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Queen Alicent was horny.
The heat was total, complete: centred in her core and radiating out all the way to her scalp, her toes, her fingertips.
It was different now, Alicent reflected as she watched Aenar’s arm muscles ripple through the shimmering sun. And of course, that tantalizing view of his bare chest. With success had come more and more networking and events like this feast Viserys held in his honor and Daemon's.
The mental montage of their sexcapades as secret lovers wasn’t helping Alicent cool off at all, and she decided to sneak off to the palace and relieve herself.
It would only be a temporary measure nothing but Aenar's solid cock would really satisfy but it would be something.
She excused herself from the guests and all but ran upstairs. Every step she took just reminded her how wet she was, how she had already dampened her undergarments. Her erect nipples rubbed against the matching red linen, as she practically leaped up the stairs.
She shut and locked the door, pulled up her dress, and hopped onto the table. Her fingers confirmed what she already knew, that her core was soaking, her undergarments sodden with her pent-up desire.
She yanked the cloth aside and set upon her clit with two fingers immediately, and she groaned softly as soon as she made contact with that hard electric nub. The oxytocin and dopamine increased as her orgasm formed. This was not about arousal or lust. No, this was about dousing a fire.
So much sexual energy had built up over the course of the afternoon that it took only a few minutes for the dam to break, and Alicent had to stifle a low moan, and then a scream as her orgasm coursed through her and she writhed on the edge of the table counter, overcome with euphoria.
Finally somewhat relieved, she stood and her remaining undergarments in the dress back into position. She washed up, dab some perfume oil on her skin and returned to the feast knowing it wouldn’t be long before she’d need to be properly satisfied.
The afternoon dragged on. And on. And Aenar made her get hotter. And hotter. Now he was talking to Rheanyra and she got jealous.
It didn’t help that Aenar looked sexier as the evening progressed. His face was brighter, more energetic the more he talked to his niece.
Once, Alicent caught herself transfixed by the sinews and muscles in his forearm as he sipped wine and ate sausages, she daydreamed about him using those muscles to power his talented hands kneading, squeezing, and even thrusting in her… she only stopped staring after Lady Ceira Lannister had to call her name three times, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Later on when the hour grew late, she was about to excuse herself again when finally the King announced they would call it a night. Alicent watched Aenar and Francesa hold hands walking back into the Red Keep, and she felt nothing but jealous.
While the city grew dark, and the torches lit on the walls, a kitchen servants comes to give her a sealed parchment. Alicent dismissed the young girl and read the missive.
Sighing, she throws the parchment into the fire as it burned to ash, changed into another dress, redo her hair, applied her vanilla scent, before exiting her chambers.
The Queen strides through the hallways, taking a secret route to the bowels of the palace, hoping to meet Aenar at their secret haven.
Upon her arrival, he was absent. Alicent sighs, rolling her eyes in frustration, the creak of the door startles her, as she turns to see him at the entrance, looking dashing than ever.
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasy"F-fuck." Alicent's shudders bitting her lips as his girth shifts her womb. "Argh!..." Aenar groans into her ear as he grasped her hips and thrust, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his stee...
