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For the past two days, Mysaria’s mind has been restless and uneasy, churning like the unpredictable tides of the Blackwater. Filled with thoughts of her last visit with the dowager queen and how she’d managed to dismantle her in such an inexplicable way….
Something which, was not an easy feat for the Lyseni but came as second nature to Alicent Hightower it seemed.
Mysaria had not been prepared for her…
Their conversations were played like a hostile game of cyvasse, both trying to outmaneuver and counter the other at every angle, though it was Alicent who clearly had the advantage despite her unfavorable position.
The King’s court was all the redhead truly knew. Alicent’s life had mostly been spent as either a spectator to the political climate of the Crownlands or at the helm of it, running the entire realm while the actual ruler lay in bed, closed off from the rest of the world.
She should’ve known that Alicent would not easily bend to the loss of her power and the rise of her rival, one whom she undoubtedly spent an eternity hating as much as she loved her, for only passion could cause a person to deliver such inconceivable blows to someone they once called a friend.
Yet, Rhaenyra’s only direct retaliation against the dowager queen was beheading her father and confining her to the Red Keep…
When in truth Alicent should’ve died along side him for her crimes but Mysaria knew Rhaenyra was incapable of even speaking the words into existence.
A strong knock sounds at her door before it opens. “My lady…” The guard says. “The queen has summoned you.”
Mysaria turns from her window to look at the guard, allowing a small curl of a smile to show at the corner of her lips.
Finally…
“Thank you.” She says, tightening the tie around her waist and checking her appearance in the mirror before following behind the guard to the queen’s chambers.
Mysaria knew Rhaenyra was still having problems sleeping, no doubt from the stresses of ruling a kingdom torn apart by the previous regime and the grief she still suffered from the devastating loss of her heir…
But Daemon was surely no help…
He tried to force his own vicious tactics upon the queen and behaved like the rogue he was during council meetings, until he tired of the discussions and left halfway through, providing no solution nor relief to his queen, only further headache and frustration.
Mysaria knew that because of it, the queen had secretly visited Alicent Hightower’s chamber in the middle of the night and had pointedly missed an important meeting about the kingdom’s finances leaving herself and Daemon to argue about it for the length of two candle marks until they tired of each other.
She could tell they were both at their wits end, neither knowing how to proceed with the fractured realm or their strangled marriage but nonetheless toiling on against the odds.
Because it couldn’t all be for nothing…
It had been an arduous journey from Dragonstone to taking King’s Landing and Mysaria had been there every step of the way. She’d seen Rhaenyra both completely defeated and victorious, seated upon the iron throne like she should have been many moons prior and ruling the kingdom her father had left her. Not this filthy, rat infested, destitute city the Greens had ran into the gutter.
“We’re here my lady.” The guard says, pulling Mysaria from her thoughts. She stands straight as he knocks on the door and opens it for her after the queen grants permission. Mysaria steps into the massive chamber and sees Rhaenyra staring at her from across the room, eyes burning with a passion she hasn’t seen since the dragon seeds claimed their mounts.
“My queen…” Mysaria says with a dip of her head. “You summoned me.”
“I did.” Rhaenyra replies, fingers anxiously turning the elaborate rings place around them. “I took your advice about getting a new mattress…”
“Oh.” The Lyseni says with a soft smile. “I am pleased you did, your grace.”
“…And, well I was wondering…” The queen continues, slowly closing the distance between them. “If you would help me with…breaking it in.”
Mysaria’s breath hitches before she can stop the sound from leaving her and she watches the way it lands in Rhaenyra’s ears turning her violet gaze molten with desire.
Gods, Rhaenyra hasn’t looked at her like that in a long time, and it makes Mysaria’s entire body ache with need for her, a feeling she told herself to bury until the queen was ready to revisit that secret part of their relationship again.
And at long last, her patience had paid off...
Mysaria’s fingers are already hastily moving to undo the tie securing her robes. Rhaenyra watches intently, moving slowly towards the Lyseni as if savoring the unraveling of her clothes with each step she takes.
By the time Rhaenyra finally reaches her, Mysaria’s clothes are a linen heap at her feet, and she stands completely nude in front of the queen.
Rhaenyra’s eyes rake over her body hungrily and she reaches out tentatively, as if gauging how much of her desire she should let loose and brushes her fingers along Mysaria’s hips before gripping them and yanking the Lyseni towards her.
Their lips crash against each other with a fiery desperation while Rhaenyra’s hands map the length of Mysaria’s body. She moans into the queen’s mouth when she kneads her ass with rough palms and Rhaenyra wickedly sweeps her tongue over the Lyseni’s own.
Soon, they’re stumbling backwards towards the bed with Mysaria pulling off Rhaenyra’s clothes until she too is naked and their skin presses together without anything between them. When they fall onto the mattress, Mysaria straddles her and pins the younger women against the bed with her hands.
“Hmm…” Rhaenyra hums, looking up at the Lyseni restraining her. “Is this how you plan to play tonight?”
“Mayhaps…” Mysaria coos into her ear, licking the shell of it. Rhaenyra trembles a bit from it and tilts her chin up to allow Mysaria access to her neck. The Lyseni immediately litters it with wet kisses then nibbles down her throat hungrily before running her hands over Rhaenyra’s full breasts. “Mayhaps my way of breaking in the mattress is to fuck you into it.”
Rhaenyra arches up into her hands and moans softy. “Gods, do it then.”
Mysaria laughs kneading the soft mounds in her hands and watches the Targaryen squirm deliciously underneath her. She rubs circles over Rhaenyra’s hardened nipples with her thumbs then replaces them with her mouth.
Rhaenyra jolts up from the contact and grips Mysaria’s head. “Fuck yes…” She moans, writhing now beneath the Lyseni, pressing up into her sinful mouth as she sucks. “Gods…I need…”
“What do you need my queen?”
Rhaenyra looks down at her. “Did you bring it?”
Mysaria meets her darkened gaze, knows that the “it” Rhaenyra is referring to is a thick, phallic shaped object that can be strapped to the hips, allowing the wearer to have their partner as a man would.
She had introduced it to the queen on Dragonstone and Rhaenyra had been addicted since then, completely obsessed with either fucking Mysaria with it or allowing the Lyseni to dominate her in any way she deemed fit.
Mysaria smirks, cunt throbbing from the obscene memories the request unleashed. “Yes, back in my chamber, but I doubt you’ll be patient enough to allow me to retrieve it.”
“Daor.” No. Rhaenyra says unsurprisingly. “Jaelan ao ēlī.” I want you now.
“You’ll have to make do with my fingers, tongue and mouth, my beautiful queen.”
Rhaenyra flushes from the praise and growls at her. “Then get to work lover.”
Mysaria doesn’t have to be told twice.
She snakes down Rhaenyra’s body and the queen parts her legs for her instinctively, revealing slick inner thighs and a pretty, leaking cunt. It overwhelms Mysaria, not for the first time, that this Targaryen goddess could desire her just as much as she craved her and she decides then not to deprive herself of what she has longed for since seeing Rhaenyra sitting on her throne.
Mysaria runs a finger between the queen’s wet folds and over her clit, rubbing gently at first then harder, until Rhaenyra’s trembling with need and she can easily slip two long digits inside the queen’s gushing hole.
She starts a brutal rhythm, plunging every inch of them in and out of her before lapping at her swollen bud and drawing it in her mouth as she fucks her. Her thrusts grow deeper with each choked moan the queen releases and she feels her own clit painfully throbbing in response to the delectable sounds she makes.
Rhaenyra bucks against her face, grinding roughly over Mysaria’s mouth and throwing her head back at the onslaught of pleasure. Mysaria watches her, completely mesmerized, reverently sucking the cream gushing out of the queen’s spread hole as she doubles her efforts, pumping knuckle deep and curling her fingers into Rhaenyra’s throbbing spot.
“Don’t stop…” The queen pants, nearly breathless. “Fuck Mysaria. I missed you…Gods, I missed you so much.”
“Mmm…” The Lyseni purrs over her clit. “I missed you too Rhaenyra.”
“Fuck…” Rhaenyra cries out brokenly, her tight walls fluttering around the Lyseni’s skilled fingers. “I’m going to come.”
“Good.” Mysaria tells her. “You need to. You deserve it my queen. Forget everything else and come for me.”
Mysaria knows Rhaenyra is absolutely weak to praise as it is not something she gets anymore. Every day, the queen fights to prove herself, to be seen as the realm’s legitimate ruler, chosen by both gods and men.
She is all those things to her and much more.
The Lyseni would spend the day kneeling at Rhaenyra’s feet if she were allowed to, worshiping her like a devoted acolyte offering themselves to their master.
But since she can’t, Mysaria shows her devotion in other ways, fulfilling Rhaenyra’s wishes without question and supporting her during the tortuous council sessions they a forced to attend.
And of course, whenever Rhaenyra needs her, being readily available to attend her.
She sucks on the queen’s swollen flesh, laps up the sweet juices spilling out of her like bitten fruit and fucks Rhaenyra through the violent orgasm that crashes into her body.
Rhaenyra grips the back of her head and holds Mysaria there, keeps the Lyseni drinking in the waves of her pleasure until it ebbs away and she can move again. The queen reaches down and pulls the Lyseni up until they are face to face, then plunges three fingers inside her cunt and feels her slick walls flutter at the sudden intrusion.
“Rhaenyra!” Mysaria gasps, hands flying to the queen’s shoulders as she sits up, slipping in deeper and fucking her into the all-consuming realm of ecstasy.
“Good girl, ride me, just like that.” She growls in her hair when Mysaria slams her leaking cunt down to her knuckles, taking her harder and meeting each of the queen’s deep strokes. Mysaria spreads her legs wider, feels Rhaenyra curl strong fingers into her spot and keens, pleasure bursting through her body like dragonfire.
“Oh gods…” She sobs into Rhaenyra’s neck, dragging her nails across the muscles in the queen’s back. “I want you to fuck me like this on your throne.”
“Mmm, oh yeah?”
“Yes…fuck.” She’s gushing now into Rhaenyra’s palm, can hear the wet sounds of it slapping against her clit as the queen pumps steadily inside her.
“Where else hmm?”
“Y-your council table.” She says, creaming over Rhaenyra’s fingers, holding onto the queen as each orgasm rolls through her like a storm. “And your fucking balcony.”
Rhaenyra chuckles as the Lyseni reaches her peak yet again. “That can be arranged.”
Mysaria cries out, riding Rhaenyra hard until she’s boneless and can do nothing but allow the queen to lay her back against the very luxurious mattress they’d graciously been fucking on for at least a candle mark as she moves down the length of her body.
“I think you can do one more for me…” She whispers, parting Mysaria’s still trembling thighs and getting a beautiful visual of her leaking sex, swollen and beckoning Rhaenyra to taste her.
Mysaria looks down, catches Rhaenyra’s heated gaze right before she starts devouring her and moans, gripping fistfuls of the queen’s moon struck hair as she licks from her slick hole to her clit and back again. Giving the Lyseni’s cunt long, languid strokes before delving inside and lapping between her quivering walls. Mysaria bucks up against Rhaenyra’s tongue and grinds over her face, letting out an agonized moan as the queen roughly licks over her spot in response.
She starts plunging her tongue in and out of her cunt faster, feeling the Lyseni’s muscles tightening around it with each stroke. Her pleasure begins to build rapidly and soon Mysaria’s rocking hard over Rhaenyra’s mouth with her head thrown back, fingers raking over the queen’s scalp as her orgasm spreads through her body like wildfire, burning her from the inside out.
Rhaenyra licks her through it until the last of the aftershocks pass and Mysaria’s breathing slowly returns to normal.
“You taste so good…I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” The queen says from between her thighs and still gushing center.
Mysaria laughs at first, happy to see the queen’s voracious appetite returned to her, but then she is overcome by suppressed emotions bubbling their way to the surface. A sob cuts loose from her throat, and she immediately berates herself for it, especially when tears begin to spill from her eyes.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” She says wetly, covering her face with her hands.
Rhaenyra quickly crawls up to her and gently pries her hands away, concern heavily laced in each of her movements. She wipes Mysaria’s tears away and kisses her, patiently waiting for the Lyseni to talk to her. When Mysaria’s watery gaze finally meets hers, Rhaenyra finally speaks.
“Tell me.” She softly demands. “And do not minimize it for my sake.”
Alicent’s phantom voice is in her head, and she has no idea why the jealous ramblings of a captive queen hold such power over her, but they do, mayhaps because Mysaria knew that some of what the redhead said was indeed true….
Especially when it came to Daemon…
Daemon was who the one Rhaenyra chose to seize the city with…Daemon was the one who Rhaenyra turned to in the middle of the night when sleep eluded her and Daemon served as Rhaenyra’s chief enforcer, sword always at the ready the moment the queen told him to strike…
But they both knew that Daemon would eventually leave, just like he always did and Rhaenyra would be left alone.
And the truth was, Mysaria would be waiting with open arms for Rhaenyra’s return to her because not only had she just sworn fealty and service to her…
She loved her too…
Even if Rhaenyra didn’t feel the same.
“Mysaria.” The queen says, hands still gently cradling the Lyseni’s face like a prized possession. “What is it?”
Would Rhaenyra believe her if she told her Alicent was plotting against her? She had put so much faith into an agreement that had fallen short of so many things just because it’d been Alicent who said them. How could she convince Rhaenyra that Alicent was only loyal to herself and would do anything for own advancement?
Including, turning the queen’s own mistress against her…
“Rhaenyra…” She starts, unable to keep it all inside any longer. “I need to tell you something about Alicent.”