Queen Alicent Hightower

“Rhaenyra. . .” Alicent’s voice called out in a soothing manner that did anything but sooth the princess’ fear. “It’s just me, Alicent. I ordered the guards to let me in.” That bitch! Something Rhaenyra was painfully aware of that she though Alicent hadn’t been, was that she did now technically out-rank her. “I know that you like to bath in peace, but I just wanted to talk, and you’ve been avoiding me.” No shit, Rhaenyra thought to herself as her mind raced; Hide. Nowhere to hide. Run. Where was she to go? Looking about the room the bath was the only thing within reach that could shield her naked form and shame. There was a gentle poke in the palm of her hand and looking down Rhaenyra realized she was as hard as she had ever been. ‘Why am I hard!?’ She cried out in her mind as the rustling beyond her view ceased and the curtain began to move.

Alicent could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she peeled the curtain back; despite all the time they had spent together, the intimate moments shared throughout the years in private, she had never seen Rhaenyra unclothed, nor had Rhaenyra seen her, for some reason that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, the thought made her equal parts excited and anxious. Looking into the room her eyes quickly fell upon Rhaenyra as the young woman sat within the bath the centre of the chamber, what surprised Alicent was the look she saw in her old friends captivatingly violet eyes; sure there was the expected, a touch of anger, surprise, that new found awkwardness that had grown between them since she married the King, but there was also lust—the kind of lecherous lust she had seen in the eyes of men time and again since she came of age.

There were times throughout their youth where Alicent had felt something akin to desire towards her friend, times when she felt that Rhaenyra shared those same feelings but there was always a wall, a hesitancy, that kept Rhaenyra from taking that step forward, but now her gaze almost begged Alicent to drop the thin robe covering that remained her last bastion to decency. It wasn’t quite how she had expected this to go but, Alicent wanted peace between them and if a little peak at what she clearly so desperately desired was all it took to get that than it was a price Alicent was willing to pay—perhaps more willing than even she herself realized.

With a coy smile Alicent shrugged the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground revealing her perky and firm breasts, and her well kept but thick bush of auburn-red pubic hair. Her eyes never left Rhaenyra’s but Rhaenyra’s left hers, traveling down as they followed the reveal with an almost pathetic level of desperation, and then she shuddered and Alicent could have sworn she heard her hushed, gasped “oh no” followed by a trembling moan that the princess did her best to keep in but failed.

Silenced stretched between them. ‘Did she just?’

Rhaenyra felt the last shudders of her orgasm fade as she slumped slightly in the bath and the shame set in. She had just cum in front of Alicent. Worse she had cum at just the mere sight of her. But how could she not? I mean, it wasn’t just that Alicent was even more beautiful than she had imagined all those nights jerking her tiny cock in her chambers, it was that seeing her now she couldn’t deny how much larger her breasts were, how much more shapely her figure was, or how much pubic hair she had grown—even ignoring her pathetic little dick, Rhaenyra was no match for Alicent as a woman.

Thankfully Alicent didn’t know about her little shame, not yet anyway, so there was a good chance she didn’t realize what had just happened. Rhaenyra just had to try and play it off, focus on getting Alicent out of here for now. Looking up meekly, trying to muster her confidence and think of a way to get Alicent to leave, she noticed the woman making her way slowly across the room. ‘Shit!’ She thought ‘I have to... have to...’ her mind trailed off as she was mesmerized by the seductive sway of Alicent’s hips, and the gentle bounce of her breasts. Already it felt like her dick was ready to burst once more. “Ali-I uh…” she tried to speak but Alicent’s coy smile only left her feeling more **** as her friend came to stop before the tub.

“Rhaenyra.” The confidence—no, the authority, in Alicent’s voice was unlike anything she had seen in her friend. Her dick twitched and Rhaenyra felt herself looking up into the woman’s emerald eyes at a loss. “I think it’s time we talked.” Placing a hand on her hip, Alicent flashed a devious smile that sent Rhaenyra over the edge. Perhaps it was all too much for her, perhaps it was because somewhere deep down she felt like the game was up, but Rhaenyra did nothing to hide her shame as she let out a loud moan of pleasure and even leaned backwards as if to present her tiny cock as it spasmed rope after rope of cum into the bath water.