Challengers (Evil Gay Westerosi Version)
Alicent Hightower x Fem!Witch!Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen
Summary: You would do anything for Rhaenyra, becoming her closest companion after she lost Alicent. So what happens when things come to a head and the only way to mend the rift between the two is by doing things your way.
Tags: witchcraft, magic, religious guilt, discussion of murder, all around tension, lowkey obsessive reader, SMUTT, threesome, thigh riding, scissoring, oral, finger sucking, making out, bath sex, the pics added aren't supposed to rep the readers physical appearance or anything!! theres no real descriptors of reader in the fic EXCEPT for the fact she is female bodied.
This is my collab with @goonofthrones!! we hope u guys enjoy it because we had a lot of fun writing it!
Pure boredom was the only emotion Rhaenyra had felt the entire time she had been on her marriage tour. She had spoken to countless men, of varying ages, and none had managed to keep her interest past introductions. Despite her clear distaste for the small talk, she had found herself stuck opposite Jason Lannister as he kept rambling on and on about something Rhaenyra had no interest or idea in. His voice had drowned out for her, reduced to nothing more but additional background noise on top of the already loud dining hall. She managed to stay somewhat courteous, small nods here and a strained smile there as he continued to speak. She couldn’t help but pray the servants would bring around a new jug of wine for her to fill her rapidly draining cup. Seemingly, the Gods were listening to her thoughts tonight as a servant came over, and she couldn’t help but notice how alluring she was. Temporarily, all the sound of the hall drained away as you poured her wine, and she got a good look at your features, all of her courtesy had vanished as she openly ogled despite knowing it was wrong for someone of her class to be so drawn in. However, it only seemingly got worse as you whispered, a seductive undertone to your words.
“You look bored, Princess? Want me to do something about it?” Your rich voice was a welcome sound for her, as if you were really sent down by the Gods to be her saviour, and she found herself unable to speak and only capable of nodding, a wide grin stretching lazily across her face.
At her confirmation, you stood after filling her wine and stepped away and Rhaenyra’s brow furrowed for only a second before her head snapped to the Lannister opposite, now in a serious coughing fit. The hall quieted as people looked over, the Lannister now purple in the face and clutching his neck as you poured him more wine to stay inconspicuous. The commotion that followed was just loud enough for Rhaenyra to step away, you to return the man’s breath and you both to leave the hall without any fuss.
For the first time during that entire tour, Rhaenyra felt somewhat alive, her eyes bright as she finally took you in properly.
“How did you do that?” She asked, somewhat breathless from her amazement.
All she got was a vague response about fate and gods and she was smitten, instantly offering to bring you back with her to court as a companion which you graciously accepted. Since her row with Alicent she had found herself with a loss of good company and had a hunch you would fill that position very effectively.
As the years passed it had turned out that Rhaenyra’s judgement had been very much correct. Aside from your enticing company making life at court less tiresome, it was your peculiar skills that proved you were worth your keep. She still had not yet been able to decipher who exactly you were, or the full extent of what you could do, she only understood one thing; having you on her side benefited her immensely. Since being named heir and being forced to endure Alicent’s torment she had grown paranoid, seeing knives around every corner of the keep. She lay awake late most nights confessing these worries to you as she lay in your arms and you listened diligently, combing your fingers through her hair as she spoke. One night the pressure grew too much to bear and she broke down fully into tears. At this you whispered that you could help, that you would do anything for her, no matter the cost. In truth you scared her, the intensity you held, your unwavering obsession with her, the quiet weight of your presence yet she could never turn you away it was you who she trusted most in this world.
In fact, it was you who had pointed her in Harwin Stong’s direction. She remembers it clearly, when she came to your chambers one night and whilst laying together in your bed confessed her fear of dying the same way her mother did, in the childbed delivering the baby of someone she doesn’t care for, of her fear that her and Laenor would never produce an heir and she would be disinherited by her father. It was then that you had intertwined your hands, bringing them down wordlessly to rest on her stomach atop her womb. “I would give you a child your grace. That is if it was what you desired”
Rhaenyra could only laugh in response thinking it to be a jest, “If only you could,” She stared down at your interlinked hands and began to play with your fingers, “I would take your babes over anyone else's any day.” She chuckled lightly and looked up to see if you shared her amusement only to be met with firm seriousness.
“Go to sleep, your grace.” Was all that came from you as you beckoned her to sleep in your arms.
The next day you had come to her, in your arms a vial filled with indistinguishable liquid. You had been missing all day, apparently working on something important. You had thrust it into her arms and told her to drink it before going to Ser Harwin Strong and she had without even a second thought to the consequences. Sure enough 9 moons later she had given birth to her son and heir Jacaerys. She did not know what your potion had done but she had her suspicions some of which were reinforced by the fact that sometimes when Rhaenyra looked into her son’s eyes it almost seemed as if it was your own staring back at her. The idea that you had been able to do something that added your own DNA into the mix of hers and Harwin’s should’ve scared her yet instead she found herself begging for the potion each time she lay with him.
It certainly helped that you even treated her children as your own, when Laenor was absent you were always there making sure they were cared for no matter what. The only fault in your familial bliss was that of the overbearing presence of the dowager queen Alicent Hightower.
To you at least it seemed that Alicent was jealous that what was once hers had been taken away from her, no matter how much she tried to hide it behind the fact your presence was “ungodly”. Your first meeting with her had been anything but smooth, you’d accompanied Rhaenyra to the gardens for some much needed air during a nice, warm day when Alicent had interrupted you both. She hadn’t said much - hadn’t needed to - instead she had come over as you and Rhaenyra lounged against the spiky grass, shaded by the tree branches above and cleared her throat loudly. You can barely remember what she said now, people had never really appreciated your company like Rhaenyra had and you knew you were unsociable at the best of times but you remember the words ‘demonic’ and ‘unusual’ falling from her lips before you were tugging Rhaenyra back inside away from her. Rhaenyra had tried to make you feel better before you’d told her it was fine, you were used to it and she’d gone quiet. There were a few more incidents with Alicent after this, most of them hostile but eventually both you and Rhaenyra had gotten used to her reactions and glares, and they’d even become your topic of conversation late at night, causing giggles to come from both of you. Despite her clear dislike for you, it had done nothing to move you away from Rhaenyra or the court, much to her distaste and that is how you had gotten where you were now. Rhaenyra, with all her knowledge of your powers now, had asked you once to find out which Lords would turn against you with the knowledge that Aegon could sit the throne, and you obliged without a second thought. You’d left your room smelling of herbs and paper from your spells, wandering the halls as you do every day to visit Rhaenyra and eat with her. She seemingly expected your presence, opening her door for you and pulling you in for a welcoming hug before shutting the door behind you. You both sit down, picking at the food prepared as you tell her about the Lord you were spying on. She nods along while eating, before she speaks.
“What should I do to stop it?”
You think, before speaking bluntly, no amusement present. “Honestly, Your Grace? I can make a spell to kill him, if you’d like.”
She barely blinks at your idea, instead nodding.
“Do it, don’t make it an obvious death, I don’t want them to find out and take you away from m-” She’s just finishing her sentence when the door opens, and the guard announces the dowager queen’s entrance. You both watch as Alicent enters, brow furrowed already.
“I thought you were eating with your father tonight, Rhaenyra.” She asks, authority clear in her voice. You don’t look at her.
“I barely ever eat dinner with my father, did he ask for my presence?” Rhaenyra replies.
Alicent doesn’t confirm or deny, but scoffs. “You will tomorrow, he wants all the family there, and that doesn’t include your little friend.”
Still turned from her view, you roll your eyes to Rhaenyra, who smiles slightly. Alicent scoffs again, but still takes a seat when Rhaenyra offers it as a courtesy. She barely talks, and when she does talk it’s never to you, only a comment about you. Something about your actions being ‘ungodly’ and asking Rhaenyra why she chose you out of everyone. You both ignore these comments, trying to just get through this awkward encounter so you can get back to planning your spell for this Lord. Your plans fall through, with Alicent overstaying her visit just long enough for you to leave first and go back to your room, deciding to just make the spell on your own accord.
The next few days you spend in a familiar solitude, you pick the herbs, barter for ingredients and spend time in your room alone brewing it up. Obviously, you don’t neglect your family entirely, you manage to make time to see Jacaerys train in the yard, talk to Lucerys about his studies and visit Rhaenyra enough to eat one meal before you return to your potion. Rhaenyra notices the change in you, the smell of Rosemary stronger than usual and the slight tinge of red to your hands, common when you were making something and the ingredients stained your fingertips. Eventually, you’d managed a good, potent potion, but it still didn’t feel like enough. You’d bottled it up so it wouldn’t be too obvious, the thought of being caught and sent away from Rhaenyra always made you hazardous when transporting your equipment and potions. You knocked on her door as usual, eyes taking in her long, white hair now undone from its intricate braid and her usual gown foregone for a silk night dress. You clear your throat and ask to enter, which she obliges with a smile and a tug on your wrist.
“I made it, the potion.” You say. “It’ll take effect after a couple of days, and with any luck it should just look as though he got a serious fever or illness.”
She nods, but you cut her off before she can speak.
“But I’m worried it won’t be strong enough. An illness or fever are treatable, we can’t afford a recovery.”
“So, what do you propose we do?” She asks, eyebrow lifting.
“..I have an idea to make it stronger.” You reply, placing the potion down on a side table, “But you have to trust me, and trust it will work.”
“I trust you more than anyone.” She replies instantly, voice quiet in the night.
You step forward, the silence feels deafening and it’s getting unnecessarily warm between you two. Your eyes stay on hers, gaze intense before they roam over her undone state and you lean in to press your lips to hers. She melts into it without question, you get the feeling that if you asked her to kill herself for you right now, she would probably do it as would you for her if she’d ask. Your lips move against hers hungrily, biting on her lip gently as you tug her to the bed in between kisses. She grasps onto your shoulders, and your own hands can barely stay still, they move from her back, to her hair, holding onto any part of her they can as though she’d disappear if you let go for one second. You’d never wanted something more in your life, and you couldn’t help the way your stomach turned in anticipation as you undressed each other in between kisses. Rhaenyra was everything you’d ever imagined, her skin seemed to shine in the slivers of moonlight from her window and you couldn’t help yourself when your kisses trailed from her lips to her neck, further and further down before you were kissing her inner thighs. You trailed up, breathing heavy before flattening your tongue against her. You smiled against her as you heard her breathing get heavier and the soft whimpers escaping her as you continued to run your tongue up and down her cunt, gently sucking on her clit just to hear her whine. You’d never wanted anything more than this, listening to her whine, finding out exactly what she wanted, feeling her nails tug your hair and her thighs tighten around your head when she finally came on your tongue. You didn’t, couldn’t, stop as you helped her ride it out, eventually kissing back up her body and kissing her deeply again so she can taste herself on your tongue. When she’d finally recovered, she managed to flip you onto your back, much to your surprise but you couldn’t complain when positioned her legs between yours and sank down, your cunts connecting just as you’d dreamed for years. Her cum and your spit helped ease the movement as she figured it out, loud moans escaping both your lips as your clits brushed against one another’s, heat curling in your stomach. Your hands gripped her waist, thumb brushing her skin gently as you helped keep her steady as she ground down against you. You managed to pull her down gently as she kept moving, pressing kisses against her lips and whispering in between them.
“I love you, Rhaenyra, I always have.” You whisper, breathless and words cut up between your breathing and whimpering.
She whines louder at that, and then moans as your mouth attaches to one of her breasts, pressing kisses to the sweaty skin there before moving to the other. She relishes in your affection as her movements speed up, your wetness combing with hers and making her movements easier. After one final deep kiss, she comes against you, continuing to move her hips in smaller thrusts until you came too. You’re just about to help her move off of you, both of your bodies sweaty and shaking when the door swings open. Rhaenyra gasps, moving off of you and you pull the blanket over each other to hide your bodies as you both look over to see who entered. To your annoyance, Alicent has decided that late at night was the perfect time to come visit Rhaenyra, and is clearly regretting it as she sees the compromising position you’re in.
Her cheeks are darkening by the second as she tries to speak, “..What is this, Rhaenyra?”
Rhaenyra can barely speak herself, brain still foggy from her orgasm before you cut in to speak instead.
Alicent’s eyes snap over to you, “What?”
“What do you think we were doing, Your Grace?” You add the title snidely, “We were fucking. Why? Does that bother you?”
Alicent’s brow furrows at that, “Why would it bother me?”
“Because you’re blushing like you’ve never seen or done it before, and you’re barely looking at either of us.” You reply, scoffing.
Alicent doesn’t respond to that, and you have to refrain from smiling.
“Do you want to know what it’s like?” You ask and Alicent’s eyes snap to you again, wider than before. You’d think she’d seen a ghost with how terrified she looks, her eyes akin to a prey animal.
For a moment you think she’s going to give in, she stands there, eyes heavily lidded and flicking between your exposed legs and Rhaenyra’s rapidly rising and falling chest. You almost feel sorry for her with how pitiful she looks, at war with her morals and her desires so clearly that it doesn’t take a mastermind to see it. A brief thought flashes across your mind unbidden but you can't help the undeniable throbbing in your cunt as you imagine what it would be like to bring her to the “ungodly” side of life she oh so often looks down upon you for.
You watch as she finally tears her eyes away from yours and Rhaenyra’s sweat slicked skin to meet your hard stare again. Her own resolve hardens, yet when she opens her mouth her voice is ragged, “I would not sully myself as you have, some of us care for our reputations.” She swallowed as she turned to leave and offered only Rhaenyra a simple nod, avoiding her eyes, “Rhaenyra.” You could only smile at her ignorance of you as you called out to her with a teasing lilt as she left, “Someday Queen Alicent you’ll understand us sinners lead far more joyful lives than those who hold themselves superior. When you realise that you are more than welcome to join!” She did not look back as the door slammed shut behind her signifying her exit. You could not stop yourself from falling back onto the bed into a fit of giggles as Rhaenyra fixed you with an incredulous look. You quieted your giggles, pulling her closer carefully, allowing her head to rest on your chest before you pressed a gentle kiss to her sweaty brow. You ran your fingers up and down her back before whispering to her, “Want to go take a bath?”
She nods tiredly, and you carefully shift away to go prepare the bath for you both. You heat the water to the perfect temperature, humming quietly to yourself as you add the scented oils to the water, the scent of lavender filling the air. You return to the bedroom briefly to help Rhaenyra up and out of bed, arm wrapped around her as you lead her to the bathtub. You aid her in climbing in on her wobbly legs before climbing in behind her and pulling her against your chest again. You wash her hair carefully, fingers combing through her white strands as you’d done countless times before. You grab the soap, lathering it up on your palms before gently rubbing the suds into her wet skin, taking your time to ensure you massage away all the aches her life as heir could have caused. You notice with time she continually shifts as your hands rub against her skin, and you suppress a smile.
“Are you okay?” You whisper, lips pressing against her shoulder.
“Mhm.” She hums, but you can tell from her tone she’s lying.
Your hands slide down to her waist, turning her around in the bath so she’s facing you and you can maneuver her enough to slip your thigh in between her legs. Her face is already turning red from the contact and her hips instantly start to move needily against your thigh. You praise and coo at her as she moves, her eyes squeezing shut beautifully and her face contorting as the pleasure curls through her. You help her move and flex your thigh, her moans growing louder and louder as her head falls to your shoulder, her breath hot against your neck as she finally comes against your thigh. You grin as she stays still, before eventually bringing her head back up. Her own hands are gripping your shoulders, and one trails down to your own hand, her fingers wrapping around your palm. You watch in awe as she brings your hand to her mouth and takes a finger into her mouth, tongue swirling around it. You can’t help how warm your own face becomes as you watch her and eventually you will yourself to pull your finger away, letting it dip into the cooling water to drag against her cunt. She whines and her hips move against it needily, still sensitive from her other orgasms but she can’t help the begs that fall freely from her lips. You don’t tease now, you need it just as bad as her and so you sink your finger into her, ensuring not to hurt her. You curl it as you move it in and out, your palm rubbing against her clit and her hips practically riding your finger. You press your lips to hers again, silencing her moans, the only noises from the room are the sloshing of water against bathtub sides, and the pants when you break long enough for a breath. You press your palm to her clit one last time and grind it down and her hips are jerking, cunt squeezing around your finger before she whines and collapses against you again. You hold her close until the water is barely warm anymore and you have to help her out, cradling her close as you dry her off and help her dress in a fresh night gown before cuddling into bed together.
She’s gone by the time you wake up, no doubt called upon by her father or taking care of the children. You groan as you sit up, legs aching as you get out of bed. You grab the potion from the table where you left it, the colour has darkened from the red it was to a deep crimson, clearly your plan strengthened it enough. You leave the room, wandering the keep until you reach your own room and can freshen up. You wash your face, put your hair up and pull on a new dress before you hear a knock.
“Come in!” You call out, turning when the door opens, eyes flitting to the guard standing in the doorway.
“Queen Alicent requests your presence, now.” He says, and your eyebrow raises.
You don’t reply, but nod and follow him through the keep until you reach the door to her room. You thank him and knock, waiting for her voice to give permission to enter. When you hear her call, you let yourself in, closing the door behind you.
“You asked for me, Your Grace?” You ask, feigning innocence for what you knew she was about to confront you about.
She looks unamused, that stoic, fake mask of an expression she always wears around you now locked in place. “You know why I called for you.”
“I think I’d like to hear from you why you called for me.” You reply, smiling.
“I want you to explain yourself. For your.. activities with Rhaenyra last night.” She says, clearing her throat.
“What activities?” You ask, smiling still, you’re enjoying this.
“Your.. intimate ones.” She replies, cheeks darkening again at the memory.
“There’s not much to say, is there? I wanted her, so I had her. She enjoyed it, clearly.”
Alicent clears her throat again at your response. “I assume it should not happen again.”
“Why not? I thought you’d be wishing to see it again, Your Grace, from your reaction.” You reply, and Alicent coughs at that, getting more and more flustered as you speak.
“I did not enjoy seeing it, as much as you may insinuate that. I care about my reputation, although you may not. I cannot… lay with others as I please, I am married to the king.” She replies, trying to seem proper as she whispers the shameful words.
“And what a happy marriage it is!” You joke, smiling. “Admit it, you wanted it to be you.” You step closer to her not clarifying who’s place exactly she had wished she was in, though you suspected it wouldn't matter. “It could be you, if you wanted it…”
She coughs, fighting her urges to stay yet she doesn’t move away when you step even closer.
You seize the moment and lean in, lips brushing hers barely. She doesn’t reciprocate for a moment, before her own lips move, just barely brushing against yours too. The plushness of them caresses yours and a soft sound of pleasure escapes her throat at the contact, causing you to smile victoriously into her mouth. You bring your hands up to gently cradle her head, rubbing soothing circles into her hair in an effort to soothe her while you embrace. A gasp of shock escapes her when your tongue comes out to rub her bottom lip, calling for entry and her hands come up to grip your arms painfully when you finally slither the muscle inside, rubbing it against hers. Her sighs get louder the more you continue and just as you’re about to move your hand down to undo the laces at the back of her dress her door opens. You pull away and look over as Rhaenyra walks in, pausing at the sight in front of her.
“What’s happening?” She asks, brows furrowing.
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” Alicent manages out, cheeks bright red now and chest heaving as she practically pushes past Rhaenyra to leave her own room.
Your eyes watch her go before turning to Rhaenyra, whose expression has morphed into something akin to anger.
“What was that?” She asks.
“I was just… helping her see her things more clearly.” You reply, shrugging.
“You’re supposed to be my best friend and my companion.” She angrily replies, and before you can even respond she’s also storming off. You wait for a moment for the sake of appearances before also leaving, going back to your own chambers to dwell on what just happened.
Preparing herself for the dinner was one of the hardest things that Alicent had ever done. She had to not only face Rhaenyra, but also her husband, children and step-grandchildren without anyone noticing how oddly she was acting. The conflict inside her was harrowing, she knew what she had done was wrong in the eyes of the gods yet she couldn't fathom, if that was the case, why it had felt so good. Despite this, she managed to compose herself enough to enter the room and help her husband sit down in between her and Rhaenyra. The children also all took their seats, and it seemed like it was all going well for her, with Viserys between her and Rhaenyra she could avoid the glares and her children seemed to only be focused on bothering Rhaenyra’s so she could avoid questioning there too. That is what she thought for a moment before Lucerys spoke to his mother, inquiring where you were with that childlike curiosity in his eyes.
Alicent nearly choked on the wine in her mouth, and Rhaenyra’s head briefly snapped over as she coughed.
“She’s.. not coming tonight, I believe.” Rhaenyra responded.
Alicent was mortified, she could feel her children’s eyes on her, clearly filled with confusion as she composed herself. Her cheeks burned red, but she tried to play it off as though the lack of air from her coughing fit had caused it, eyes locked on the table as Helaena tried to comfort her slightly. Rhaenyra could clearly see it however, her eyes still on Alicent as she tried to compose herself, and she knew now of the effect that even uttering your name would have on the dowager queen. Alicent had never felt more relief than when the servants finally brought out the food and she no longer had everyone’s eyes on her, but instead chattering and arguing about family and how the boys’ training was going. Even then, it seemed impossible for Rhaenyra’s family to not talk about you, much to Alicent’s dismay. Every time your name was even whispered across the table, Alicent went bright red, the hold you had on her was becoming obscene and by the end of the night her children had come to the conclusion she must be getting sick. Rhaenyra’s eyes followed Alicent as she got up to leave, brow furrowed barely as she practically rushed out and she followed behind after a moment.
The walk to her room was quiet, she had bid her sons goodnight but her heart was heavy knowing she would miss you this night. You had not come to see Rhaenyra after the incident in Alicent’s room, and she could not blame you for she had become quite aggravated and lashed out before leaving. Much to Rhaenyra’s surprise, she had entered her chambers to the sight of a letter waiting for her on her table, and she recognised your handwriting instantly. With careful hands she picked up and opened the letters, the smell of your perfume instantly reaching her nose and she almost choked with the sheer sensuality of what you’d written. In your perfect writing, you’d wrote about how much you’d missed her, how you wanted to make up for what she saw the other night and you’d spared no detail in what you’d do to her. With no sparing a moment, Rhaenyra was leaving her chambers to head to yours, the path familiar to her. She pushed open the door to your room without even knocking, the smell of incense and herbs familiar as she closed the door behind her. She stepped in quietly, eyes finding you where you lay on your bed, hair undone and only in a thin, silk night dress. Rhaenyra swallowed, her eyes tracing over you, how the candles alight in your room reflected against your skin, you looked perfect in her eyes. She made her way over to sit beside you as you sat up to greet her, and just as she was about to speak the door swung open again. It shut behind the visitor quietly, and no one other than Alicent Hightower was entering your room, a similar letter to Rhaenyra’s clutched in her hand. She also paused when she saw your attire, cheeks already a shade of pink before her eyes widened more at the sight of Rhaenyra beside you. Both have the same idea at once, moving away from you, Alicent taking a step back and Rhaenyra climbing off the bed. You sit up straight as they begin to talk.
“I should go..” Rhaenyra starts
“I should not have even come at all.” Alicent says, their voices overlapping and cutting each other off. You just smile, their eyes are still both on you.
“Wait.” you started leaning forward slightly to accentuate your curves, tempting them with the sight of you. “Don’t you two miss each other?” You ask, fingers toying with the lace of your nightdress, just over your breast.
Both of them swallow, but don’t move away any further. You crawl to the edge of the bed.
“Promise, I can help you both, but you need to trust me.” You tapped the spaces either side of you on the bed, beckoning them closer before sitting back on your heels to toy with your nightgown again.
Neither of their eyes move away from you as the strap of your dress slips down your shoulder slightly and it shifts up your thigh, exposing your tantalising flesh. Rhaenyra is the first to move closer to you again, given she’s never been able to stay away for long and you know that, you smile as she does, pushing yourself up onto your knees to match her height so she can press her lips to yours. Your lips move against each other, not as hungrily as they had the previous night, but deepening with every soft whine you pulled from her. You’re lost in it, so lost you barely hear Alicent’s footsteps as she moves over to you both. Rhaenyra sits beside you as you pull away and you tug Alicent’s hand gently so she’s on your other side before you gently press your lips to hers, hand wrapping around the back of her neck. You try to stay as gentle as possible, trying not to scare her off, but with the switching between the soft kisses with her and the hungrier kisses with Rhaenyra, you eventually end up clashing your lips to hers and practically moaning into her mouth. You break apart for a moment, before pulling them both closer to kiss them both at once. They’re hesitant at first, and avoid each other’s eyes before you let out a soft huff of amusement and manage to lure them in. All three of your tongues move against each other and soft breaths huff out. It’s intense, and your stomach is turning in anticipation as you feel them connect and lay back against the soft sheets of the bed, watching Alicent and Rhaenyra kiss, the fact you’ve stopped gone unnoticed by the both of them. You watch their soft lips press against each other, tongues pressing into each other's mouths, and the kiss is getting hungrier with their teeth almost clashing. Eventually, you can’t take the anticipation anymore and manage out a soft, “Okay.”
Their lips break apart instantly, both heads turning to look at you. They’re both panting and red in the face, before moving away from each other slightly having realised it was no longer you they were kissing. “I do not simply wish to sit here and kiss all night, keep going.” You whisper, voice just audible in the room and you can again see their slight hesitation before they move in. Their hands grasp at each other desperately, gripping and palming any softness they can get to through the stifling gowns. You can tell Rhaenyra is needy just from how flushed she is, but you delight in seeing Alicent so needy too. Her usually perfect braid is coming undone, leaving her curls loose, her eyes are bright and wide, and her cheeks are even redder than they’ve ever been. Rhaenyra barely wastes any time in pressing her lips to Alicent’s again and again, which Alicent reciprocates with a whimper, you can’t help but think she sounds beautiful. You watch from your laid back position as they continue to grasp at each other's skin, and make the decision that they were both wearing far too much clothes. You move behind Rhaenyra first, pressing sloppy kisses down the line of her neck as you tug at the laces of her gown and corset, gently moving your arms around her to slip the rest of her clothes off without interrupting her and Alicent. Once Rhaenyra is suitably undressed and you have brought your hands up to roughly palm her breasts, delighting in the moan that escapes you shift on the bed moving round to Alicent. You are slower with her, teasing as you finally get her dress off and press your front to her back, allowing her to feel the shapes of your breasts that were barely covered by your nightgown. You move back to your position from before and watch, breathing getting heavier as Rhaenyra pulled Alicent onto her lap, thigh slipping between her legs just as you had done to her the other night.
“Don’t stop.” You command Rhaenyra, as her lips keep moving against Alicent’s, just barely breaking apart for air when they need it. Her hands come up to Alicent’s waist, helping her move against her thigh. You grin as she begins to whine at the feeling, and you can’t help but feel slightly egotistical at the fact you had taught Rhaenyra how to pleasure Alicent. You keep watching as the movements get sloppier, their lips are barely moving against one another’s now, instead only parting for heavy breaths and moans escaping them, and you can barely tear your eyes away when Alicent finally comes on Rhaenyra’s thigh, only managing a few more weak thrusts. Just like last night, you watch Rhaenyra bring her fingers up to her mouth, wetting them with her saliva before dragging them down to press in between Alicent’s thighs. Alicent whines louder as she does, still overly sensitive from her last orgasm but shifting nonetheless to make it easier for Rhaenyra to press her fingers inside. She grinds down against her fingers, head falling back and you watch her eyes screw shut as her pleasured noises start to fall from her lips louder. You move closer, your lips finding Alicent’s breast as Rhaenyra keeps moving her fingers, and Alicent’s hand comes up to grasp at your hair. You smile against her, sucking a mark into her skin, proof of how far from god’s grace she had fallen.
After a few more grinds down, she came against Rhaenyra’s finger, a moan from both of them filling the room. You move away from her chest to admire your work, there are blossoms of red and purple against her, shimmering from your saliva and you can’t help but smile. You pull your night dress off and over your head as Alicent relaxes into the sheets and you move over to Rhaenyra. You press your lips to hers, hungrily. You can’t help yourself, your cunt is already wet and throbbing from the sight in front of you. Just like the previous night, you waste no time in kissing down her body, leaving marks on her chest too before you settle between her legs. You’re more depraved than before though, switching between sucking on her clit without giving her a break and dragging your tongue up and down just to hear her whine. She’s grasping at your hair harder than before and you grin as her thighs clamp around your head, practically cutting off your air.You can only moan in slight shock as you feel Alicent’s fingers begin to tentatively trace your folds from behind you, testing the waters as she felt just how soaked you’d become. You feel them find your clit and can only moan loudly into Rhaenyra’s cunt causing Alicent to start rubbing that area in circles. You delighted in the thought she had likely done this exact action on herself after seeing you and Rhaenyra the other night and had to fight to stay focused on pleasuring Rhaenyra. You keep moving though, obsessed with her taste, before she comes on your tongue faster and harder than she had previously. You surmise she was just as needy as you were. She lies back on the bed, legs shaking as you sit up on your knees. You look at both of them, spit and sweat glistening on their skin in the candle light as you turn back to Alicent, pushing her back to lie down as you shift yourself in between her thighs. You lower yourself, cunt pressing against hers, her wetness mixing with yours instantly and you both whimper. You grind yourself down, eyes falling shut and when you open them back up, Rhaenyra is watching in adoration as you press your clit to Alicent’s again and again, one hand between her legs playing with her oversensitive folds as the other tweaks her own nipple. You’re both shaky and loud at this point, and you thank the gods you were given a room in a far end of the keep, away from others. You keep moving, thrusts becoming needier and needier by the second, you lean down to press your lips to hers as best as you can between pants and your hand reaches out to smack Rhaenyra’s away from her cunt so you can all come together and it’s not long before you do, a chorus of desperate moans filling the space. You keep moving through your orgasm, until Alicent arches up against you, thighs tightening around you. You fall in between them, shaky and sweaty, but content. You pull them both closer, allowing them both to cuddle up to you.
“Perhaps a life of sin is not so bad, Dowager Queen, hm?” You spoke, breaking the silence causing Rhaenyra to laugh beside you, Alicent letting out a huff of amusement despite herself as they both curled into your side. They rested their arms atop your naked stomach so they could hold hands. It filled you with a sense of ego-swelling accomplishment that you had been able to end their cataclysmic feud before it had gone too far
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