Experience
Rhaenyra had been with many people, women and men. All had fallen at her feet, for one reason or another—her beauty, her ambition, her confidence. They had been captivated by her fire and her certainty. Yet, none had ever truly ignited something deep in her.
That was until she had arrived.
Her lover—beautiful, untamed, and unsuspecting—was unlike any Rhaenyra had known before. Where Rhaenyra was seasoned, confident, and skilled in all the ways of the flesh, her lover was new. New to the ways of the world, new to the nuances of touch and the language of intimacy.
And Rhaenyra found herself—uncharacteristically—pulled toward the tenderness that blossomed within her when her lover’s eyes met hers. Her lover had yet to learn the deep hunger that Rhaenyra had so often craved—had so often taken. The need to be possessed, not with tenderness, but with a feral kind of dominance that made her forget her title, her crown, her heritage.
She was used to being in control, to guiding, to dominating. And yet, with her lover, she felt something unfamiliar stir inside her.
It had started innocently enough.
They had shared a night of soft kisses, their limbs tangled in the sheets, their bodies discovering each other slowly, with tentative exploration. Rhaenyra could tell her girl had never been touched in such a way. It was a beautiful thing to witness—the slow awakening of desire. The gentle probing of soft hands. The shy, questioning looks.
In the beginning, her lover had hesitated at every touch, unsure of what to do with the intensity of Rhaenyra’s desire. But Rhaenyra didn’t rush her. She was patient. It was a different kind of patience than she was used to—more than just waiting, it was about watching, learning.
There was something intoxicating about her beloved’s uncertainty.
Rhaenyra knew exactly what she wanted. She had known since she was a girl. She had been taught from an early age how to move in the dark spaces of desire, how to control it, how to play with it, how to own it. But now, as she looked at her lover, who blushed when Rhaenyra’s hands brushed too low, who gasped when she kissed her neck, Rhaenyra felt something pull at her. It was more than lust. It was a kind of affection she had never known.
She would show her lover everything.
The first time they truly came together, Rhaenyra took her time. She wasn’t used to taking it slow—there was always an urgency with her, a desire to consume the moment. But with her, she felt a need to guide, to teach.
They were in her chambers, the fire burning low, casting shadows against the stone walls. Rhaenyra stood by the window, watching the moon, the cool breeze ruffling her hair. The other woman stood at the foot of the bed, watching Rhaenyra with wide eyes, as if unsure of what to do next.
Rhaenyra turned slowly, her gaze heavy, smoldering. She took a step toward her lover, her fingers trailing across the cold stone of the walls, the air between them crackling. She could see the desire in her lover’s eyes, the want, the curiosity. But she could also see the hesitation. The uncertainty of a woman who had not yet unlocked all the layers of her own sexuality.
Rhaenyra was used to the act of seduction—she had done it many times before—but this time, there was something different. This was not about power. This was not about possession. This was about giving, showing, opening her lover to a world that had always been familiar to her, but foreign to the woman standing before her now.
Rhaenyra stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the heat of her sweet’s body, the breath that stuttered from her lips.
“Do you want me?” Rhaenyra asked, her voice low, almost teasing.
Her lover nodded, but her eyes were wide with uncertainty.
Rhaenyra smiled softly. “You don’t have to be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not afraid,” her lover whispered, but it was clear she was.
Rhaenyra took her hands gently, guiding them to her waist, feeling the trembling beneath her girl’s fingers. She allowed the silence to stretch, letting the tension build, her gaze never leaving her lover’s.
Then, with a soft sigh, Rhaenyra brought her lips to her lover’s, not with urgency, but with a tender, lingering kiss. Her lover froze for a moment, unsure, but Rhaenyra took it slow. She coaxed her, bringing her lover’s lips to move with hers. The kiss deepened, her hands moving, gently at first, to her lover’s neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone, the softness of her skin.
The other woman moaned softly, the sound sweet and hesitant, and Rhaenyra couldn’t help but grow harder at the sound. It was intoxicating—her lover’s innocence, her vulnerability. It made Rhaenyra’s blood rush.
She deepened the kiss, her hands trailing down her lover’s back, over the fabric of her gown, pushing it aside, revealing the delicate curve of her body.
She gasped as Rhaenyra’s hands brushed her skin, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “I want to show you,” Rhaenyra murmured against her lips. “Let me show you everything.”
She lover nodded, her hands trembling as she reached to touch Rhaenyra, but Rhaenyra stopped her.
“No,” Rhaenyra said gently, pulling her hands back. “Let me touch you first. Let me teach you.”
Rhaenyra moved slowly, methodically, each touch a lesson, each kiss a promise. She kissed her lover’s neck, the soft pulse beneath her lips, then down to her chest, her fingers brushing over her lover’s breast, feeling the way her body responded.
Her lover gasped, her body arching into the touch, her hands flying to Rhaenyra’s shoulders, gripping tightly. Rhaenyra smiled against her skin.
“Shh,” she whispered, her voice a caress. “It’s alright. Just let go.”
She continued to kiss and caress, her hands exploring the soft, uncharted territory of the other’s body. Rhaenyra was patient, but she was also consumed by the need to take—to show her lover how good this could feel.
When Rhaenyra finally moved lower, sliding between her lover’s legs, her lover gasped, her back arching, unsure yet wanting. Rhaenyra could feel the tension, the uncertainty, but also the undeniable desire pulsing beneath it all.
She kissed her lover’s inner thighs, her lips pressing softly against the soft skin. Her lover moaned again, louder this time, and Rhaenyra could feel her wetness. She was ready. But not just physically. Rhaenyra wanted her lover’s mind to catch up with her body.
“This is what you need,” Rhaenyra whispered, her breath hot against her lover’s skin. “This is what you’ve been craving.”
Her beloved’s hands gripped the sheets, her fingers trembling. Rhaenyra felt a rush of power—this was her domain. This was where she thrived. And she was going to make sure her lover knew just how beautiful it was to be taken, to be loved in a way that only Rhaenyra could.
Rhaenyra moved between her lover’s legs, her hands parting them, her fingers tracing the soft folds of her lover’s cunt. She was slick, wet already, and Rhaenyra could feel the heat radiating from her. Her lover gasped again, her body jerking in surprise as Rhaenyra’s thumb brushed over her clit.
“You feel so good,” Rhaenyra said, her voice low and smooth. “You’re beautiful.”
The other moaned, her hips lifting, pushing toward Rhaenyra’s hand. “Please…” she whispered.
Rhaenyra smiled, her fingers moving deeper, exploring the warm, wet depths of her lover’s pussy. She moved slowly, at first, drawing out each soft gasp, each hitch of breath, until her lover was moaning louder, louder, until Rhaenyra could feel the tightness building inside her, the ache of her own need.
Her lover was trembling beneath her, her body shaking with pleasure, but there was still a lingering hesitance. Rhaenyra could feel it. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure—it was the intimacy. The vulnerability. The way her lover was giving herself over to Rhaenyra, piece by piece.
Rhaenyra leaned in closer, her breath hot against the other woman’s ear. “Let go,” she whispered. “Let me take care of you.”
Her lover’s body stiffened, then relaxed, and Rhaenyra could feel the release, the warmth spilling around her fingers. Her lover’s hands flew to her own breasts, her nails digging into the soft skin as she cried out, her body shuddering with release.
Rhaenyra didn’t stop. She moved faster, taking her lover through wave after wave, until the tension between them snapped, and her lover collapsed back against the sheets, panting.
Rhaenyra moved up to kiss her, her lover’s lips soft, trembling.
“You did so well,” Rhaenyra whispered, her heart pounding.
The other didn’t speak. She simply held Rhaenyra close, letting the silence settle between them.
And for the first time in a long time, Rhaenyra realized she wasn’t just showing her lover how to fuck.
She was showing her what it meant to be loved.