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Rhaenyra moaned inside Mysaria’s mouth when the other woman’s hips began grinding harder against hers. With her arms around Mysaria’s waist, Rhaenyra moved her own hips against the other woman’s, the delicious friction causing her bodily temperature to quickly raise even if the contact was through each other’s clothes. Though they both wanted more than that.
While Rhaenyra quite enjoyed taking the initiative during that kind of intimate encounters, that night, she allowed Mysaria to be the more active one. To say the queen was exhausted was putting it very lightly. The crown weighted heavy on her shoulders and every single time it seemed like she fixed a problem presented to her, ten more appeared to complicate her ruling even more.
And hearing Mysaria’s words precisely when things seemed to be getting even worse, to hear that she was a queen worthy of her position melted Rhaenyra completely. She willingly submitted when Mysaria softly pushed her chest, lying on her back and eagerly waiting for the other woman to climb on top of her. Rhaenyra didn’t remember that last time she gave up control like that.
Rhaenyra could be clueless at times, but while she knew Mysaria’s affection for her was genuine, she was also looking out for herself, securing her position as her Mistress of Whispers. Rhaenyra couldn’t blame her after what Mysaria had gone through, but still, seeking a place at the queen’s court had been a choice made out of her own volition. Power was tempting for so many.
While the queen was very aware that Mysaria had carefully chosen the words to she would say exactly what Rhaenyra wanted and needed to hear, she decided to go along with it. Because with everything which had been taking place recently and not only the discontent of her people but also her own self-doubt, Rhaenyra couldn’t help but be drawn to Mysaria’s praising words.
Though right there and then, Rhaenyra had been too mesmerised by how Mysaria was climbing on top of her for any other thought to stay more than two seconds inside her mind. Since she sat on the throne, the queen had craved that validation, and when it came from someone she had shared intimacy before, even if it had been non-sexual, Rhaenyra couldn’t help but lean into it.
Perhaps their first kiss in Dragonstone would’ve ended in what was taking place then if they hadn’t been interrupted. Rhaenyra certainly had considered it the deeper their kiss lasted that day and it seemed like Mysaria was into the idea as well. Though that night, despite not being impossible, it was highly unlikely that someone would look for the queen or her Mistress of Whispers.
One of Rhaenyra’s hands began moving down Mysaria’s back as she kept bucking her hips up to meet the other woman’s movements. When the pace of Mysaria’s movements quickened, a whimper left Rhaenyra’s throat which caused her to break the kiss. She rested her head down on the bed again, revelling in the sensation of Mysaria’s clothed cunt grinding against hers.
Mysaria got the queen exactly where she wanted, and at least for that night, Rhaenyra was where she wanted to be. The hand on Mysaria’s back moved to the woman’s face, cupping it gently and parting her lower lip with her thumb before leaning in for another kiss. Allowing Mysaria’s tongue to part her lips, Rhaenyra moved her hand from her face down to her clothed chest.
As the kiss deepened, Rhaenyra toyed with the collar of Mysaria’s dress first, not taking it off but slipping her hand inside the clothing and stroking Mysaria’s collarbones. With everything taking place in King’s Landing after the queen claimed her rightful throne, Rhaenyra didn’t had the luxury of dedicating much thoughts to intimacy with anyone. Daemon, Mysaria, even Alicent.
Rhaenyra hadn’t realised until then just how badly she wanted to feel Mysaria and for Mysaria to touch her. And Mysaria knew exactly which buttons to push to awake that desire inside the queen. After breaking another kiss, Rhaenyra kept her face close to Mysaria’s, a thin string of saliva still connected their lips until Rhaenyra broke it when Mysaria pushed her chest down.
With Rhaenyra lying on her back once again, Mysaria face moved down to kiss the queen’s chin before slowly descending to her neck before going back up, starting with her cheek and then moving to her ear. Her teeth were gentle as they bit earlobe, a delightful sound leaving the queen’s throat between Mysaria’s affections there and the continued movements of her hips.
“Let me take care of you tonight,” Mysaria whispered against the queen’s ear. “Rhaenyra.”
To that, Rhaenyra couldn’t say no. It wasn’t only that she craved to feel free of the weight on her shoulders from just one night, it also was how delicious her name coming from Mysaria’s lips sounded like. Outside of that room and in everyone else’s presence, they were the queen and her Mistress of Whispers, but behind closed doors, they could be just Rhaenyra and Mysaria.
Rhaenyra gave him a slow but firm nod. “Please.”
The word and one slow yet eager nod from Rhaenyra was all Mysaria needed to carry on. The movements of her hips slowed down and one of her hands moved down to Rhaenyra’s legs, stroking her thighs through her nightgown first before slipping underneath it, her fingers coming into contact with the queen’s bare skin. That alone made Rhaenyra’s breath become heavier.
Mysaria kept moving her digits and Rhaenyra closed her eyes for a brief moment, revelling in the sensation of the other woman’s hands moving up her bare legs, stroking her thighs in a teasing movement and biting her lower lip at the sight of Rhaenyra lying underneath her, submitting to her so eagerly. She was truly one of the most ethereal being Mysaria had laid her eyes upon.
“So beautiful,” Mysaria said in a low, sensual voice knowing exactly what that would to Rhaenyra. “Spread your legs,” her tone was gentle, not wanting her words to come as a command and was delighted when Rhaenyra did exactly as she asked her to.
Mysaria’s hips then ceased with their thrusts before she moved a few strands of silver hair out of Rhaenyra’s face, making sure to take a closer look at the queen the moment two of her fingers moved her underwear’s aside and pushed inside her cunt. Rhaenyra’s eyes closed momentarily again, her gasps echoing inside the room every time she pushed them in and out.
Rhaenyra’s hands grabbed the woman’s shoulders first before a hand flew to the back of Mysaria’s head, gripping it tighter when the pace of her fingers began to quicken. Rhaenyra was so soaked that Mysaria could easily add a third finger, leaning down to kiss the queen and swallow the moans she couldn’t restrain. Even if it was unlikely for someone to knock, they could still be heard.
“Mysaria,” Rhaenyra breathed against the woman’s lips when Mysaria’s fingers found that spot which drove her crazy and kept thrusting her fingers in that direction, too breathless to make the kiss last longer. “Faster,”
And Mysaria couldn’t deny her queen. “As you wish, Rhaenyra.”
The grip Rhaenyra had on Mysaria’s shoulder tightened to the point of wrinkling her clothes. Pants and moans filled the room, and there was nothing else which mattered to Rhaenyra except the woman on top of her and her skilled fingers working between her legs. She felt as if the action of breathing itself was failing her, as if her body was on burning until it finally exploded.
Rhaenyra squeezed her eyes shut, her deep moan silenced by Mysaria’s mouth. Her body kept shaking and she felt like she lost control of it for a moment, too lost in the depths of pleasure. She heard a small groan coming from Mysaria’s lips when she gripped her hair tighter than before, though she kept thrusting her fingers at a quick pace until the queen’s body ceased shaking.
Mysaria then moved her fingers away and broke the kiss, a small smile appearing on her face at Rhaenyra’s delighted and calm face. Her attempt at manipulation had been more than successful, but despite having done so to regain the queen’s confidence, Mysaria really cared. The crown was corrupting her, but Mysaria’s affection for Rhaenyra was still there despite her interests.
“You may stay here tonight, if you wish,” Mysaria offered. “The bed is not nearly as big as the one in your chambers, but there is an easy solution to that.”
Rhaenyra’s smile got a little wider at the prospect of cuddling before sleeping. “I wish to,” she gave Mysaria a nod. Coming up with an excuse for her absence was a problem of the Rhaenyra who woke up the next morning.