The Realm's Alpha

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Rhaenyra strode into the small council chamber, her boots clicking against the stone floor. Her father, King Viserys, sat at the head of the table, various scrolls and documents spread before him.

"Ah, Rhaenyra," he smiled warmly. "I wanted to discuss the upcoming tourney. Many noble ladies will be in attendance."

Rhaenyra's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Oh? And I suppose you want me to... entertain them?" She settled into a chair, crossing her legs deliberately.

"I want you to conduct yourself as befits a Princess of House Targaryen," Viserys said firmly. "No bringing shame to our house."

"Father, when have I ever brought shame to our family?" Rhaenyra asked, batting her eyes innocently even as her mind wandered to her recent activities with Alicent in the Godswood. Her cock throbbed at the memory.

"What are your thoughts on Lady Jeyne Arryn?" Viserys asked carefully.

Rhaenyra's smirk widened. "The Lady of the Eyrie? Father, she's fifteen years my senior." Though privately, she imagined pushing the stern woman to her knees, watching those proud lips stretch around her cock as she fucked that noble throat raw. Her shaft twitched beneath her dress.

Shaking off the arousing mental image, she continued smoothly, "If you're seeking suitable matches, what about Laena Velaryon? She's much closer to my age, and the alliance would strengthen our ties with House Velaryon considerably."

Viserys' face lit up. "Actually, speaking of the Velaryons... they're due to arrive shortly. You should be there to greet them."

"Ah," Rhaenyra drawled, leaning back with a knowing look. "So that's why you brought up the tourney. You were just waiting for me to mention Laena so you could tell me about their arrival. How... predictable."

"Rhaenyra..." Viserys warned.

"Don't worry, Father," she purred, rising from her seat. "I'll be on my very best behavior." Her cock throbbed as she imagined Laena's form, those violet eyes gazing up at her. "I'll make sure to give Lady Laena a proper... welcoming."

"That's exactly what I mean about conducting yourself appropriately," Viserys sighed.

"Oh come now, Father. I'm merely being hospitable," Rhaenyra said innocently, though her mind was already filled with decidedly unhospitable thoughts. She pictured Laena bent over this very council table, her silver-gold hair spilled across the surface as Rhaenyra claimed her roughly from behind.

"Just... try to make a good impression," Viserys pleaded.

"I always do," Rhaenyra smirked, adjusting her dress to better hide her growing arousal. "After all, I am a princess of House Targaryen. Making... impressions... is what I do best."

"Before I go, Father," Rhaenyra said, pausing at the chamber door, her voice softening slightly. "How is Mother doing?"

Viserys' face brightened, though there was an undercurrent of tension in his smile. "She's doing well, sweetling. Soon enough, you'll have a new sister or..." he paused meaningfully, "...brother."

Rhaenyra's jaw tightened at his tone. The way he emphasized 'brother' made her cock twitch with irritation rather than arousal. She opened her mouth to ask what would happen if Mother failed to produce his precious male heir, but stopped herself. She already knew the answer - had seen it in the way the maesters hovered around her mother's bed, in the desperate prayers her father offered to the Seven.

Instead, she asked, "Where is she now? May I see her?"

"She's resting in her chambers," Viserys replied, shuffling some papers on the council table. "Three of her most trusted handmaidens are attending to her. You may visit, but mind you don't tire her out."

Rhaenyra's lips curved into a wicked smirk. "Tire her out? Father, when have I ever been boring?" She cocked her head to one side, adding with deliberate sweetness, "Unlike some people I could name..."

"Rhaenyra!" Viserys spluttered, but she could see the reluctant amusement in his eyes.

"What? I'm merely pointing out that I'm excellent company," she purred, her hand trailing along the doorframe. "After all, isn't that what you want? For me to be charming and entertaining to our guests?" Her mind wandered back to exactly how she planned to 'entertain' certain guests, her cock stirring again at the thought.

"That's not quite what I meant," Viserys sighed, rubbing his temples.

"No?" Rhaenyra's voice dripped with false innocence. "Then perhaps you should be more specific about what you want, Father. Though I must warn you..." She glanced down meaningfully at her dress, where her growing arousal was barely concealed. "You might not like the details."

Viserys' face reddened. "Just... go see your mother. And remember what I said about the Velaryrons!"

"Oh, I remember," Rhaenyra smirked, already imagining Laena's sweet moans. "I'll give them a welcome they'll never forget." She turned to leave, then added over her shoulder, "Though I do hope the council chamber walls are thick enough. Wouldn't want any... unseemly noises... disturbing your important meetings."

Before her father could respond, she slipped out the door, her laughter echoing through the corridor. Her cock throbbed insistently now, demanding attention. Perhaps she'd pay Alicent a quick visit before seeing her mother - she needed to relieve some tension if she was going to behave herself around the handmaidens.

Though 'behaving herself' was such a relative term, wasn't it? After all, she was a princess of House Targaryen. And dragons took what they wanted.

As she sauntered from the chamber, her hips swaying, Rhaenyra's mind raced with possibilities. Perhaps this tourney wouldn't be so tedious after all. Between Alicent's continued presence, Jeyne's stern demeanor just begging to be broken, and now Laena's imminent arrival... well, she had plenty of entertainment to look forward to.

"Oh yes," she murmured to herself as she headed to prepare for the Velaryons' arrival. "This will be fun indeed." Her cock throbbed with anticipation, already imagining the delicious debauchery to come. After all, what better way to unite the noble houses than through more... intimate diplomacy?

Rhaenyra reached her chambers, immediately unlacing her dress to free her aching member. As she stroked herself, she pictured Laena's perfect lips, Jeyne's proud throat, Alicent's tight pussy... this tourney was going to be quite the event. And she intended to enjoy every single moment of it.

"Let them come," she groaned, her hand moving faster. "I'll show them all exactly what it means to serve their princess." 

Later

Rhaenyra pushed open the heavy oak door to her mother's chambers, her cock still half-hard from her earlier thoughts. Three handmaids bustled about the room, adjusting pillows and mixing medicines. Queen Aemma lay propped up in her massive bed, her swollen belly visible beneath the silken sheets.

"Rhaenyra," Aemma's face lit up with a warm smile. "What brings you here, my dear?"

"Can't a daughter visit her mother?" Rhaenyra approached the bed, her hips swaying slightly. "Or is that now forbidden too, along with all my other... entertainments?"

Aemma patted the bed beside her. "Come closer, sweet girl." When Rhaenyra sat, Aemma pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Of course there's nothing wrong with visiting. I'm always happy to see you."

The handmaids continued their tasks, though Rhaenyra noticed their furtive glances. She shifted slightly, adjusting her dress to better hide her persistent arousal.

"Tell me," Aemma said, her voice lowering conspiratorially, "how are things between you and Alicent? Why is she not here with you?"

Rhaenyra's cock twitched as memories of yesterday flooded back - Alicent on her knees in the Godswood, leaves in her hair as she desperately swallowed Rhaenyra's length. The way she'd gagged and moaned...

"Things are perfect," Rhaenyra purred, a smirk playing at her lips. "We understand each other... completely."

Aemma's eyes narrowed slightly, studying her daughter's face. "Rhaenyra... what have you done?" she asked quietly, hoping the handmaidens weren't hearing them.

"Nothing that wasn't thoroughly enjoyed by all involved," Rhaenyra replied innocently, though her cock throbbed at the memory of Alicent's throat convulsing around her.

"Have you given any more thought to marriage?" Aemma asked carefully. "Last time we discussed it, you nearly—"

"Nearly screamed?" Rhaenyra finished, her voice taking on an edge. "Well, perhaps if everyone wasn't so eager to sell me off like a prized..."

"Rhaenyra," Aemma sighed, reaching for her daughter's hand. "We only want what's best for you. And the realm needs—"

"The realm needs many things, Mother," Rhaenyra interrupted, her cock now fully hard beneath her dress. "But what I need is to be allowed to choose my own path. My own... pleasures."

One of the handmaids dropped a vial, the glass shattering on the floor. Rhaenyra's eyes snapped to her - a pretty young thing with auburn hair and full lips. Her cock twitched appreciatively.

"Perhaps," Rhaenyra said, rising smoothly, "what the realm truly needs is a different kind of... unity." She approached the flustered handmaid, who blushed deeply under her gaze. "After all, there are many ways to forge alliances, aren't there?"

"Rhaenyra," Aemma's voice held a warning note. "Remember who you are."

"Oh, I remember perfectly," Rhaenyra smirked, helping the handmaid gather the broken glass. She let her fingers brush against the girl's hand, delighting in her sharp intake of breath. "I am a princess of House Targaryen. And dragons take what they want."

"Your father mentioned the Velaryons are arriving soon," Aemma said, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Mmm, yes," Rhaenyra straightened, her cock straining against her dress as she imagined Laena's lithe form. "Lady Laena will be joining us. Father seems quite keen on that particular... arrangement."

"She would make a fine match," Aemma observed carefully.

Rhaenyra laughed, the sound rich with promise. "Oh yes, I'm sure she'll make a very fine... match indeed." She turned back to her mother, adding, "Though perhaps not in quite the way Father imagines."

"Rhaenyra!" Aemma exclaimed, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

"What? I'm merely being... diplomatic." Rhaenyra's eyes wandered back to the auburn-haired handmaid, who was now pretending to be very interested in folding linens. "Speaking of which, I should prepare for their arrival. Wouldn't want to keep our guests waiting."

She leaned down to kiss her mother's cheek, whispering, "Rest well, Mother. I'll try not to scandalize too many noble houses while you're confined to bed."

"That's what worries me," Aemma murmured, but she was smiling.

As Rhaenyra sauntered toward the door, she paused beside the auburn-haired handmaid. "What's your name, sweetling?"

"M-Myranda, Your Grace," the girl stammered, her cheeks flushing.

"Myranda," Rhaenyra repeated, letting the name roll off her tongue like honey. "Perhaps when you're done here, you could assist me with... preparing for our guests?" Her cock throbbed as she watched the girl's pupils dilate with desire.

"Rhaenyra," Aemma called from the bed, "leave the poor girl alone."

"As you wish, Mother," Rhaenyra laughed, but then she remembered something that she wanted to talk about with her mother.

"Leave us," Rhaenyra suddenly commanded the handmaidens, her voice brooking no argument. She watched as they filed out, including the tempting Myranda, though her usual lustful thoughts were temporarily subdued by concern.

Once alone, Rhaenyra sat beside her mother, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "Are you truly well, Mother?"

Aemma's brow furrowed. "Why such worry, my dear?"

"Because I want you to survive this, above all else," Rhaenyra said bluntly, her usual playful demeanor falling away. 

"Rhaenyra," Aemma sighed, "as women, it is our duty to birth heirs—"

"Even at the cost of your life?" Rhaenyra interrupted sharply. "Is that what Father expects? What the realm demands?"

Aemma reached out, cupping Rhaenyra's cheek with a gentle hand. Her smile was tired but warm. "I will be fine, sweet girl. Soon you'll have a new brother or sister to dote on."

Rhaenyra leaned into her mother's touch, unconvinced but unwilling to argue further. She pressed a kiss to Aemma's cheek, rising to leave. At the door, she couldn't help adding, "Though if it's a sister, perhaps I'll have to teach her all the... special ways... to handle court politics."

"Rhaenyra!" Aemma exclaimed though a reluctant laugh escaped her. "Gods, you're just like your uncle Daemon."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Rhaenyra smirked, her usual swagger returning. Her cock stirred again as she thought of her uncle's notorious reputation - and how she aimed to surpass it.

"Yes," Aemma sighed heavily, "that's precisely the problem."

Rhaenyra laughed, blowing her mother a kiss. "Don't worry, Mother. I'll try to keep my... activities... somewhat discrete. At least until you're well enough to hear all the delicious gossip."

As she slipped out the door, she heard her mother mutter something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer to the Seven. Well, she thought with a wicked grin as her cock hardened again, the gods had blessed her with certain... gifts. It would be a shame not to use them.

.

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The royal bedchamber's heavy drapes filtered the late afternoon sun, casting everything in a warm, intimate glow. Rhaenyra felt the familiar stirring between her legs as her cock began to harden, straining against the confines of her dress. The Princess found herself alone, knowing her beloved Alicent was occupied with her pointless prayers in that dreary Sept. Her mind wandered to more pleasurable possibilities...

Specifically to Tanya, her devoted handmaiden who had been casting sultry glances her way for months now. The tall beauty possessed curves that made Rhaenyra's mouth water - full, heavy breasts that strained against her bodice, a narrow waist that flared into generous hips. Those plump lips of hers seemed made for sin.

"Tanya," Rhaenyra called out, her voice husky with need. "Attend me."

Within moments, the chamber door opened to reveal the object of her desires. Tanya entered with practiced grace, her long brown hair flowing freely down her back. She stood two heads taller than Rhaenyra, making the Princess's cock twitch with anticipation of having such a statuesque beauty submit to her will.

"You summoned me, Your Grace?" Tanya asked, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes darkened as they traveled down Rhaenyra's body, lingering where the Princess's arousal was evident.

"Indeed I did," Rhaenyra purred, moving to circle her prey. "I find myself in need of... particular service this afternoon."

"I live to serve, Your Grace," Tanya replied, her breasts rising and falling with quickened breath. "How may I please you?"

Rhaenyra stopped directly in front of her, reaching up to trace one finger along Tanya's collarbone. "First, I want you to remove every stitch of clothing. Slowly. Let me savor the reveal of what's mine to enjoy."

Tanya's breath hitched. "Yours, Your Grace?"

"Oh yes," Rhaenyra growled. "Every inch of you belongs to your Princess now. Show me what's mine."

With trembling fingers, Tanya began unlacing her bodice. The fabric parted to reveal the swell of her breasts, their pale flesh flushed with arousal. Rhaenyra's cock throbbed as more skin was revealed inch by glorious inch.

"Faster," Rhaenyra commanded, growing impatient. "I want to see all of you."

Tanya quickened her movements, letting the dress pool at her feet. She stood gloriously naked before her Princess, nipples pebbled in the cool air. Rhaenyra's mouth watered at the sight of the handmaiden's glistening pussy, already wet with obvious desire.

"Beautiful," Rhaenyra breathed, reaching out to cup one full breast. "You've been wanting this, haven't you? Dreaming of serving your Princess in every way possible?"

"Yes," Tanya gasped as Rhaenyra pinched her nipple. "Gods yes, Your Grace. I've thought of nothing else."

"Tell me," Rhaenyra demanded, her other hand sliding down Tanya's flat stomach. "Tell me what you've imagined."

"I've imagined you taking me," Tanya moaned as Rhaenyra's fingers dipped lower. "Using me for your pleasure. I've touched myself countless nights thinking of your cock inside me."

"Such a desperate little slut," Rhaenyra purred, parting Tanya's lower lips to find them dripping. "Already so wet for me. Do you want to feel your Princess's cock stretching this pretty pussy?"

"Please," Tanya begged, spreading her legs wider. "Please use me, Your Grace. I need you inside me."

Rhaenyra circled Tanya's clit with her thumb, making the taller woman's knees buckle. "On your knees first. Show me how badly you want to please your Princess."

Tanya dropped to her knees instantly, hands reaching for the laces of Rhaenyra's dress with eager desperation. The Princess allowed her handmaiden to unwrap her like a gift, sighing as cool air hit her heated flesh. Her cock sprang free, already hard and leaking.

"Oh gods," Tanya breathed, staring at Rhaenyra's impressive length with hunger in her eyes. "You're even more magnificent than I imagined."

"Put that pretty mouth to better use than flattery," Rhaenyra commanded, tangling her fingers in Tanya's long hair.

The handmaiden needed no further encouragement, wrapping those full lips around Rhaenyra's cock with a moan of pure satisfaction. The Princess threw her head back as wet heat enveloped her, Tanya's talented tongue swirling around her sensitive head.

"That's right," Rhaenyra purred, watching as Tanya struggled to take her impressive length. "Open that pretty mouth wider for your Princess."

Tanya's eyes watered as she attempted to accommodate Rhaenyra's nine-thick inches. Her plump lips stretched obscenely around the thick shaft, barely making it halfway before she had to pull back, gasping.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace," she panted, stroking the wet cock with both hands. "You're so much bigger than I expected."

"We have all afternoon for you to learn your place," Rhaenyra smirked, rubbing her leaking tip across Tanya's swollen lips. "And that place is on your knees, servicing your Princess's cock like a good little whore."

Tanya moaned at the degrading words, diving back onto Rhaenyra's length with renewed determination. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head before she began taking it deeper, relaxing her throat.

"That's it," Rhaenyra praised, tangling her fingers in Tanya's hair. "Look at how eager you are to choke on your Princess's cock. Such a natural cocksucker."

Tears streamed down Tanya's cheeks as she worked to take more, gagging slightly when Rhaenyra's tip hit the back of her throat. But instead of pulling back, she pressed forward, swallowing around the intrusion.

"Fuck," Rhaenyra groaned, tightening her grip. "You're learning quickly. Already taking more than before. Does serving your Princess's cock make your pussy wet?"

Tanya could only whimper in agreement, her throat vibrating around Rhaenyra's length. Drool dripped from her stretched lips as she bobbed her head, working more of the massive cock into her willing mouth.

"Show me," Rhaenyra commanded. "Spread those legs while you suck me. Let me see how dripping wet you are."

Tanya instantly obeyed, spreading her thighs to reveal her glistening pussy. Her free hand moved between her legs, gathering her abundant wetness before plunging two fingers inside herself.

"Such a desperate slut," Rhaenyra laughed darkly, starting to thrust shallowly into Tanya's mouth. "Getting off on having your throat stuffed full of cock. Is this what you think about when you're alone in your bed? Fantasizing about being your Princess's personal cocksleeve?"

The filthy words made Tanya moan louder, her fingers fucking herself faster as Rhaenyra began properly using her mouth. The Princess's hips moved with increasing force, pushing her cock deeper with each thrust.

"Look at you," Rhaenyra growled, now properly fucking Tanya's face. "Taking my cock so beautifully. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to serve between my legs like the cock-hungry whore you are."

Tanya's only response was to hollow her cheeks, sucking harder as Rhaenyra used her mouth. Her throat relaxed completely, finally allowing the Princess's full length to slide down her gullet.

"Seven hells," Rhaenyra gasped as she felt Tanya's nose press against her pelvis. "You actually took all of it. Such a good little cocksucker. Going to have to keep you close from now on, aren't I? My personal throat to fuck whenever I please."

The possessive words pushed Tanya over the edge, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she came hard. The sight of her handmaiden climaxing just from having her mouth fucked nearly made Rhaenyra lose control.

"That's right," she snarled, fucking Tanya's face faster. "Come like the cock-addicted slut you are. Show your Princess how much you love serving her."

Tanya's throat convulsed around Rhaenyra's length as aftershocks rolled through her, making the Princess grip her hair tighter. She held Tanya's head still, using her mouth with abandon.

"Going to paint that pretty throat white," Rhaenyra warned, feeling her release approaching. "And you're going to swallow every drop like a good whore, aren't you?"

Tanya managed an eager nod despite being impaled on Rhaenyra's cock, her tongue working overtime to bring her Princess pleasure. Her submission was rewarded moments later as Rhaenyra buried herself to the hilt, flooding Tanya's throat with hot spurts of come.

"Swallow," Rhaenyra commanded, slowly withdrawing. "Show me what a good little cocksucker you are."

Tanya's throat worked visibly as she obeyed, not letting a single drop escape. When Rhaenyra finally pulled free, her handmaiden's lips were swollen and red.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Tanya rasped, voice rough from the thorough throat-fucking. "May I... may I clean your cock with my tongue?"

Rhaenyra laughed, already hardening again at Tanya's eagerness. "Such an insatiable little slut. Go ahead then - show me how grateful you are for the privilege of serving your Princess."

Tanya eagerly leaned forward, her tongue extending to lap at Rhaenyra's sensitive cock. Starting at the base, she dragged her tongue along the entire length, collecting every drop of their combined fluids.

"Mmmmm," Rhaenyra moaned, threading her fingers through Tanya's hair. "Such a devoted little cocksucker. You truly love worshipping your Princess's cock, don't you?"

"Yes, Your Grace," Tanya breathed between long licks. "I love how you taste... how you feel on my tongue."

Rhaenyra's cock twitched as Tanya swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, paying special attention to the leaking slit. The Princess's hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more of that wet heat.

"Fuck," Rhaenyra gasped as Tanya took the head back into her mouth, sucking gently. "It feels So Gooooddd! I think I should fuck your mouth again."

Tanya hummed in agreement, the vibrations making Rhaenyra's thighs tremble. Her tongue danced along the underside of Rhaenyra's shaft as she cleaned every inch thoroughly, clearly savoring her task.

"Such enthusiasm," Rhaenyra purred, watching her cock disappear between those plump lips again. "Getting hard again just from your eager little tongue. Want another taste of your Princess's come?"

Tanya pulled back just enough to speak, her hot breath ghosting over Rhaenyra's wet cock. "Please, Your Grace. I want to drink every drop you'll give me."

"Insatiable little slut," Rhaenyra laughed, guiding her cock back to Tanya's waiting mouth. "Show me how badly you want it then. Make your Princess come with that talented tongue."

Tanya doubled her efforts, alternating between long licks and deep sucks that had Rhaenyra's toes curling. Her handmaiden's obvious enjoyment of the task made it even more arousing - the way she moaned around Rhaenyra's length, how her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as she worked.

"That's it," Rhaenyra encouraged, rolling her hips. "Such a perfect cocksucker. Going to keep you on your knees, always ready to serve. Would you like that? Being your Princess's personal cock warmer?"

Tanya's enthusiastic moan of agreement sent shivers up Rhaenyra's spine. The sight of her gorgeous handmaiden so eagerly debasing herself, finding such obvious pleasure in servicing her Princess's cock, was intoxicating.

"Getting close already," Rhaenyra warned, gripping Tanya's hair tighter. "Your mouth is too fucking good. Want to swallow another load for your Princess?"

Tanya responded by taking Rhaenyra deeper, her throat relaxing to accept the full length. The Princess cursed as she felt that tight heat envelop her completely, Tanya's nose pressing against her pelvis.

"Seven hells," Rhaenyra groaned, holding Tanya's head still. "Going to flood that pretty throat again. Drink it all down like the cock-hungry whore you are."

Tanya's throat worked around her length, eager for her reward. It only took a few more seconds before Rhaenyra was coming, painting her handmaiden's throat white for the second time.

As promised, Tanya swallowed every drop, continuing to suckle gently until Rhaenyra was completely spent. When she finally pulled back, her lips were red and swollen, a satisfied smile playing at their corners.

"Thank you, Your Grace," she said hoarsely, placing a reverent kiss on Rhaenyra's softening cock. "May I have more later?"

Rhaenyra laughed, helping Tanya to her feet. "Such a greedy little thing. Don't worry - I have plans to make thorough use of all your holes before the day is done."

The promise made Tanya shiver with anticipation, her pussy visibly dripping down her thighs. "I live to serve, Your Grace."

"Get on the bed," Rhaenyra commanded, her cock already hardening again at the sight of Tanya's curves. "Face down, ass up - show your Princess what she owns."

Tanya practically dove onto the mattress, positioning herself exactly as ordered. Her round ass lifted invitingly in the air, face pressed into the silk pillows as she spread her legs wider.

"Perfect," Rhaenyra purred, climbing onto the bed behind her willing servant. Her hands immediately found Tanya's swaying breasts, kneading the generous flesh. "These tits are magnificent. So full."

She pinched Tanya's nipples, making the handmaiden arch her back with a moan. "Thank you, Your Grace," Tanya gasped as Rhaenyra continued playing with her sensitive breasts.

"Going to fuck these beautiful tits later," Rhaenyra promised, giving them one last squeeze before trailing her hands down Tanya's sides. "Watch my cock disappear between them while you beg for more."

"Yes, please," Tanya whimpered, pushing her ass back against Rhaenyra's hard length. "Use me however you want, Your Grace."

Rhaenyra lined herself up with Tanya's dripping entrance, rubbing her cock through the wet folds. "Such an eager little slut. Already soaking wet again for your Princess's cock."

Without further warning, she thrust forward, burying herself to the hilt in Tanya's tight heat. Both women moaned at the penetration - Tanya's cry muffled by the pillows while Rhaenyra's filled the chamber.

"Fuck," Rhaenyra groaned, gripping Tanya's hips tightly. "Your pussy feels divine. So hot, so tight around my cock. Made to take me, weren't you?"

"Yes," Tanya panted, clenching around Rhaenyra's length. "Made for your cock, Your Grace. Please... please fuck me properly."

"Since you beg so sweetly," Rhaenyra smirked, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in. She set a punishing pace immediately, fucking into Tanya with abandon.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by Tanya's increasingly loud moans. Each thrust drove her face deeper into the pillows, her whole body rocking with the force of Rhaenyra's movements.

"That's it," Rhaenyra encouraged, spanking Tanya's ass. "Let me hear how much you love your Princess's cock. Want the whole keep to know what a desperate little whore you are."

Tanya's cries grew louder, uninhibited as Rhaenyra pounded into her. "Yes! Oh gods, Your Grace! Your cock feels so good inside me!"

"Better than you imagined?" Rhaenyra taunted, changing her angle to hit deeper. "Better than all those nights you spent fucking yourself, wishing it was your Princess's cock stretching you open?"

"So much better," Tanya sobbed, her pussy clenching tighter. "Never felt anything like this... never want anything else!"

Rhaenyra reached forward, tangling her fingers in Tanya's long hair. She pulled, forcing her handmaiden's back to arch beautifully. "Going to ruin you for anyone else," she promised darkly. "No other cock will ever satisfy you after this."

"Please," Tanya begged, meeting each thrust desperately. "Want only you, Your Grace. Only your cock!"

The submission in Tanya's voice made Rhaenyra's cock throb. She fucked harder, driving deep into Tanya's willing body. "Touch yourself," she commanded. "Show me how desperate you are to come on your Princess's cock."

Tanya's hand immediately flew between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit. She worked it frantically as Rhaenyra continued pounding into her, her moans reaching a fever pitch.

"That's it," Rhaenyra encouraged, feeling Tanya's pussy starting to flutter around her length. "Come for me. Let me feel this tight little cunt squeeze my cock."

"Your Grace!" Tanya screamed as her orgasm hit, her whole body shaking with the force of it. Her pussy clamped down vice-like around Rhaenyra's cock, pulling the Princess deeper.

"Fuck yes," Rhaenyra groaned, maintaining her brutal pace through Tanya's climax. "Take it all, you perfect little whore. Going to fill this greedy pussy with my come."

"Please," Tanya babbled, still riding the waves of her orgasm. "Want your come, Your Grace. Need it inside me!"

The sight of her beautiful handmaiden completely wrecked beneath her, begging for her come, pushed Rhaenyra over the edge. She buried herself to the hilt one final time, flooding Tanya's pussy with hot spurts of come.

They collapsed together onto the bed, both panting heavily. Rhaenyra's cock remained buried inside Tanya, enjoying the aftershocks that still rippled through her handmaiden's pussy.

"You've exceeded all expectations," Rhaenyra murmured, pressing kisses along Tanya's shoulder blades. "Such a perfect little cockslut for your Princess."

"Thank you, Your Grace," Tanya replied dreamily, sighing as she felt Rhaenyra's come leaking from her well-used pussy. "I live to serve you."

"And serve you shall," Rhaenyra promised, already thinking of all the ways she would use her new toy. "We're far from finished. Once I've caught my breath, I believe I promised to fuck these gorgeous tits of yours."

Tanya shivered in anticipation, pushing back against Rhaenyra's softening cock. "I'm ready whenever you are, Your Grace. Use me as you please."

"Insatiable little thing," Rhaenyra laughed, giving Tanya's ass a playful slap. "Just remember - you asked for this. Don't complain when you can barely walk tomorrow."

"I would wear such marks with pride," Tanya replied, turning to give Rhaenyra a sultry look over her shoulder. "Let everyone know I serve my Princess in ALL ways."

"Careful what you wish for," Rhaenyra warned, feeling her cock beginning to harden again inside Tanya's heat. "I might just take you up on that offer."

The promise in Rhaenyra's voice made Tanya moan, her pussy clenching around the Princess's length. 

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