Alicent was a twisted woman.

She enjoys toying with you, knowing that you would harass yourself for days at a time trying not to break one of her invisible rules. At the start of the war, you were sent to court to marry one of the former queen's sons; with her only daughter dead by taking her life, Alicent now had three to choose from.

Aegon, her eldest, was either known as king or usurper, depending on where your loyalties were. Her second eldest, Prince Aemond, was known as a kinslayer, and her youngest son, Prince Daeron, was known for his kindness, or so his uncle Gwayne said.

You had subtly expressed your preference for it to be Daeron, but Alicent was yet to pick; instead, she was keeping you close as her whore.

It started off with her staring at you a little longer than necessary, small touches, and fleeting glances at your breasts and behind.

Then it progressed.

If your dress was too low-cut, Alicent would pinch your nipples as punishment and then kiss them better. If you acted too ‘flirtatious’ with someone at court, she would spank your ass until it was raw, and if your cunt was dripping with arousal, she would put her fingers inside you as punishment to prove how sinful you are. If you talked out of turn, you’d spend the majority of the night with your head buried between Alicent’s thighs, devouring her cunt.

Even now, as you take the full length of the curved toy placed between her legs, the thick strap-on that parts your slick folds so perfectly, she would find a way to make it seem like a punishment, an act that was necessary.

A soft moan escapes your lips. The more you move your hips, the deeper the toy goes inside you. Once you’ve found a comfortable rhythm and picked up the pace, you pin Alicent’s hands above her head while continuing to bounce up and down, enjoying the way her breasts sway. Although she was older, Alicent still had an innocent beauty complemented by her soft features. Her long red curls, dark brown eyes and pouty lips… you wished to kiss her every day.

“Oh, gods.”

The vibrations from the strap-on put pressure on your clit as you ride it, making your orgasm come fast and hard. After you climax, you position yourself above Alicent’s face, lowering your dripping wet pussy over her mouth. She immediately begins lapping at your juices, swirling her tongue around your sensitive clit.

“I need to feel more of you.” You let go of Alicent’s wrist and reposition yourself so that you’re still sitting on her face but are facing the opposite way.

Alicent resumes tasting you with her skilled tongue, causing you to squirm on her face. Reaching down, you start to massage her breasts. When she moans into your pussy, your fingers trail lower, teasing along her inner thighs before you slip them into her wet cunt.

Alicent’s muffled cries of pleasure vibrating through your core as she chases her own release beneath you.

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Sighing, Alicent tenderly brushes hair out of your face as you cup one breast in your hand, kneading it gently before leaning down to take the nipple into your mouth. You suck on it slowly, swirling your tongue around the hardened peak while using your other hand to massage her other breast.

There’s a sadness in her voice as she says, “This can’t happen again.”

She says this every time, and then you repeat the same routine a few nights later.

Your saliva glistens on her breast when you let it fall from your mouth. “It is wrong for us to be like this, your grace, but I’m unsure we can stay apart for long.”

Sounds of pleasure pass Alicent’s lips as you continue to massage her breast, your thumb tracing over her nipple. Her thighs press together.

“Do not deny it, my queen; you’ve delayed making a choice because you want me for yourself.”

She runs the pad of her thumb over your cheek, “You will soon be my daughter-in-law; it is twisted.”

“As are we.”