Chapter 042 – Forbidden Pleasure

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The sound of their coupling echoing in her ears, Rhaella couldn't find the strength inside her to simply turn around and walk away.

Having come to the rooftop in search for her wayward daughter, she had instead come across the sensual paramour of the Dornish Prince and Phenex.

Blushing fiercely, she had watched them wide-eyed, having never seen such lustful actions before. Her own experiences with sexual intimacy had been marked with dispassion, pain and abuse, completely contrary to what she saw from the two of them.

Rhaella had long since known about the promiscuity of the Dornish, but knowing and seeing were two completely different things.

And as she watched with bated breath as the flesh-made deity devoured the olive-skinned beauty's breast and heard her cries of pleasure in response, while she arched her back and pushed her chest only closer to the hungry god's mouth, Rhaella felt heat gather in her core.

Hiding behind the thick trunk of a tree, the former Queen observed the two lovers intently and nearly cried out in shock, as she saw the Dornish woman take the long girthy shaft of Phenex into her back entrance.

The sexually inexperienced Targaryen Lady couldn't believe how someone could commit such an act of debauchery in broad daylight, and yet her own breasts suddenly felt somewhat tight and extra sensitive.

Her voluptuous mounds straining against the confines of her dress, while her peaks were hardened and moisture slowly gathered between her legs. One of her hands subconsciously moved in between her thighs, her sex throbbing in need, while the fingers of her other hand brushed over the hardened buds of her breasts.

An unexpected moan slipping out between her lips, caused Rhaella to clasp her mouth shut with her hands, as she looked at the two lovers before her, hoping that she hadn't been noticed.

The bright flaming eyes meeting her gaze proving otherwise, Rhaella's eyes widened in shock and panic, as she promptly turned around and fled the scene. Her heart beating franctically, as her beautiful cheeks turned bright red.

She didn't stop her sprint before she reached her own quarters. Out of breath and adrenaline pumping through her veins, she fell down on her bed, the cool silken sheets welcoming her.

Incredibly embarrassed and still panicked at having been discovered by Phenex, while watching him and his Dornish lover indulge in pleasure, Rhaella nonetheless couldn't help herself as she recalled Ellaria slowly sinking down on the thick manhood, welcoming Phenex' member inside her backside.

Biting her lower lips, the former Queen slowly untied the knots on the front of her dress, before peeling the layers of clothing from her gorgeous pale flesh, a slight sheen of sweat covering her skin, along with a red shade that extended from her neck to the upper part of her round breasts.

Closing her eyes, Rhaella's thoughts wandered back to what she had witnessed only minutes before, her fingers tracing over her chest, softly kneading her flesh and pinching at her erect berries.

Quiet moans floated through the room, as admist the red gown and silken sheets the former Queen sensually flexed her body in a erotic display of rapture. Teasingly her own fingers couldn't help but lightly caress her wet folds.

The total contrast between the things she had witnessed and the loveless, and often brutal, encounters with her late husband, caused Rhaella to see these acts as totally different in what they represented.

She and Aerys never had 'sex' or 'made love', what they had done was loveless and without passion, and later in their marriage had turned into pure violation.

Phenex and Ellaria, on the other hand, had done what they did out of passion and affection, their act being something completely foreign to the quiet Targaryen lady.

Having been deprived of such affection her whole life, the pictures in her mind couldn't help but warp from the memories of what she had observed, into fantasies of her own.

And so, as she laid there on her silken sheets and the discarded dress, her sweat-glistening flesh exposed for all to see, while pleasuring herself slowly and quietly.

One of her hands caressing her slit, the other massaging her breasts, Rhaella's mind replaced Ellaria's gorgeous figure with her own, as she imagined herself being held so intimately by the most beautiful male she had ever seen.

His hands and lips wandering over her body, as the former Queen's moans and blissful cries rose in volume, higher and higher.

Her finger pushing between her folds in a slow, but steady rhythm, while the fingers of her second hand softly rubbed over the hood of her sex, stimulating her lovebud and sending shocks of pleasure through her enchanting form.

Withdrawing her fingers from her slick mound, her eyes still shut tightly, as she spread her legs fruther and further. Her wet fingers wandering lower and lower, brushing over the whole length of her slit, while her other hand still massaged her clit, gently pinching at the sensitive knot of nerve endings.

Finally her well-lubricated fingers reached her rosebud and her hips bucked upwards in the unexpected sensation of her fingers brushing over it.

Her moans growing even more audible, as her fingers circled over her soft and pliable back entrance, until she couldn't hold herself back anymore. Her mind clouded with pleasure, as her fantasies made her lose any sense of reality.

"Mhmm … Yes … Do it … Mhmm … I want it … Phenex …", she whispered subconsciously, before pushing a single finger into her extremely tight ass.

The next moment an explosive cry was ripped from her throat, her sex quivered and gushed with orgasmic juices, as a blissful shudder ran through her sweat-glistening body. Her arching back raising her full breasts into her air, as she continued with her light caresses, drawing out her pleasure.

Her silvery white hair clinging to her smooth skin, one strand even stuck to her rosy lips, while her violet eyes shined with life and desire.

It was a few minutes later, that she suddenly froze in her movement, as she realised what she had done. As if being burnt, she flinched in sudden shame and guilt, as she pulled back the hand that was still softly caressing her slit and also hurriedly withdrew the finger from her tight hole.

The fast movement though stimulated her still sensitive body, as one last moan slipped from her lips.

Panting heavily from the biggest orgasm of her life, Rhaella was ashamed of herself, unable to believe she had done something like this. The simple fact that she had imagined herself being taken like that by Phenex, shocking the sexually inexperienced woman to her core.

She was no stranger to her own touch, as she had done so on the rare occasions when her loneliness had gotten the best of her and she had wanted to feel something other than despair for her sitation.

This though had been different. It was pure lust that had driven her to touch herself.

Lust directed at the one who had given her a second chance at life and the opportunity to see her daughter grow up, care for her and love her.

Rhaella knew that it wasn't right to have such thoughts for her saviour and vowed to herself to never taint his graciousness with such inappropiate actions again.

So when she broke her vows and once again touched herself only a few days later, while imagining Phenex being the one to pleasure her, a deep guilt settled in her heart, while the forbidden pleasure only became more intense and her fantasies more out of control with every repetition of this sinful act.