Dance of The Dragonwolf

Lust and Dragons

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Rhaenyra Targaryen lounged languidly on her massive four-poster bed in the royal chambers of Dragonstone, her silver-gold hair cascading over the plush crimson pillows. The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows across her porcelain skin, accentuating the slight curve of her hips beneath her thin silk nightgown. A dull ache throbbed in her side where she'd taken a blow, but the pain was quickly fading from her mind as her eyes locked onto the two figures.

Laena Velaryon slinked forward, her lithe body swaying hypnotically with each step. Her violet eyes smoldered with desire as she gazed at Rhaenyra, a coy smile playing at the corners of her full lips. Beside her strode Aenar Targaryen, his chiseled muscles rippling beneath his partially open shirt.

"Well well, dear cousin," Laena purred, reaching the edge of the bed and trailing her fingers teasingly along Rhaenyra's calf. "It seems we have you all to ourselves tonight."

Rhaenyra's breath caught in her throat as Laena's touch sent shivers of electricity coursing through her body. She glanced between her two companions, pulse quickening at the raw lust evident in their expressions.

"The three of us have never been together before," Laena continued, her voice a sensual caress. "Don't you think it's high time we remedied that situation?"

Aenar growled low in his throat, moving to Rhaenyra's other side and leaning down to nuzzle against her neck. His hot breath fanned across her skin as he murmured, "Gods, I've wanted this for so long."

Rhaenyra gasped as Aenar's teeth grazed her pulse point, her mind swimming with conflicting emotions. Part of her screamed to give in to the delicious temptation before her, while another voice urged caution.

"I... I'm not sure the Maester would approve," she managed to stammer, wincing slightly as she shifted position. "My injury from earlier..."

Laena's melodious laugh filled the chamber as she crawled onto the bed, her ample breasts straining against the confines of her low-cut gown. "Oh, sweet Rhaenyra," she cooed, "we'll be extra gentle with you. You won't have to lift a finger."

As if to demonstrate her point, Laena's nimble fingers began unlacing Rhaenyra's nightgown with agonizing slowness. Aenar, meanwhile, had progressed to peppering Rhaenyra's neck and collarbone with feather-light kisses interspersed with playful nips.

"Fuck," Rhaenyra groaned, her resolve crumbling rapidly under their ministrations. She arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against Aenar's questing mouth.

Encouraged by her reaction, Aenar slid one large hand up to cup Rhaenyra's breast through the thin fabric of her gown. His thumb brushed teasingly over her hardening nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from the princess.

"That's it, cousin," Laena whispered huskily. "Just relax and let us take care of you."

With practiced ease, Laena and Aenar worked in tandem to divest Rhaenyra of her nightgown, leaving her gloriously bare before their hungry gazes. Rhaenyra felt a flush creep across her cheeks and chest under their scrutiny, but the heat of arousal coursing through her veins quickly overwhelmed any lingering self-consciousness.