κ±ΚΙ΄α΄α΄κ±Ιͺκ±: Two girls in Valyria - one a princess and one a servant - find a way to create life. A beautiful one.
α΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ΙͺΙ΄Ι’κ±: coercive relationships
Future - Not this chapter: violence - gore - dubcon - cunnilingus - blowjobs
Κα΄α΄ α΄ ΙͺΙ΄α΄α΄Κα΄κ±α΄/κ±: Alicent/Criston/Rhaenyra
It is cold ocean that crept on Alicentβs bare goosebumps. Salty air balanced in her red hair. The curls are coiled in the furious breeze. A dragon doesnβt sit far away from her - it is waiting. βTime is important.β Her lover tells her. Rhaenyra stood just short of the waterβs length. She too is waiting. Alicent closed her eyes and nodded. It is not long until they finally enact the experiment they have been waiting for. She took a glass jar out from her freezing pocket and scooped the water around her into it. Rhaenyra smirked. She could hardly wait. Alicent returned to her with slow feet. Rhaenyraβs smirk pulled up. Her hands snatched her friendβs hips and tugged until their mounds pressed against each other. Rhaenyraβs purple eyes drew lustfully over the picture of Alicentβs face. βThere we go, sweet thing.β She told her, roaming hands along her body. She took the jar into her hand and inhaled the smell. A moan chorused out of her oesophagus. βGood girl - this is excellent.β She walked back toward her dragon - Syrax - and beckoned her lover. Alicent took heed and followed like a trusting lamb. They sidled and rose into the air without protest.Β
Alicent could feel nerves dancing in her blood. βAre you sure this will not cause consequence?β She asked - anxiety filled her stomach to the brim. βI am sure.β Rhaenyra returned and encouraged her to pour the salt water into a funnel. Alicent obliged reluctantly. It dripped into the flesh in front of them. She stared at the stapled flesh and bolted limbs. It looked tan but in a way that the cold breath of death still wandered over, a vague green hue to it. Still - she could not deny that the head Rhaenyra had chosen was beautiful with light stubble, a pronounced nose and thick luscious curls of coal black. It reminded her of the scales of her masterβs dragon. Impulsively - and while Rhaenyra was distracted, rambling elsewhere about her father - Alicent touched the manβs skin. It was softer than she thought it would be but still hard as tar. She drew back her hand before Rhaenyra could notice. She had to remind herself that this creation she tended to was not for herself but her lover. The lover that she hoped would one day take her in servitude.Β
The ways of Valyria are set. Firm and unmoving. Once the doom of the world commenced many years ago - affecting all but Valyria - the Lords of the Westerlands and Essos alike fled to Valyria. Some did not have it in them to survive but those that did begged and pleaded for their lives. So a deal was struck - that they would live but as servants to Valyrian Lords and Ladies once they reach their nineteenth birthday. That they be selected personally would be an honour but otherwise - they are merely assigned. It had been this way for centuries and although the Targaryen House is not one of notable splendour or power for that matter - Alicent had befriended the girl for this reason exactly. Or rather - her father had done. Otto Hightower had served under Rhaenyraβs father for many decades and had only soft words to say of him. That he was easily swayed and peaceful. Not only that but manipulated easily into giving Otto benefit over his other servants with only a whisper of troubles. Rhaenyra was not the same but she came from the same blood and although Alicent had no intention of manipulating her - she would not mind spending eternity at her side. They had become fast friends as children and now, they had become lovers.Β
Alicent emptied the final drop of salt water and stood back. βHe is almost ready, Rhaenyra.β She declared. Rhaenyra spun around and squealed with glee. Her chirping was as light as her feet, Alicent noticed. Her long violet and thick dress swayed with purpose as she clutched it. Envy stirred in Alicentβs stomach. If only she could have a dress so beautiful and eyes to match. If she was going to match her dress to her eyes they would have to match her hair too and neither appealed to her much. βYour mother would be so proud.β Rhaenyra cooed and stroked a hand across Alicentβs face. She flinched but quickly schooled it back to a smile. Alicentβs mother had been a keen learner of scientific arts - she often taught Alicent of these until her untimely death. Upon discovering her abilities her master - Rhaenyraβs mother Aemma - had declared her a sorceress in fear. She had strapped her to a pole of wood and set her alight as her family were forced to watch. Alicent too had been held down with her eyes spread wide to witness the atrocity. The princess Rhaenyra had sat at her right and wrapped an arm around her. It is one of the reasons Rhaenyra had asked for her assistance or rather work for this experiment. Rhaenyraβs eyes hardened at her reaction but not with displeasure. Instead they reflected something else entirely but not something that Alicent could name. Rhaenyra took her hand and roamed the skin of her hand.Β
βMy poor girl.β Rhaenyra continued and leant into her neck to kiss up to her cheek. Her tongue whipped to dab at the tears falling from Alicentβs eye. βWe will have our creation soon.β As she said this, she dipped her hand into the hot bubbling blood of the dark cauldron. She hardly felt the heat. She swirled the liquid around and around before lifting it out and wiping it on her gown. βCome on, pet. Bring him to me.βΒ
Cautiously, Alicent began to flood the final ingredients together in the fleshy tomb of a manβs body. A plethora of deceased men compiled and strewn together with the care of a wife preparing her husband to be embalmed. At first when Rhaenyra had piled the mismatched pieces together, Alicent had been horrified. She had nearly vomited at the sight and worse - the smell. But with time, she had grown to find solace and comfort in him. Her palm cupped his cold cheek as she sewed the final stitch and stepped back. βHe will rise as the moon does.β She announced to Rhaenyraβs glee. Rhaenyra grinned and squealed before running quickly away. βOh my friend, thank you! Send him to me when he is properly prepared. I shall be waiting and preparing myself too!βΒ
Alicent dropped her jaw in shock before shutting it. Prepare him? Didβ¦Did Rhaenyra not want his first look to be her face? Alicent was grateful for the gift but confused. Rhaenyra must just be an ignorant girl - she thought. It was the only explanation. So, Alicent sat and waited for him to awaken but first she draped cloth around his shoulders and covered his lusciously muscled legs with trousers. Rhaenyra had left behind her disguise - guard armour although it was obvious that nobody would believe she to be a guard with how small she was. Alicentβs hands roamed up and down the manβs arm and gazed into his coal eyesβ¦Coleβ¦ She liked that. Perhaps she could name him so. It was a beautiful name and he was a beautiful man. He deserved it. It was hours before he shuddered for the first time, before his eyes opened.Β
A gasp expelled and his eyes were shot open and wide. βIts alright, its alright.β She cooed at him, stroking back his hair but he only whimpered and babbled nonsensically. βBreathe, ser, you do know how to breathe, yes?β The man furrowed his brows until she demonstrated dramatically and he followed. She smiled widely. βWell done.βΒ
Going to make an attempt to write again! Apologies for the lack of completed requests, I have been hard on myself but I hope they will be giving me inspiration as I attempt to complete them.
Welcome to my first ever Kinktober. Instead of following a prompt list and posting something every day, I've gathered my own tropes and kinks, and I'll be posting a oneshot for each week of October.
This is a kink event and it might contain triggering content, so mind the tags. You are responsible for your own safety and comfort.
β Aegon ; Chastity Cage & Dacryphilia
β‘ Aemond ; Dubcon & Forced Orgasm
β’ Gwayne ; Virginity Kink & Religious Guilt
β£ WRITER'S CHOICE ; to be determined
β€ READER'S CHOICE ; upon request
REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
Characters ; Aegon, Aemond, Daemon, Gwayne, Jace, Cregan & Otto
Prompts and Kinks ; dubcon, choking, whipping, somnophilia, dacryphilia, semi-public or public sex, voyeurism, knife kink, genital torture, edging, orgasm control, overstimulation, biting, impact play (whipping, spanking), praise kink, degradation kink.
If a kink is not listed here, feel free to ask. No non con and no bodily fluids, thank you.
Amazing dividers by @zaldritzosrose, as always β‘
Comment if you want to be tagged in my Kinktober oneshots.
