The Realm's Alpha

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The carriage rolled along the streets of King's Landing, carrying Princess Rhaenyra and Lady Alicent towards the Dragonpit. Rhaenyra lounged on the plush seat, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she gazed at her companion. Alicent, for her part, sat with perfect posture, though a telltale flush colored her cheeks.

"So, Alicent," Rhaenyra purred, her voice low and intimate despite their relative privacy, "what did your dear father want with you yesterday? You seemed rather... flustered when you returned."

Alicent's breath caught, a shudder running through her body as she recalled the conversation with her father. Otto Hightower's piercing gaze had been full of suspicion as he questioned her about the amount of time she'd been spending with the princess. 

' "Alicent," Otto had begun, his voice low and serious. "I've noticed you've been spending an... inordinate amount of time with Princess Rhaenyra lately."

Alicent had felt her heart race, but she'd managed to keep her expression neutral. "Yes, Father. The Princess and I have become quite close friends."

Otto's eyes had narrowed slightly. "I see. And how is your... friendship with her father progressing?"

"It's going well, Father. The King is... kind."

"Good, good," Otto had nodded, seemingly satisfied. But then his gaze had sharpened again. "And does the Princess know about your... special friendship with her father?"

Alicent had felt a cold sweat break out on her skin. She'd thought of Rhaenyra, of their passionate encounters, of the betrayal her lover would feel if she knew the truth. "No, Father. She doesn't know anything," she said the truth. "The Princess doesn't know anything about it. I've been very discreet, as you instructed."

Otto had studied her face for a long moment before nodding. "Very good, my dear. See that it stays that way. The Princess must not suspect anything. Your closeness with her is... convenient for now, but remember where your true loyalties lie." '

As the memory faded, Alicent felt a pang of guilt looking at Rhaenyra's smiling face. But as Rhaenyra's hand continued its teasing journey up her thigh, Alicent pushed the guilt aside. For now, she would lose herself in Rhaenyra's touch and pretend the outside world didn't exist.

"What are you thinking about, Alicent?" Rhaenyra's voice broke through her reverie. "You looked so serious for a moment."

Collecting herself, Alicent forced a smile. "Nothing of importance, Nyra," she replied, using the affectionate nickname she'd given the princess in private. "He merely reminded me to stay presentable for the upcoming tourney. You know how he is about appearances."

Rhaenyra's smirk widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, I'm well aware of Lord Hightower's... preoccupations," she drawled. Leaning in closer, she added in a husky whisper, "But darling Alicent, there's more than one way to get dirty, isn't there?"

The effect on Alicent was immediate and visceral. Her face flushed a brilliant crimson, the color spreading down her neck and disappearing beneath her high-collared gown. Images of their recent encounters flashed through her mind, she could still remember how it felt to be fucked by Rhaenyra, how it had felt to suck her cock.

"R-Rhaenyra!" Alicent sputtered, torn between scandalized propriety and the thrill of arousal coursing through her body. "We shouldn't... someone might hear!"

The princess laughed. "Fear not, my sweet. These carriage walls are thick, and our driver is well-paid for his discretion." Her hand found Alicent's knee, fingers tracing lazy circles on the fabric of her gown. "Besides, I do so love to see you blush. It makes me wonder just how far that lovely color spreads."

Alicent's breath hitched, her body responding eagerly to Rhaenyra's touch despite her best efforts to maintain composure. "You're incorrigible," she muttered, though there was no real reproach in her tone.

"And you adore me for it," Rhaenyra countered with a wink. Her hand began to inch higher, pushing the fabric of Alicent's skirt up ever so slightly. "Now, my darling Alicent, shall we see just how dirty we can get before we reach the Dragonpit?"

As Rhaenyra's fingers danced higher along her thigh, Alicent knew she should protest, should push the princess away and insist on propriety. But as always when it came to Rhaenyra, her resolve crumbled like sand. With a soft whimper of surrender, she parted her legs, inviting Rhaenyra's touch.

"That's my girl," Rhaenyra purred, her fingers finding their target with practiced ease. "Now, let's see if we can't make you sing for me, sweetling."

Rhaenyra's fingers continued their teasing exploration beneath Alicent's skirts, drawing soft gasps and whimpers from the Hightower girl. However, the princess's mind was still on their earlier conversation.

"You know, Alicent," Rhaenyra murmured, her breath hot against Alicent's ear, "I can't help but wonder if your father suspects anything. About us, I mean."

Alicent's eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing her features. "Surely not," she breathed, though uncertainty tinged her voice. "We've been so careful..."

Rhaenyra chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Have we? I seem to recall you screaming my name rather loudly in the godswood two nights ago. The whole Red Keep might have heard you."

The reminder sent a fresh wave of heat through Alicent's body, warring with her embarrassment. "I... I couldn't help it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "You make me lose all control, Nyra."

"Mmm, and I love every moment of it," Rhaenyra purred, her fingers finding a particularly sensitive spot that made Alicent arch her back. "Tell me, my sweet Alicent, what was your favorite part?"

"When you... when you took me against the weirwood tree," she confessed, her cheeks flaming. "The way you filled me so completely, the look in your eyes as you claimed me... I've never felt anything like it."

Rhaenyra's eyes darkened with lust at Alicent's words. "Gods, you're perfect," she growled. "Do you have any idea how much I want you right now? How badly I want to bend you over and fuck you senseless, consequences be damned?"

A soft moan escaped Alicent's lips, her hips rocking against Rhaenyra's hand of their own accord. "Nyra, please," she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for.

"Please what, darling?" Rhaenyra teased, her fingers stilling their movements. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

Alicent swallowed hard, gathering her courage. "I want you," she breathed. "I want your cock inside me again. I want you to make me yours, over and over, until I can't remember my own name."

A triumphant grin spread across Rhaenyra's face. "That's my girl," she purred. "And I promise you, Alicent, I'll give you exactly what you need..."

Without warning, Rhaenyra surged forward, capturing Alicent's lips in a searing kiss. It was passionate, possessive, a clear statement of ownership that left Alicent breathless and weak-kneed.

Alicent felt the guilt in her heart, she had never told Rhaenyra the full extent of her relationship with her father. How close they had become, how much she respected him and sought his approval. The thought of disappointing him gnawed at her even now. Yet here she was, sitting beside the princess, her body still humming from their illicit night together, the memory of Rhaenyra's hands on her, her cock inside her. Alicent's fingers twitched in her lap, her mind racing as she fought to suppress the overwhelming guilt that came with keeping secrets from Rhaenyra.

Without thinking, as if her body moved of its own accord, Alicent shifted in her seat and knelt down before Rhaenyra. The carriage jolted slightly, but Alicent's hands were steady as they reached for the laces of Rhaenyra's dress. Her fingers moved delicately, untangling the strings with a surprising ease that belied her nervousness.

"Ohh," Rhaenyra purred, her voice thick with amusement. "I didn't know you were so hungry, Ali." Her tone was playful, smug even, as if she had known all along that Alicent couldn't resist her.

Alicent's cheeks flushed a deep red at the insinuation, her hands pausing briefly on the laces. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She tugged at the last knot, her breath hitching as she loosened the ties of Rhaenyra's dress, her hands trembling with anticipation and guilt all at once.

The fabric fell open, revealing the smooth expanse of Rhaenyra's stomach, and Alicent's hands moved lower, her fingers curling around the waistband of Rhaenyra's underwear. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before pulling them down in one swift motion. Rhaenyra's cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already semi-hard, the sight of it making Alicent's breath catch in her throat.

"There it is," Rhaenyra murmured, her voice a low, sultry hum. "You really can't help yourself, can you? It's like you were born to worship my royal cock."

Alicent's throat tightened at the words, her eyes fixed on Rhaenyra's impressive member. Without answering, she leaned forward, her lips brushing tentatively against the tip. The salty taste of pre-cum lingered on her tongue, and she couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her as she pressed her lips more firmly against the head, kissing it gently before parting her mouth to take more inside.

Rhaenyra inhaled sharply, her body tensing with pleasure. "Gods, Alicent," she groaned, her voice trembling with a mixture of lust and amusement. "You're even better at this than I remember. Have you been practicing on lesser men, or am I just that irresistible?"

Alicent's cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal, her lips stretching wider as she took more of Rhaenyra into her mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside before she slid further down. Suddenly, she gagged, her throat constricting around the thick shaft as she tried to take too much at once.

Rhaenyra chuckled, her hand sliding into Alicent's hair. "Easy there, sweetling. I know you're eager, but there's no need to choke yourself... yet." Her fingers tangled in the soft strands as she guided Alicent's movements, pushing her head down just a little further. "That's it. Take it all, Alicent. You can do it."

Alicent's throat tightened again as she tried to take more, her lips stretching wider around Rhaenyra's thick cock. She focused on the weight of it in her mouth, the way it filled her so completely. Every sound Rhaenyra made—every moan, every soft groan of pleasure—only spurred her on, made her want to give more, to take more.

But as Rhaenyra's hips bucked slightly, her cock sliding deeper, Alicent gagged once more. Her eyes watered as she struggled to breathe around the massive intrusion, but she didn't pull away.

"Fuck, Alicent," Rhaenyra hissed, her voice rough with arousal. "You look so good like this. On your knees... taking my cock like a good little slut. Is this what you've been dreaming of all this time? Choking on my royal cock?"

Alicent moaned around Rhaenyra's shaft, the vibration of her voice sending shivers down Rhaenyra's spine. She tried to take more, to swallow it down completely, but she gagged again when she attempted to take more than three inches of the ten-inch monster.

Rhaenyra's breathing quickened, her hips rocking forward as she fucked Alicent's mouth. "That's right, gag on it," she growled. "Show me how much you've missed this. How much you've craved it."

Alicent's hands moved to Rhaenyra's thighs, steadying herself as she sucked harder. Her movements became more desperate, more eager, even as she continued to gag and choke. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but the look in her eyes was one of pure devotion and lust.

"Such a good girl," Rhaenyra whispered as she neared her climax. "Ready for your reward? Better swallow it all this time. We wouldn't want to make a mess in the royal carriage, would we?"

With one final thrust, Rhaenyra came, her cock pulsing as it flooded Alicent's mouth with thick, hot cum. Alicent struggled to swallow it all, choking and sputtering as some escaped the corners of her mouth.

As Rhaenyra pulled away, she smirked down at Alicent's disheveled form. "Well, well," she purred. "It seems the pious Lady Alicent still remembers how to please her princess. I wonder what your dear father would say if he could see you now?"

After Rhaenyra finished inside Alicent's eager mouth, her arousal was far from sated. Her fingers trailed teasingly along Alicent's thigh, inching towards her dripping center. "My turn to please you, Alicent," she purred, her eyes dark with desire.

But just as her fingers brushed against Alicent's soaked undergarments, the carriage lurched to a stop. Alicent's eyes widened, a mix of disappointment and relief flashing across her face.

"Later, Nyra," she whispered, reluctantly pulling away from Rhaenyra's touch. Her body screamed for release, but the risk of discovery was too great now that they'd arrived at their destination.

With practiced efficiency, Alicent helped Rhaenyra straighten her dress and smooth her hair. Her own appearance needed little adjustment, save for wiping away a stray drop of Rhaenyra's seed from the corner of her mouth.

"There," Alicent murmured, giving Rhaenyra a final once-over. "No one would ever guess what a wanton princess you are."

Rhaenyra's answering grin was positively wicked. "Oh, I don't know about that," she teased. "I rather think I have a certain... glow about me now, thanks to your talented mouth."

Alicent blushed furiously but couldn't suppress a pleased smile. "Hush, you," she scolded without heat. "We mustn't keep the dragons waiting."

As they stepped out of the carriage, both women seamlessly slipped back into their public personas - Rhaenyra, the bold and confident princess, and Alicent, the demure and graceful lady. But the heated glances they exchanged told a different story.

Rhaenyra's eyes lit up at the sight of her beloved dragon, Syrax, being led out of the Dragonpit. The massive golden beast seemed to glow in the sunlight, her scales shimmering like molten gold.

"Isn't she magnificent?" Rhaenyra breathed, her voice filled with pride and affection.

Alicent nodded. No matter how many times she saw the dragons, their sheer size and power never failed to impress her. "She's beautiful," she agreed. "Though I confess, I'm always a bit nervous around them."

Rhaenyra turned to Alicent, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well then, my sweet Ali, perhaps it's time we changed that." She took Alicent's hand, tugging her towards Syrax. "Come fly with me."

Alicent's eyes widened in alarm. "Rhaenyra, no! I couldn't possibly... I'm not a dragonrider!"

But Rhaenyra was already leading her forward, her grip firm but gentle. "Nonsense," she said confidently. "Syrax will accept you because you're with me. Don't you trust me, Ali?"

"I trust you," Alicent replied hesitantly. "It's the fire-breathing monster I'm not so sure about."

"Syrax is not a monster," Rhaenyra said, her tone suddenly serious. "She's intelligent, loyal, and gentle... when she wants to be. And she listens to me. You'll be perfectly safe. Let me share this with you. Let me show you the world as I see it."

As they approached Syrax, the dragon lowered her massive head, intelligent eyes fixed on the two women. Rhaenyra reached out fearlessly, stroking the scales along Syrax's snout. "That's a good girl," she crooned. "This is Alicent. She's very special to me, so be gentle with her, alright?"

The Hightower girl's steps became increasingly hesitant. Her earlier guilt, momentarily forgotten in the heat of passion, now returned full force.

"Rhaenyra, wait," Alicent said, her voice tinged with anxiety. "I... I'm not sure this is a good idea."

Rhaenyra turned, her brow furrowing slightly. "What's wrong, Ali? You're not still afraid of dragons, are you?"

Alicent bit her lip, unable to meet Rhaenyra's eyes. How could she explain that it wasn't just fear of the dragon, but fear of her own deceit? The weight of her secret - her "special friendship" with the king - felt like a physical presence between them.

"It's not just that," Alicent began hesitantly. "I..."

But before she could continue, they reached Syrax. The massive golden dragon lowered her head, intelligent eyes fixed on the two women. As her gaze settled on Alicent, something in Syrax's demeanor changed. A low, rumbling growl emanated from deep in the dragon's throat.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened in surprise. "Syrax? What's wrong, girl?"

Alicent took an involuntary step back, her heart racing. Could dragons sense deceit? Did Syrax somehow know she was hiding something from Rhaenyra?

The growl deepened, and Syrax's eyes narrowed. Alicent felt exposed, as if the dragon could see right through her carefully constructed facade.

"Rhaenyra," she whispered urgently, "maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. Perhaps I should stay on the ground..."

But Rhaenyra was already moving, placing herself protectively between Alicent and Syrax. Her eyes flashed with determination as she addressed both her lover and her dragon in High Valyrian:

"Daor," she said firmly, her voice carrying the weight of command. "Syrax, ñuha zaldrīzes, ivestragī. Alicent iksis ñuha jorrāelagon, se ao umbagon daor ōdrikagon zirȳla. Ao ūndegon? (No. Syrax, my dragon, that's enough. Alicent is my beloved, and you will not harm her. Do you understand?)"

Syrax let out a low rumble, smoke curling from her nostrils as she regarded Rhaenyra with intelligent eyes. The dragon seemed to consider her rider's words carefully, her massive head tilting slightly to the side.

Rhaenyra stood her ground, her hand reaching back to grasp Alicent's trembling fingers. She squeezed gently, a silent reassurance, before continuing in High Valyrian:

"Syrax, nyke jorrāelagon ao. Īlva issi mēre. Yn Alicent iksis ñuha jorrāelagon kesīr tolī. Nyke jaelagon zirȳla naejot glaesagon lēda īlva. (Syrax, I love you. We are one. But Alicent is here too. I want her to fly with us.)"

The tension in the air was palpable as Syrax considered Rhaenyra's words. After what felt like an eternity, the dragon lowered her head in submission, a soft croon escaping her throat.

Syrax's growl subsided, though she continued to eye Alicent warily. Rhaenyra turned back to Alicent, her expression softening. "It's alright, Ali. Syrax won't hurt you, I promise. She's just... protective sometimes. But she knows you're important to me."

Alicent swallowed hard, torn between her fear and her desire to please Rhaenyra. "Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly.

Rhaenyra's smile was warm and reassuring. "Absolutely. Trust me, Ali. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Alright," she said finally, forcing a smile. "...I trust you, Nyra."

As Rhaenyra helped her mount Syrax, Alicent sent up a silent prayer to any gods who might be listening. She prayed for forgiveness, for strength, and most of all, for a way to keep her secrets from destroying the precious bond she shared with Rhaenyra.

"Oh, Alicent, you won't regret this!" She pulled up her friend.

"I'm already regretting it," Alicent grumbled, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

With trembling hands and shaky legs, Alicent managed to pull herself up behind Rhaenyra. She immediately wrapped her arms tightly around the other woman's waist, pressing her face against Rhaenyra's back.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered, her voice muffled.

Rhaenyra patted her hand reassuringly. "Just hold on tight. Are you ready?"

Before Alicent could respond, Rhaenyra leaned forward, speaking a command in High Valyrian. Syrax's muscles tensed beneath them, and suddenly they were moving.

Alicent let out a shriek as Syrax launched herself into the air, powerful wings beating as they climbed higher and higher. The wind whipped around them, and Alicent clung to Rhaenyra for dear life, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Open your eyes, Alicent!" Rhaenyra called over her shoulder, laughter in her voice. "You're missing everything!"

Slowly, hesitantly, Alicent cracked one eye open. They were soaring high above King's Landing now, the city spread out beneath them like a toy model. The fading sunlight glinted off the red stones of the Red Keep, and the Blackwater Rush snaked through the landscape like a ribbon of gold.

"Oh," Alicent breathed, her fear momentarily forgotten in the face of such beauty. "Oh, Rhaenyra, it's..."

"Incredible, isn't it?" Rhaenyra finished for her. She guided Syrax in a wide, lazy circle around the city. "This is why I love flying so much. Up here, everything else just... falls away."

As they flew, Alicent gradually relaxed her death grip on Rhaenyra's waist. She sat up straighter, looking around with growing wonder. The wind in her hair, the world spread out beneath her... it was terrifying, yes, but also exhilarating in a way she had never experienced before.

"Where are we going?" she called to Rhaenyra as Syrax banked, heading away from the city.

"You'll see!" Rhaenyra replied mysteriously.

They flew over rolling hills and dense forests, the landscape bathed in the golden light of sunset. Alicent found herself leaning into the turns, her initial terror giving way to a growing excitement. She even dared to loosen one hand from around Rhaenyra's waist, reaching out to trail her fingers through a passing cloud.

"This is amazing!" she shouted, laughing as the moisture clung to her skin.

Rhaenyra turned her head, grinning widely. "I told you you'd enjoy it! Hold on, we're going to go a bit faster now!"

Before Alicent could protest, Syrax surged forward with a burst of speed. The wind roared in their ears as they raced through the sky, darting between clouds and diving towards the treetops before soaring up again.

Alicent's shrieks of fear had transformed into whoops of delight. "Faster!" she cried, surprising even herself. "Can we go faster?"

Rhaenyra laughed joyously. "As my lady commands!" She leaned forward, urging Syrax on, and the dragon responded with enthusiasm.

They flew for what felt like hours, chasing the sun. Alicent lost all sense of time and direction, caught up in the pure joy of flight. When Rhaenyra finally guided Syrax into a descent, Alicent felt a pang of disappointment.

They landed in a small clearing atop a cliff overlooking the sea. As they slid off Syrax's back, Alicent's legs wobbled beneath her, unused to solid ground after so long in the air.

Rhaenyra steadied her with a hand on her elbow. "Easy there. The first time can be a bit disorienting."

Alicent nodded, still catching her breath. Her hair was a windswept mess, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "That was... that was..." She struggled to find the words.

"Incredible? Terrifying?" Rhaenyra supplied, her eyes twinkling.

"All of the above," Alicent admitted with a laugh. She turned to look at Syrax, who had settled down nearby, her golden scales gleaming in the last light of day. 

"Thank you," she said to Syrax. Then she turned to Rhaenyra, her eyes shining. "And thank you, Rhaenyra. For pushing me to do this. You were right... I'll never forget it."

Rhaenyra approached, slinging an arm around Alicent's shoulders. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Though I have to warn you, once you've tasted flight, you'll never be content to remain earthbound again."

Alicent laughed, leaning into her friend's embrace. "I believe it. When can we go again?"

Rhaenyra's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Again? My, my, Lady Alicent. I've created a monster."

"Says the woman who rides a dragon," Alicent retorted playfully.

Later

As Syrax descended towards the dragon pit, the torches of King's Landing twinkled below like earthbound stars. Alicent's arms around Rhaenyra, her heart racing with a mixture of exhilaration and nerves as they approached the ground.

Syrax touched down in the dragon pit, her wings creating gusts of wind that extinguished nearby torches.

As the dragon settled, Alicent let out a breathless laugh. "We did it!" she exclaimed.

Rhaenyra grinned back, her hair windswept and cheeks flushed. "You did wonderfully," she praised, sliding off Syrax's back and offering a hand to Alicent.

Alicent took it, dismounting with shaky legs. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she stumbled slightly, still unused to solid earth after their flight.

Rhaenyra steadied her, chuckling. "Don't worry, you'll find your land legs again soon enough."

"I'm not sure I want to," Alicent admitted, her eyes bright with lingering excitement. "Part of me wishes we were still up there."

"I know the feeling," Rhaenyra said softly, giving Alicent's hand a squeeze before releasing it.

As they began to walk away, Alicent paused, turning back to Syrax. The dragon watched them with intelligent eyes. 

"Thank you," she said to the dragon.

Rhaenyra watched the exchange with a fond smile. "Come on," she said gently. "We should get back before they send out a search party."

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