The Realm's Alpha

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Mysaria's chest rose and fell in steady, languid breaths as she leaned back against the pillows, her body still glowing with the aftermath of her orgasm. A satisfied smile played on her lips, eyes half-lidded but full of amusement as she watched Rhaenyra, who knelt between her legs, lips still glistening with Mysaria's wetness. Rhaenyra was panting, her chest heaving with both exertion and a kind of triumphant pride, having successfully made Mysaria cum for the first time.

"Well," Mysaria said with a playful smirk, reaching over to pour two cups of wine, "You've earned a reward, Princess." She handed one of the cups to Rhaenyra, watching as the younger woman hesitated for a moment before taking it, her fingers brushing against Mysaria's.

Rhaenyra took a long sip, the deep red liquid filling her senses with its rich flavor. She sighed, the taste of Mysaria still on her tongue mingling with the heady sweetness of the wine.

Mysaria took a sip of her own, savoring the taste before leaning back against the pillows again, her naked body gleaming in the dim light. "Wine is the perfect thing after sex," she said, swirling the liquid in her cup. "It relaxes the muscles, eases the tension... plus, it's just decadent enough to make the moment last a little longer."

Rhaenyra gave a small, breathless laugh, leaning back herself. "You certainly know how to enjoy yourself," she said.

Mysaria smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "When you live the life I do, Princess, you learn to take pleasure where you can find it." She took another sip of wine, her gaze flicking over Rhaenyra's flushed face. "So... anyone back in the Red Keep who catches your fancy?"

Rhaenyra blinked, the question catching her off guard. She glanced down at her cup, swirling the wine idly. "I—well..." She hesitated, but something about Mysaria's easy confidence loosened her tongue. "I like someone, yes."

Mysaria raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. "Oh? And who might that be?"

"Alicent," Rhaenyra admitted, feeling a flush creep up her neck as she said the name. "Alicent Hightower."

Mysaria's grin widened, her interest piqued. "Alicent Hightower? The King's Hand's daughter?" She took another sip of wine, clearly entertained. "Go on, tell me more. What's she like?"

Rhaenyra bit her lip, glancing away for a moment before speaking. "She's... perfect. Beautiful, kind. We've... kissed a few times." She felt her face flush even more at the admission. "But nothing more."

Mysaria laughed softly, leaning in closer, her lips curving in a wicked smile. "You've kissed her, and you're telling me you haven't taken her to bed yet? My, my, Princess, you've been holding back."

Rhaenyra gave a small, sheepish smile, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "It's not that simple. She's—she's proper. She wouldn't—"

Mysaria waved a hand dismissively. "Proper or not, every woman has desires. The trick is to make her want it as much as you do." She set her cup of wine down and leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "If you want her in your bed, you have to be patient. Tease her. Get her thinking about you when you're not around."

Rhaenyra looked intrigued, leaning in slightly as Mysaria continued. "Don't rush into it. When you're with her, keep things... suggestive. Light touches, whispered words, looks that linger just a bit too long. And when you kiss her—" Mysaria paused, her eyes glittering, "make her feel like it's the only thing in the world that matters."

Rhaenyra's pulse quickened at the thought, her mind already racing with possibilities. She sipped her wine again, her gaze thoughtful. "You make it sound so easy," she muttered, though there was a glint of excitement in her eyes now.

Mysaria chuckled, reclining back once more, her legs still casually spread, utterly relaxed. "It's easy when you know how to play the game. And, Princess," she added, her eyes locking onto Rhaenyra's, "I'd say you're starting to learn."

Rhaenyra smiled, a little more confidently this time, as she took another sip of wine. "You seem to know a lot about what happens in the Red Keep. Do you hear much gossip?"

Mysaria's eyes glinted with amusement. "Oh, I hear things," she said, drawing the words out slowly, as if savoring the intrigue. "Word travels fast when you know where to listen. And trust me, the Red Keep is full of secrets."

Rhaenyra's curiosity was piqued now. She leaned in closer, setting her cup aside. "What kind of secrets?"

Mysaria chuckled again, shaking her head. "If I told you everything, there'd be no fun in it, would there?" She took another sip of wine, her eyes twinkling. "But let's just say there's more going on behind those walls than what you see at court."

Rhaenyra's gaze narrowed, a spark of excitement lighting in her chest. "Tell me something. Anything."

Mysaria considered her for a moment, a slow, lazy smile spreading across her lips. "Well... I did hear a rumor about a certain Lady sneaking into the Lord Lannister's chambers late at night. The smug one. Quite scandalous, really." She winked, clearly enjoying the shock that flickered across Rhaenyra's face.

"Jason Lannister?" Rhaenyra asked, eyes widening. "Who?"

Mysaria's smile deepened. "I'll let you figure that one out yourself, Princess. It's much more fun that way."

Rhaenyra shook her head, laughing softly. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you're still here," Mysaria teased, leaning in again, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "You must enjoy my company more than you let on."

Rhaenyra flushed again but didn't deny it. Instead, she took another long sip of wine, feeling the warmth spread through her body.

"So," Mysaria said, her tone turning more casual as she lounged back against the pillows. "What's it really like, being a Princess? Do you enjoy all the attention? Or is it all just a lot of formalities and people trying to kiss your ass?"

Rhaenyra chuckled, leaning back herself, feeling more at ease now. "It's... both, I suppose. There are days when it's exhilarating—when you feel like everyone in the realm is looking at you, waiting for you to do something important. But most of the time, it's exactly as you said... just a lot of people trying to curry favor."

Mysaria nodded, her gaze thoughtful as she sipped her wine. "And what about the King? Your father. He must expect a lot from you."

Rhaenyra's expression sobered slightly, her gaze dropping to her wine. "He does. More than anyone else, I think."

Mysaria hummed softly, setting her cup aside and leaning in closer. "Well, you've handled yourself well tonight, Princess. Maybe your father should see this side of you more often."

Rhaenyra laughed softly, her mood lightening again. "Somehow, I don't think this is what he has in mind for me."

Mysaria's grin widened, and she leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to Rhaenyra's lips. "His loss."

As their conversation wound down, Mysaria refilled their glasses once more. "Now then, sweet princess. Tell me of life in the Red Keep. Surely there must be some juicy gossip floating about those hallowed halls?"

Rhaenyra's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Oh, where to begin? Did you hear about Lord Beesbury's unfortunate incident with the Myrish fire juggler?"

Mysaria leaned forward eagerly. "Do tell!"

"Well," Rhaenyra began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "it seems our dear Master of Coin has quite the fascination with exotic entertainment. He invited this troupe of Myrish performers to give a private show in his chambers. All was going well until one of the fire-eaters got a bit too... enthusiastic."

Mysaria gasped in mock horror. "Oh no, don't tell me-"

"Oh yes," Rhaenyra grinned. "Lord Beesbury's prized clothes went up in flames faster than you can say 'dracarys'. Half the Kingsguard came running, thinking we were under attack. Instead, they found poor Lord Beesbury, singed and sooty, trying to beat out the flames with his ledger book!"

The two women dissolved into peals of laughter..

"Oh, that's priceless," Mysaria wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes. "I don't suppose there's any chance of getting an invitation to the next performance?"

Rhaenyra snorted most un-princesslike. "I'm afraid not. Father's forbidden any more 'flammable entertainment' within the Keep. Though personally, I think watching the Small Council meetings would be far more incendiary."

As the night wore on, Rhaenyra regaled Mysaria with more tales of court intrigue and scandal. She spoke of secret trysts in the godswood, of whispered plots in shadowy corridors, and of the constant dance of alliances that kept the realm spinning.

For one hour, Rhaenyra forgot about the weight of her crown and simply reveled in the joy of female friendship. In Mysaria, she found not just a lover, but a confidante - someone who saw her as more than just the Realm's Delight. But soon the conversation turned towards her lack of being able to last long inside Mysaria.

Mysaria's laughter filled the room as she lounged back against the pillows, one arm draped lazily across her bare stomach. The air still smelled of sex and wine, and Rhaenyra sat on the edge of the bed, cheeks flushed, heart pounding with embarrassment. 

"Ten seconds, Princess?" Mysaria drawled, her grin wide and teasing. "I didn't know dragons could be so... premature. Perhaps we should rename you Rhaenyra the Brief?"

Rhaenyra scowled, her cheeks burning even hotter. "I—It's not usually like that," she muttered, trying to salvage her pride. "You... you're just—"

"Just what?" Mysaria cut in, her voice dripping with amusement. She leaned forward, her fingers brushing Rhaenyra's thigh in a teasing caress. "Too good for you to handle? Or perhaps your dragon blood runs a little too hot?"

Rhaenyra opened her mouth to protest but found herself speechless. The truth was, Mysaria had overwhelmed her completely, but admitting that felt like surrendering. She was a Targaryen, after all. She wasn't supposed to lose control like that.

Mysaria's laughter softened, and she slid closer, her body brushing against Rhaenyra's. "Don't look so ashamed, Princess," she purred, her fingers curling under Rhaenyra's chin, lifting her gaze. "We'll work on that stamina of yours."

Rhaenyra's breath hitched as Mysaria's face came inches from hers, the scent of wine and lust filling her senses. "You'll... teach me?" she asked, her voice small, but there was a spark of hope there.

Mysaria's grin softened into something more intimate as she pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Rhaenyra's lips. Her touch was gentle, her lips moving with a sensual, patient rhythm that made Rhaenyra's entire body melt. "Mm, I'll teach you everything you need to know," Mysaria whispered against her mouth. "Starting now. And who knows? By the time we're done, you might even last long enough to light a candle."

Rhaenyra's body responded eagerly to Mysaria's promise. Mysaria didn't rush, taking her time to tease and pleasure the princess. Her kisses were slow and deliberate, each touch designed to unravel Rhaenyra completely.

"Just feel," Mysaria murmured, guiding Rhaenyra's hands. "Let me take control. And try not to set the bed on fire with your dragon breath, hmm?"

Rhaenyra moaned softly, giving in to Mysaria's expert touches. The way Mysaria kissed her was amazing, making her entire body tremble with need.

"Mysaria," Rhaenyra whimpered, her voice needy, her lips chasing Mysaria's even as the older woman pulled back slightly to speak.

"Good girl," Mysaria purred, her fingers tangling in Rhaenyra's hair as she kissed along her jawline. "You see? There's no rush. Just enjoy it. We have all night... unless you finish in ten seconds again, of course. Then we might be done before the candles even start to melt!"

Rhaenyra gasped as Mysaria's lips found sensitive spots, her body responding eagerly to every touch. Mysaria continued to tease her mercilessly, both with her skilled caresses and her playful jabs about Rhaenyra's stamina.

"Mysa-Mysaria!"

"Mm, I love how you say my name," Mysaria whispered, her lips trailing fire across Rhaenyra's skin. "Keep saying it. It's much prettier than counting to ten, don't you think?"

Rhaenyra gasped as Mysaria's lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, her breath warm against her skin. "M-Mysaria," she moaned, her head tipping back to give her more access. Mysaria's teeth grazed her earlobe, biting down softly before soothing the skin with a gentle kiss.

Rhaenyra's heart was racing, her entire body trembling with anticipation as Mysaria's mouth moved lower, kissing along her collarbone, sucking softly on her pulse point. Every touch sent shivers down her spine, and her cock throbbed painfully between her legs, desperate for release.

"Mysaria," Rhaenyra moaned again, her hips jerking involuntarily as Mysaria kissed her way down to her chest, biting gently along her skin.

Mysaria chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the way Rhaenyra's body reacted to her. "Such pretty sounds," she teased, her voice low and husky. She kissed the swell of Rhaenyra's breasts, her hands sliding up to cup them gently, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.

Rhaenyra gasped, her back arching as Mysaria's mouth finally closed over one of her nipples, sucking gently. The sensation was immediate—pleasure shot through her body like lightning, and she groaned loudly, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her.

"F-Fuck," Rhaenyra gasped, her hips lifting off the bed as Mysaria's tongue flicked over her nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin in just the right way. Her cock twitched, leaking precum, the tension building in her gut already threatening to explode.

Mysaria hummed around her nipple, her free hand teasing the other breast, pinching and rolling the hardened peak between her fingers. "You like that?" she murmured, her voice vibrating against Rhaenyra's skin.

"Yes," Rhaenyra moaned, her body trembling, her cock throbbing harder than ever. "Mysaria, please—"

Mysaria switched to her other nipple, sucking it into her mouth with a low hum of satisfaction. Rhaenyra could barely think, her body a mass of nerves, pleasure building with every touch. And then, without warning, Mysaria bit down gently on her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight through Rhaenyra's body.

That was all it took.

Rhaenyra's entire body seized up, her cock twitching violently as she came, hard and fast. She let out a loud, desperate moan, her hips jerking upward as her cock throbbed, spilling cum over her stomach in hot, thick spurts. She couldn't control it—couldn't stop it. The pleasure was too intense, overwhelming her completely.

Mysaria pulled back slightly, watching with a wicked grin as Rhaenyra's body shuddered through her orgasm, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. "Already, Princess?" Mysaria teased, her voice full of amusement. "And I haven't even touched your cock yet."

Rhaenyra groaned, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her release. She looked up at Mysaria, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in ragged pants. "I... I couldn't help it," she admitted, her voice small, almost embarrassed.

Mysaria chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Rhaenyra's lips. "Don't be ashamed, little dragon," she murmured against her mouth. "It means I'm doing my job well."

Rhaenyra let out a shaky breath, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. "You're... you're too good at this," she mumbled, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Mysaria laughed softly, kissing her again, slower this time, her lips lingering over Rhaenyra's. "That's why I'm here, Princess," she whispered. "To teach you... to make you better."

Rhaenyra's eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing under Mysaria's touch. "Then teach me more," she whispered, her voice soft but full of determination.

Mysaria grinned, her eyes gleaming with both desire and amusement. "Oh, I intend to," she purred, trailing her fingers down Rhaenyra's chest, tracing the path of her still-heaving breath. "But first, we're going to work on that stamina of yours. Ten seconds won't do, Princess. Not for what I have planned."

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