Foreplay in The Tunnels

Much and more had been said of Maegor The Cruel's madness, how he had murdered his own nephew and forever consigned the boy-who-would-be-king to the histories as 'Aegon The Uncrowned' as a result, how he had **** no less than six highborn ladies to marry him, on pain of **** and much, much worse, how he had died in a Trial of Seven, but risen again days later, darker and more twisted than ever before. One of the least whispered about, and least known about aspects of his rule, however, was the building of the Red Keep, and the tunnels that ran along for miles beneath it.

The Keep had been a project that had started as a glint in the eye of The Conqueror himself, but fate had unfolded such that the great man himself had never lived to see it completed. Work had continued into the time of Aenys, Second of the Targaryen Kings, whose reign had been both brief and uneventful. It was only when Maegor had assumed the Iron Throne that the castle had finally been finished. However, not content with a Keep like any other, Maegor had ordered the stonemasons riddle it with passages and tunnels, carved into the hidden, secret places of the place like veins resting just beneath a man's skin. When it was all done, he'd had each and every one of them executed.

So it was that all knowledge of their true extent had died and been all but forgotten, so it was that most who walked the Red Keep's hallowed halls went their whole lives knowing nothing of what lay right under their feet. Rhaenyra was not most, or at least she wasn't anymore. She had had the idea of staging their little game down here on the spur of the moment, and once she'd thought it up she knew it couldn't wait. A small bit of research was required, of course, and to that end she'd had dear Elinda perform one more tiny, itsy bitsy, miniscule task for her before letting the poor, fat-ankled dove return to her bed. On Rhaenyra's orders, she had been sent to comb the halls and coridoors near the princess' chambers, and, for good measure, she'd sent the most curious of her ladies-in-waiting, Marianne Darklyn, with her, since there was a small risk of sweet, dim Elinda getting turned around and never finding her way back once she was down there. She'd expected it to take a while, but it had turned out that Elinda and Marianne had had to check near half a hundred tapestries, wall niches, divots and out of the way corners before finally finding a narrow, tapering mouth in the intricately carved stone walls.

It was to be a dry run, of sorts. But in practice it had been far from it. Elinda had returned to her red of face and nude of body, with Marianne arriving similarly underdressed and strangely exhilarated. She'd decided not to ask, and had simply pressed them for the layout of the tunnels. Marianne had dutifully recited everything she could recall, then curtsied in such a way that her breasts drooped slightly forward. Elinda had given a shaky, shuddering curtsy of her own, and as she walked off, Rhaenyra noticed her rubbing her womanhood in slow, soothing motions. Elinda Massey! A dark horse after all! she'd thought. She'd almost commented on the state they'd returned to her in, but, given her recent thoughts regarding Alicent, she supposed she was hardly in a position to judge. So, she'd let them go on their way and put what she'd seen out of her mind.

Now, she was working from the surprisingly detailed instructions Marianne had given, leading the way forward with Alicent shuffling furtively behind her. She forged forward through the dark, the torch in her hand casting more of it aside with every step she took. Rhaenyra was counting every one as she approached the room ahead. One-and-twenty, one-and-twenty-two, one-and-twenty-three, one...and...twenty-four! As Marianne had said, the tunnel gave way to a large, rounded room, a door occupied each major section facing and, ultimately, surrounding a small depression in the centre of the floor. Alright, this is good. I know where we are, and where we can go.... She listened for the awkward, dragging steps that signalled Alicent's approach, and at the umpeenth instance of the sound, Rhaenyra finally lost her patience, angling her head to glare disapprovingly over her shoulder at her as she drew closer to the flickering torchlight. "Alicent! Do me a courtesy? Stop with the Mummery and drop the guise of the little lost lamb!"
Alicent blinked wetly, her fair-sized teats were gathered up in the crook of her arm to hide them from view, and now in response she hitched it a bit higher to scoop as much of them up as possible. Down into the junction of her thighs, she'd shoved a hand she'd made into a fist, the left and rightmost knuckles prodding at soft skin that was glowing red and orange in the torchlight. "D-don't shout at me!" she quailed. "I'm...I'm shy! None of this natural to me! I had no notion of these passages even being down here, and now I stand uncovered in the midst of them!"
Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and turned fully to face her, casting more torchlight onto Alicent's nubile form. The light seemed to glide up and down the sturdy, feminine curves of her hips. Needless to say, Rhaenyra's gaze followed it. "And what have you to be shy about? Hm? 'Tis merely the two of us, it not?"
"For now..." Alicent stared at her, nervously. "But that could v-very well change. Father says the Keep has many secrets, and almost as many secret-seekers!"
"It is late," Rhaenyra reminded her, "and at this moment, here and now, it is you and it is me, no more, no less." She moved closer, brushing Alicent's shoulder reassuringly with her fingers. "No one will see us down here, you..." In her peripheral vision, Alicent's hips beckoned. She gulped, suddenly feeling a touch flustered. "You... needn't be afraid." Aiming to be encouraging, she stuck her fingers into the crook of Alicent's elbow and jimmied it gently, trying to prise it loose from her breasts as she stared down into her friend's cleavage. "Walk tall, Alicent. Here we might be free, if only for a while. We might see ourselves through... each other's eyes."
"Through... each other's..." she looked up, meeting Rhaenyra's gaze. "Eyes..." She considered it, then shook her head. "Rhaenyra... I... I am afraid." A shade like the redness of the evening spread across her cheeks, and something about it inflamed Rhaenyra's desire even further. She slid a hand around Alicent's slender neck, one set of eyes boring into the other. "Do you think it's any different for me? You are afraid, I am afraid; let us be afraid together!" she whispered, her voice so low it was a wonder any sound escaped her lips at all. Alicent gave her a long, meaningful look, then dropped her gaze to ponder her own body. "Together..." she echoed. In a single burst of bravery, she released her chest from its prudish prison, and lifted her fist out from its post between her thighs.

Rhaenyra made an effort to keep her expression neutral, but inwardly she rejoiced in private, saucy glee at seeing Alicent's treasures—breasts like round, weighty moneybags, nipples like perfect gold coins. She almost moved to cover them again, but Rhaenyra held her arm at her side. "No, no I want... I think it's best you..." She could not even think of a good excuse; she simply wanted to see her naked bosom, was that so wrong? She breathed heavily, taking the opportunity to pore over them greedily, drinking every inch of them up with her eyes. Alicent saw her looking and let out a tiny, shameful gasp, as if a boy had spied her in her nakedness.

But there was no boy.

Just Rhaenyra.

Just her and Alicent. Two girls. Both of them nude, one of them blushing, secreted away under the world. They were bathed in cozy, pleasant torchlight, but warmed by something else. Rhaenyra's nub was starting to pulse, she wondered if Alicent's was throbbing in kindred desire. "The game..." she began, in dulcet, husky tones. "A bawdy game, that's why we..." she rolled her lips in on themselves to suppress her smile. "That's why we're naked," she whispered, as if sharing an illicit secret only they could know. "You remember the other day, don't you?" No reply was forthcoming, but she ccould tell by the look on Alicent's face that she did. "I know I certainly do, and I know that look in your eyes I saw when we... undressed."
Alicent frowned uncertainly. "Look? What look?"
"The same look you're giving me now: fear."
"I don't—"
"Don't lie to me, Alicent," Rhaenyra said, firmly. "Lie to your father, lie to yourself... but don't lie to me." Alicent glowered at her, but otherwise did not attempt to retort. "Now," she continued, "these tunnels are long and they are winding, and if we take a certain route through them, we'll come out in one of the ancilliary courtyards."
Alicent's eyes widened. "Courtyard? But that's—"
"Guarded?" Rhaenyra grinned wickedly. "Why yes, I suppose it is."
"But I'm... but we're..." Alicent looked down at herself, shielding her chest with her arms pre-emptively. "Oh, come on," Rhaenyra complained. "It's nothing so terribly serious! Just a game, remember? A little thrill!"
"They'll see us, Rhaenyra! They'll come after us!"
"You say that as if it wouldn't be fun. They call it Cat & Mouse for a reason, don't they? We'll give them a sight they'll never forget, and send our own hearts pounding too!" She leaned even closer, her mouth so near to Alicent's ear she could very well reach out and take the tip of it between her teeth if she so desired. Alicent winced, and went to pull away, determined to resist. "Your heart perhaps, but our wants have never been the same!" She hissed. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. There she goes again, speaking in the voice of another. "Oh?" She said, her tone taking on an upwards hint of mock surprise as she leaned forward to close the gap between them. "Truly? I had thought differently, I had thought I had seen differently..." They had grown really very close now, and Alicent took a peek at Rhaenyra's wavy stub of pale bush. All of a sudden, she gulped, her expression spasming subtly, as if contorted by some unseen tempest hidden just below the surface. "Please... please keep away," she insisted, her voice a strangled squeak. "The Maiden warns against wandering eyes, I shouldn't wish to be tempted."
"Tempted?" Rhaenyra cocked her head. "I thought your wants were your own? It's just us. Two maidens. Down here. Alone." She went in and brushed Alicent's cheek with her own, savouring the soft rustling of one crop of peach fuzz coming into contact with another. "Naked." Her fingers scrabbled playfully against Alicent's ribs, making her shiver and flinch. "What would could possibly serve to tenpt you in a place like this?" Smoothly, she slid her hands around Alicent's midriff, softly pressing and prodding as they went. This is just another kind of game, the gesture said, it needn't mean a thing more than that.
"Oh..." Alicent croaked. Her whole body starting to tremble, only a little at first but growing swiftly more intense. "Oh, Rhaenyra... I... my thoughts confuse me, my feelings are beginning to frighten me. We should not have come here, I think. Not like this... I shouldn't see you like this, and you... you should not see me..." Alicent drew her tongue across her lips, to wetten them or for some deeper, queerer reason, Rhaenyra could not tell. "'Temptation draws men and women both off the proper path, and I fear it is drawing me now. I am lost," she was saying, "I have wandered into the shade and I... I cannot see..." she looked around, searching for an excuse to pull away. "I cannot see a way out." Rhaenyra did not know precisely how she meant those last words, so she guessed as best she could. "I know the way," she said, confidently, the light playing off her lips as they moved. "But it is not as you think of it. Would... would you like to see it?"
Alicent hesitated, looking long into Rhaenyra's face. Finally, she gave a tremulous nod. "P-pray tell, what direction does it lie in?"
Rhaenyra saw her chance. "Forwards," she said, pressing herself into Alicent and stealing a kiss. For a dazzling few seconds they were a tangle of heat and softness. She liked the feeling of Alicent's breasts on hers, and the concentrated folds of warmth within her sex as they embraced. Rhaenyra did what felt natural, rolling her hips forwards into her. She felt the hair between her own legs tickling the young lady Hightower's hairless valley, the movement making it rub abrasively against Alicent's shorn field as a whetstone grinded against a blade. The only sound Alicent made was a squeak, as high and thin as that of a mouse, but both pairs of her lips were warm, wet and willing. Their cunnies kissed as they did, an intimate meeting of girls and girlhoods, sheath upon sheath, the tops of their legs turning slippery as their flood of affection coincided with the flooding of their loins.
The kiss held, and held, and held, and with each passing second the throbbing in Rhaenyra's womanly nub grew stronger, sending a pulse as powerful as a heartbeat rumbling through her lower body. She threw her arms around Alicent's upper half and pulled her closer still, drawing on the heat and light and beauty within her as she sucked on her lovely lips.

They were one, a single nude girl-beast with two pert, gently jiggling bottoms. After a duration that was somehow both too long and not long enough, Alicent put her hands between their breasts and pushed against Rhaenyra's. Rhaenyra wanted to keep going, but the pushing grew more insistent and she was **** to break it off, backing forlornly away. Their parts parted with a small, moist smack, and the sensation and sound of it was so brazen and rude it gave even Rhaenyra pause; they both looked down to see a glistening strand of girl-drool connecting their sexes like a spider's gossamer thread. It was formed from the juicy, gooey produce of their virgin flowers, and shone a pale, hazy orange in the light of the fallen torch. Rhaenyra could feel how wet and sticky she'd become, The quivering strand of fluid sagged slightly in the middle, halfway between them, fragile as it was. All the colour fled to Alicent's cheeks at the sight, and she let out a moan, half in shock and half in arousal, before quickly breaking it by touching her fingers to her hot, sticky lower lips. When she raised her head, Rhaenyra saw accusation in her eyes, but it was tinged with sadness. "Rhaenyra... this is... we are..." She burned near as bright as the flames on the tip of the torch. "It is wrong!" She swayed slightly, as if drunk on fear and conflict. She balances on the edge, on the one side me, on the other the teachings of her father, and that blasted septa... Rhaenyra had never known desire like this herself, and she wasn't entirely sure it was the right thing, strictly speaking, but she did know, in her heart of hearts, that she wanted it. As Maegor wanted his brother's crown, and Aegon wanted Seven Kingdoms...

Dragons did not go on, aching with want until they were weak at the knees, dragons eyed their prize and took it, be it in talons or in teeth. She could see in Alicent's eyes that she was losing her, in the shaking of her hands and the wrinkling of her nose too. If do not act, I will lose her. Rhaenyra exhaled and, without another thought, closed the gap with a stride and pulled Alicent into another kiss, placing her hands on her hips and rubbing them up and down over them as she did. "Nnnnhhh....hnnhh..." Alicent Hightower mumbled, her attempts at speech lost in the seal of Rhaenyra's lips. Rhaenyra savoured every instant of it, noticing things she had not when they'd last locked lips. She noticed traces of apricot on the girl's tongue as she lashed it with her own, and beneath it other fruity notes of what seemed like Arbor Gold. Her grip on those Hightower hips was firm, and bordered on fondling, and beneath it they were shifting this way and that as Alicent moved one leg over the other and back, trying to alleviate the moistness at her crotch. In her mind's eye, Rhaenyra had her on her back, holding her legs wide open as she pumped a cock that was not hers into that pretty bald cunt. These hips are mine, she thought, deliriously. They'll ferry my daughters to safety, and your sons! Your breasts will feed them, and me if the fancy strikes me. And should you decide you want no more of them? I'll put the seed in this fat little rump of yours instead! How like a man she was thinking, how much it disgusted her. Her lust was clouding her, guiding her to see the pretty, naked thing before her through the eyes of someone other than herself. No, she reasserted, banishing the image of an ugly, pulsating cock wriggling away between her thighs from her mind. I'll be gentle, and fair, and when we go to bed we'll make a new kind of love, with fingers and tongues, and other things besides. She saw herself under the covers, then, her ring and pinky making the baby pink bell enfolded in the shrouded part of Alicent's cunny ring and ring and ring, while a musky puddle gathered on the sheets beneath her and she screamed a musical scream.
"S-stop! Stop kissing me!" Alicent gasped, in the brief moments when Rhaenyra allowed her up for air. Rhaenyra barked out a laugh. "Why? Is it not to your liking? Your face says differently, and the leakage on your legs!" She placed a kiss on one of her blazing cheeks, on her forehead, her chin, and on the tip of her cute button nose, and while she was doing that, Rhanyera also took the back of Alicent's thighs in hand, so close to the underside of her buttocks it drew a ****, scandalised giggle out of her. There were traces of moistness even here, trailing out from the undergully that sat between one leg and the other. "R-rhaenyra... this way you touch me..." she said, hotly, clearly struggling with resisting the urge to nibble her bottom lip. "I-it is... it is wrong..." she repeated, though she sounded less sure of herself this time. "It is n-not as the Gods would... would will it!"

"Which way? Like this?" Rhaenyra gave her yet another peck on the lips, making her squeak and giggle anew. "Or like this?" One hand each rose an inch or so to cup the cheeks of Alicent's arse from below. "It seems to me you speak your own words when we are kissing, and your father's when we are not!" she hissed, momentarily breaking off to scold her. "So, I ask you now: must I kiss you forever, or have you the strength to be who you are without the aid of my mouth upon yours?"
"Gods..." was all Alicent could seem to manage. "Gods... gods...g—oooh!" she squealed, as Rhaenyra's fingertips ascended back around her hips to press down naughtily on the apexes of those shapely thighs. "Gods, no! Y-you mustn't..."
"Hm? Mustn't what?"
"Touch me..." Her eyes widened as she realised the trap she was being drawn into, but her mouth was still moving, completing the sentence she knew would damn her. "T-touch me there..." Rhaenyra obeyed, playing happily with Alicent's bottom, sifting and squeezing bits of rounded, pliable flesh between her fingers as she gave her more kisses still. "Unhhhh... she breathed, her ripe white breasts heaving in time with her exhalations. A part of her still wanted to pull away, this much Rhaenyra could tell, but the rest of her was drowning in pleasure, lingering in sin for as long as she could take.
Alicent fell into Rhaenyra as she continued planting kisses on her and fondling her sacred parts, moaning throatily and gradually sinking down to nuzzle at Rhaenyra's breasts. "It is sin..." she was saying, "it is sin, it is sin, it is sin... but... but I... ohhhh" She was grazing one of Rhaenyra's nipples with her mouth, pursing her lips around it briefly only to release it and go back to pushing her face into the furrow between breasts again, grappling and grappling with her own misgivings and guilt even as her juices flowed all over her oldest and dearest of friends. "I wish... I wish to be the kind of lady who does not want this," she said, hovering on the verge of tears as the need for release mingled with the guilt of the pious. "But for all my wishing, I still do want it. I have wished to see your... your breasts, and not want to take them in my mouth, I have wished to see your mouth and not want to kiss it, I have wished and wished and wished to see your flower and not want to touch it... but for all my wishing I am still here, aching with my wants! Aching and shaking and...and..." Leaking and throbbing, Rhaenyra finished, in her head. She feels as I do, I knew it! But now comes the most delicate part of all. Alicent was nearly overtaxed, at this rate, it would not be long before her resolve broke and she retreated back the way we came. Something had to be done, something to calm sweet Alicent and her confused, struggling thoughts. She observed her as she went on feverishly nuzzling her breasts, and as she did, an idea started to form.

Calmly but firmly, she took Alicent's chin in hand, the girl's brow furrowing in confusion as she guided her back to the nipple she'd been grazing, and bade her suckle on it like a babe. "It's alright," she said, in a calm, soothing tone. "There's no one but us, remember? What you want is of no consequence to anyone but me... and what you want is what I want too, do you see?"
Alicent gazed up at her, so innocent, so torn. "Is... is it wrong? To want as we do?"
"If it were, I can't imagine it would feel half as good as it does to indulge it." Rhaenyra lifted her left breast from below, the whole thing fitting in the palm of her hand easily, and presented the protruding nipple for consideration. Alicent eyed it, her expression heavy with desire, glanced up and down between the breast and its owner, then tucked in, moving her lips over it as before, and teasing the little fleshy ghost-grass bud in her mouth. It was with shame and no small amount of **** at first, but slowly the embarrassment fell away, and she settled into a comfortable rhythm, her rich brown hair falling down to frame her face beautifully as she supped at her princess' teat. As she watched and revelled in the sensation of a tongue lapping at the hardening tip of it, Rhaenyra smiled at her. "Now you see... and now I think you're ready. For the game, you remember?" Alicent's only response was a faint, tentative nod as she continued to suckle. "Good," she whispered. "What a darling friend, she thought, what a precious little lady...

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