The Realm's Alpha

A Little Bird

Warning: This Story will contain scenes like Futanari on Female, breeding kink, and Futadom scenes and many other sex kinks. If you are not comfortable with this story, then leave right now. This story will not have Futa on Futa or Futa on Male Action.

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Chapter 2 (An Alpha's Desire), Chapter 3 (Sex Education), Chapter 4 (Pleasure from Muna?), Chapter 5 (Poor Alicent), Chapter 6 (A Night of Pleasure in God's Wood), Chapter 7 (A Ride with A Dragon), and Chapter 8 (Lady Arryn and Lady Redfort) are already available for Patrons.

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Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen was the Realm's Delight, her silver-gold hair and violet eyes a mirror of her fiery temperament. From the tender age of six, she had been sowing chaos throughout the Red Keep, her mischievous nature unchecked by her doting parents. As the sole heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra knew she could get away with murder - figuratively speaking, of course... for now.

"Ser Harrold!" she called out, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I seem to have misplaced my favorite hairbrush. Be a dear and fetch me a new one from the markets, won't you?"

The knight of the Kingsguard sighed, knowing full well that the brush was likely hidden beneath her pillow. "As you wish, Princess," he replied, bowing stiffly before departing.

Rhaenyra giggled, reveling in her power over the adults around her. She sauntered down to the kitchens, her nose twitching at the scent of freshly baked lemon cakes. With practiced stealth, she filched three from the cooling rack, stuffing them into the pockets of her gown.

"And just what do you think you're doing, young lady?" came the stern voice of the head cook.

Rhaenyra's lower lip trembled on cue, her eyes widening with feigned innocence. "I... I saw a servant boy sneaking off with some cakes earlier. I was just making sure there were enough left for tonight's feast!"

The cook's face softened, buying her lie hook, line, and sinker. "Oh, bless you, Princess. I'll have a word with that thieving lad at once!"

As she skipped away, cramming a cake into her mouth, Rhaenyra felt a twinge of guilt. But it passed quickly, replaced by the thrill of getting away with her latest transgression.

Years passed, and Rhaenyra's appetites grew alongside her body. At thirteen, she discovered that she liked wine, pilfering bottles from the castle cellars. Her parents, King Viserys and Queen Aemma, turned a blind eye to her antics, chalking it up to youthful indiscretion.

"Rhaenyra, darling," her mother chided gently one evening, "perhaps you might consider watering down your wine at dinner? It's hardly becoming for a princess to be seen stumbling about the castle."

The young dragon merely rolled her eyes, taking a defiant swig from her goblet. "Oh, mother," she drawled, "you worry far too much. I'm simply building up my tolerance. After all, a Queen must be able to outdrink her advisors, mustn't she?"

Queen Aemma pursed her lips but said nothing more, leaving Rhaenyra to bask in yet another small victory.

As her body blossomed into womanhood, Rhaenyra found her gaze lingering on the serving girls and handmaidens that attended her. She delighted in ordering them about, finding increasingly flimsy excuses to have them bend and stretch before her.