Red Keep ― Royal Apartments…
Rhaenyra returns to her chambers for the night, though she found herself having a tough time trying to forget the horrifying memories of her encounter with the Cannibal on Dragonstone. Although she was given Essence of Nightshade to help her sleep, the princess found herself unable to. And then there was her brother blowing up at her and kicking her out, sending her back to the capital to endure Beatrice again. But with the Summer Festival set to begin tomorrow morning, word soon reached Rhaenyra that Aeonar and Alicent had arrived with their three children – Jaehaerys and the twins Aegon and Viserys. Although she wanted to see them, Rhaenyra could not bring herself to face her older brother. She somehow must have assumed that he was still disappointed with her, though perhaps Alicent would be more sympathetic toward her plight. Whatever the case, they'll get the chance soon come sunrise.
Criston, meanwhile, stood guard at Rhaenyra's bedroom door. A dutiful Kingsguard, the young knight remained ever vigilant. When he saw the princess go past him, he gave a polite nod in acknowledgment.
"Good night, Ser Criston," Rhaenyra said.
"Sleep well, princess," Criston reciprocated.
Closing the door behind her, Rhaenyra exhaled and removed her earrings, placing them on the table until she noticed a sack hanging on the chair. Suspecting someone intentionally left it for her, curiosity overtook the princess. Gripping the sack, Rhaenyra dumped the inner contents on the table to find common page-boy clothes, and a note was written in High Valyrian glyphs along with a map of her room. The letter read:
Kesommi aōle mīsās.
(Put these on.)
Rhakiāzmo inkot dōros indīs.
(Push the wall behind the tapestry.)
Geltilio r ȳ j ā s. Ninkiot avy rhaeninna.
(Follow the passage. I'll meet you outside.)
Now ordinarily Rhaenyra would assume it was another one of her brother's encrypted spy-like messages, but she realized this wasn't Aeonar's handwriting. No, it belonged to her uncle, Daemon. Following the letter's deciphered message, Rhaenyra walked over to the corner of her room and pushed on one of the painted panels next to her bed which revealed a hidden passageway to a secret staircase. "Whoa!" she stumbled forward, catching herself on the pillars. The princess hesitated for a moment, considering the last time the thrill of adventure got the better of her but checked to see if the coast was clear. Seeing no one, Rhaenyra got undressed and changed into the common clothing left for her before sneaking out of the castle.
Leading down a spiral staircase, Rhaenyra noticed some of the castle walls had different layers of colored windows, others were concrete. She could see some of the guest rooms in the royal apartments – who resided where and what they were doing. The princess felt like a spy herself; she could use this one day to peak on someone she suspects of wrongdoing… or to amuse herself. In one room, Rhaenyra could see maids tending to her nephew Jaehaerys while others were tucking in what she assumed were her new nephews, Aegon and Viserys. So… that is them? They are so tiny. Moving past, she saw Aeonar and Alicent in the next room. Rhaenyra couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could see them. Hoping they didn't see her, the princess narrowed her eyes and leaned in for a closer look.
But what Rhaenyra saw was something she had not expected.
In the room, Alicent was already on her knees in front of Aeonar, partially undressed with her nightgown barely clinging to her shoulders, her right hand wrapped around his erect cock slowly sliding up and down. Rhaenyra felt her face blush a deep shade of pink when she realized they were getting physically intimate. Whoa… deciding to go at it already? Continuing her unexpected, unplanned eavesdropping, Rhaenyra watched Alicent wrap her lips around the tip of her brother's dick and starts to bob her head up and down. Rationality urged her to look away, yet for some reason, Rhaenyra could not. She knew it was wrong, but her primal instincts kept her still. The princess felt a tingling sensation between her legs, and she knew what it meant. She was old enough to understand what sex was. Well, so long as they don't notice, I suppose one little peak never hurt anybody. From the safety of the hidden passageway, Rhaenyra watched Alicent tongue the head of Aeonar's erection with slow, savoring licks and gentle sucks. Seven hells, Alicent, how can you handle that… thing? And his face… Aeonar, that face you're making, does… does it feel that good? Do you like it when she sucks you off like that? Still blushing, Rhaenyra quickly shook her head. No! Stop that! Get out of here before they see you!
Quickly turning on her heels, Rhaenyra scurried out of there to avoid being spotted. Part of her felt horrible for what she just did. She passed through the shrine of Balerion the Black Dread's skull to the outer wall of the Red Keep. The princess soon met up with Daemon, who was also disguised as a commoner, keeping his hood to conceal his recognizable Targaryen silver-white hair. Following his lead, Rhaenyra put on a large boy's hat. Her uncle, however, noticed his niece's flushed cheeks.
"You saw something you weren't supposed to, did you," Daemon raised an eyebrow teasingly.
Rhaenyra blinked. "H-How did…?" she stammered slightly.
"Because you're still blushing. Come. I have much to show you."
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
King's Landing ― Street of Silk…
Daemon escorted Rhaenyra through the Street of Silk to witness a street fair, filled with tightrope walkers, jugglers, firebreathers, musicians, dancers, and fortune-tellers. She was so excited being out of the castle this late at night. Her father would never allow her to do this, but with the early festivities underway, there was no way Rhaenyra could pass this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity up. She could hear the yells, the cheers, the dragon-looking mechanics spitting fire, the sounds of a whore getting fucked in a nearby alleyway…
Rhaenyra, too distracted to pay attention to her surroundings, felt a stranger bump into her.
"Fuck off, boy! Watch where you are going!" the drunkard slurred and stumbled, unable to keep his balance.
Ordinarily, Rhaenyra felt compelled to tell the man off. However, due to her disguise, he didn't recognize her. A smirk curled on her face. "He called me boy," she told Daemon, giggling with excitement.
"I know, I heard. Remind me to rip his tongue out in the morning."
The Street of Silk festivities offered plenty more for the pair to witness. A man walking on a tightrope above their head, vendors offering food and drink to customers… There was so much to see, so much to do, and so little time! Daemon grabbed a wineskin of beer, taking a sip before offering it to his niece. Rhaenyra took the drink and gulped. Within seconds, she began coughing in response to the alcoholic content going down her throat.
"I know," Daemon noticed. "It's always tough the first time, but it puts some chest on your chest. Toughens you up for the second cup. Mostly it's because the nerves in your throat are dead after the first cup."
"And people drink this?" Rhaenyra asked.
"Depends on its potency… and flavor. Most need to drink to drown their misery, their sorrows, to celebrate good fortune, or simply for the sake of it. Take your pick."
"Do you wish to know your death, child?" asked a blind fortune-teller.
"Um, no thank you," Rhaenyra politely declined. Know my death? I am only nineteen, lady. I've got plenty of time left!
♪ How many eyes does the Young Dragon have? ♪
♪ A thousand eyes, and two! ♪
Rhaenyra's ears perked up at the sound of the music being played and turned to watch the entertainment. Performers vocalize, playing instruments such as the harp, flute, fiddle, reedpipes, and kettledrums to match the lyrics with the melody. Noticing a large gathering of smallfolk who came to watch the play, Rhaenyra and Daemon got close enough.
♪ Called a spymaster, a prince, a warrior, a rider ♪
♪ His eyes pale and cold, his hair white as winter snow ♪
♪ He is a king's heir and son - He is a king's heir and son ♪
♪ How many eyes does the Young Dragon have? ♪
♪ A thousand eyes, and two! ♪
♪ A past life stolen, a spirit broken ♪
♪ When sorrow threatened to swallow him whole ♪
♪ And the flames caused a rebirth - Oh, and the flames caused a rebirth ♪
♪ How many eyes does the Young Dragon have? ♪
♪ A thousand eyes, and two! ♪
♪ Like men change attire, he changes his skin ♪
♪ The dragons are his kin, the open skies are his home ♪
♪ And what mercy? He has none, oh! And what mercy? He has none ♪
♪ How many eyes does the Young Dragon have? ♪
♪ A thousand eyes, and two! ♪
♪ Blackfyre and Yi Tish bow both at his side ♪
♪ There's no place to flee to, no place left to hide ♪
♪ No matter how far you run, oh! No matter how far you run ♪
♪ How many eyes does the Young Dragon have? ♪
♪ A thousand eyes, and two! ♪
♪ So better be loyal, be honest, and true ♪
♪ Or one day his eyes could be searching for you ♪
♪ And the King of Dragons will see you burn! Oh! And the King of Dragons will see you burn! ♪
As the audience applauded, Rhaenyra knew the minstrels were singing about her brother Aeonar. Yeesh, now I can see why he detests what he calls 'hero worship.' Once you hear that songs have been written about you, they gradually start to grate on your nerves the more times you hear them. The curtains then closed as the musicians bowed in acknowledgment, picked up their instruments, and walked off stage.
"Yes! Thank you! Thank you! People of King's Landing, 'A Thousand Eyes, and Two' from our mummers," one of the theater's ringmasters said. "Tonight, in celebration of the Summer Festival, we would like to welcome you all to a grand, special performance in tribute to His Grace King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, and his honored son, the Young Dragon himself, Prince Aeonar of House Targaryen. People of King's Landing, it's my proud honor to introduce to you… 'The Iron Chair'!"
More applause and curtains were again pulled back.
"Watch closely," Daemon whispered. "This is how the smallfolk think of us."
Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow, curious and confused by what her uncle was implying. Regardless, they continued watching the performance play out.
"And now we come to the matter of the great Iron Chair… and whose bum it might bear," the lead theatre player recited their role. "On this very day, some eleven years ago, our good king, names his son, a prince – one whose name as a reputable spymaster would later spread far and wide – his heir."
The crowd gave polite applause and whistled.
"But to his disdain, a daughter, a child two years lower than him, schemes a hellish act. An act that leaves our prince in a state of misery."
The crowd then starts booing and jeering. Rhaenyra could not believe her ears. That is not true! I never went that far as to intentionally torment him maliciously! We were just children back then! Having fun! It was meant to be harmless! That is just not true!
"Yet not long after, another baby is born." The actor, dressed as Beatrice Peake, began grunting and groaning mockingly while the actor, playing Rhaenyra, dove under the dress to pull out a makeshift doll. "A son!" The audience cheered. "To which heir might the chair bear? Who will it be? The brother?" referring to Daemon. "The son?" referring to Aeonar. "The daughter?" referring to Rhaenyra. "Or the little princeling of three?" referring to Aegon the Elder.
More laughter echoed, annoying Rhaenyra. The actor portraying Aegon the Elder gave a mock cry while the one playing Rhaenyra moved to scooch over, only to be pushed aside by the actor portraying Aeonar, donning draconic armor and a dragon helm, to sit on the makeshift chair depicting the Iron Throne.
"Daemon… the Prince of the City, Aeonar… the Young Dragon, Rhaenyra… the Realm's Delight. Aegon… the Conqueror-Babe. One whose impulsiveness draws a fine line between greatness and madness, the other whose eyes have seen everything you do the second you breathe, a girl so young and so slight who is loved by all her people, and lastly a little prince, who would prove powerful? And who would prove feeble?"
"Aeonar! Prince Aeonar's the powerful one!" one spectator hollered.
"The Young Dragon!"
"Give us the Young Dragon!"
"Of all contenders, those who might long for a claim," the lead actor continued, "they have something Rhaenyra does not: a cock."
Rhaenyra gritted her teeth, watching as the performers pull a makeshift cock made of knotted rope out from his pants much to the crowd's amusement. This is how they think of me? That is what I am to these people? They are making fun of me… just because I am a woman! "Lies, slander! Boo!" she hollered.
Daemon rolled his eyes. "Jest if you will," he told her, "but many of the smallfolk are likely to believe that, as the oldest male of the king's own skin, your brother deserves to be called the rightful heir. Considering he already has a bit of a reputation."
"Hmph! Their opinions are of no consequence." Rhaenyra turned to leave.
"Haha! They're of great consequence if one's expected to command them one day. It's something I had to find out when I lead the City Watch."
"For once, uncle, I wish to be free of the burdens of my birthright, not be constantly reminded of them."
Daemon followed his niece closely, watching Rhaenyra take food from a street vendor. "That's four coppers, street rat," he continued the pretense. "In King's Landing, we pay for our pleasures."
Rhaenyra raised a brow. Trading glances from Daemon to the street vendor, she soon realized what her uncle meant. He still does not know who I am. Still seeking some fun, she tossed food at the Rogue Prince and ran in the opposite direction without paying, turning the corner.
"Hey!" Daemon shouted.
"Stop! Boy!" the vendor called out.
"Wait, I'll find him."
Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast…
Beatrice brewed a cup of tea. She had a very bothersome few days, more so since her stepson and his family entered through those doors. Donning an elegant nightgown, the queen readied herself to turn in for the night. However, before she could get into bed, there came a knock at her door. "Come," she called out.
Minella, one of her handmaidens, entered the room. "Pardon me, Your Grace," she curtsied. "The king has requested your presence."
"Now? The hour is quite late, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Yes, Your Grace."
"So go away and let me sleep in peace."
"I'm sorry, Your Grace, but… but the king has demanded it to be so."
Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Fine. I will be there shortly," she said with a huff. That means there is only one thing he wants from me tonight. Rising from her bed, the queen took only a candle to light her way toward the king's room. Upon entering, Beatrice could see Viserys already deep in his cups, leering at her. "The same again?" she asked as if she already knew the answer.
Viserys said nothing but pointed to the bed.
Beatrice sighed, working to undo the laces and buttons of her nightgown. Her silk soon slid to the floor, until finally, she stepped out of her small clothes. Her face was comely, with a small chin, delicate nose, big brown eyes, and brown hair, her figure was curvaceous, and her breasts were full and heavy, her stomach had extra padding but was still flat though stretch marks remained from her first two pregnancies. She remained silent before she laid flat on Viserys's bed, waiting for the inevitable.
The king, already undressed, crawled atop Beatrice, and spread her legs apart to reveal her maidenhead. She felt him fumbling at her entrance, trying to stick his cock in. After several failed attempts Beatrice took Viserys's cock in her hand and placed it at the opening of her cunt. Feeling her opening the king shoved hard into his queen. "Ahhh…" he groaned.
Beatrice's face scrunched when she felt Viserys start to move inside her, though she made certain she moved her head to the side where the king could not see her expression. Again, it was the same routine; another night, another round of boring, pleasureless sex with an ailing man old enough to be her father. The infection Viserys is suffering from wasn't stopped by amputating two of his fingers, only slowed, and the sores on his back are slightly worse than before. Beatrice looked bored and disinterested as they coupled, though whenever Viserys does turn to her face she switches to a fake smile as a dutiful wife. Just do it already. Finish and get it over with.
"Haaah… haaah… Haaah… N-nnnngh!" Viserys breathed heavily, in the moment of his pleasure, his seed filled her and trickled down between her thighs. Having emptied himself inside her, the king rolled over.
Beatrice, feeling the heat within her womb, contemplated whether Viserys had gotten her pregnant again. But if he did, she would make it so that he would not do so again. Aegon and Helaena were enough, but if the queen's belly were to swell once again with child, it would be the last one she would ever bare. Never again. That is all the satisfaction you are ever going to get from me.
––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Engaging in the lotus position, Alicent and Aeonar remain close, their noses inches apart and their eyes locked on to one another's. Both were completely nude, basking in each other's warmth. He leans in and she meets him in between… their lips touch; a slow and gentle press. Alicent wraps her arms around Aeonar's neck while he caresses her back with his left hand as he massages her butt with his right.
Raising her hips slightly, Alicent straddles herself above Aeonar's cock and slowly sinks onto it. Both gasped and shuddered. Alicent wrapped her legs around Aeonar's waist while he held her. To her, the lotus position was not just being in her partner's lap, but a deeply intimate one that wonderfully prioritizes closeness to further bond emotionally with the man she loves. Both continued to lock their eyes.
"I love you…" Aeonar told her.
"I love you too…" Alicent reciprocated, leaning forward to kiss him with much affection. She slowly lifted and lowered herself on top of him, gyrating her hips in a way that allows for a fantastic penetrative feeling, leaking her juices onto his shaft. She sinks his cock deeper into her pussy, causing her to whimper as she does so. Her right hand was on the back of his head while her left hand raked across his back, Alicent buried her face in Aeonar's neck to stifle a soft moan while maintaining a steady rhythm. Her inner walls, her very core tightening around her husband's cock with each descent.
"That's it…"
Alicent's breathing quickens, mouth parting further to draw in desperate breaths of air. "You… make me feel so… Ah! So good, Aeonar…" she panted. Her thighs clenched and release as she focuses on riding him; plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her, her eyes full of lust and love for her husband, wanting him to be satisfied. "Oooh! Aaaah Mmmm!~ Oh, yes… Oooh, don't stop!"
Aeonar gritted his teeth. He can feel it too as his wife's warm wetness coiled around his hardened rod, stroking it with each movement, and hearing the rasps of her labored breathing. The euphoric feeling makes his core tighten. "I'm getting close too, Alicent," he groaned.
"Do it… Cum, Aeonar, cum in me."
With a carnal cry, Alicent's body quivered and convulse from her orgasm, her vagina clenching tightly around Aeonar's cock intent on milking him for every drop. He hugged her tightly as his sex twitched inside her and spurt rope after rope deep into Alicent's womb, filling her with his seed. They stay in each other's embrace for several moments, focusing on deep and long breaths of air; relaxing, and not wanting to pull away from each other's arms.
Aeonar brushed strands of Alicent's hair away from her sweat-stained face. Caressing her cheek, he pulled her into a deep kiss, an act she returned, wrapping her arms around his neck once more. They both pulled away and hugged once more.
"I love you, Alicent," Aeonar repeated.
"And I love you, Aeonar," Alicent replied warmly.
King's Landing ― Street of Silk…
Rhaenyra, still on the run from the vendor, turned from one alleyway to the next. She nearly pushed aside some servants. The princess looked behind to find Daemon following her. Thrilled with the chase, she continued leading her uncle away. Looking over her shoulder, however, Rhaenyra wasn't paying attention to what or who stood in front of her, grabbing her arm. She quickly gasped and turned to see a gold cloak, Ser Harwin Strong had caught her.
"And who might you be running from, now?" Harwin demanded. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Ser Harwin. It is me. Don't."
"Princess?" Even with the disguise, Harwin upon closer inspection recognized Rhaenyra. Seeing Daemon rounding the corner, he released his hold with a grin on his face. Oh, your brother will certainly hear about this at some point, princess. But not from me. "You take care, boy," he warned playfully. "Next time, you might not be so lucky." With that, the Bonebreaker continued his routine patrol.
Eventually, Daemon caught up to Rhaenyra. "Enjoyed that, did you?" he asked.
"Hah. Who knows when I will next taste freedom?"
The Rogue Prince laughed. Before long, Daemon pulled Rhaenyra and brought her to another section of the Street of Silk. There, she watches a performance by naked male and female dancers while drums beat around her with a mix of fear and interest. Each of them had tattoos on their arms and legs, yet she was unfamiliar with the markings' origins. Astapori? Meereneese? Braavosi? Lorathi? No, none of them matched. Yi Tish? No, that is too far east near the Shadow Lands. But at the same time, Rhaenyra felt her cheeks flush again. Her violet eyes remained locked on the nude dancers, entangling their arms and legs over and around each other, their eyes gazing into the distance.
Rhaenyra soon followed Daemon, staying close as they descended into the lower level of the brothel. Daemon took his hood off, and tossed Rhaenyra's hat aside, revealing their recognizable Valyrian hair to any onlookers. The lower den of the brothel is an orgy, with pairs and groups enjoying themselves: men cavorting with women, women covert with other women, men cavort with other men, women cavort with two men at the same time, and so on. All were enjoying themselves. Heavy breathing, moaning, and the smell of sex permeated the air. Rhaenyra, a sheltered princess, is disoriented by the display all around her, but also transfixed in awe. The brothel she was brought into, and the acts performed, reminded her of her earlier observation of Alicent performing fellatio on Aeonar. Thank the gods they did not notice her.
"What is this place?" Rhaenyra asked quietly, her face blushing beat red.
"It's where people come to take what they want," Daemon explained in a suggestive tone. He held his niece close. "Fucking is a pleasure, you see. For the woman as it is the man."
After watching a particularly muscular man fellate another man, Rhaenyra can hold back her desire no longer and leans in to start kissing her uncle Daemon, giving in to her carnal desires for the first time. Her heartbeat was racing. Seeing Alicent fellating her brother was one thing, but seeing everything going around her at once again made her feel a tingling sensation between her legs. Rhaenyra herself was becoming aroused by the pleasures of sex.
"A marriage is a duty… Yes. But that does not stop us from doing what we want. From fucking who we want."
Amidst the orgy going on around them, Rhaenyra leans in for another kiss, and Daemon slowly spins her around and holds her up against a wall. He slowly opens her shirt and pulls her pants down, while Rhaenyra lolls her head in pleasure. Daemon gently turns her around to take her from behind against the wall - but then she spins around and starts aggressively kissing him. However, seeing the lust in his niece's eyes, Daemon slowly starts backing down: either because he is no longer excited if he isn't in total control of the situation, or because part of him can't go through with doing this to his brother, or a mix of both. No matter how hard Rhaenyra tries to kiss her uncle, Daemon ducked his head to avoid it and quickly turned to leave.
Rhaenyra, flushed and confused, was now alone in a brothel. "Daemon?" she called but got no response. Quickly covering herself, she pulled up her pants and tied the laces of her shirt together before storming out in frustration to search for her uncle, also not considering that she is no longer disguised. Why?! WHY?!
Unbeknownst to her, a young street urchin of Lyseni descent in the nearby hallway recognizes the princess and follows her from a distance.
Red Keep ― Royal Apartments…
Returning to the Red Keep through the front gate, Rhaenyra, in a haze of wine and lust, does not bother to return through the secret passage. Turning the hallways, she passes by the guest room her brother and Alicent were staying in. This time, she heard faint moans and the wet sound of skin slapping against each other. Carefully pushing the door open, Rhaenyra saw Alicent on the bed crouched on all fours with her face pressed down on the mattress with her ass raised in the air while Aeonar, gripping Alicent's hips, was pounding away from behind.
"Oooh! Aaah! Harder! Harder!"
Rhaenyra's arousal increased greatly. Alicent looked like a bitch mounted by a dominant male, seeing Aeonar's cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Whoa! How long have they been going at it? She wondered. Biting her lip to quiet her heavy breathing, Rhaenyra reached her right hand down her pants to find her clitoris a little wet. Damn, she really does like it. Yes, fuck her, Aeonar. Fuck her nice and deep now. Make her scream again. That is it. Slightly jerking her pelvis against her hand, she continued using her two fingers to massage her clitoris in a circular motion, sliding up and down as she watched them.
"Fu…! Oh, Aeonar, you feel so good inside me…~ Ah, ahh… it's driving me crazy…"
"Ngh! Do not hold… mmm! Don't hold back for me, Alicent. Take it like a good girl…"
"Y-Yes, please give it to me! I-It is so hot inside! M-More! Please, push it deeper in me!"
The thought of sex made Rhaenyra grow more aroused, her passion swelling and secreting more juices. Using her left hand, she began kneading her left breast, caressing it, and twirling her nipple between her fingers. Holy shit, this is so hot… Alicent, you lucky bitch… Her heavy breathing was becoming difficult to muffle. Biting her lip, she frigged her clit faster. Do you intend on getting her pregnant again, brother? Put another baby in her belly? Go on. Do it, Aeonar… Knock her up, you hear me? Get her pregnant. The sound of approaching footsteps alarmed Rhaenyra and she quickly took her hand away from her snatch and hurried off to her own chamber, denying the orgasm that was building inside her.
Nearby, Ser Criston remained on guard outside the princess's door. The sound of approaching footsteps soon caught his attention. Who is there? Before he had time to reach for his scabbard, to his great confusion, the Kingsguard knight saw Rhaenyra abruptly go right past him and close the door on him. What the…? But how…? When did she…? "Princess?" he stammered, obviously confused as to what had just happened. I swear I must be losing it. "Princess, are you… are you hurt?" he called out. No response came. "I-I should alert the Lord Commander." Before Criston could leave, he saw the doors immediately swing open.
"No," Rhaenyra shook her head. When she saw Criston look away, she smirked mischievously and snatched his helmet.
Criston, annoyed at the princess's playful behavior, entered her room. "My helmet," he extended his hand.
Rhaenyra, still chucking, taunted her sworn shield by taking two steps back whenever he got close. Before Criston reached for her, the princess swerved around him.
"You finished?" When Criston saw the helmet, he reached for it again. "Thank you," he sighed. But again, Rhaenyra denied him playfully again. Throwing his hands in the air, Criston turned to leave the room, but Rhaenyra impeded his path and closed the door. "Seriously?" He looked done with these childish games. When Rhaenyra again offered to return his helmet, Criston suspected she would only yank it away again if he tried to take it. But this time, when he reached for it, he felt Rhaenyra pulling him into a kiss, shocking him. "Mmmh?!" he gasped with surprise, blushing a bright shade of red. "Wh-Wha…?" he stammered nervously.
Oh, how cute. I have you now. Rhaenyra dropped Criston's helmet and slowly tugged at the laces of her shirt.
Seeing the longing in her eyes and her intentions, Criston raised a hand. "S-Stop. Princess, please," he pleaded, haven sworn his honor to the Kingsguard and taken a vow of chastity upon donning the white cloak. Besides, Rhaenyra was his friend's sister. If Aeonar were to find out, then he would surely kill them both for it. Criston then sees Rhaenyra starting to unfasten the vambrace on his left arm. "Princess… please don't," he tried again, avoiding her gaze.
"Oh, come on," Rhaenyra teased. "Don't be a stick in the mud." Once she successfully removed the vambraces on Criston's arms, she moved his chin up to meet her at eye level. Sensing a mutual attraction, the princess needed to give him extra encouragement and then kissed him.
Criston knew this was wrong. It violated his vows as a knight of the Kingsguard, it was a betrayal of his best friend. All sense of reasoning was urging him to stop, but… he could not. Having longed after her from afar for years since the tournament years ago, that it was Rhaenyra who recommended him to the Kingsguard, Criston inevitably succumbed to temptation and started kissing Rhaenyra back. She slowly begins to remove several layers of his Kingsguard armor.
After a meaningful look at the white cloak of his office after removing it, both Criston and Rhaenyra slowly undress. Rhaenyra giggles in excitement when she sees him naked. He was in excellent physical shape, his muscles glistening in the light, and his Dornish features made him even more attractive and desirable to young maidens. Wanting to return the favor, Criston gently pulls down Rhaenyra's shirt until she is as well. Her breasts were small, yet perky; her physique was feminine, slender, and attractive. Overcome with passion, Rhaenyra jumps up on Criston and locks her legs around his waist as he carries her to the nearby bed.
"Oompf! Now, that's better," Rhaenyra said satisfied. "Come to me, Ser Criston. Your princess commands it."
Criston climbed on top of her, he leaned in to kiss her. His hands wandered across her body, stopping at her left breast to knead it. Her muffled moans indicated Rhaenyra was enjoying it. The princess guided her lover's other hand lower, past her midsection until he found her moistening womanhood. Rhaenyra purred like a kitten and gyrated against his hand. Criston's fingers brushed against her cunt, teasing her sensitive clit.
"Mmm!~" Oh Gods, it is so good. Rhaenyra sighed in ecstasy, spreading her legs to give the massaging hand better access. She was hot, wet, and ready for lovemaking. "Haah… are you going to put it in me now?" she asked huskily. "Please, Ser Criston, please put it in me."
With Rhaenyra's blessings, Criston mounted her and rubbed his cock at her wet entrance, sliding in until he felt some resistance. It had to be her hymen. By breaking it, he would claim her virginity. He could see Rhaenyra biting her lip anticipating what was to come. Criston continued to push and felt it weaken a little. With one final shove, it tore, and he slid further in.
"Ah!" Rhaenyra yelped. She felt a trickle of blood down her buttocks.
"P-Princess?" Criston groaned yet had an anxious look on his face. "Are… are you hurt?"
"Of course, it hurts! I-I just lost my virginity to what felt like a flesh pike getting shoved in me!" The princess gritted her teeth, her eyes threatening to water. She didn't know it would hurt this much. "Just… give me a moment, okay?" Soon, the pain began to slowly subside, and Rhaenyra felt the heat of Criston's hardened rod in her. "All right, you can move now…"
Criston began to thrust slowly, sliding in and out of Rhaenyra's pussy. He didn't want to hurt her, though the blood of her newly broken innocence helped further lubricate his movements.
"O-Oh, holy shit…!~" Rhaenyra gasped. She hugged her sworn shield tight and they began fucking in long slow strokes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…~" Criston continued to move his cock in and out of Rhaenyra's tight wet twat, bringing her quickly to her first climax. Rolling over, the princess soon took the more dominant stance and began to straddle Criston's waist, rubbing her little furry mound up and down the length of his cock.
"Ahhh, princess…!" Criston's eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure he was feeling. He began to meet the princess's gyrations with his own, sliding his cock up and down Rhaenyra's slippery hot slit and across her swollen pink clit. She moaned and they kept up like this for a while until Rhaenyra expertly guided Criston's cock into her cunt again, riding him with intense passion. Criston slid the entire length of his rod slowly up Rhaenyra's tender and soft love hole, and they continued their sinful fucking, enjoying every stroke more than the last.
"I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Rhaenyra let out a short yell before climaxing all over her lover, holding him close to her bosom. She wrapped her legs around Criston's waist, preventing him from pulling away until she felt something warm flowing within her. She knew Criston had experienced his own release as well, filling the princess to the brim. "That's it, Ser Criston. That's the spot," she gently stroked his hair. Now completely satisfied, Rhaenyra felt herself becoming exhausted. So… so that's what sex feels like. Well, it… it's better than Daemon described. Pity he chose to run away like a coward. He would've had the pleasure of being my first.
Red Keep ― Outer yard…
Having been woken up from his slumber, the Hand of the King, Ser Otto Hightower was awakened by one of his household guards. This had better be important.
"Apologies for the late hour, my Lord Hand," the guard said.
"What is it?" Otto insisted.
"A messenger brings word from someone called the White Worm."
When the Targaryen soldiers opened the gates, a street urchin who had followed Rhaenyra and Daemon throughout the Street of Silk had arrived to speak with Otto. His overall presence intimidated the boy.
Otto examined him coldly. "What is your business here, boy? And what message do you bring from the White Worm?" he demanded.
"H-Here," the urchin handed a letter.
The Hand of the King took the message from the boy's hands and unveiled it, revealing whoever the White Worm was of the night's findings. The Summer Festival had only begun to start in the city before it could spread further throughout King's Landing, giving the nobility plenty of time to assemble their guests for morning activities. His eyes traced along the scribble, giving a small smirk at the discovery. "Well, well. Daemon, you really don't know when to cease your activities," he mentioned. Now you have gone too far. This time there will be no other option than to confess your misdeeds to your brother. He will not protect you now.