The Realm's Alpha

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"Oh, my sweet little dragon," she purred, "there's so much more to pleasure than just rushing to the finish line. Sometimes, the journey is far more... exquisite."

Rhaenyra's brow furrowed, her chest still heaving from her recent climax. "What do you mean?" she asked, curiosity mingling with the lingering haze of pleasure in her eyes.

Mysaria chuckled, her fingers trailing teasingly along Rhaenyra's inner thigh. "I mean, darling, that sometimes it's better to... prolong the inevitable. To build the tension until you're practically begging for release." she said, using a towel to wipe the cum from Rhaenyra's belly, and cock.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened. "That sounds... torturous," she admitted, her cock twitching involuntarily at the mere thought.

"Oh, it can be," Mysaria agreed, her smirk growing more devious by the second. "But the payoff? Well, let's just say it's worth every agonizing moment."

Mysaria positioned herself between Rhaenyra's spread legs, her gaze fixed on the princess's impressive length. Ten inches of royal Targaryen cock stood proudly before her, already glistening with need despite Rhaenyra's recent release.

"My, my," Mysaria murmured appreciatively, her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. "You already cummed twice, and you still want more."

Rhaenyra squirmed, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. "Mysaria, please..." she whimpered, her earlier embarrassment forgotten in the face of renewed desire.

"Patience, little dragon," Mysaria chided gently, wrapping her slender fingers around the base of Rhaenyra's cock. "We're going to take this nice and slow."

With expert precision, Mysaria began to stroke, her movements deliberately languid. Up and down, she worked Rhaenyra's shaft, applying just enough pressure to tease but not enough to satisfy.

Rhaenyra's head fell back against the pillows, a low moan escaping her lips. "Oh gods," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

Mysaria tsked, using her free hand to hold Rhaenyra's hips in place. "Now, now," she admonished playfully. "No cheating. This is all about control, remember?"

"I don't think I like control very much," Rhaenyra grumbled, though the flush on her cheeks and the way her cock throbbed in Mysaria's grasp told a different story.

Mysaria laughed, the sound low and sultry. "Oh, you will," she promised, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head of Rhaenyra's cock, spreading the beads of precum that had gathered there. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to keep you on edge."

Rhaenyra's breath hitched, her entire body trembling with need. "I doubt that," she managed to say, though her voice lacked conviction.

"We'll see," Mysaria replied, her strokes maintaining their torturously slow pace. She leaned in, her lips barely brushing against the tip of the Princess's cock.

Her hand continued its maddening pace, bringing Rhaenyra to the edge of orgasm only to slow down, denying her the release she so desperately craved. Again and again, she repeated this pattern, until Rhaenyra was a writhing, pleading mess beneath her.

Mysaria's fingers glided lazily over Rhaenyra's cock, her touch light and teasing, enough to send shivers down the Princess's spine but far from enough to push her over the edge again. Rhaenyra's breath came in shallow gasps, her body still tingling from the force of her earlier release. Yet, already, she could feel the pressure building again, her cock hardening once more under Mysaria's skilled hands.

But Mysaria wasn't in any rush. No, she was taking her time, savoring every twitch and moan that escaped Rhaenyra's lips. Her dark eyes gleamed with amusement, and her mouth curved into a wicked grin as she continued to toy with the young Targaryen, her thumb grazing the sensitive head of her cock, smearing the precum that had started to bead there.

"Oh, my sweet little dragon," Mysaria purred, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. "I'm going to make you beg for it. You'll plead so prettily for me to let you come."

Despite the haze of pleasure clouding her mind, Rhaenyra managed to summon a spark of defiance. "Never," she growled, her voice husky with desire. "I am a dragon, and dragons do not beg."

Mysaria let out a soft chuckle, her lips brushing against Rhaenyra's cock as she leaned in close. "Oh, is that so?" she purred, her hand tightening slightly around Rhaenyra's cock, just enough to make her squirm. "We'll see, Princess. Even dragons can be tamed."

Rhaenyra bit her lip, refusing to give in to the urge to moan, though the sensation of Mysaria's hand working her so expertly made it difficult to think straight. Mysaria's fingers traced down the length of her shaft, then back up again, her touch maddeningly gentle, drawing out the tension without granting the release Rhaenyra so desperately craved.

Mysaria smirked as she felt Rhaenyra's hips buck slightly, betraying her need. "Tell me, Rhaenyra," she said, her voice silk and sin. "If you had this lovely cock of yours free to fuck anyone in the realm, who would it be?"

Rhaenyra's mind raced at the question, her body trembling under Mysaria's teasing touch. She wasn't sure how to respond at first, but the words tumbled out before she could stop them. "A-Alicent," she gasped, her cheeks flushing as soon as the name left her lips.

"Surely there are others, yes? Alicent can't be the only one you fantasize about." Her fingers resumed their slow, torturous stroking, keeping Rhaenyra on the edge without letting her fall.

"Laena," Rhaenyra blurted out, her mind clouded with desire, and her hips lifting slightly into Mysaria's hand. "Laena Velaryon."

Mysaria's eyes gleamed with amusement as she smirked. "Laena Velaryon, the sea serpent's daughter. Now that's an interesting choice. Strong-willed, just like you. Would you take her in your bed, Rhaenyra? Bend her over and fuck her until she begs you for more?"

Rhaenyra moaned at the thought, her cock twitching in Mysaria's hand. She could almost picture it—the silver-haired beauty beneath her, writhing and moaning as Rhaenyra drove into her with abandon. The image sent another wave of desire crashing through her, and she bit her lip, trying to hold back the need to beg for more.

Mysaria's grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect her words were having on Rhaenyra. "And who else?" she pressed, her fingers moving faster now, still teasing but with just enough pressure to make Rhaenyra tremble with need. "Surely there are more. Tell me, Princess. Who else would you fuck with this cock?"

Rhaenyra's mind raced, her thoughts jumbled by pleasure and lust. "Lady Jeyne Arryn," she gasped out, her chest heaving with every breath. "And her lover, Jessamyn Redfort."

Mysaria's laughter rang out, rich and full of amusement. "A pair of highborn ladies in your bed, hmm? You're more ambitious than I thought, Princess. Tell me, would you fuck them together? Take one while the other watches, then switch? Or perhaps you'd make them both service you at once?"

Rhaenyra's pulse raced at the vivid image Mysaria painted, and her cock throbbed in response. "Both," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'd take both of them."

Mysaria's hand slowed, just enough to make Rhaenyra whimper at the loss of sensation. "Greedy, aren't we?" she teased, her eyes gleaming. "But you've yet to mention the servants. Surely a Princess like you has had your eye on a few lowborn girls around the Red Keep."

Rhaenyra's breath caught, and she nodded slightly, her mind already thinking of Tanya, one of her most trusted servants. "T-Tanya," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "She serves in my chambers."

Mysaria's grin widened, her fingers stroking the tip of Rhaenyra's cock, making her shudder. "Ah, yes. Tanya. I've seen her before—loyal, quiet, but with a body made for sin. Would you have her serve you in more ways than one, Princess? Have her on her knees, taking your cock deep into her throat while you watch?"

Rhaenyra's heart raced at the thought, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as Mysaria's teasing became almost unbearable. "Y-Yes," she moaned, unable to help herself now. "I want that."

Rhaenyra's breath came in ragged gasps, her hips lifting off the silken sheets with each stroke.

"Oh gods, Mysaria," the princess moaned. "Don't stop...I'm so close..."

Mysaria's full lips curved in a wicked smile. She loved reducing the proud Targaryen heir to a quivering mess. Her hand maintained its steady rhythm as she purred, "Who else would you want to fuck with your royal cock?"

Rhaenyra's eyes flew open, pupils blown wide with lust. She bit her lip, hesitating for just a moment before gasping out, "Rhea Royce."

Mysaria's eyebrows shot up in surprise and amusement. "Rhea Royce? Your uncle's wife?" She laughed softly. "My my, aren't we feeling naughty tonight."

"Fuck, yesss," Rhaenyra hissed as a particularly skillful twist of Mysaria's wrist sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. "Those stern looks she gives, that sharp tongue...I want to make her scream my name."

"Mmm, and what would Prince Daemon think of you defiling his lady wife?" Mysaria teased, increasing her pace.

Rhaenyra let out a breathless laugh. "He hates her! He'd probably thank me for taking her off his hands." Her voice lowered to a husky growl. "I'd fuck her until she forgets her own name. Until she's heavy with my child and mad with pleasure."

"Such wicked thoughts," Mysaria crooned approvingly. "Tell me more about how you'd claim her."

"I'd start slow," Rhaenyra panted, her hips bucking erratically now. "Seduce her with sweet words and gentle touches. Make her think she's the one in control." A moan escaped her. "Then I'd bend her over that fancy desk in her solar and take her hard from behind. Make her beg for my cock."

Mysaria's free hand slid up to pinch one of Rhaenyra's nipples, drawing a sharp cry from the princess. "And then what, my insatiable dragon?"

"I'd...oh fuck...I'd flip her over and fuck her face to face," Rhaenyra gasped out. "Watch those icy eyes melt with desire. Kiss that smart mouth until she can't even form words." Her back arched off the bed. "Pound into her over and over until she's a babbling, dripping mess and then fuck her throat."

"Mmmm, I can just picture it," Mysaria purred. "The proud Lady Royce, reduced to your personal fucktoy. Tell me, would you share her? Or keep her all to yourself?"

"Mine," Rhaenyra growled possessively. "All mine. I'd lock her away in my chambers and spend days exploring every inch of her body." Her breath hitched. "Make her ride my cock until her thighs give out. Fuck her with my fingers and tongue until she's sobbing with overstimulation."

Mysaria leaned in close, her lips brushing Rhaenyra's cock. "And when your seed takes root in her womb? When her belly swells with the evidence of your conquest?"

"Seven hells," Rhaenyra moaned, her whole body tensing. "I'd fuck her even harder then. Watch those perfect tits bounce as I rail her from behind." She was right on the edge now, chest heaving. "Fill her with so much of my cum that it drips down her thighs for days."

"Such a filthy mind you have, princess," Mysaria laughed softly. "I wonder what the Small Council would think if they could hear you now."

"Fuck the Small Council," Rhaenyra snarled. 

Mysaria's hand paused, her smirk growing even more wicked. "And what about your mother?"

Rhaenyra's entire body tensed at the question, her eyes widening in shock. "Wh-What?" she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.

Mysaria's lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile as she looked Rhaenyra directly in the eyes. "Aemma Arryn," she said, her voice soft and teasing, but with a sharp edge. "Have you ever thought about fucking your mother, Princess?"

Rhaenyra's breath hitched, her mind reeling at the suggestion. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out, her body trembling under Mysaria's relentless teasing.

"It's only a question, Princess," she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement. "No need to look so scandalized."

Rhaenyra swallowed hard, her pulse racing as she struggled to regain her composure. "No," she finally managed to say, her voice shaky. "I—I've never thought about that."

Mysaria's smile didn't fade, though she didn't push the matter further. "Well, it seems you've got plenty of other options," she said with a playful shrug. "But remember, Princess... it's not about who you want. It's about how you take them. And with your current stamina, I'd say you've got a bit of work to do."

Mysaria's fingers danced over Rhaenyra's cock with maddening precision, teasing the sensitive skin, stroking her just enough to make her hips jerk forward, but never enough to let her find release. Every time she thought she was about to tip over the edge, Mysaria pulled back, leaving her gasping, shaking, her cock painfully hard.

"You're holding out longer this time, Princess," Mysaria said with a teasing smile, her voice a silky purr as she kept up her torturous rhythm. "But I can feel it—you're close. You want to cum so badly, don't you?"

Mysaria's hand moved faster now, her grip firmer, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Rhaenyra's body. The tension built rapidly, every stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge. 

Rhaenyra's eyes squeezed shut, her body arching off the bed as a ragged moan escaped her lips. "P-Please," she whimpered, her voice shaking, barely more than a whisper. "Mysaria, I—I can't—"

Mysaria's smirk deepened, her victory sweet and undeniable. "What was that?" she asked, her tone dripping with amusement as she continued stroking Rhaenyra's cock, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. "I didn't quite hear you, Princess."

Rhaenyra's pride shattered completely, her body trembling with the need for release. "Please," she begged, her voice raw and desperate now. "Please let me cum. I need it."

Mysaria's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "There it is," she said softly, her voice full of triumph. "The mighty dragon, begging for release."

She didn't stop this time. Her hand moved faster, her strokes firm and deliberate, driving Rhaenyra closer and closer to the precipice. Rhaenyra's breath hitched, her entire body tensing as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

"M-Mysaria," Rhaenyra gasped, her hips bucking wildly now, her cock throbbing in Mysaria's hand. "I—I'm going to—"

Mysaria's grip tightened, her strokes quickening, and with a final gasp, Rhaenyra came hard, her body convulsing as hot, thick ropes of cum shot from her cock, coating Mysaria's hand and her own stomach. Rhaenyra cried out, her voice breaking as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her shaking, gasping for breath.

Mysaria continued stroking her cock through the aftershocks, milking every last drop of cum from her until Rhaenyra collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. Her cock twitched one last time before going soft in Mysaria's hand, the tension in her body finally dissipating.

Mysaria lifted her hand to her lips, her fingers glistening with Rhaenyra's cum. She licked them slowly, savoring the taste, her eyes never leaving Rhaenyra's flushed face. "Mmm," she hummed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Quite delicious, Princess. You taste of power and desire."

Rhaenyra could barely move, her body still quivering from the force of her orgasm. She looked up at Mysaria, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction. "You're... amazing," she mumbled, her voice weak, but there was a small, tired smile on her lips. "And insatiable."

Mysaria chuckled softly, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Rhaenyra's lips, her tongue flicking teasingly against her mouth. "And yet, you want more," she whispered against her lips. "Perhaps I'm not the only insatiable one here, hmm?"

Rhaenyra let out a breathless laugh, her head still spinning from the intensity of it all. She could barely process the reality of the situation. "Perhaps not," she admitted softly.

After a few moments, Mysaria slid off the bed, moving with the same feline grace she always possessed. She reached for Rhaenyra's clothes, tossing them to her with a playful smirk. "Come, Princess. I think you've had enough lessons for one night. Though I'm sure you're eager for more... education."

Rhaenyra groaned softly as she sat up, her body still buzzing with residual pleasure. She dressed quickly, her limbs feeling heavy and slow. Mysaria moved around the room, still wearing that satisfied smirk as she tidied up.

Just as Rhaenyra finished lacing up her boots, there was a knock at the door. Mysaria's eyes flicked toward the entrance, and a knowing smile crossed her lips. "Ah, right on time."

The door creaked open, and there stood Daemon Targaryen, leaning casually against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes swept over the room, taking in the scene with a raised eyebrow and a wolfish grin.

"Done already?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "And here I thought dragons had more... stamina."

Mysaria chuckled softly, walking over to Daemon with her usual air of confidence. She reached out, and with a grin, Daemon tossed her three gold coins, which she caught effortlessly. "Oh, your niece has plenty of stamina, my prince. She just needs more... practice."

Daemon turned his gaze to Rhaenyra, who was still catching her breath, her face flushed with both exertion and embarrassment. "I see you enjoyed yourself," he said with a smirk, clearly entertained by the sight of his niece looking so thoroughly disheveled. "Did Mysaria teach you any new tricks?"

Rhaenyra scowled, trying to regain some of her lost composure. "Shut up, uncle," she muttered, though there was no real bite in her words. "What I learned is none of your business."

Daemon just laughed, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking over to her. "Come on, let's get you back to the Red Keep," he said, offering her his arm. "Before someone notices the princess is missing and sends out a search party."

Rhaenyra hesitated for a moment before taking it, allowing Daemon to help her to her feet. Her legs felt shaky, but she managed to stand, albeit with a bit of help from her uncle. "I can walk on my own, you know," she grumbled, but made no move to release his arm.

As they made their way out of Mysaria's chambers and into the cool night air, Rhaenyra let out a deep breath, feeling the breeze on her flushed skin. The heat of the room, Mysaria's touch—it all seemed to melt away in the cool night air.

They walked in silence for a while, the sounds of the city around them filling the gaps in their conversation. Rhaenyra could still feel the lingering effects of her release, her body buzzing with satisfaction.

Finally, Daemon broke the silence, his voice low and teasing. "So," he said, glancing over at her with a smirk. "How was it? Did you learn anything new? Any... interesting techniques you'd like to share with your dear uncle?"

Rhaenyra shot him a glare, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You're disgusting. And far too interested in my sex life."

Daemon just laughed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm serious, Rhaenyra. You look like you've been thoroughly taught a few things. It's my duty as your uncle to ensure you're getting a proper education."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, though she couldn't deny the truth of his words. Mysaria had, indeed, taught her a great deal. Her body still hummed with the memory of it, and she could feel her pride settling back into place, despite the earlier embarrassment. "Your concern is touching," she said dryly. "But I think I can manage my own... studies."

As they approached the Red Keep, Daemon's smirk widened. "So, when's the next lesson? Should I arrange another meeting with our talented tutor?"

"Maybe soon," she said, her voice teasing. "You'll just have to wait and see. I might have a few lessons of my own to teach next time."

Daemon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her answer. "Is that so?" he asked, his tone playful. "Well, well. It seems our little dragon is growing up fast. I look forward to seeing what you've learned."

Later

That night, in the depths of her dream, a surge of warmth flooded her loins, radiating from the tight heat of a mouth around her cock. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed down at the figure between her legs. The woman was on her knees, head bobbing up and down, lips stretched wide around Rhaenyra's thick shaft, sucking with expert precision.

Her tongue flicked and swirled, finding every sensitive spot that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through Rhaenyra's body. "Mmm... just like that, you filthy cocksucker," Rhaenyra moaned, her voice low, a teasing hum of satisfaction rippling through her words. She arched her back, pressing her hips forward, pushing deeper into the woman's throat. Each thrust met with a greedy, wet suck as the woman worked her mouth over Rhaenyra's cock like a professional.

"You're such a good little whore, aren't you?" Rhaenyra's voice sharpened with a dangerous edge, her tone dripping with dominance. Her hand tangled in the woman's hair, yanking her head back to meet her gaze for just a moment. The woman's eyes gleamed with submission, her lips shiny with saliva, strands of it connecting her mouth to Rhaenyra's cock.

The way she stared up, the obedience in her eyes, only spurred Rhaenyra further. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? Sucking your Princess's cock like you were born for it." She sneered down at the woman, her words oozing superiority, enjoying the way the woman's throat constricted as she gagged lightly before regaining her rhythm. "That's right, choke on it. Show me how much you love serving your dragon princess."

Rhaenyra's hips bucked, more forceful now. "Take it all, bitch. Every. Last. Inch." She shoved herself deeper into the woman's mouth, her cock gliding past her lips, hitting the back of her throat, filling her completely. The woman gagged again, but this time she held herself steady, swallowing around the intrusion, sucking harder. "Good girl," Rhaenyra purred, her voice a mix of praise and condescension. "You're nothing but a hole for my pleasure, and you love it, don't you?"

The moans that tore from Rhaenyra's lips were loud, her body trembling with the rush of pleasure. She felt invincible in that moment, her mind clouded with dominance, pushing and pulling the woman's head with reckless abandon. The wet slurping sounds filled the dreamscape, echoing in her ears like a dirty symphony, her cock glistening with the woman's spit, sliding effortlessly in and out.

"That's it, worship my cock," Rhaenyra growled, her fingers tightening in the woman's hair. "You're nothing but my personal cum dump, existing only to please me. And you're doing such a good job, aren't you, slut?" She punctuated her words with sharp thrusts, forcing her cock deeper down the woman's throat.

But then... a voice. A whisper, cut through the haze of lust. "Cum for me, my sweet dragon."

Rhaenyra's heart skipped a beat, and she froze. Her breath hitched, her hand still gripping the woman's hair, but her movements halted. The voice—it was too familiar. Slowly, almost fearfully, Rhaenyra glanced down. The woman's face came into focus, no longer just a faceless figure in her dream. It was her mother.

Aemma Arryn.

Rhaenyra's pulse raced, a sudden cold sweat breaking out across her skin. Aemma's lips, so familiar, wrapped greedily around her cock, her eyes looking up with an intensity that sent a shockwave through Rhaenyra.

But Aemma didn't stop. If anything, she sucked harder, her tongue working in ways that drove Rhaenyra mad. "Cum for me," she repeated, her voice dripping with sin. There was something unnatural in her mother's eyes, something hungry.

Rhaenyra's resolve crumbled. Her body acted on instinct, the dream's surreal hold too powerful to break. "Fuck!" she growled, the tension in her muscles snapping, her hips jerking forward one final time. Her cock throbbed, and with a strangled moan, she came. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot down Aemma's throat, and she swallowed it all, not missing a beat, milking every last drop from Rhaenyra's cock.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as her vision swam, the pleasure overwhelming, mixing with the disturbing realization of who was on her knees before her. As her orgasm ebbed, the dream began to blur. But the last image that burned into her mind was her mother's face—smiling, lips still parted, a trace of cum glistening at the corner of her mouth, her eyes glowing with satisfaction.

Then, Rhaenyra woke with a start, drenched in sweat, her heart racing, her cock still hard beneath the sheets. The echoes of her dream lingered, a mix of intense pleasure and unsettling guilt. She lay there, panting, trying to process what had just happened.

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