she were a specter, Ali followed without a thought. The scent and view ensnared her attention as the pair disrobed. Permitting her to see something slung around pale hips, but she couldn’t quite tell what as the couple pressed so tightly against one another.
Their connection was only broken as Alicent shoved Rhaenyra, forcing the back of her knees into the bed, leaving her to fall backward. A finger trailed up her neck, catching the stray blood before said finger found its way between Alicent’s lips.
The way Rhaenyra shuddered and breathed out was less than subtle.
“I do not believe I said I forgive you yet.” Alicent hummed in thought dismissively despite the heaviness in her tone.
Rhaenyra groaned. “ My queen , I am at your service. Allow me to prove the depth of my apologies.”
Once again, her mouth got the better of her mouth opening in the face of their heated standoff. Ali couldn’t help the way the question finally escaped, curiosity loosening her tongue. “What does that mean?”
Quickly, two heads snapped to her, both women pausing as if they genuinely had forgotten her presence. She didn’t take much offense; it was quite honestly a novel experience to be able to fade into the backdrop and observe.
With the rush of attention once more upon her, she felt her body heat with a blush. How perverse to not only witness them in such a state but to have followed like some lust-slackened vagrant. She wished to look away for propriety's sake except-
“Well, dear Ali-” Rhaenyra’s words were abruptly stifled as the slickend hand harshly grasped her. Pressing her cheeks together to mush her words.
“You are still not forgiven.” She looked harshly down at the purple-eyed woman. Before, it softened only an iota as she turned a critical eye to her younger self. Parsing over something. The distraction granted the white-haired woman the opportunity for her hand to find its way to the phallic item jutting out and attached by the harness on her hips.
“You have not left?” Which is technically a good thing. Another version of her roaming the castle would be less than ideal. However, she trusts any version of herself to be infinitely more subtle than any Rhaenyra. Regardless, this young auburn woman not only hasn’t darted in panic — she’s followed them. Curious.
“I- I do not believe I could at present.”
“Why?”
Brown stared into brown. One wide-eyed, the other calculating. Both endlessly curious. Rhaenyra tried desperately not to rut into her own pumping hand.
“Your scents are- it’s all- I could not go.”
“Do you wish to?”
Ali paused over the question. Her older self asking what she wished. It was a privilege not many granted her, least of all herself.
Calculating knowing eyes waited patiently. Allowed the question to settle and be absorbed. Rhaenyra had her struggles, yes of fighting for her crown and the realm. Bloody, violent things.
That didn’t mean Alicent was without her own scars. Simply more often, a cerebral battle waged on her end. Struggles of understanding not only duty and sacrifice but the self.
It would seem this is a trait shared. So she waited for this still tentative version of herself. Her grip tightened as she felt her dragon’s poorly contained movement, but she was unwilling to break her sight from twin brown
.
“I do not wish to go just yet.” A whisper of a thing but a burgeoning confidence in her words.
Rhaenyra groaned, working her face out of the hold before rasping out, “do feel free to join.”
Alicent lashes out, smacking her across the mouth quickly for the outburst. As well as the audacity to offer what is hers . The abrupt motion earns a gasp from Ali and a sharp smirk from Rhaenyra, who looks up with twinkling eyes.
“And the people call me Maegor with teats little do they know their kind queen can be so cruel”
Alicent merely huffed. She supposed fair was fair. And now that the offer was out, she wouldn’t wish to daunt her poor counterpart by snapping at her. That only left one target for her frustrations then. With a firm hand, she pushed into Rhaenyra’s sternum, urging her to lay out properly on the bed.
“Hmm, do you feel so inclined to keep mouthing off, dear knight? While you sit here pleasuring yourself like some feckless fool. Do not think it slipped my attention. Call me what you wish, but I’ve thought of a much better use for that wagging tongue of yours.”
A soft, hesitant patter of footsteps appeared at her side. For a moment, she was impressed at the boldness. This version of herself is not hopelessly far off from realizing her worth, it would seem. She was curious as to how much she could truly withstand.
Casually, Alicent allowed her knees to meet the bed, shuffling to the center alongside Rhaenyra. A purposeful bait as she did not yet straddle her wife. Instead, delighting in the way a pale hand reached out for her, eager to pull her in.
With a sharp whack, she deterred it with her palm, smacking it dismissively.
Rhaenyra grumbled pitifully at being denied.
“A good knight would lay there and do as his Queen permits, or were you not here with the intent to grovel at all?”
Rhaenyra perked at that. “Yes, my love. ”
Whack. Against her thigh high and teasing with a sharp sting. “Ah-Ah”
“Yes, my queen, ” the Targaryen swallowed harshly, purple eyes falling just past Alicent before repeating in the common tongue, “my queen.”
Alicent understood well the sharp inhalation at her side, “Good boy,” she let slip the barest reward. Letting her hand glance up the side of the dragon glass cock.
“ Fuck , please, my queen .”
Alicent smirked. Absolutely not.
Instead, she shuffled up further, allowing her right leg to swing over Rhaenyra’s face so she was hovering above, looking down the length of the bed at her dragon’s excitedly shifting body instead of the headboard.
Her hand easily found purchase low on Rhaenyra’s belly to stabilize herself as she eased down. Unsurprised when strong wrapped around her legs, pulling her down firmly on an eagerly awaiting tongue. Her eyes fell shut as she moaned at the ferocious onslaught of pleasure. Canting her hips to eagerly meet the tongue gliding through her folds and suckling at her clit as if starved.
A week without Rhaenyra had not been a torture suffered by the Targaryen alone as the Hightower grinded with purpose. Her other hand, seeking more support, found Rhaenyra’s raised knee as she tilted further forward. The slight adjustment spread her like a feast as Rhaenyra nosed through soaked auburn curls.
Alicent moaned unfettered, basking in her wife’s sinfully skilled tongue. Absorbed and lost to much else until she heard the sound of cloth meeting the floor and shifting weight on the bed. Her brown eyes snapped up to be met by a burning curious reflection. Timidness still there but steadily becoming overwhelmed as she examined low on the bed. She froze as their eyes met.
Biting her tongue nearly harsh enough to allow blood, Alicent merely nodded. Once. Allowing her hand on Rhaenyra’s stomach to turn claw-like as she granted this permission. The responding moan loosed into her cunt and caused a vibration that left her breathless enough to swallow her ire at ever sharing her precious dragon.
Ali, now lacking her towel, came to rest in between Rhaenyra's splayed legs. The angle was exceptional, with one of her knees propped up as it was supporting Alicent. A view of white hairs drenched in slick as the glass-like protrusion seemed to nearly throb in tandem with the clenching cunt. And up the smooth, slightly defined plane of the Targaryen’s body, she could witness the way her older self nearly consumed Rhaenyra’s head between plush thighs as round breasts jostled with the hungry movement.
She looked down at her own body, her thighs. Full yes but not quite reaching the smooth roundness of this older self as Rhaenyra’s hands draw them in impossibly tighter as if she could not get enough. She had never imagined she could look so…alluring and be so desired. It made her head swim with what could be or what could have been.
Instead of lingering, she focused on the fact she was here now, and there was no use in wasting such an opportunity when permission had been granted twice over. Even if she knew herself well enough to recognize the momentary hesitation. Still, both Rhaenyra and her counterpart had invited her, and at this point, refusing to partake would be rude, would it not?
That was her reasoning as she settled, bending over as to tentatively licks at the tip of the cock like glass. She heard the way Rhaenyra groaned, hips arching up, seeking out more.
The sudden motion startled her upwards and away, not expecting such a reaction from something not of one’s flesh. She blinked dazedly before she felt a pressure on her shoulder. Peeking upwards through her eyelashes, she met harsh brown eyes. She moved, not wanting to tempt the fire within them.
“Stick to something familiar. This is not for you.” Were the curt words snapped out. Somehow, the authority was undiluted, even as Alicent’s breath caught or gasp escaped as Rhaenyra worked her tongue as deep as she could in her core.
Ali didn’t register the meaning until she felt herself pushed down against the bed so she was better aligned with Rhaenyra’s folds. She had intended to look up perhaps for more guidance, perhaps for more permission, only for her breathing to stutter at the way her older self soundly swallowed the shaft. Lips fell to the hand that had been on her shoulder quickly, having found a new home at the cock’s base.
Alicent bobbed up her mouth and hand upon Rhaenyra’s coc,k humming as if pleased by the taste as hips eagerly jerked to meet her. Her other hand adjusted, gripping jostling hips, and dug in, leaving punishing red lines that made the Targaryen groan heartily but comply in calming, even if only slightly.
The heaving of Ali’s chest only ensured she was soaked in the debauched scent. As her focus returned to what lay before her eyes of Rhaenyra positively soaked in slick, her tongue darted out. The depth of Nyra’s scent, with the added tanginess, made her stomach swirl with desire. Overwhelmed by the desire for more, her exploration grew bolder, finding a tight bundle of nerves that made the white-haired woman arch eagerly. As such, she kept her attention there.
They existed there like a writhing interworking of exchanged pleasure. Mouths working tirelessly at one another. Until Alicent pulled away with a sharp cry orgasm, finding her and jerking her out of rhythm as her hips took up a mind of their own. One hand remained wrapped around Rhaenyra’s cock as she frantically gridded on Ali’s younger, consequently dragging her cock along Alicent’s hand. Whilst her mouth shied away as she, too, fell over the edge with sharp Valyrian curses muffled into Alicent’s thighs.
As the two wound down, Alicent caught the back of Ali’s hair, drawing her away just enough before her mouth was latched onto a mirror of her own. It was a sloppy affair, the mixture of spittle twice over as well as Rhaenyra’s cum. Even s,o both greedily moaned into it. Ali even reciprocated the grip on her counterpart's hair as they met in a kiss over and over as if to ravish the other. Tasting and exchanging. Pushing into one another until Alicent was more so atop Rhaenyra’s stomach, and Ali forced up to her knees to meet her. As if two bulls locked by the horns refusing to give the last morsel.
Rhaenyra watched eyes bouncing feverishly between the two as desire coursed through her veins. She had jokingly poked fun at Alicent often over how interested she had been with Rhaenyra interacting with her own counterpart a year or so ago. Now, as she had the opportunity to witness such an event for herself,she would never dare speak such mockery again. The visual was more than addicting as two versions of the woman she’d love in all iterations met.
She could not withstand being idle for long, needing to relieve this ache once more. One hand grabbed for her own Alicent while the other grabbed for Ali. The second hand was sharply rapped away, causing her to release a perhaps unreal whine. How could Alicent manage so when she was still entangled with Ali that such propensity for shooing her away was not fair.
“Oh, my Queen, but you’ve prepared my cock so nicely, and poor sweetling has yet to cum. I only wish to help.” Voice saccharine sweet and laced with a pout she knew her sweet lady wouldn’t see but would surely perceive regardless.
That seemed to be enough to break them apart. Alicent turned with a fierce look set in her eye to stare down at her dragon while Ali stared on at herself, slack-jawed in a daze.
“Do not be greedy. An honorable knight would take what is offered and nothing more.” Came a swift rebuttal.
Rhaenyra’s hand began to ease away at that, only for the soft, even if gravelly, voice of Ali to speak up once more. “I- I would not mind, if it were…if it were to be no trouble, of course.” Her words were less choppy out of hesitance and more raggedness of her breaths.
Always quick to capitalize, “No trouble at all-”
“Shush you-” only to be rebuffed once more.
A scoff with no heat and only the dregs of a tease amidst the heavy desire. “You got to have your fun with two dragons-”
“We both know a Hightower’s virtue is very different in comparison to you Targaryens-”
“I- I am not unfamiliar.” Ali intercepted the quick exchange. Her eyes fell away quickly as a blush flared angry and red as she avoided purple and brown eyes. It only lasted for so long until her chin was caught by a soft hand, drawing her to look into the mirror of her own eyes.
“Are you certain?”
“I can not lose what has already been taken away, can I?”
Alicent’s eyes dropped to the star pendant prominent at her throat. She has yet to have time with this visitor as to have her open about the happenings of her world, but she found herself quite curious about the order of things. Some things were sure, though she had not necessarily been entirely surprised by Rhaenyra’s cock, but she had been tentative and skittish, almost frightful. Her eyes spoke true enough, but the presence of the pendant of that shackle of her born religion spoke to the fact this version of her did not seek to engage in these activities— at least not with Rhaenyra and certainly not for pleasure.
Internally, she cursed fates while remaining eternally grateful for her own. Gently she eased her hands up to the young woman’s nape before unclasping the star. Tossing it off to the side as brown eyes watched in wonder before meeting hers once more.
“I believe an offering is what has been made.”
Alicent turned sharply, glaring daggers whilst swiping harshly at Rhaenyra’s thigh.
“An offering of your hand is all you’ll receive henceforth if you mouth off once more.”
Rhaenyra whined in offense but fixed her mouth shut at once.
With a roll of her eyes, she ignored Rhaenyra, grasping her counterpart's hand to draw her along as she settled alongside the wide bed. Purposely higher as to rest herself against the headboard, snatching away one of the pillows at her back and adjusting deep along her legs. When Ali went to lie down face to face, she stopped the motion. Instead, gently coaxing her on her back hips propped up by the support of the pillow. She gazed up in question, but Alicent merely smoothed her hair down in a soothing manner.
Alicent’s other hand reached out for Rhaenyra and was not surprised to feel her eager dragon’s cheek nuzzling into her palm. Easily she drew her love into the sweetest kiss yet. Pulling away only enough to meet curious purple eyes as Rhaenyra’s head tilted at the change of pace.
“ She deserves a kind, diligent King. Can my dragon manage that?”
Rhaenyra practically convulsed on the spot at the Valyrian words from Alicent’s mouth, nodding in agreement as she would do anything if her wife asked it of her in such a way.
“For you, my Queen , always.”
Alicent placed one more fleeting peck upon her lips before drawing the Targaryen to rest above Ali.
“For us, you mean.”
Rhaenyra blinked, eyes looking down to catch skittish brown. A nervousness she hadn’t witnessed in such a long time in her wife’s eyes was present before her once more. She felt her heart seize. Her hand raised to gently capture Ali’s chin, waiting for her to truly meet her eye before she affirmed, “Always, sweetling.”
Ali shuddered out a breath. Cocooned in warmth and honesty, her body relaxed into Alicent even further, one hand reaching to interlace with Alicent while the other rose to stroke Rhaenyra’s short hair.
“Ki-kiss me? I have never- not like this- could you?”
Rhaenyra’s eyes barely flicker up, easily catching the nod given by her wife before she uses her hold on Ali to draw them into a lingering kiss. The scorching frenzy subdued to a steady blaze as their mouths met for the first time and yet not. An outpouring of I love you and I miss you sealed by lips unfamiliar in their familiarity.
Distantly, Ali felt wetness fall across her cheeks only to be swept away by two separate hands on either side.
“Are you sure you would like to continue, sweetling?” Alicent questioned softly. Ali turned her head, peering up with watery eyes but an honest even if small smile.
“Yes, I’m alright. More than in truth, thank you.”
“Oh, don’t thank us yet, not until we take care of you, okay?” Rhaenyra muttered, finding a spot just behind her exposed ear and nipping in a way that made her arch into the hovering woman with a broken moan. The Targaryen grinned wolfishly as she laved the spot before trailing her tongue up the shell of Ali’s ear. “Don’t you want to be a good girl and let us take care of you, Ali?” She husked enticingly in her ear.
Ali’s grip on the both of them tightened like an anchor as she nodded urgently. “Yes, Yes. Please.”
Rhaenyra adjusted herself properly, settling firmer against the auburn woman. With her free hand, she gently aligned herself allowing her cock to glide through the exceptional wetness gathered there. She would never grow tired of the sensation the dragon glass and runic combo permitted her. After granting enough time to become accustomed to the general feel, she eased it against Ali’s entrance.
Instantly, Ali stiffened, and Alicent was on her with whispered assurance in the side of her ear. Comforting words and praise, some general and some reflective of her own experience. Either way, Rhaenyra dared not move, simply rubbing soothing circles into her hip the same way she knew helped ease her wife. Eventually, Ali slowly but surely eased from her taut position. Nodding along to something, Alicent was whispering to her ear.
Then Rhaenyra found two pairs of brown eyes looking upon her. She tried to make sure her smile was as soft as possible as she glanced between the two, patient as she could only manage for them.
“Look at her, sweetling.” Alicent’s voice remained low; however, the position meant Alicent could no longer tuck her words away and down as they both gazed up at the Targaryen. “Do you not think of her as the most fearsome dragon we’ve ever seen? The most handsome knight across the realms? The most caring king to have ever graced the throne? Hmm? She holds it all. Our heart, our sanity, our soul. It is okay for just as we are hers, she is ours. Do you understand, sweetling?”
Ali swallowed harshly, breathing as the last of the tension eased, even daring to rock down further onto Rhaenyra. “Yes, yes I understand.”
“Good girl,” Alicent purred, laying a kiss on her cheek and remaining close while reaching to tap Rhaenyra once.
With an exhale, Rhaenyra focused. Keeping a keen eye, she eased in further stopping every few inches to allow ample time to adjust. Waiting for the tap to proceed. As she finally reached the hilt, Ali’s hand in her hair fell to grip viciously at her nape as she groaned out.
“Gods, you’re so deep, Nyra, you’re so deep, my alpha.”
She didn’t get it, but she responded regardless. “That’s it, you’re so perfect. So good taking all of Ali so good for us, sweetling.”
She was crying again, but neither pushed her away, and so she stayed— until a tap. With the same caution, she withdrew until just the head remained before working herself back in. They paced through that build, even as the tears built up until Ali’s hips began rolling in kind—meeting Rhaenyra’s thrust.
Ali’s pitchy whines grew in volume as her cruel grip eased to once more push into white silvery strands, drawing Rhaenyra into another kiss as the pace increased, all thoughts of discomfort washed away as she kept a grip on both Alicent and Rhaenyra. Her psyche sunk into bounds of pleasure she hadn’t even truly begun to consider as the slick noise of their coupling permeated the air.
Nyra huffed into her mouth from the effort of working her hips tirelessly between her legs. Her body was slicked with a sheen of sweat. Ali eagerly lapped it from whatever expansive of skin she could reach when the opportunity arose as Rhaenyra and Alicent kissed over her shoulder. She didn’t feel disgusting, ignored, or disposable; instead, she felt cared for, catered to, loved,d and cherished as she held on desperately.
Before she was prepared, that coil in her belly snapped, forcing her to cry out as her body's every nerve surged. A rush of wetness soaked them lower as her fierce and overwhelming orgasm wreaked havoc, the only steadying force being the two bodies she was caught between.
Above, Rhaenyra stiffened, thrust faltering out of rhythm before valiantly pushing through. Dragging out her climax even with the more sporadic pacing. Once it had passed, Rhaenyra eased out, drawing a whine from her throat as the Targaryen left soothing kisses on her neck. As Ali gathered her breathing, she tugged on Alicent’s hand, no words for what she wished but wanting it nonetheless.
Alicent’s mouth fell upon her own, easily giving something she had not realized she had even requested. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Ali muttered against the mirror of her own lips.
“Of course, sweetling.”
Rhaenyra snorted against her. “I’m quite certain I did most of the work here therefore, the praise remains mine.” She uttered playfully
Alicent scoffed in response, shoving at the white-haired woman until she was toppling backward, head towards the foot of the bed.
“I forgot your large head could not survive without a kind word,” Alicent commented drabbly. Ali merely giggled, sitting up from her prone position as they both moved towards Rhaenyra.
Alicent struck decisively, straddling Rhaenyra’s cock and sinking down on the slickness with confidence as Ali watched off to the side.
Rhaenyra's arched neck, straining at the sensitivity. “Oh fuck, my queen, I think I might die,” the proud Targaryen all but squeaked.
“Then perish.” Was the simple response as Alicent took her pleasure from Rhaenyra’s cock.
“Ugh, yes, my queen .” The white-haired queen garbled out, eyes rolling backward as her wife rode her without care.
Alicent focused upon brown eyes with a tilt of her head, “Sit upon our foolish knight’s face. Do not worry if he breathes or not if he wishes to survive, he shall earn it.”
“And how will I know she-uh-he has earned it?” Ali blinked as she rose to her knee, already prepared to follow orders even as her thighs still gently quaked.
Rhaenyra’s hand blindly grabbed for her thighs greedily. Ali looked at Alicent, being met with an arched eyebrow before a casual drifting of eyes toward the wandering hand. Ali blinked, her hand moving in response before thwapping it away herself as she’d observed her older counterpart do before.
“Hmm,” her older self hummed in approval. “I believe you shall know.”
Rhaenyra groaned as Ali finally straddled her face. “You are most cruel.”
“And you shall take such cruelty with pleasure, am I understood?”
Rhaenyra’s mouth rose to taste all of Ali’s cum, only withdrawing enough to confidently affirm. “Oh, my Queen, always.”
When Ali glanced down, purple eyes were already searing into her, meeting her brown eyes with authority to her work, leaving no room for doubt about the truth behind them.
After some time, they had found themselves thoroughly exhausted from all their activities. Which merely meant Alicent and Ali languidly enjoyed the bed while Alicent effectively sent Rhaenyra away. Merely for some fresh clothing and a subtle garb to sneak Ali out in but enough time for the two Hightowers to speak of manners, a Targaryen did not need to be privy to.
Discussion done, they made their clandestine burgeoning morning trip to the dragon pit. Ali’s trepidation was only kept at bay by being tucked comfortably between the couple amidst the roaring and jostling of flaming beasts.
“Are we certain I will be alright? After all, I did not arrive this way.”
Alicent’s step stuttered, and Rhaenyra remembered with a grimace that,t indeed, the young auburn-haired woman had not arrived in too generous a manner. To be reasonable, surely that was a slight detail that could be forgiven for slipping briefly from her.
“Ah, right, well surely if it worked once, Syrax will be inclined to a repeat. My golden lady is not immune to bribery if it truly comes to it.” Rhaenyra tried for levity, ignoring daggers from her wife for her having clearly not been informed. Uncaring of her own intentional, secretive discussion with their visitor.
After some coaxing and working through shrill cries both from Syrax and Ali, the golden dragon had tucked the misplaced woman into her side, covering her first with a leathery wing and singing her song as she covered her entire body with a large head. Syrax eventually unfurled for the once-occupied spot to be empty.
They both released a sigh of relief at the success.
“To be clear, darling wife of mine, allow another in my bath again, and I shall cut you down where you stand.”
“Your kindness knows no bounds, my benevolent queen”
Alicent scoffed, already trekking away with a departing pat to Syrax’s snout.
She was easily caught by a steady arm around her waist. And a reassuring kiss to her temple. As Rhaenyra spoke with her lips still pressed closed.
“My flame only burns for you, my beloved, if you’d feel so inclined to return to our chambers, I’m sure there are many more ways I could go about proving the truth of the matter.”
Heaving a heavy sigh, Alicent peeked out of the corner of her eye. Watching the way her dragon’s white hair gleamed in the early morning light. Her shoulders caved. She knew well that as soon as she found herself in close proximity, she was prone to folding to her dragon. That did not mean she couldn’t let Rhaenyra work for it a little more as they indeed made their way back to the Queen’s chambers together.