Chapter 5
Alicent bashfully placed her dildo in front of Rhaenyra, her cheeks burning with the shame she felt as she worked up the courage to speak her desire out loud.
The Targaryen girl made a face like she was shocked, but she knew what Alicent was trying to say. She just wanted to hear her say it.
By this time, Rhaenyra had crossed from being chubby to plain fat, having long since passed the two hundred pound mark, sitting comfortably at two-hundred-forty pounds.
Alicent gulped as she drank in the naked form of her fat lover. Each detail of Rhaenyra's obese frame was intoxicating, from the deep, pink stretch marks that littered most of her body. Alicent especially loved the stretch marks on her belly and arms, her belly marked in such a way that the glistening stripes that lined her vast belly looked like ripples in a pond, though with Rhaenyra, it was more of an ocean.
Alicent continued to stare, snapped out of it only when she realized she was being summoned by her lover.
Rhaenyra had already taken the strap-on and struggled into it. The fat of her hips dug into the belt. She was out of breath from the minimal exercise, and the long, elegant faux-cock was partly obscured by the soft expanse of rolls beneath her ample breasts.
She went to position Alicent for fucking, but she moved slower than she had expected. Perhaps being so fat was starting to slow her down...
"Getting too hard to keep up with me?" Alicent sneered, playfully.
Rhaenyra entered her with force, her snarling response of "Watch your mouth, brat," mostly drowned out by Alicent's surprised whining.
She stroked Alicent's hair back gently, and used her weight to thrust the silicone cock deeper within Alicent. The Hightower girl's moans were addicting, and Rhaenyra made long, intentioned thrusts within her, gentle but deliberate, with each thrust eliciting an excited noise from Rhaenyra's eager lover.
She took one slow thrust downward, running the strap-on along the length of Alicent's clitoral muscle, then she took another, and another, and another.
Alicent gave no warning when she came, except for a stifled whimper that she covered with one hand, and a shudder, leaving her face in the pillow, panting breathlessly.
"What was that?" Rhaenyra asked, slowly pulling the strap-on out of Alicent, causing the slender girl to quiver and moan. "I can't hear you, is there anything smart-ass you'd like to say, now?" She teased, gently running one hand up Alicent's back, signaling wordlessly that it was cuddle time.
Alicent fell on her side, resting like a stone in the bed, moving only slightly to make room for the fat girl whose body she promptly rested herself on.
Alicent sighed, feeling weightless whilst resting on the softness of Rhaenyra's rolls. She was happy that the Targaryen girl had embraced her fetish, and even more happy that she'd done so without judgement or shame...
Rhaenyra huffed softly, her fingers running through Alicent's moist hair, "You're sweating." She said, lazily.
"This was the fastest I've ever... came." Alicent admitted, sheepishly.
"Really?" Rhaenyra perked up at that, her fat face lighting up with pride. "It was the way the strap-on barely fit me, wasn't it?" She asked, a bit embarrassed to admit that fact.
"It was... all of it." Alicent said, breathlessly. "I could let you do that to me for hours."
Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed like a tiger sensing prey. "I might have to take you up on that..." she growled, a voracious sexual appetite once again growing within her.