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Mysaria allowed herself to, for once, melt into the body embracing hers. For a fleeting moment, she had the insane feeling as if she was a little girl again in her mother’s arms. Then she realized why that was: she felt safe. In the comfort of Rhaenyra’s embrace, she felt shielded. Protected. Mysaria was not used to such feelings.
The woman above her made a small sound that snapped Mysaria out of her thoughts. She let out a breath she had not realized she was holding, her arms tightening slightly around Rhaenyra’s body. Mysaria felt another foreign feeling envelop her; she did not want to let go.
And suddenly she was staring into the queen’s eyes, staring at the millions of emotions that swam within them, trying to figure out what to possibly say in a moment such as this one. A moment later Mysaria found herself unneeding to say anything as Rhaenyra’s lips descended upon her own.
She couldn’t help but let out a small, breathy sound as she leaned into the kiss. The queen’s lips were soft beneath hers, so unlike those Mysaria had kissed before. But, perhaps, Mysaria had never really kissed someone because she desired them and thus had never quite paid attention to such things. But she did desire Rhaenyra. Never before had Mysaria been so overtaken by such strong feelings of need.
One of Rhaenyra’s hands drifted down to grip at Mysaria’s hip, making her let out another soft sound. The queen took advantage of the moment and let her tongue press past Mysaria’s lips. Mysaria could not help the noises that escaped her throat; of course she had had many men’s tongues forced into her mouth before, but it felt good when it was Rhaenyra’s.
“Mysaria,” Rhaenyra started, breaking away from the kiss with a small gasp. Her pupils were blown wide and her face flushed. Mysaria could feel her own chest heaving as she looked up at her queen. “I apologize, I… was not thinking. After all that you have shared with me…”
Mysaria shook her head slightly. “You have nothing to apologize for, my queen. I quite enjoyed it.”
A smile flickered across Rhaenyra’s face, her expression softening out of its worried look. “Perhaps, then, we could continue?”
Instead of replying with words, Mysaria pressed her lips softly to Rhaenyra’s in a chaste kiss. Rhaenyra let out a shuddering breath before gripping Mysaria’s hips again, now with both hands. Mysaria had only a short second to figure out what was happening before she was being pressed into the queen’s table with Rhaenyra standing between her legs.
“You only have to say the word, and I will stop,” Rhaenyra whispered against her skin. Mysaria nodded wordlessly and wrapped her arms around her queen’s shoulders. Rhaenyra kissed her again, her body pressed against Mysaria’s like a warm, comforting weight. She felt as Rhaenyra’s hands traveled to brush against her stomach before going back down to bunch up her dress’s skirts, allowing her hand to slip underneath them.
Mysaria shuddered at the sensation of feeling Rhaenyra’s hand cup her through her panties. When was the last time she had enjoyed being touched like that? Had she ever enjoyed it? If so, never had it made her feel like this. Mysaria felt her own body push into the queen’s hand, a silent request for more. She felt the other woman smile against her lips before her fingers dipped underneath her underwear, two fingers brushing through her folds before finding her clit.
Rhaenyra surely knew immediately she had found it, because the sound Mysaria made when she felt her queen’s touch on her was high-pitched and needy. Rhaenyra gave Mysaria’s lips one last kiss before burying her head in the crook of her neck, her lips pressing against the sweaty skin there. Mysaria simply tightened her grip on the woman’s shoulders as her fingers rubbed slow circles on her clit.
“Please, my queen,” she breathed, legs spreading wider in invitation. “More, please, please.” Oh, if her past self could see her now. The worst part was that Mysaria was not just putting on a show for the sake of some insecure man; she needed to feel more of Rhaenyra on her, in her, that she felt she would say most anything to get it. “I need to feel you.”
A moan ripped itself out of Mysaria’s throat as Rhaenyra obliged, pushing two fingers into her and pumping them rhythmically. Mysaria had little time to marvel at Rhaenyra’s skilled fingers — immediately, her mind was overwhelmed with nothing but the delicious feeling of being fucked with only her own pleasure in mind. There was no man using her simply as a way to get off, no urgency to finish the act. Her queen wanted to make her feel good and cared for little else.
“You’re taking me so well,” Rhaenyra breathed, her tone almost admiring. “You’re doing so well for me. My sweet girl.”
The queen’s words went straight to between Mysaria’s thighs and she could not help the way she whined and arched forward, needing Rhaenyra deeper inside her.
Just as the feeling of orgasm began to overcome her, Mysaria suddenly found herself horribly empty. A pitiful whine escaped her as Rhaenyra disengaged herself from the Mysaria’s neck and withdrew her fingers from her pussy. “Wh—Your Grace, please, why—?”
The look on the queen’s face was one of hunger. Small hairs were sticking to her forehead and her face had a pleasant flush to it. Mysaria looked up at her desperately, waiting. “Get up on the table, my dear,” Rhaenyra finally said, leaning back in for a kiss. “I wish to lay above you as you cum around my fingers. I want to see your face when you know nothing but pleasure.”
The words were whispered against Mysaria’s lips, ensuring that Rhaenyra felt the responding gasp that pushed its way out of her body. Mysaria did as she was told, easily hauling herself onto the queen’s table. Rhaenyra looked down upon her like a predator who saw its next meal. It made Mysaria’s pussy clench in need.
Within seconds Rhaenyra was atop her, straddling her hips as she claimed her mouth in another heated kiss. Mysaria moaned into the other woman’s mouth as Rhaenyra finally pushed two fingers back inside of her again, pumping them in and out at a rough, trained pace. Mysaria did her best to fuck herself onto her queen’s fingers and was rewarded as Rhaenyra hit a sensitive spot inside her.
She caught on immediately and angled her fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside Mysaria over and over. Mysaria could do nothing but go limp beneath her queen and let herself be fucked. Her jaw remained slack as soft moans fell from her lips, slightly muffled by Rhaenyra’s own mouth and tongue as the queen claimed all of her.
Mysaria’s orgasm crested over her slowly at first. It had built like a steady wave before crashing down upon her, leaving her breathless as pleasure ripped through her body. Her back arched hard, her body pressing hotly against the one above her. Her toes curled and her fingers dug into Rhaenyra’s shoulders as if to keep herself grounded as wave after wave of pleasure took over her. The sounds that fell from her mouth were unlike any she had heard before; Mysaria was not aware she could make such noises.
Slowly, the world came back to her. Mysaria felt as Rhaenyra gently removed her fingers from between her legs. She watched, awed, as the woman brought the digits to her own mouth and licked them.
“A gift from the Gods,” Rhaenyra whispered reverently, staring down upon Mysaria. Mysaria reached up to her queen with a hand and Rhaenyra grasped it gently. They stayed like that for a few moments, eyes locked together, before Rhaenyra kissed her hand and removed herself from atop the table.
Immediately, she offered her hand back to Mysaria, who took it gladly, and helped to pull her up. There was a weakness in Mysaria’s legs as she stood once again. She greedily leaned into her queen, who wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Let’s get you to bed, shall we? You look exhausted.” The last part was spoken with a hint of teasing, and Mysaria half-heartedly lifted her head to glare at the other woman before a smile forced itself onto her face. Rhaenyra looked upon her with warm eyes, and Mysaria did not take for granted the soft embrace she found herself in. Even after taking what she wanted of her, Rhaenyra still held her, still smiled at her.
“You are unlike any nobleman I have ever met,” Mysaria mumbled after they had began their trek to her quarters. “There is kindness in you. Warmth.”
Rhaenyra paused in her movements, turning to better look at Mysaria. She cupped Mysaria’s face in her hand, her thumb brushing against her cheek gently. “I do not wish to lose it,” Rhaenyra said quietly, eyes closing for a brief moment before fluttering open again. “The ability to be kind. I wish not to become so hardened as to forget mercy, and empathy. I believe it is you, Mysaria, who will help me to keep those values close to my heart.”
Mysaria looked up at her queen and saw the sincerity of her words in her expression. Mysaria smiled, softly, and clasped her hands around Rhaenyra’s, bringing them to her lips and kissing them.
“It would be my honor, Your Grace.”