HOTD/ASOIAF: Unbowed Unbent Unbroken

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118 AC

Kingslanding

Alicent Hightower

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Standing before a window in my private chambers looking down at the Blackwater Bay, I can't help but wonder if Rhaenyra forgot about our meeting. My eyes follow a ship with the sigil of House Redwyne on its sails as I start to get a bit annoyed.

She is probably riding her Dragon... or her Husband.

* Sigh *

Lifting my glass I take a sip of the Arbor Gold and start thinking about plans for the upcoming Masked Ball all on my own. Rhaenyra will have to jump in and help with what I don't prepare if she still cares by the time I get things in line.

"Something on your mind, you're-" I startle and leap up a bit before landing and almost twisting my ankle. "-Grace... that was certainly graceful." I spin around with a frown on my face and narrowed eyes that fall on Daeron who is leisurely sitting on one of my couches with a smirk on his face.

My eyes dart to the corner of the room where a secret entrance is that both Rhaenyra and Daeron use when they want to meet with me privately. Seeing the hidden stone door slightly open I huff in frustration before looking down at my dress that I spilled my wine on.

"Honestly, you remind me of a horse when you get skittish like that." I look up from my ruined dress to glare at Daeron who has now rested his arms behind his head, his smirk replaced with a genuine smile filled with amusement.

"I am glad that I can amuse you so much... and thanks for calling me a horse." I lift my dress a bit to make it easier to walk as I quickly head over toward a wardrobe.

I hear Daeron snort at my words but I don't turn to look at him and instead focus on getting into some clean clothes, the sticky feeling of the wine already starting to annoy me.

"I didn't call you a horse, I said you remind me of one when you get skittish like that." I purse my lips as I come to a stop before the wardrobe and I open it up to see some clean dresses and other outfits.

The couch creaks as Daeron obviously stands, the sounds of his footsteps as he crosses the room make me wonder how he snuck in before without me hearing him.

He wanted to scare me.

That much is certain.

"Need some help?" He asks with that accent slipping into his voice as it drops in pitch enough to make my skin feel warmer almost instantly.

"I am fine." I respond evenly as I pick out a blue dress that is rather light and maybe a bit too revealing, I had purchased it a while back and have not had the chance to wear it yet.

I obviously won't be wearing it out where the court can see me, it's more for showing off in private.

Something I rarely do, but right now I feel like wearing it.

"Pity... I put to shame many handmaidens." I once more ignore his words and instead drop the shoulders of the dress I am not wearing, letting it slowly slide down my body to pool on the floor as I shimmy out of it.

It gets caught around my hips but I only have to bend forward slightly while continuing to shimmy in place to get it to drop the rest of the way. I smile though as Daeron smacks his lips together, I can almost feel his gaze upon my rear as I step out of my stained dress.

"What are you here for Daeron?" I casually ask as I start to put on the new dress.

"Rhaenyra said you would be lonely, she took Aegon for a ride of Syrax and seems to have canceled her meeting with you." The sound of Daeron's steps once more reaches my ears and I turn to see him heading toward the window where I left the bottle of wine. "She wanted me to let you know since I was 'just laying around being lazy' while resting off a pounding headache I have." He snorts in amusement before lifting the wine bottle and drinking straight from it. "So... do you need any help?" He sighs after lowering the bottle and looks back at me, I catch his gaze once more going to my backside.

Brushing down the fabric now covering my body with my hands, I nod liking the way it looks. "I could use a bit of help, I need to decide some final things for the masked ball." Daeron groans and I start walking toward him where my cup lays on the ground by his feet.

"I hate these stupid balls..." He clicks his tongue and bends down to grab my cup as he obviously notices me heading toward him to retrieve it. "What do you need help with specifically, I assume you have most things picked out, like the food that will be served." He pours some of the wine from the bottle into the cup before holding it out to me as I come to a stop before him.

"The theme is already decided, animal masks, and the food will be an assortment of various meats." He raises a brow at my words as I grab the cup and bring it to my mouth to drink some of it, my throat feeling a bit dry as I do.

"Seems a bit... odd." He scrunches his nose. "People wearing masks of animals and then serving meat to them, almost like a cannibal theme." I laugh a bit as I lower my cup and step toward the window to look out at the ships once more.

"That's the point." I smile while lifting my leg a bit to roll my aching ankle which sends jolts of pain up my leg.

"Strange... but not terrible." Daeron gives his assessment while leaning on the wall beside the window and looking down at my leg. "I guess that hurts?" I look at him plainly and he nods before pushing off the wall with his shoulder. "I will grab a basin and see what I can do for you to help relieve that pain, I am the one who spooked you after all." I hum in acknowledgment while feeling a stirring feeling inside of myself, knowing full well how he typically 'heals' people.

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118 AC

Kingslanding

Daeron Nymeros Martell

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Dropping Alicent onto her bed I step back and start taking off my own clothes as she lays completely exposed while catching her breath. The slick shine of her sodden cunt urges me on as I lick my lips tasting what remains of her climax on my lips.

Rhaenyra said Alicent was tense recently, after what she just did to my poor neck with her thighs I would have to agree.

I almost sigh at how my Wife sent me off to nail her friend while she takes our Son on a flight.

I would feel like a prostitute if not for the fact I have also been a bit pent up recently.

A death in the family killed the mood for everyone it seemed.

Shaking that thought out of my mind I step forward out of my underclothes and pants while dropping my tunic on the ground beside them. I step on one of my heels before lifting that foot up, sliding it out of the boot I was wearing on that foot before mimicking the action with my other foot.

"I take it your foot is feeling better?" I ask while stepping forward beside the bed and grabbing both of her feet, she slides easily across the bed when I pull on her legs to get her closer to the edge.

"Huh?" Alicent lifts her head with hazy eyes before they focus on my stiff cock which is now hovering over her mound and lower stomach as I hold her legs up and apart. "Oh." She mumbles and I can't help but chuckle lightly before resting her feet against my shoulders.

I assume the healing did the job, and if not I will just attempt to heal her again after I finish rutting into her.

Grabbing my cock with my right hand I lean forward placing my left hand on the bed beside her hip for support. I smack her on the pubic mound a few times with my length which she loudly hums at while sliding her right hand up my arm.

"Put it in..." She practically whines before biting her lower lip while looking up at me with pitiful eyes.

Yeah, she is for sure pent-up.

leaning forward a bit more I pull my hips back enough to aim my tip down at her pulsing entrance. Her other hand that is not on my arm has seemed to sneak down to split open her slit with two fingers in a v shape making for a tempting sight. I waste no time after aligning with her entrance and push my hips forward while shivering in pleasure at how velvety smooth her walls feel despite having numerous folds.

"Fuck!" A rare curse leaves her lips as I bottom out with my sack pressing against her perky ass that is slightly raised off the bed due to our position. "Move!~" She practically moans directly into my ear as I hold her down in a mating press.

Tis not wise to deny a Queen I suppose.

I pull out about halfway before thrusting back into her tight embrace, a loud squeal leaves her that turns into a sigh as I pull back out and repeat the process. Like every other time I have fucked her, I feel a nagging worry in the back of my mind that we will be caught. But I grit my teeth and ignore it to instead savor the gripping cunt that is already trying to strangle my length.

Fuck it, this milk has long been spilled.

"DaeR-" I thrust forward and her eyes almost roll back before she shuts them tight. "-ON!" Her jaw clenches and her lips thin as I pull back my hips once more, her vaginal walls gripping like a vice as I try and slide back.

The collision of my sack and thighs against her ass seems to get louder each time I thrust forward as her fluid starts running downward coating our skin. It's just another thing I am hyperconscious of while fucking the Queen a few doors down from the Kings room, knowing full well he is inside of said room working on his model of Valyria.

I am going to hell, probably all seven of them.

"Harder!" She cries out and I slam my hips into her, spearing her on my cock with her lowered cervix kissing the tip of my dick.

"Ugh!" I grip her thighs just below her knees and push them forward against her chest while leaning forward as much as I can without putting my whole weight on her. "I'm going to seed your womb once more..." I mutter just loud enough for her to hear me, knowing full well she loves hearing 'dirty talk' like that.

The result is instant as she bucks her hips upward as much as she can, her closed eyes also open wide and lock onto my own with her pupils being dilated.

"A-Again?" She huskily asks while bringing her hands behind my head and lacing her fingers together through my hair.

I bottom out in her earning myself a winded grunt from her but she does not complain and instead awaits my answer. I deny her a bit longer though as I lower my head and kiss her, she disapprovingly groans obviously wanting an answer but accepts my tongue for the moment. I rock my hips in the meantime, unable to pull out too far in the current position of almost laying on top of her. My toes barely touching the ground giving me leverage to repeatedly spear my tip against her cervix.

I break the kiss feeling my rapidly approaching finish as she starts rocking her hips, trying to milk my seed as she has done more than a few times before. "Again." I answer while placing my hands on either side of her head and pushing up my upper body to get a good look at her and our joining.

The sight of myself balls deep inside of the current Queen does something in the back of my mind that just feels right.

The only thing that could improve this, is if she was wearing her crown.

That mental image finishes me off and my climax leaves me speechless as I press myself against her cervix and shoot rope after rope of my seed into her awaiting womb.

I slowly lower myself on top of her while snaking my arms around her to embrace her tightly. I even step up from the floor to put my knees on either side of her lower half, completely trapping her beneath me which she obviously enjoys if her tightening cunt is anything to go by. A hot kiss on my cheek sends a shiver down my spine as her hands glide over my back with her nails lightly scratching me.

I turn my head to look at Alicent who is biting her lips and squirming beneath me with a new light in her eyes compared to when I entered her room.

Fuck yeah, I might be going to hell for this, but I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.

I kiss her cheek before starting to rock my hips once more.

A few more times should help the Queen fully relax, then I can get back to helping her plan out that dumb Masked Ball.