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Inside the club the music pounds, heavy bass making Rhaenyra's pulse beat harder in her ears as she tugs on Alicent's collar to guide her through the crowd. Lights bounce off latex clad people as they dance or drink at the bar, the smell of sweat in the air.
“It won't work,” says Alicent stubbornly, gasping when Rhaenyra tugs harder on the collar. Her hands clench into fists where they're tied together in front of her.
“Shut your mouth, pet, or I'll put a gag in it,” Rhaenyra tells her.
She and Alicent pass a raised platform upon which a man is being flogged by an older man with grey hair and metal spikes all over his leather catsuit. Under a table nearby, Rhaenyra can see a man on his hands and knees, drinking water out of a bowl on the floor while a woman take turns tugging on a leash attached to a collar around his neck.
Rhaenyra pays none of them any mind, heading towards the back of the club where a huge, ornate golden birdcage stands, within which she can see a raven haired figure swinging back and forth on the swing inside. As Rhaenyra approaches, Alicent in tow, the woman leans forward, grinning at her.
“Rhaenyra!” she calls, hopping lightly down off the swing and coming to the bars. She leans out and Rhaenyra goes on her toes as they greet one another with a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey Mysaria,” Rhaenyra says warmly. “How's it going?”
“I'm well,” Mysaria answers, leaning against the bars to chat. “How are you? Are you here to play?”
“Maybe,” says Rhaenyra with a little grin. She tugs on Alicent's collar again. “This is Alicent—she's been going through a disobedient streak lately.”
Mysaria's brown eyes flick over Alicent, sparkling in interest. “Is that so?”
“Unfortunately,” says Rhaenyra. “Nothing I've tried seems to be working.”
“Nothing at all?” Mysaria asks, still eyeing Alicent. “Well that's no good.”
“It's not,” Rhaenyra agrees. “I wondered if you might be able to help me with her.”
The sparkle in Mysaria's eyes darkens a little in mischief. “I might be able to.”
“Are you busy?” Rhaenyra asks.
“No, I was hoping someone might come by, thought I might get some attention in the cage,” admits Mysaria with a chuckle. “I can find us a room if you like.”
“That would be ideal,” Rhaenyra says. “This one doesn't need spectators or she'll be even worse.”
Mysaria laughs, getting out of the side of the cage and disappearing briefly into the crowd. A minute later she returns with a key on a chain.
“Come on,” she says, leading the way to one of the playrooms.
The sound of the club muffles as the door closes behind them and Mysaria locks it, having flipped the sign on the outside to 'engaged'. Inside the room, the walls are draped in heavy fabric to aid in the soundproofing, a whipping bench stands in one corner and beside it a rack of floggers, paddles and similar. With another harsh tug on the collar, Rhaenyra shoves Alicent towards Mysaria.
“Enjoy—see if you can get her to behave,” she tells Mysaria with a smile, taking a seat in a comfortable chair and crossing her legs to watch. “And feel free to discipline her however you see fit.”
“I'm sure I can make some progress with her,” Mysaria says with a wicked grin. She turns her gaze upon Alicent, pulling her close by her waist as she cups Alicent's chin with her other hand. A little look of challenge crosses Alicent's face, her jaw jutting stubbornly when Mysaria raises an eyebrow at her. “Are you going to be good for me?”
Alicent shrugs. “Don't count on it.”
“Already acting out?” Mysaria asks. “Well, what am I going to do with you?”
With a roll of her eyes, Alicent says, “Do your worst.”
Mysaria grins. “Oh I will,” she promises, “but first things first...” She steps back a little, considering Alicent. “Safeword?”
“Red,” Alicent replies.
“Okay,” nods Mysaria. “Use that to tell me if there's anything you really don't want me to do.”
Alicent nods. “I will.”
“Good.” Mysaria walks behind her, looking her up and down. Alicent shifts a little on the spot, tugging on her wrist chains. “Don't even think about it.”
Alicent flashes her a look over her shoulder. “Or what?”
“Or I'll be forced to punish you,” Mysaria says. “Eyes forward.”
Pouting briefly, Alicent turns away again. Mysaria gazes at her back, then over Alicent's shoulder to Rhaenyra, who gives her a little smirk. Coming up behind Alicent, Mysaria slips one hand around her waist, taking hold of Alicent's chin and turning her face towards her own.
“So do you want to tell me why you've been brought here to see me?” Mysaria asks.
“Not really,” says Alicent. Mysaria's grip on her chin tightens.
“Already so disobedient,” she comments.
Alicent gives her a mischievous little grin. “Well I'd hate to disappoint.”
Mysaria snorts softly. “I'm going to have so much fun breaking you.”
“You can try,” says Alicent.
“Oh I don't try,” promises Mysaria.
Mysaria's hand on Alicent's waist comes up to squeeze one of Alicent's breasts, kneading it through her strapless leather top. Alicent purses her lips, clearly determined not to give anything away, even as Mysaria's fingers press down insistently, teasing Alicent's nipple through the leather, and Alicent's back arches irresistibly into the touch.
“Still not going to sing for me, sugar?”
Alicent gasps softly as Mysaria leans in and runs her teeth over Alicent's earlobe, her body stiffening in Mysaria's hold. She tugs on her bound wrists again and Mysaria sees her look over at Rhaenyra. Nevertheless, Alicent grits her teeth.
“No.”
“That's a shame,” says Mysaria with a mock pout. “I was going to play nice but I don't think you really want me to, do you?” Alicent says nothing so Mysaria continues, “I think you want punishment don't you? I think you're a naughty little whore and you wanted your mistress to bring you here so you could show off what a harlot you are to someone else.” She leans in to murmur into Alicent's ear in a carrying whisper that she knows Rhaenyra will be able to hear, “Am I getting close?”
She hears Rhaenyra laughing softly. “She's got you pegged, hasn't she, darling?”
Mysaria presses her finger harder over Alicent's nipple and Alicent trembles against her, the tiniest sound coming from the back of her throat.
“Maybe you'd respond better if I did something more... direct,” Mysaria says. Alicent shivers again in her arms and Mysaria chuckles. “I know just the thing.”
She turns Alicent in her arms and pulls her in for a kiss, one hand back at Alicent's waist and the other in her hair, guiding her head to one side. With her hands bound, Alicent can't do much to reciprocate, only let Mysaria lead the kiss, letting out a reluctant whine when Mysaria's fingers tighten in her hair. Mysaria swipes her tongue against Alicent's, swallowing a little moan that Alicent lets out, before pulling back with a gasp.
“Trying to bite me?” she asks Alicent with a raised eyebrow.
Alicent smiles humourlessly. “Maybe.”
Taking hold of Alicent's collar, Mysaria drags her over to the toy rack. “I know just what to do with you.”
She grabs a length of scarlet rope, taking Alicent back to the centre of the room where she loops it through a thick iron ring in the ceiling and ties Alicent's bound wrists to it. Tugging on the end of the rope, Mysaria lifts Alicent's arms over her head, pulling until Alicent almost has to go up on her toes. There she secures her, kicking her feet apart and slipping a spreader bar between them before stepping back to admire the sight of her: Alicent's brown eyes are dark, her cheeks lightly flushed and lips parted. Alicent's body trembles slightly in the bonds, keeping her balanced with the aid of the rope.
“Comfortable?” Mysaria asks with a smile; Alicent glares. “I'll take that as a no.”
She breezes past Alicent to the rack again, selecting a few more items. With Alicent's back to her she knows she can keep it a fun surprise and holds things up to show Rhaenyra.
“What do you think of these?” she grins.
Rhaenyra nods, grinning. “Excellent choice.”
With a warm flush in her stomach at the praise, Mysaria returns to Alicent, putting down the things she picked up nearby. “First things first...”
She unzips the front of Alicent's top, letting it drop to the floor to free her breasts. The sight of them makes Mysaria bite her lip in anticipation and she can't resist lowering her head to swipe her tongue over one of Alicent's dark nipples. Alicent shudders, tugging on the rope, and her legs tremble. With a swipe of her tongue, Mysaria glances upwards to see Alicent's cheeks pink and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. If she wanted, she knows she could probably bring Alicent to her knees just with this—she's done it to more disobedient subs after all—but she has more fun things in mind for Alicent. She sucks a little harder, bringing one hand up to tease Alicent's other nipple with her fingers, and enjoys the little hitch of Alicent's breath she gets as reward.
Straightening up, she gives Alicent a grin. “Having fun, cutie?”
Alicent presses her lips together but her panting breath and widely blown pupils tell Mysaria everything: she leans forward to press a kiss to Alicent's lips before going behind her to pick up the next toy in her array.
“Now, let's see if this helps you find your voice for me, yeah?”
She comes up behind Alicent—after giving her a moment to stew in curiosity, Mysaria reaches around her and attaches nipple clamps to both Alicent's nipples. A surprised gasp leaves Alicent, her body jerking in her bonds and shuddering. Beyond her, Mysaria can see Rhaenyra watching in interest, lounging in her seat with a little grin playing about her lips. Mysaria gives her a wink before returning to Alicent's front, tugging lightly on the thin chain that connects the clamps. Alicent's body shakes but she swallows the whines that try to escape her.
“Still nothing?” Mysaria asks, toying with the chain a little longer before running her fingers over Alicent's exposed skin. As she looks into Alicent's flushed face, she gives her a tiny pout. “I was so hoping we could still do this the nice way.”
“I... I told you,” murmurs Alicent, her fists clenched, “do... your worst...”
Mysaria chuckles, running her hands down to Alicent's tight skirt. “Well then, we'd better get this off.”
With nimble fingers, she unzips Alicent's skirt, casting it aside to leave Alicent in only a black lace thong. Mysaria bites her lip, teasing her fingertips over the lace before going to pick up the paddle she retrieved before and showing it to Alicent.
“How about this?” she asks sweetly, enjoying the way Alicent's breath hitches at the sight of it. “That looks like a yes to me.” Moving behind Alicent again, Mysaria lightly runs the edge of the paddle over Alicent's ass; Alicent shivers in response, her legs trembling. “How many do you think you can handle?”
“Do your worst,” repeats Alicent, her back arching a little as Mysaria brushes up her spine with the paddle.
Mysaria grins wickedly. “How about fifteen then? You count them and then we'll see if you're ready to be an obedient girl.”
“Sure.”
Alicent's body seems to stiffen in her bonds, the muscles in her shoulders tensing in anticipation; Mysaria runs the paddle down Alicent's spine again, wanting to keep her guessing for a little longer. As she lifts it from Alicent's skin once more, Alicent coils her muscles tighter, preparing for the blow. Mysaria takes a few moments to admire the sight of her, the way the light plays on Alicent's hair and skin. Alicent's head twitches ever so slightly to one side and Mysaria finally brings the paddle down on one of Alicent's ass cheeks, the slap of the leather ringing out in the otherwise silent room. Alicent gasps, unable to move her body despite the way her thighs flex.
“Count,” commands Mysaria.
“One,” obeys Alicent between panted breaths.
“That’s a good slut.”
Mysaria lays another quick smack to Alicent's ass, pleased at the breathless “two” Alicent lets out and the sight of Rhaenyra grinning at them from her seat. As she settles into a rhythm, leaving time between each smack of the paddle for Alicent to count—or call out her safeword—Mysaria watches Alicent's skin turning pink, the black lace in stark contrast with the colour. At eleven blows, Alicent hesitates before the number—Mysaria wonders if she'll ask to stop but when she waits a little longer Alicent whines and she can't resist making the next swing of the paddle ever so slightly harder. By the time Mysaria finishes with the paddle, Alicent is almost weeping, her whole body shaking in her bonds and fighting to stay upright with the help of the rope.
“Fi– fifteen,” she moans, her head tipping to one side against her arm.
Mysaria puts down the paddle, reaching out a gentler hand to run it over Alicent's ass—it's warm to the touch and Alicent's back stiffens at the feeling of Mysaria's hand. When she comes back to face Alicent once more there are tears down Alicent's cheeks and her mouth hangs open. She gazes at Mysaria with heavily lidded eyes, her chest heaving with her breaths and making the chain at her nipples jingle softly.
“You seem much more willing now,” Mysaria comments, giving her a sweet smile.
Alicent nods. “P... please...”
“Please what?” asks Mysaria, stepping closer to stroke her hands down Alicent's sides.
“Fuck me,” whines Alicent, her brown eyes shining. “Please, mistress.”
“Look who's asking nicely now,” Mysaria says, running her hands down Alicent's stomach to her underwear. “You want me to touch you here?” Alicent nods and Mysaria slides one hand down between her legs, teasing Alicent's cunt through the lace. “Oh you really enjoyed that,” she says, moving the fabric to the side and pressing her fingers in a little more insistently. “You're so wet for me.”
Alicent lets out a little moan as Mysaria fucks her harder, rolling her hips into Mysaria's touch though Mysaria carefully keeps from touching Alicent's clit: she still has more to prove after all. As she touches her, Alicent's mewls grow higher and thinner; just when Alicent seems to be sure that Mysaria will give her the release she so desperately wants, she wrenches her hand away, leaving Alicent to let out a sob of frustration.
“No!” Alicent cries, her hips rolling in the empty air and thighs flexing, unable to come together to relieve the ache between them.
Mysaria leaves her to it, considering her next move while Alicent whimpers out the loss of sensation. Once her whimpers have stuttered away into next to nothing, Mysaria steps forward again, reaching up to undo the rope keeping Alicent's arms in the air and putting Alicent's arms around her shoulders so that she can help her to her knees on the floor.
“Okay?” she asks once Alicent is all the way down, her knees wide apart thanks to the spreader bar and still trembling a little.
Alicent nods. “What now?”
With another smile, Mysaria says, “Now I think I'd like something from you.”
She stands, unzipping her shorts to slip them off along with her underwear. With both kicked aside, she steps forward, grabbing the back of Alicent's head; Alicent shuffles forward on her knees to obey the unspoken command. The first swipe of Alicent's tongue over her cunt makes Mysaria let out a shaky breath, curling her fingers in Alicent's wild hair.
“Fuck,” she sighs, gazing down at her as she bites her lip. Alicent curls her tongue around Mysaria's clit, looking up at her with wet and wide brown eyes. “That’s it...”
Mysaria grinds her hips into the feeling, her breath catching in her throat as Alicent moans against her, sending a delicious hum through her. Alicent's tongue licks a hot, wet trail over her cunt, making stars dance behind Mysaria's eyes. She tugs ever so slightly on Alicent's long curls, revelling in the way Alicent whines. Every swipe of Alicent's tongue and light brush of her lips and nose makes Mysaria's toes curl and her pulse quicken, her voice leaving her in little moans and soft profanities. Her hips move of their own accord, fucking Alicent’s face as she enjoys her efforts. When Alicent's lips close around her clit and she gently sucks, her tongue flicking out insistently against it, Mysaria gasps.
“Fuck, Alicent...” she moans, grinding down against Alicent's tongue. She pulls on Alicent's hair, angling her head as she rolls her hips—the feeling of Alicent whining against her makes her arch her back eagerly. “J—just like... that...”
Her orgasm hits her hard: she cries out, fingers tight in Alicent's scalp and her thighs trembling either side of Alicent's head. As she rides it out, she moans softly, grinding her hips down to drag out the pleasure. Eventually she stops and steps back, letting go of Alicent, watching as she sinks to the floor in a panting heap, her face streaked with pleasured tears and the evidence of what she just did. Mysaria sighs, running one hand over her face, and turns to grin at Rhaenyra again.
“She's really something.”
“I'm glad you think so,” Rhaenyra smirks, getting to her feet. “When she behaves herself there's no end to how astonishing she can be.” She crosses over to them and kneels down in front of Alicent, gripping her by the cheeks. Alicent's lower face is coated in wetness and her pupils wide. “Look at you, my sweet girl, see how much fun you're having?”
Alicent gives her a hopeful look. “Can I...?”
With a little laugh, Rhaenyra says, “Well if you don't ask you don't get... but not just yet.” Alicent keens desperately but Rhaenyra gets up, turning to Mysaria. “I think she's got a little more to prove don't you?”
Mysaria grins wickedly. “I do.”
Going to her bag, Rhaenyra retrieves a vibrator, holding it up for Alicent. “Here, pretty thing, I brought your favourite.”
“Thank you, sir,” says Alicent softly, her cheeks flushing again as Rhaenyra comes back over to her, running a hand through her hair.
“How are you doing, my love?” Rhaenyra asks, her voice tender.
Alicent nods. “I'm okay, my knees hurt a bit though.”
“We can move you if you want,” Rhaenyra tells her.
“Yes, please,” says Alicent, letting Rhaenyra remove the spreader bar and hook her arms under her shoulders and knees to lift her. With only a little effort (Mysaria can't help but be impressed with her strength) Rhaenyra moves Alicent into the chair and kisses her soundly on the lips. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome, my gorgeous girl,” Rhaenyra says, helping her out of her underwear and pressing the vibrator into Alicent's hand before giving her a mischievous smirk. “Now you sit here and enjoy yourself while I do the same, alright?”
Alicent nods again as Rhaenyra straightens. “And...?”
“No, not until I say so,” says Rhaenyra. “But you knew that already, didn’t you?”
Though she pouts, Alicent doesn't protest and Rhaenyra turns to Mysaria, a spark in her eye.
“Seems I need to thank you,” she says, coming closer and slipping one hand around her waist. “You've managed to get her to behave.”
Mysaria grins, enjoying the way Rhaenyra's hand slides down over her back. She arches a little against her, slipping her arms around Rhaenyra's neck. “Well thank you for letting me play with her.”
“Can I play with you?” Rhaenyra asks, her fingers trailing lightly over Mysaria's skin.
“Absolutely,” breathes Mysaria, her pulse quickening in her throat.
Rhaenyra smirks. “What's your safeword?”
“Worm,” Mysaria says.
“Good—mine is Dragon. Now...” says Rhaenyra, her free hand coming up to unbutton the front of Mysaria's blouse as she pulls her into a chaste kiss.
Mysaria's arms tighten around Rhaenyra's neck as it deepens. Once her blouse is undone, she lets Rhaenyra take it off, dropping it to the floor with her bra in hot pursuit. Rhaenyra's fingertips tease one of her nipples, making her gasp softly into the kiss and cede more dominance to the other woman. All that time spent swinging around in the cage was worth it for this: getting to spend time with Rhaenyra and Alicent both, getting to play with Alicent and take control before letting Rhaenyra do as she likes...She feels Rhaenyra's fingers tighten on her back as Rhaenyra tweaks her nipple. When they part for breath, Rhaenyra smirks again and Mysaria gives her a little grin.
“Enjoying yourself?” Rhaenyra asks.
“I am,” says Mysaria. “I assume I can?”
“Absolutely,” assures Rhaenyra. “Only rewards for you.”
Warmth pools in Mysaria's stomach at the permission, another little gasp passing her lips as Rhaenyra kisses down her neck. Rhaenyra wraps her arm around Mysaria's waist to pull them close together as her other hand slides down to between her legs. Mysaria's thighs jump as Rhaenyra's light fingers caress her clit.
“Oh,” Mysaria moans, her voice catching on her tongue. Rhaenyra's teeth graze over Mysaria's collarbone before she sucks a little mark into her skin; Mysaria knows she'll gaze at it in the mirror in the next few days and remember this exhilaration. She moans as Rhaenyra's long fingers move down, slipping slowly inside her.
Mysaria hears a whimper and turns her head to see Alicent in the chair, legs spread wide and hooked over the arms of the chair as she presses the softly buzzing vibrator against her clit. Her cheeks are pink again, her breath hitching as she teases herself with the toy. Rhaenyra's lips leave Mysaria's skin as she glances over too.
“Having fun, sweetheart?” she asks Alicent, whose whimpers grow higher, her head tipping further back.
“Yes, sir,” Alicent moans, hips bucking up.
“That’s my beautiful girl.” Rhaenyra grins. She turns her attention back to Mysaria, her fingers pressing again inside her. “You feel like you are too.”
“Yeah,” gasps Mysaria, moaning afresh with the next slow thrust of Rhaenyra's fingers and the way her thumb circles Mysaria's clit.
Rhaenyra's touches remain paced and lazy, denying her of an orgasm but every time Mysaria glances over at Alicent, the coil of arousal involuntarily tightens further at the sight of her: Alicent's fingers tremble where she holds the vibrator, sliding it inside her cunt to build her peak up more and keep herself on edge. Her voice is a high moan and softer whine, her body taut and clearly aching with need. Mysaria lets out a higher gasp at a deeper thrust of Rhaenyra's fingers, her nerves afire.
“Ah,” she cries out, feeling herself fraying, the pleasure growing to a crescendo. “I'm going to come.”
“Come then,” Rhaenyra whispers against her neck, her thumb circling Mysaria's clit.
Were it not for Rhaenyra's strong arm around her, Mysaria would collapse with the force of her second orgasm of the night. She gasps, holding to Rhaenyra for balance and bucking away from her touch; when Rhaenyra finally slows her movements to a stop, Mysaria can scarcely make herself move.
“Okay?” asks Rhaenyra.
Mysaria nods. “More than.”
With a little smile, Rhaenyra turns back to look at Alicent: Mysaria follows her gaze to see Alicent still edging herself with the vibrator, both hands trying to keep it steady.
“See what happens when we do as we're told?” Rhaenyra asks.
Alicent bites her lip on another moan, gazing at them both. “Y-yes, sir.”
Leaning closer towards Mysaria, Rhaenyra asks her, “Do you think we can let her come yet?”
Mysaria looks over Alicent before giving Rhaenyra a smirk. “I think you should first.”
Despite (or perhaps because of) Alicent's little whine of protest, Rhaenyra grins. “I like the way you think.”
Mysaria goes to pull her into a kiss, enjoying the low groan Rhaenyra lets out against her lips. She slides her hands down Rhaenyra's chest, squeezing her breasts through her shirt before starting to unbutton the front. As Mysaria opens Rhaenyra's shirt, Rhaenyra takes over to pull it off, doing the same to her trousers, letting them both to the floor at their feet. With Rhaenyra's skin on full display, Mysaria runs her hands over it, taking her time to caress Rhaenyra's nipples and palm her breasts in both hands. Rhaenyra sighs tilting her head back, her mouth dropping open on a soft moan when Mysaria's touch runs down her hard stomach and one hand slips between her legs and into her underwear.
“You're so wet,” Mysaria murmurs against Rhaenyra's cheek, circling her fingers around Rhaenyra's clit. “I think you should let her have a taste.”
“Well, I'm not going to argue with that,” says Rhaenyra with a smirk.
Mysaria leads her towards where Alicent is still occupied. With a grin, she watches as Rhaenyra takes off her underwear and swings one leg over Alicent’s shoulder. Mysaria runs her hand up Rhaenyra's thigh and caresses Alicent’s shoulder, biting her lip as she gazes down at them.
“C’mon, kitten,” Rhaenyra says softly, moving her lips down to peck Alicent on her forehead. Alicent doesn’t speak or stop fucking herself with the dildo, eager to please her master, and begins kissing up the inside of Rhaenyra's thigh on her way to her clit. Mysaria watches Alicent flick her tongue out, relishing in the little moan that gets from Rhaenyra. “There we go.”
“That’s a good girl,” says Rhaenyra, reaching to thread her fingers through Alicent’s hair and guide her head between her legs.
Alicent obeys the wordless order as she starts running her tongue over Rhaenyra's cunt. Rhaenyra's thigh jolts on the side of Alicent’s head as Alicent swipes her tongue up Rhaenyra's cunt and circles it around her clit.
Mysaria moves to stand behind Rhaenyra, her hands running up Rhaenyra’s sides and finding purchase on her breasts.
“Fuck,” Rhaenyra groans, grinding against Alicent’s face. From behind, Mysaria grips harder onto Rhaenyra’s nipples and leans her head on Rhaenyra’s shoulder, watching as her body undulates onto Alicent’s face. “You’re doing so well, princess.”
Alicent softly hums to send a little vibration through Rhaenyra's body, fucking herself with the dildo in time with the movements of her tongue. She closes her lips around Rhaenyra's clit and sucks gently on it, Rhaenyra's fingers pulling harder at her hair in response.
Rhaenyra tips her head back into the crook of Mysaria’s neck, who starts licking up her throat, watching on in lust. Mysaria’s hands move down towards Rhaenyra’s cunt, teasing her clit in time with Alicent’s tongue as she begins to tremble, her voice growing more breathy.
“Fuck, baby,” gasps Rhaenyra, her voice almost a growl as Alicent sucks harder and faster.
Mysaria feels the wetness of Alicent’s tongue bump against her fingers as they both probe around Rhaenyra’s cunt and she brings her fingers towards Alicent, pushing them into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and the walls of her throat. Alicent eagerly envelops them, giving a hearty suckle. Rhaenyra sucks in a breath at the sight and her hips grind down harder, chasing her orgasm; soon she groans, her body stiffening as she comes hard.
Mysaria removes her hand, content to watch as Alicent helps Rhaenyra ride the orgasm out with her tongue, adding kitten licks and kisses to her clit. When Rhaenyra finally lets go of Alicent’s hair and gazes down at her, Alicent gives her a shy smile.
“Was I good?” she asks.
With a fond laugh, Rhaenyra moves back from Alicent’s face, leaning down to give her a deep, hungry kiss. “Of course you were. You always are, because you’re my girl.”
Mysaria moves, stretching as she takes a step back. She circles around Rhaenyra to look at Alicent, whose face is shining with the praise but also streaked with both Rhaenyra and Mysaria’s juices, and tears of arousal and frustration. Her fingers tremble so much that she looks in danger of dropping the vibrator. She gazes back at them both again, any attempt at defiance totally lost in her face.
“Can you—P-pl... please,” she stutters, her thighs twitching as she tries keeping herself on the edge.
“Please what, my precious girl?” Rhaenyra asks, moving closer and brushing Alicent's sweat soaked hair out of her eyes.
“I... I want to come, please sir,” Alicent gasps, her brown eyes huge and wet as she implores Rhaenyra.
Mysaria comes closer to join them, running a light thumb over Alicent's lips to wipe at the mixture of tears, sweat and cum.
“Shall we?” Rhaenyra asks her.
Mysaria nods. “I think she's earned it, don't you?”
“Well then,” says Rhaenyra, sinking to her knees next to Alicent—Mysaria follows suit. “Come here, sweet thing.”
Alicent almost cries in relief: she lets Mysaria take the vibrator from her as Rhaenyra unties her wrists and gently rubs the marks. When Rhaenyra leans in and kisses her, Alicent whimpers against her lips, wrapping one arm around Rhaenyra's neck to keep her close.
“Please,” she begs as Rhaenyra pulls back again.
Rhaenyra smiles. “Of course. Anything for you, angel.”
She lowers her head, kissing a trail down Alicent's body as one hand slides up Alicent's thigh to gently tease her clit, fingers easily slipping in with how wet she is. Alicent's body jolts and she moans louder; Mysaria takes the opportunity to bring the vibrator up and tease it over Alicent's pert nipples, the chains from the clamps jangling as they move.
“Oh fuck,” Alicent whines. Mysaria leans in to kiss her, feeling Alicent's tongue slack and distracted against her own. When Alicent almost bites her lower lip on a louder moan, Mysaria pulls back again to see Rhaenyra sucking her mouth around Alicent's clit. “Please, more.”
Mysaria moves her hands to cover Alicent's, guiding them up to squeeze her own tits. "Keep these here for me, doll. Yeah, just like that, push them together."
She glides the vibrator over to the valley between Alicent's breasts, both of them watching on with lust as Mysaria fucks the dildo in and out of Alicent's cleavage, every thrust bringing her closer to her peak.
With a final swipe of Rhaenyra's tongue and a crook of her fingers, Alicent comes with a cry of Rhaenyra’s name, her back arching out of the chair: were it not for Rhaenyra and Mysaria's hands on her, she might slide out of it entirely. They let her ride it out, taking their time to make it last for her—she's earned it after all.
Eventually, when Alicent collapses bonelessly in the chair, Mysaria and Rhaenyra both stop. Mysaria turns off the vibrator, passing it back to Rhaenyra as Rhaenyra helps Alicent out of the chair and into her arms, with Mysaria settling beside Rhaenyra.
“You were amazing, as usual,” Rhaenyra murmurs against Alicent's hair, leaving soft kisses all over her face. “My Alicent, always perfect.”
Alicent smiles, resting her head on Rhaenyra's breast and linking her fingers over her shoulder. Though she doesn't say anything, she sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention.
After a long moment of quiet consisting of them all catching their breath, Rhaenyra brings the soaked dildo up to Alicent’s mouth, nudging her lips open as she presses forward, “I need you to clean this for me, babygirl. Open up.”
Alicent is pliant as she opens wide, allowing Rhaenyra to slowly thrust the dildo into her mouth. She looks up into Rhaenyra’s lidded eyes as she swirls her tongue and makes lewd noises, giving her a show.
“There you go, that’s my best girl. I love you so much, Alicent.”
Alicent whines around the dildo at her statement, drool spilling from the corner of her lips as Rhaenyra leaves it pressed against the back of her throat. Her reply is left muffled, but not misunderstood as Rhaenyra smiles fondly at her and pecks her forehead before turning to Mysaria.
“You were great too,” Rhaenyra says, giving her a smile over Alicent's head. She can feel Alicent’s finger moving on her shoulder, spelling out the response she isn’t able to verbalise right now which is something she always resorts to when unable to speak, either due to exhaustion or an intrusion. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome,” Mysaria says. “I had fun with you both.”
Rhaenyra finally removes the vibrator, electing to keep the nipple clamps on for a while longer as Alicent hums softly in agreement. She moves a hand off Rhaenyra’s shoulder to take Mysaria's in hers, giving it a little squeeze. The three of them stay there together, Alicent tucked safely between the other two, knowing they'll be meeting up again in the future.