Fragile Things / Alicent Hightower / Criston Cole (2.1)

11. Pressure

"Perhaps I could help you relax my queen." Criston suggested avalon met his gaze. "I know with everything... lately you have been rightfully under a lot of pressure." 

"What did you have in mind?" Avalon pondered and his lips were descending upon hers in a moment. She moaned into his touch. His lips left hers and traveled down her jaw and neck hands tugging at her dress skirts. He nipped down her collar bone to the swell of her heaving breasts before dropping to his knees. It had been forever since she was touched like this. She let out a little whimper as her under garments were removed and his very skilled tongue found her core. Her hand shot down fisting his hair as her leg looped over his shoulder giving him more access.

His hands went from her thighs to her ass pulling her cunt deeper into his mouth. Avalons head tipped back in pleasure as her hips rocked on their own accord into him.

"Can you pretend?" Helaena questioned. Aemond met her gaze. "For mama's sake." 

"My mum will survive." Aemond assured. 

"She's worried about you. You killed Luke."

"He deserved it." Aemond challenged. "They all deserve death."

"Aemond, you can't mean that-"

" I do. Father didnt protect me. Mother tried her best to but she couldnt bring back my eye."

"So you lied." Helaena whispered. "You did mean it?"

"I thought you were the prophet." 

"What do you think my avalon?" criston questioned licking his lips. "Did I help?" Avalon blushed giving him a gentle kiss. "Now I have made you late for a meeting." Criston realized. 

"It was well worth it." Avalon assured. 

"Your Grace." Tyland remarked as alicent came in.

" Good day." She answered taking a seat. Alicent looked for Avalon she was usually there but she wasnt yet. Alicent leaned back heavily in her chair waiting for Aegon to come in so they could get started. 

"Oh Aegon," Avalon kissed his cheek. "Are you Aeron playing this morning?" 

"I'm trying to convince him he likes me best." Aegon agreed. Aeron smiled reaching for Avalon however. Alicent watched Criston follow behind Avalon, his hand falling from her back as they entered. 

 "Good morrow, my lords. Mother. What news?"

"Our letters to the Vale and to the North continue to go unanswered." Otto answered.

"Cunts." Aegon decided.

"vaera is working on it." Avalon corrected. "I'm sure we will hear from the north in no time." 

"The Stormlands should be ours after Prince Aemond's marriage pact to the Lady Floris Baratheon. I anticipate their sworn declaration." Otto added. Avalon scowled. "It would be good if you as well sought out for marriage." 

"What?" Avalon demanded. 

"Marriage pact. Kings and queens, they need unions, if you were to marry a dornish prince perhaps-"

"Father." Alicent demanded. 

"Then we would have the strength of the south on our side." 

"My husband just died." Avalon countered. "I'm in no hurry to remarry." She clarified her eyes shifting to Criston. Viserys had just died and yet she let Criston touch her in such intimate ways. She was a horrible person. 

" My brother is raising the strength of the West to mass at the Golden Tooth, but we... Yeah, thank you, my prince." Tyland added.

"My nephew, Lord Ormund, musters his forces to sally forth from Oldtown." Otto went on. Aeron reached for the ball, Avalon smiled giving it to him. "They expect to march quickly, meeting little resistance, until they reach the Riverlands."