A lot of people really like What if? Like, a lot more than I expected. So I decided to write a follow up to explore Rhaenyra's hypothetical.
Whether or not I've properly portrayed her personality in the form of a horny man is for you to decide.
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Alicent knew that it was the responsibility of every maiden to protect her maidenhead until she could give it to her husband on the night of their bedding. The Septa had told her that much.
Unfortunately, her Septa hadn't taught her what to do when her betrothed, the crown prince, wanted it immediately.
She hadn't expected to be engaged to Prince Rhaegar. He was simply the aloof, bold prince and heir to the throne that sometimes studied with her in the Godswood when he wasn't training with his uncle. There was some concern over the fact that he was an only child. Queen Aemma was prone to miscarriage and King Viserys had chosen to stop trying to make a spare. And with Prince Daemon avoiding his wife like the plague, it was clear there would be a rare chance for another family to put their blood on the Iron Throne.
Her father clearly had such expectations for her, considering how supportive he was of their friendship, but Alicent kept a somewhat realistic view on the idea. There was still the Velaryon family and Leana. And there were probably more powerful families for her friend to marry into.
That had been on her mind when Rhaegar had kissed her while they were in the privacy of a hallway before running off.
It had been on her mind when he'd done it again the next day while they read by the weirwood tree and simply carried on reading.
Alicent couldn't understand why her friend was doing it, but she was suddenly struck by a second lesson her Septa had taught her. About dishonorable men who had no intention of marrying a woman, but still desired to take them to bed, regardless of if it was wanted.
So when she and Rhaegar were sitting in a corner of the library they were never disturbed in and he'd kissed her again, her mind had gone blank. She feared the repercussions of spurning the prince's advances. And she feared her father's retribution.
But despite that, as Rhaegar had begun undoing her dress, she couldn't keep herself from bursting into tears.
"Alicent?" Rhaegar asked, "why are you crying."
The Hightower girl held back a sob. "I-I'm not crying."
Rhaegar gave her flat look. "Alicent."
Alicent looked away. "I do not wish to become your whore."
"My what-?"
"We are friends Rhaegar, and I treasure your company. But I can't permit you to pleasure yourself with my body while you wait for a real wife." She chanced looking at him. She didn't believe that her friend would force himself on her, but her Septa's warnings rang in her head, along with her father's warnings to not antagonize him. And she couldn't understand his actions Did he not care about her honor?
Rhaegar stared at her before cocking his head. "A real wife? I was under the impression we would get married."
"W-what?" Alicent asked. "What?" She asked again.
"I intend to marry you." Rhaegar said. "Was that not clear?"
"No it wasn't," Alicent all but shrieked.
"Oh," he had that dumb look on his face that showed up when he forgot to do important things.
"If that's the case you should tell me instead of making me worry like this," she said, slapping his shoulder in anger.
"Ow, I'm sorry."
"And don't try to do anything like that if we aren't even betrothed."
Rhaegar looked at her. Then he stood up. "Wait right there."
He came back 20 minutes later with a smile. "My father gave the okay. We're officially betrothed."
Alicent barely had time to respond before the prince's lips were on hers. At least he had the decency to not try to take of her clothes.
/
The decency didn't last long because it became increasingly clear that the prince did not want to wait for their wedding night. In his mind, they'd probably been married for quite a while.
With an official approval of their betrothal, Rhaegar had dropped all the restraint that had kept him from acting out. He'd kiss her lips. Her neck. Her head. Even the kisses he placed on her hands felt more erotic. And his hands would always find their way onto her body, rubbing and massaging with abandon.
She idly wondered how many whores it took to keep him from filling her with his bastard at a younger age.
"I don't want to lose my maidenhead until we're married." She'd definitively told him. She didn't want to be fat with child when they got married.
Rhaegar, who seemed to have made that reality his goal, had told her that he wouldn't take it until she asked him to.
Alicent was too curious to see how he'd do it to tell him not to try. And that was when she discovered just how ill-prepared she was for all the ways a woman could be touched.
Rhaegar loved leaving kiss-shaped bruises on her neck that had all the maids giggling at the sight of her.
His hands regularly found their way to her chest. It was bad enough when it was just over her dress, but sometimes, he'd find a way under them.
He occasionally sucked on her tits, caressing a nipple in one mouth while pinching the other.
She was woman enough to admit that it was often her own legs that followed Aemon to his room, past Ser Criston who religiously pretended he wasn't aware of what she was doing in his room.
Later, as she reigned as Queen, he would admit he had thought they were already intimate before he'd been appointed.
Lately, Rhaegar had begun to stick his head inside her dress and kiss her thighs, which felt odd. Then he'd found her lower lips and Alicent saw stars.
Rhaegar licked and pinched and nipped at her while Alicent shover her face in her pillow to keep herself from begging for more. His tongue caressed the lips of her entrance while his fingers massaged the point where her legs met her waist.
Now she understood that her Septa had failed her. She'd warned her of the rapers that would take her maidenhood by force, but not the beautiful princes that would make her beg them to take it from her if given half the chance.
Rhaegar licked up and down her womanhood while his fingers moved to massage her clit, his tongue almost slipping inside her.
And then he stared speaking in High Valyrian.
Alicent had become more familiar with orgasms as she'd found herself having to work off the stress Rhaegar put on her, but the one he drew from her that night almost made her turn around and beg him to take her, if only she could gather the strength to move.
"Did you like that?" Her prince asked.
She hadn't been able to answer him, but her silence was apparently all that was necessary because he made that a regular part of his seductions. Not so often that she would get used to it, but enough to know the pleasure.
Sometimes when he was done, he'd creep up to her and whisper in her ears. "I'm told that this is the second best feeling a man can put a woman through."
She bit her tongue to keep from asking what the first was.
/
Alicent's small clothes were in a perpetual state of dampness whenever she thought of the betrothed, her legs rubbing together even as she helped Queen Aemma plan her wedding.
Sometimes she wondered if the queen knew of her son's plans. She hoped not.
"Do you need moon tea my dear?"
Clearly her hope wasn't worth that much.
Alicent shook her head. "No ma'am. I'm still a maiden."
Aemma's stared at her like she was about to reprimand her for lying before stopping. She leaned in closer to peer at Alicent as if seeing her for the first time. "Oh. Well if that's the case, then what has you so… bothered?"
Alicent really didn't want to tell the queen that her son was trying to fuck her early. Not that it mattered because her mouth refused to form words to even answer the question.
Aemma seemed to understand. "You will come and tell me if you need it at any point if you do."
Alicent nodded.
/
That night, she sat on Rhaegar's face and moaned in frustration as she grinded her crotch into him. The prince was going slowly. Very slowly. His tongue moved just fast enough to make it feel good, but not fast enough to bring her to the peak her so easily guided her to.
Remembering some gossip she'd overheard her maids speak, she got an idea and leaned forward so that she's lying on him, her face over his crotch.
If he noticed what she's doing, he doesn't stop, even as she pulled his erect member from his breeches. It occurred to her that this was her true opponent. The massive thick rod that intended to plant itself inside her and pump her full of child.
She gave it a few tentative licks before capturing the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucking on it. She felt the prince shift beneath her but paid no mind as she lowered her head onto his throbbing erection.
Once she goes as far as she can, she raises her head and brings it down again. Before long she's bobbing her head up and down, letting her lover's dick inside her mouth. She oddly found that she enjoyed the act, as a sort of payback to her betrothed's action, but also because there was something erotic about sucking on his cock.
It was at that point that Rhaegar stuck his tongue inside her and began conversing with her lower lips.
When Alicent's mind cleared she was lying on her bed, panting from exhaustion. She looked to her side to see the concerned look of her friend sitting next to her on the bed, her eyes instantly zeroing on his still erect cock.
"Are you-? Whoa."
Alicent shoved him over and grabbed his dick and putting it back in her mouth. She needed to occupy her lips to keep from telling him to take her right there and she needed him spent so that it was no longer an option.
She sucked and licked and bobbed and massaged at the cock before he finally gave in and released his seed on her face.
"Wow," Rhaegar said. "That was unexpected."
"I was merely repaying the favor," Alicent gasped, even as her body begged for more.
/
Somehow, she made it to the week of her wedding. However, her beloved had only redoubled his efforts. It seemed like he really intended to make at least one attempt to put a babe inside her before they got married, and his latest plan was the dastardliest.
It was a regular night, which meant that she had snuck into his room, and he was driving her to the peak of pleasure. And then he stopped.
"What?" She asked.
"You'll have to excuse me," Rhaegar said as he got up. "I just remembered something." With that he got off and moved out of the room quickly, adjusting his shirt.
After a few minutes she walked out of the room, her eye twitching.
It was like that for the next few days. He'd bring her to the peak of her pleasure and stop just at the precipice. She was perfectly capable of finishing herself off, but it simply wasn't the same. She was also capable of not going to him. Both of those options felt like they would be conceding a level of defeat.
"What are you doing?" She had asked.
He had simply flashed her his winning smile. "Well, I'm preparing you for our first night together. I intend to make it one you will never forget."
Alicent watched as he left.
"Princess," her betrothed's Kingsguard said.
"I'm not a princess yet Ser Criston."
The Kingsguard smiled, "Not to his Grace." Then he frowned. "I don't understand why you both play this game."
"My dragon doesn't want to wait."
"And you're making him wait? When you clearly don't want to either?"
"The faith…"
"Don't forget how often you have to walk past me to get to his room, on your own legs, despite the teachings of the Septa. You're allowing him to do this."
"It's a matter of pride," Alicent admitted.
"Ah," Criston said. "You both have that in common at the least." He walked away to catch up with his charge.
/
Alicent attended the wedding with the air of a conqueror accepting the fealty of a defeated lord.
She attended her bedding with the air of a man facing his execution.
As the men of the realm dropped her mostly naked body in the bed and the women placed Rhaegar besides her, she barely paid attention as she squeezed her legs together to hide the absolutely soaked state of her small clothes.
Rhaegar didn't say anything as they watched everyone filter out of the room.
Ser Criston gave them a sly look as he closed the door. Alicent wondered if he regretted his vows of celibacy.
The door had barely closed before her husband was upon her, nipping at her skin and ripping her small clothes off.
"You made me wait," he said into her neck.
"You waited," she replied.
Rhaegar placed himself at her entrance, slick with her anticipation. He looked her in the eye. "It's my first time," he admitted.
Alicent stared at him like he was from another planet. Her horny, perverted, eager-to-breed prince had waited until marriage? For her? She almost couldn't believe it.
"It wouldn't be," he continued, "but the girl I desired wanted to wait until marriage." And with that, he slid into her.
Alicent screamed from the mix of pleasure that descended on her as she was suddenly filled by her love.
"Are you okay?" Rhaegar asked.
"How did you know to do all of that?" She asked, trying to take her mind off the pain.
Rhaegar looked sheepish. "My uncle gave me some advice."
As she adjusted to him, Alicent bemoaned the idea of Prince Daemon's part in this. Should she thank him or curse him?
Rhaegar gave her no time to contemplate this as he slowly pulled out of her before slamming back in, making her scream as pleasure ripped through her body. After months of teasing and prodding, her body was primed to accept all the pleasure her husband would bestow on her. It was a miracle she didn't cum on the spot.
Rhaegar seemed like a man possessed as he thrust in and out of her frantically, spurred on as her legs rose to wrap themselves around his waist.
"Gods Alicent," he moaned. "You're so tight."
Alicent simply moaned as a particularly deep thrust caused her to arch her back. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
"Now you're mine," he said huskily as his thrusts slowed from long frantic ones to slow deep ones that made Alicent grind her core on him. "And now I'm going to give you everything you've been avoiding."
"I love you," Alicent moaned.
"I love you too," Rhaegar said as he picked up speed, while maintaining his deep thrusts. His hands went down and gripped her breasts before he put a nipple in his mouth making her squirm. Rhaegar carried his mouth forward until they found her lips and he pressed onto her, his thrusts becoming shorter as he drove them both to a familiar place.
"I'm going to impregnate you," he whispered in her ear, unbothered by her moans. "I know that you're ripe today. I'm going to impregnate you now. And in less than a year, I will impregnate you again. You're going to be the mother of a whole brood of Targaryans."
Alicent couldn't form a response to that as she moaned when Rhaegar hit even deeper into her. Has she always had this much room inside her? She wondered. His cock had been huge, though she'd had nothing to compare it to, and she found it hard to believe that it all fit inside her, even as his hips hit hers with loud slapping sounds and he buried himself to the hilt within her. It felt like some of it had moved all the way to her brain to drown her in an unreasonable amount of pleasure.
"I'm so close," she screamed in his ear. "I'm… I'm going to…"
Her dragon roared as he thrust inside her one final time and they both came at the same time, his seed firing deep inside her squeezing womb. She could practically feel his seed take root within her with each spurt of his cum. Her nails cut into his back as she screamed from her own rapturous pleasure.
The Prince and his Princess hit a higher peak than they'd ever experienced, drowning in each other before they both collapsed.
"I almost wish I'd let you do as you wanted in the library," she admitted.
"Our wedding would be awkward with you noticeably fat with child," Rhaegar finally admitted. It seemed that finally letting him spill his seed within her had cleared his head.
Alicent laughed, even as sleep claimed her.
/
There will probably be more in this series.
There will definitely be more in this series.
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