#Femslash February 2025

[joankin-art]

First day 🎉 01- Meet | Shadowzel (BG3)

Starting with an easy and classic one !

[vague-in-vegas]

femslash february // day ten

popular media + wlw kisses

[venusbyline]

Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower — Night Temptation

— summary: It had been Rhaenyra's suggestion to take the three of you to a walk on the Street of Silk, helping you and Alicent with your disguises, going unnoticed by the guards, just as her uncle Daemon had taught her a few moons before.

— pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x best friend!reader x Alicent Hightower

— type: smut

— word count: 2.2k

— tags/warnings: Femslash February, female!reader, young!Rhaenyra, young!Alicent, Criston Cole's younger sister!reader, dubcon, threesome (female/female/female), underage sex, corruption kink, drunk sex, oral sex (female receiving), tribadism, scissoring, fingering, anal play, praise kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Rhaenyra is 17, Alicent is 18 and Reader is 17, loss of innocence, manipulation, breast worship, body worship, nipple licking, religious guilt, sexuality crisis, sexual tension, first time, first kiss, Targcest mentioned (uncle/niece & cousin/cousin), minor Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, minor Laena Velaryon/Rhaenyra Targaryen, minor Gwayne Hightower/reader, minor Criston Cole/Alicent Hightower, ambiguous/open ending, bisexual!Rhaenyra, bisexual(?)!Alicent, bisexual!reader, Alicent and Viserys never married, Rhaenyra and Laenor never married, dom!Rhaenyra, sub!Alicent, dom!reader, canon divergence. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Happy Valentine's Day everybody!!! ❤️💚 Unfortunately here in Brazil we only celebrate "this date" on June 12th hahah. But I hope you guys have fun, even if you're dating someone or if you're single (just like me lmaoo).

— author's notes²: I wanted to post this one-shot and the next bonus one-shot sooner, but there's kinda a summer storm in my town, so the Wi-Fi is lagging sm today 😭😭

❥ Rhaenyra masterlist • Alicent masterlist • HOTD masterlist

— crossposting: AO3

❥ about me • main masterlist

It had been Rhaenyra's suggestion to take the three of you to a walk on the Street of Silk, helping you and Alicent with your disguises, going unnoticed by the guards, just as her uncle Daemon had taught her a few moons before.

The only one of the trio who was afraid and worried throughout the experience was Alicent. The girl could even picture her father cursing her and restricting her routine for an indefinite period of time if he found out what she and her friends were doing secretly at night, instead of using her free time and the constant insomnia to dedicate herself to the Faith of the Seven.

You were not thinking so much about the consequences or dangerous possibilities, being easily convinced by the Targaryen Princess and the new nightlife idea.

During all those hours visiting that brothel and watching the sinful sights taking place in the establishment, all of you remained in your male disguises, drinking many glasses of wine and giggling with excitement at the sexy dancing performances around.

To get back to the Red Keep, you accidentally bumped into Ser Harwin Strong, but the man just sighed in frustration and agreed to keep the girls' forbidden exit like a secret, as long as he could accompany the three of you to ensure your safeties, as you were all a little drunk.

Harwin helped the ladies enter without making too much noise, even though you were all laughing due to random things. He limited himself to giving a gentle scolding before leaving you alone at the Princess Rhaenyra's chambers, already knowing that any arguments would be ignored due to the alcohol consumed.

"My father is going to kill me!" Alicent exclaimed with flushed cheeks, but her voice was kinda euphoric, as she lay down on Rhaenyra's bed even without being invited, you and the Targaryen Princess still laughing after the knight left.

"He is going to kill you only if he finds you out about the whole story..." Rhaenyra pointed out, taking off the hood that hid her silver long hair and removing the pins from her bun. "And he will not find out."

Alicent rolled the eyes, stretching out on the mattress and taking off her hood too, just like you did next, her long red hair getting messy on the white sheets. "Well, we should not really trust him. He can tell your father..." The young Lady pointed at Rhaenyra and then pointed at you. "Or at least tell your brother."

It was your turn to roll eyes, crossing your arms and remaining close to the door, not trusting your legs, feeling so dizzy after the wine that you were sure you would trip if you tried to walk in a straight line, even though you wanted to lie down on the bed.

"Ser Harwin will not tell Criston anything." You mumbled and Rhaenyra smirked listen to your tone, resting her hands on your shoulders to aid your way to the mattress, receiving your hum as gratitude.

As soon as the three friends lay down on the bed, Rhaenyra snuggled you, the one who was most affected by the alcohol's effects, your head on her torso and running one of her hands through Alicent's wavy strands, wanting to calm down any fears that might be bothering her thoughts.

Alicent leaned closer to the Princess's touch, sighing at the good feeling of the long slender fingers caressing her scalp.

As the minutes passed, Rhaenyra felt the need to break the silence. "So what was your favorite parts?"

Her perverted question brought laughter from Alicent and you, Hightower's pale cheeks flushing when the memories left her body warm.

"Oh, that is definitely when we saw that man rubbing his cock between the whore's full breasts." Your explicit response made Alicent slap you on the shoulder, exclaiming your name in disbelief. "Hey! That was horny to watch." You teased her and Rhaenyra agreed.

"One day I will have breasts as big as her." Rhaenyra teased, bouncing her own still-growing breasts.

The redhead grimaced and crossed her arms. "Of course you will, most of the women of your family have always been voluptuous. But I doubt I will ever become like that."

Rhaenyra stroked Alicent's hair again. "Small curves are beautiful too." You agreed, nodding your head and then dropping your gaze to Alicent's almost flat chest, covered by the male tunic, and you felt your mouth going dry for some reason.

"That is a lie. No one finds small breasts hot."

Alicent's self-deprecation was immediately countered by your words. "That is a fucking lie. I find all female bodies hot."

Alicent's big brown eyes widened, and even Rhaenyra was surprised by your sincerity, smirking and sitting up when an idea popped into her lustful mind. "How about we look at each other's bodies?

Although the suggestion seemed crazy when said out loud, you did not even wait for Alicent's response, starting to untie your tunic and following Rhaenyra's movements, whose excitement increased looking at you. The two girls began to undress, Rhaenyra removing the white fabric from herself and revealing round tits with rosy peaks.

When both of you went to take off your pants, Alicent finally whispered in a shaky voice. "I-I do not know if we should do that." Rhaenyra's head and yours turned towards the other girl, a sigh of frustration escaping your lips.

"And why not? You are already eighteen, me and Rhaenyra are already seventeen. We will have to get married to some men soon and we have barely enjoyed anything about your own lives." You did not let her hesitant behaviour hinder your motivation, taking off the pants until Alicent was the only person dressed inside that chambers.

"You do not have to participate with us if you do not want to, Ali. I know the Faith of the Seven says you should not give in to lust before marriage and you also should not have pleasure with someone of the same gender." Rhaenyra's voice was softer, but more manipulative. She opened slightly her legs with false innocence, knowing that her friend's gaze would fall on her cunt with golden hairs.

Alicent swallowed hard, nibbling her fingertips and dividing her attention between watching your breasts or Rhaenyra's cunt. She knew that was wrong for so many reasons. Her father would be furious if he knew she was doing inappropriate things with other girls, especially since one of them was King Viserys' heir. Alicent was supposed to remain pure and chaste for her future husband, however, it was impossible not to want to have fun with you and Rhaenyra as the two of you began to move closer to each other, Rhaenyra's hand grabbing your curves during the kiss.

Alicent had no experience with men — much less with women. She never kissed anyone, at most she shyly flirted a few times with Ser Criston, imagining what it would be like to caress your older brother's dark hair and wondering what his mouth would taste like.

Actually, Alicent Hightower had no experience even with herself. She knew almost nothing about her own body. It was so different from Rhaenyra who had fucked with her own uncle Daemon and her cousin Laena, and also from you who had already lost your maidenhood with her older brother, Gwayne Hightower. Alicent did not even know how to touch herself properly, doing that only twice during her entire eighteen years of life, once on the night Rhaenyra told the details of what it was like to have sex with Laena Velaryon, and the other time a few hours after she lent you a dress and seeing you naked.

However, Alicent had not gotten much pleasure when she did these things, not knowing the right speed to caress her own clit or anything like that.

The young Lady's thoughts were interrupted when she heard sticky noises, turning herself to focus on the sight next to her. Your legs were intertwined with Rhaenyra's, her pale body beneath yours, holding your calf so she could rub her cunt with more pressure against yours, both of you biting your lips to muffle loud moans.

Rhaenyra's nipples that were almost always flat were now hardened, the round and medium mounds bouncing every time she moved faster. Your eyes were closed, hands pressing each side of your friend's waist and helping her.

"Gods..." Alicent let out an almost pathetic whining watching that.

Rhaenyra giggled softly, without stopping the rhythm, but raising her index finger and gesturing for Alicent to come closer, almost like the tales about witches who seduced men with sex.

"Have fun with us, Ali." You purred, opening your eyelids and pinching your own nipples.

Alicent hesitated again for a while longer, the morality not prevailing when the girls' moans began to get louder and echo throughout the room, as well as the sounds of your cores meeting each other.

She gave in to the temptation, tearing off her tunic and untying her pants with a considerably and surprising speed, fearing that her sense would return and she would just leave. Both your and Rhaenyra's attention shifted away from what you were doing, admiring the sight of your introvert friend naked for the first time.

Her breasts were smaller than Rhaenyra's, with light brown and more perky nipples. She had thicker thighs than the Targaryen Princess and larger hips.

You and Rhaenyra gasped in shock.

"Do not you dare do that." The order came out of your mouth in a growl when the redhead tried to cover her chest. Instead of just obeying, Alicent nodded, moving closer to the two of you. She did not know exactly how to act during a situation like this, so she waited for you and Rhaenyra keeping rubbing each other until you reach your first highs.

"Lay on the bed."

Alicent followed the Princess' command, adjusting herself on the part of the mattress in front of her friends. You were both panting and Alicent could not wait to know what was going to come next.

She felt your touch on her thighs, parting her legs and not caring about the way she almost closed them on impulse. You and Rhaenyra shared a knowing gaze, understanding that you were still too drunk to be able to give Alicent a good sex oral. Then, without saying anything, you let Rhaenyra take your place. "Just relax, darling."

The sudden nickname blushed Alicent's cheeks. Rhaenyra bit the lip, noticing how her friend's cunt was already wet. She licked her own thumb and brought it to Alicent's reddish clit, applying circular movements and causing surprised moans. If it had been any other woman, perhaps such a simple caress would not have so much effect, but that was Alicent Hightower's cunt, her pure and innocent best friend Alicent.

"You are so gorgeous..." You praised, moving closer to Alicent hands caressing her pretty little tits, playing with her peaks and getting close enough to lick her pointed them.

"Oh... Oh, Gods!" Alicent practically screamed due to the overstimulation. Rhaenyra was rubbing her clit, realizing that unlike her cousin Laena, who preferred to feel Rhaenyra's fingers caressing her bundle of nerves up and down, Alicent liked more the simplicity of the circular movements, moaning louder when Rhaenyra reached down to rub the other hole too.

Your mouth continued to worship Alicent's body with soft kisses, caressing and squeezing her, until finally passing your tongue along her neck, leaving a love mark on the milky skin. "You look so beautiful. Such a good girl..."

Alicent whined at the compliment and moved her face closer to yours, a silent invitation for you to give her the first kiss of her life. Your hand went to her chin, holding it affectionately and closing the short distance, soft lips colliding in messy ways due to the young Lady's inexperience, which did not mean the kiss was bad.

Quite the opposite. You were enjoying teaching that, your fingers moving her face then she could keep up with your rhythm.

Rhaenyra allowed the two of you to enjoy that intimate and important moment about Alicent's loss of innocence, returning to pleasuring her swollen and neglected bud when she noticed that the redhead was already comfortable enough with the situation to the point that she began to squeeze your curves.

The Princess squatted between the older woman's legs, placing them on either side of her head. Alicent's folds dripped even more during the kiss, and Rhaenyra ran her tongue there, eliciting a surprised moan from Alicent and a chuckle from you.

Neither of you said anything else despite the momentary surprise. You and Alicent continued to kiss and Rhaenyra continued to savor the sweet taste of Alicent, her fingers moving away the tuft of red hair at the top of her crotch, having more space to suck it all. But she did not waste it anyway, licking the drops from her pubic curls. "Seven Hells, what a hot cunt..." Rhaenyra muttered to herself, a part of her wishing Alicent was less of a prude, because in this hypothetical way she could fuck her fingers inside Alicent's core and inside yours at the same time. Wishing her friend did not mind keeping her tight little hole intact. It was a waste to maintain that delicious virgin cunt only to a stupid future husband.

All that was left for the two drunk girls with a big repressed lust was keeping appreciating Alicent's body, respecting those unspoken limits, but which were too obvious to be crossed, not wanting to force her into more anything sexual.

At least just for a while...

[femslash-february]

Welcome to Raptor’s Femslash February Bingo 2025! Round 2: Electric Boogaloo

This year with four different prompt bingo cards—light prompts, dark prompts, spicy prompts, a combined one with all prompts—to celebrate Femslash February 2025. All fandoms, content and warnings welcome! Enjoy! ❤️

Rules and prompts in text form under the Read More!

Rules:

When: all of February

What: focus of your work should be a wlw / femslash / f/f ship, i.e. a ship with two or more female presenting characters, gender bending welcome

How: it’s totally chill, just do a single prompt or aim for bingo(s), whatever you want! You can get your bingos with one fic, with multiple fics, whatever you like. Choose one of the bingo cards and mark what prompts you're using. Interpret the prompts however you'd like.

Any fandoms, any characters, any ships, any content though please tag appropriately, any type of fanwork—fics (no minimum or maximum wordcount!), art, poetry, moodboards... go wild!

Tag #femslash feb bingo when posting it here on Tumblr and mention this blog so we see your posts and can reblog

AI-generated works are NOT allowed

Crossposting with other events allowed

Most of all: have fun!

Prompts in text form

Light prompts: Wilderness Accidental baby acquisition “Tell me again.” Meet ugly Body swap First kiss Mirror History Once in a lifetime “Who else but you?” Wrong number Opposites Token Curse Festival “I’ve been waiting a long time.”

Dark prompts:

“You could have died.” Last kiss Chains Before the fall Attic wife By a thousand cuts “Do you regret it?” Demon Fatal flaw Spite Poisoned Bad neighbors Hunting “And you thought I loved you.” Forbidden Mind control

Spicy prompts:

Begging Rope bondage Shower sex “Does that feel good?” Sex pollen Marking Blindfold Size Difference Breathplay “Stop distracting me.” Power Exchange Dirty Talk “Behave.” Orgasm Denial Praise kink Suspension

[mermaidhugs]

The 1 (one) in game franmaya interaction... i would like more please

[starsfic]

Treasure

Based on @femslash-february's Light prompt of "Token".

"Kagami! I have a gift for you!"

The gift was a choker, with dark silk stringing a small dragon charm, designed to sit close on the throat like the dragon miraculous did.

"It's lovely," Kagami said, studying the charm. Marinette's new interest in metalwork shone through with the delicate craftsmanship. It wasn't perfect, but it was still made with love and care. Longg would love it. "May I ask what inspired you?"

Marinette's cheeks turned pink, which was a strange reaction. "Oh, uh, it's a dumb reason..." She fiddled with her fingers. Kagami waited though, knowing that her dear friend would always eventually tell her. "I was doing some reading about medieval French authors for my Literature class, and they introduced this thing called courtly love to King Arthur." Wait. "And one of the things was that ladies would give, like, little tokens of their support to their favorite knight, usually before a tournament."

Kagami's entire face went hot. "And...?"

"And I was thinking that, hey, Kagami deserves to be cheered on at all of her tournaments, but I can't always make them!" Marinette stopped fiddling and began to instead rock on her heels, her face growing even more red. "So I decided to make a token for you, so that you always know I'm cheering you on, but now that I think about it, I don't think you can wear it with your fencing uniform-"

Marinette reached for it and, in a burst of instinct, Kagami hissed as she protectively pressed the choker to her heart.

...what the fuck.

Kagami couldn't let her shock stay too long, though.

"No. It's mine now," Kagami clicked the choker around her neck. It sat warm on her skin and she could actually visualize Marinette making it, her loving fingers forming the charm. "You can't take it back. I will wear your token proudly-"

A thought seized her.

She grabbed Marinette's hand and slid her family's ring off, sliding it onto her finger.

"As long as you wear mine."

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Femslash February 2025

025. Effort - Padmé Amidala Naberrie/Sabé | Tsabin, Star Wars

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Femslash February Day 3! Mountain wingmanning at a lesbian bar (his greenhouse) (Sfw!)

Ok look, I don't know how many consecutive days of writing and posting I have in me. But I'm going to try my hardest to get so much Femslash out this month. I'm not following any set prompt or challenge list. Just my heart. And my pu-

"I need help." Mist says. 

Mountain sets down his carefully trimmed bonsai and looks at her over the rim of his glasses. She's fresh from the lake, with clothes sopping wet from being tugged on right away. Her fingers twist around a tarnished old pendant (skull, eyes set with emeralds). And, most intriguingly, the barest hint of a blush on the apples of her cheeks.

(And slung over her shoulders what is quite possibly the largest pike he's ever seen in an impressive display of prowess but that is neither here nor there. She's not asking for help with the fish.)

"I understand." Mountain replies, having seen that same look on Aether after he met Dew. 

"There was an Air sunning herself on the dock," Mist says. "I've seen her around but I don't know her name."

“What did she look like?” He asks patiently. Cirrus had a fondness for hellebore and datura, but she was usually practicing keyboard with Zephyr this time of day. He glances at a pot of white lilies and nods to himself, even before Mist tells him.

“Big.” Mist says. “Big body, big poofy hair, big sunglasses. I think I splashed her when I jumped out of the water.”

It's the most flustered he’s ever seen her, the way she paces back and forth, trailing her hand in a tub of water lilies.

"I had the fish. In my mouth. When I jumped up on the dock. And I scared her. And I didn't apologize cause my mouth was full of fish. I just walked away and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary."

“Joe cool.” He says suavely and earns a flat glare. He meets it with his own carefully blank face until Mist rolls her eyes and flicks water at him.

“I know her.” He says as an olive branch. “Cumulus. She'll be a backing vocalist and keyboardist on our next tour. Real sweet.”

“Is she the type to be bothered by how I acted?” Is Mist’s next question and Mountain thinks about it. Plenty of ghouls became “domesticated” once they were up top, vastly preferring the convenience of Abbey kitchens and a set menu to a more traditionalist approach like Mist enjoys taking.  From what he's seen, Cumulus had adored the luxuries of the Topside like bubble baths and ice cream. But she still politely asked to have raw meat whenever she ate in the cafeteria. She enjoyed organs and eyeballs, cutting daintily into her meal and chewing methodically before swallowing.

He spares a glance at the pike. It's a decent size, almost as tall as Mist’s scant five feet and from the looks of it, hadn't gone down without a fight. It might be good sliced into fillets with lemon pepper and celery salt. He doesn't think Cumulus has tried raw fish yet.

“You’ll be fine.” He says. “So. Let’s start with the focus of the bouquet.”

“Don’t you start with that flower language.” Mist warns him. “I think it’s ridiculous. I just want something pretty for her to look at without any second meanings for her to guess. I don’t like codes.”

“Alright.” Mountain says, humoring her. “So, lets just start with flowers that remind you of her. Take a look at what calls you.”

Mist beelines for the lilies and Mountain smiles to himself. Mist isn't the type to be sentimental and he hardly expects her to verbalize her thought process. It would be more practical than poetic anyway because that's just how she was. He just guesses and watches and waits while she goes from flower to flower, brow furrowed in thought. 

“I like these.” She says about a pot of bullthistle he’s been nurturing from seed. It's on it's second year and growing tall, fine shoots that promise to bear nasty, thorny leaves. He's got an idea about how the species might be used to strengthen the borders of the abbey but he's worried about how fast it spreads. So it sits, with its purple crowns atop tiny thorny heads. 

“Thank you.” Mountain says. “For the bouquet or just to admire?”

“Just to admire.” Mist admits. Shifting her weight to still keep ahold of the pike, she thrusts her bouquet before him for inspection. Dominated by the lilies, she's added sprigs of lavender and fat peonies. Ferns have been tucked here and there to break up the flowers and Mountain gives her a silent thumbs up. There's no doubt Cumulus will love it.

"Thank you." Mist says gratefully. “I…I really appreciate it, Mountain.”

“Go get’em tiger.” He says as she nods to herself and heads out to find her girl, toting a gorgeous bouquet and her freshly slaughtered kill.

And no sooner do her footsteps fade when Mountain picks up another pair heading to the back of the greenhouse.

"I'm sorry." He says to the bonsai. "We're just doomed to always have interruptions in our alone time, it would seem."

The bonsai forgives him. It was a patient tree. It could wait a little longer.

"Mountain?" Comes Cumulus' frantic voice. "Mountain, you have to help me."

She bursts into the greenhouse, a gorgeous mess of floppy curls and chiffon as she presses her hands to her rosy cheeks. Her sunglasses are askew, her hat is about to fall off and he's never seen her so far from neatly put-together in her entire time with them.

"There was a water Ghoulette." She begins softly. "Caught the biggest fish I've ever seen. So stoic! Such a huntress!  Mountain, I think I'm in love."

"I understand." He says soothingly. "Why don't you take a look at those water lilies while I grab some thistle? Wouldn't want you hurting your hands."

[dragonsanddirewolvess]

Femslash February Day 3 = Sansa And Margaery

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know

I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone

Can't change the weather, might not be forever

But if it's forever, it's even better

And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but baby, I

I'll love you 'til the day that I die

'Til the day that I die

'Til the light leaves my eyes

'Til the day that I die

[morganali-art]

OC Kiss Week - Desperate (Femslash Feb - Marking) (Cysaille x Itheorel)

🎶You do something to me that I can't explain So would I be out of line if I said I miss you?🎶

Or, alternatively...

[atlaandlokcontent]

Femslash February Day One : Azula & Katara

They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to see

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like Fire and Water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burning up, I'm cooling down

You're up, I'm down

[joankin-art]

03- Sleeping | Shadowheart x Karlach x Minthara (BG3)

This one went too far 😭😂 and I'm surprised I didn't find any content with these three as a ship!

[vague-in-vegas]

femslash february // day three

charlie morningstar and vaggie // hazbin hotel

[venusbyline]

Rhaenyra Targaryen — Dear Half-sister

— summary: Being in an affair with a Targaryen bastard was not a surprise either, even if her firstborn Jacaerys thought otherwise. What bothered the Queen was knowing that she was fucking with her own sister. Half-sister, if the first word could ease the weight of that entire complexity.

— pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x dragonseed!reader

— type: smut, dark

— word count: 2.1k

— tags/warnings: Femslash February, female!reader, dark!Rhaenyra, Targaryen bastard!reader, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, rape/non-con, Targcest (older sister/younger sister), dubcon, oral (female receiving), dry humping, body worship, pussy worship, degradation, rough sex, rough oral, age gap (older woman/younger woman), Rhaenyra is 37 and Reader is 23, implied cheating, infidelity, punishment, toxic relationship, ambiguous/open ending, face-slapping, violence, crying, dacryphilia, cum licking, curse words, brothel worker mentioned, minor Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen, bisexual!Rhaenyra, bisexual(?)!reader, dom!Rhaenyra, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Welcome to the first Friday of Femslash February ❤️❤️ I hope you like it!

❥ about me • Rhaenyra masterlist • HOTD masterlist • main masterlist

— crossposting: AO3

Rhaenyra did not know what was happening with her mind when she forced you, a dragonseed, to warm her bedsheets more often than her own husband had done before Visenya's pregnancy.

Not that she was someone known for purity and chaste routine. The Queen was the exact opposite of that, she had always been way ahead of her time when it came to sex. The night Daemon took her to see a brothel, he told her that there was nothing wrong with wanting or feeling pleasure. Even though it was something said many years ago, when she was nothing more than a spoiled princess and desperate for a little bit of adventure, Rhaenyra kept her uncle's words like a mantra.

There was nothing wrong with wishing pleasure. There was nothing wrong with feeling pleasure.

But Rhaenyra knew what was happening between the two of you was wrong. Cheating on Daemon was the least worst of the problems, considering he had not sent any news during all that time at Harrenhal. Being in an affair with a Targaryen bastard was not a surprise either, even if her firstborn Jacaerys thought otherwise.

What bothered the Queen was knowing that she was fucking with her own sister.

Half-sister, if the first word could ease the weight of that entire complexity.

This whole weird affair started due to Rhaenyra's past anger. She accepted very well all the Targaryen bastards as her allies. She questioned their stories, wanting to know more about their lives so she could try to trust them better.

She had gotten close to some of them too.

However, there was you. The girl who made her roll her eyes every time your gazes met.

It was no surprise when she called you to the room where the Small Council meetings were held. The Queen pestered you more than her other allies, always demanding too much and always cursing your smallest mistakes...

"Did you order my presence here, Your Grace?" Your voice echoed between the big walls, hands behind your back after being brought there by one of the royal guards.

Rhaenyra lifted her head to look at you. She was sitting in her chair, fingers crossed and elbows resting on the table, as if she was not only analyzing you from top to bottom, but was also pondering the future talk before your arrival.

The knight left as soon as she gestured and told him to leave her alone with you. You raised an eyebrow at the sound of the doors closing. No face-to-face lecture by the Queen had been given without any guards nearby, but you knew that their only concerns were for the Rhaenyra's safety anyway.

"Hello, dear half-sister." The sneer from her rosy lips winced your body and skin. "Sit down, please." She pointed to the next chair.

Without another choice, you nodded silently and walked over to Rhaenyra. The nickname said in such a mocking tone made your stomach twist, a mix of worry and disgust.

As soon as you sat down next to her, the Queen's gaze went from your face to your body, noticing your specific clothes. "Were you flying with Vermithor?" After the confirmation, Rhaenyra remained silent for a while. "I see. It is good to create some kind of bond with our dragons, it will be very useful during the war."

"I suppose so."

Silence hung between the two of you for a few more moments. Those minutes felt like an eternity. You chose to keep your sight focused on random parts of the table, and it was empty of anything that could explain why the Queen had demanded a private conversation. "Did I do something wrong?"

You finally allowed yourself to ask, and Rhaenyra's violet eyes widened with slight surprise. Clearing her throat then, she shook her head. "No, you did not." She mumbled with no enthusiasm, looking down at her own hands, a hint of embarrassment blushing her pale cheeks. "Not this time."

You sighed frustrated due to the lack of explanation, somewhat rebellious act before the ruler — and your half-sister. "So what do you want to talk about?"

Rhaenyra did not seem to pay attention to your discreet impatience, or at least she did not seem to care about that. She just took a deep breath, drumming her fingers on the huge wooden furniture, thinking about how approaching the topic she wanted to discuss. Finally her voice came out hoarse and serious. "You know I do not appreciate your existence very much."

Ignoring the pang inside your heart at the too honest way she expressed her disgust, you just hummed, which caused Rhaenyra to deep breath again. "I am not trying to humiliate you." Despite the calm voice, she shook her leg uneasily, waiting for you to argue. When it did not come, she snorted. "Well, I do not appreciate your existence, but I need your help to—"

"Why?"

The unsolicited question caught her off guard. "What do you mean?" She replied with a frown, but already predicting what you wanted to know.

"Why do you hate me, Your Grace?" You repeated, finally surrendering to the thoughts that plagued your mind. "I have never done anything bad to you, I am doing well with my duties in your army and—"

Rhaenyra's hand went straight to your chin, grabbing it without any warning and forcing you to face her, despite your racing heart telling you to try back away. "And what did you expect? That I would be happy to have another sibling? Four of them are trying to kill me, I do not need one more for the list."

As much as her nails were digging into your skin with rage, there was a vulnerability behind that whole reaction, something she should not be showing around you or anyone else.

"Turning me against Your Grace does not make any sense..." The pain in your voice was clear.

Rhaenyra let out a mocking laugh. "I do not trust you. I met you just a few weeks ago, I did not even know about your existence before you appeared here along with the other dragonseeds."

"You do not trust me because you still do not know me, or because you really do not want to trust me?" You scoffed for the first time, making Rhaenyra's jaw clenched. "My apologies for my tone, My Queen, but both of us know the real reasons why you do not like me. It is because King Viserys fucked my mother and—"

Before you could finish your sudden outburst, Rhaenyra had already tangled her hands in your silver hair, the sounds of the two chairs falling when she stood up and lifted you with her. Your scalp ached, the growled sentences she said next becoming nothing more than annoying ringing in your ears after the rough slap she gave you in the face, echoing in your eardrum like an agony.

The confusion inside your mind was immediately interrupted when Rhaenyra forced you to kneel on the floor. Your bones hitting the floor did not disturb the queen. Actually, she enjoyed your fear and how your eyes blinked through the pain, trying to understand what was happening. She kept one hand in your strands, while the other began to undo the ties on her black and red dress.

It was not a quick process, she only had one hand to get rid of the clothes. However, she was already wearing just her corset over the linen chemise when you were able to see properly. "For the Gods' sake, what are you—"

Rhaenyra pushed your head closer to the fabric of the chemise, muffling your voice and scaring you due to the abrupt action and due to what you felt afterwards. The cloth was so thin that you felt your nose touching her clit, the sweet smell that you could not identify until the Queen's deep voice ordered another thing. "Lift my dress and eat me out."

"W-What?"

Rhaenyra snorted at your stupid doubt. She could not understand how you did not know what she was wanting. You were kneeling on the floor, with your face slapped, her fingers buried in your head and with her swollen pearl so close to your face. "I said... Eat me out. Right now."

You did not have any chance to open your mouth to argue or refuse the tempting yet macabre offer. Rhaenyra was already rubbing her needy cunt against your face, the fabric of her underwear helping to get wet each time she moved faster and harder. Your hands wanted to grab her thigh tightly to get her away, to get yourself away from that confusing position that you did not even have time to process.

At one point, you were arguing with the half-sister who hated you. At one point, you could see her fury when you considered speaking badly about her father — the father of both of you.

And now, a few minutes later, you were on your knees like a dog, the reddish mark from her violence on your skin, as well as the marks from the nails that bruised your cheeks. You were not moving a single muscle, barely able to think about something coherent while Rhaenyra turned your brain into jelly, the stain on the white linen causing a musky smell every time Rhaenyra moved her hips back and forth, dry humping with the help of the tip of your nose.

You did not even have to do anything for a while. Rhaenyra soon growled, keeping her fist firm in the silver strands of your hair, using her free fingers to lift her own chemise.

"Have you ever seen one of these or are all your clients men?" The older woman scoffed, cruelty towards your former work explicit in the words.

You had seen many different bodies over the years as a prostitute, including female bodies. However, none of them compared to Rhaenyra's body. Even though you could not see so much due to the clothing covering her waist upwards, you could admire some specific parts. The lower part of her stomach was not plain, it was smooth but also flabby, white streaks marking across her milky skin, indicating how her body adapted to six different pregnancies. As were her thighs, which were quite thick and also with stretch marks that highlighted the mature beauty.

And her cunt was the prettiest one. A true Realm's Delight. It was kinda plump and fleshy, covered with a layer of blonde wavy hair, rosy inner lips escaping a little from her outer lips. You were tempted to stick your tongue out and lick up the sweet drops, but you composed yourself.

Rhaenyra knew you would never deny her desires again, and both of you knew you needed each other. You needed Rhaenyra's acceptance and she needed you as an ally. Perhaps even something more, like a paramour.

She hated understanding where your stubborn personality came from. At the same time, you seemed so loyal to her right to the Iron Throne. You were her half-sister. You are a Targaryen, but not just any Targaryen.

Every time Rhaenyra looked at you, she was tormented by the fact that you were so much younger than her. Only one year older than her enemy, her half-brother. The Usurper. She was fourteen years older than you, the girl she was now practically forcing to lick every drop of her, your tongue paying special attention to the swollen and sensitive bud, the loud moans echoing off the walls, wet noises of her cunt being graced by a dragonseed's tongue too.

At that moment, Rhaenyra Targaryen no longer cared if you were a whore before all of that. She no longer cared if her father had spent his mourning time in brothels, fucking some cheap woman who had mothered an unknown child. At that moment, Rhaenyra did not care if your existence angered her often, if Daemon would be jealous about the cheating, if Jacaerys would find it disgusting if he found out. She did not remember why she demanded your presence there.

All that mattered to Rhaenyra was cumming into your soft mouth, holding your head between her legs until she was rubbing herself against your face to prolong the eager release.

"Not bad, little sister..." Rhaenyra cleared her throat, her voice breathless, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. She watched you kneel on the floor, your pretty face blushed and glowing with her cum.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

Your trembling voice and the embarrassed tears in the corners of your eyes made Rhaenyra enjoy it more. All that mattered to her from that moment on was keeping the affair for as long as she wanted, even if it was humiliating for you or even if you did not want that.

After all, you were just a Targaryen bastard who was never legitimized. It was impossible to disobey the orders and wishes of the rightful Queen.

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