The Realm's Alpha

An Alpha's Desire

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Rhaenyra's eyes locked onto Mysaria as she sauntered across the room like a serpent in silk. The barely-there fabric draped over her body did nothing to hide the perfect curves underneath—breasts so full, they teased the line of exposure, an ass that jutted out just enough to make Rhaenyra's gaze linger longer than it should. The sway of her hips, smooth and predatory, set something burning in Rhaenyra's gut, a low throb that pulsed through her, settling heavily between her legs.

"Welcome," Mysaria purred, her accent wrapping around Rhaenyra like a lover's touch. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a smirk as if she could read every thought Rhaenyra tried to hide. "The rooms we keep for those of... importance are this way."

Rhaenyra straightened, lifting her chin, forcing herself to maintain a regal air. She was a Targaryen. She commanded this kind of attention. Yet, as Mysaria turned, Rhaenyra's gaze dropped again, betraying her cocky facade. The movement of Mysaria's ass, perfectly framed by the translucent cloth, made her cock twitch.

Following her, Rhaenyra swallowed hard, adjusting her stance to hide the growing bulge. Inside the room, the air thickened. Soft lighting illuminated silk pillows strewn over a large bed, the scent of incense curling through the space. Mysaria closed the door with a quiet click, turning to face Rhaenyra with an appraising look.

"So," she began, circling Rhaenyra like a cat that had found something particularly delicious to toy with. "Tell me, what experience do you have with women, Princess?" Her tone was honeyed, but there was a sharpness there, as if daring Rhaenyra to falter.

Rhaenyra forced a smirk, folding her arms in front of her chest, though her heart pounded. "Plenty," she lied, the words rolling off her tongue smoother than she expected. "More women than I can count, in fact."

Mysaria's smile widened, her dark eyes glittering with amusement. She didn't believe a word, Rhaenyra could tell, but the woman wasn't calling her out—not yet. Instead, she stepped closer, her fingers brushing Rhaenyra's arm, trailing down slowly as if testing her reaction. "Oh, is that so?" she murmured. "Tell me then... what do you like?"

Rhaenyra's breath hitched, the feel of Mysaria's skin against hers sending shivers across her body. She had never been with a woman, never ventured into these unfamiliar waters, but her pride wouldn't allow her to admit it. "I enjoy... control," she said, the words half-truths, half bluff. "Making them beg for me, watching them squirm beneath my touch."

Mysaria's chuckle was soft, mocking, but not cruel. She leaned in, lips brushing Rhaenyra's ear, her breath warm. "Mm, is that what you think? That you can dominate me, Princess?" Her voice dropped lower, seductive, each word a deliberate taunt. "I think you've never been with someone who knows exactly what they're doing... who can see right through your act."

Rhaenyra stiffened, but her pulse quickened, a wave of heat rushing through her veins. Before she could respond, Mysaria was already moving, her hands trailing up Rhaenyra's chest, fingers grazing the fabric of her clothes, brushing over her hardening nipples with deliberate, teasing pressure. "You're not fooling anyone," Mysaria whispered. "But don't worry... I'll teach you."