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Her violet eyes roamed over Elinda’s trembling form sprawled out on the bed, her thighs spread wide and her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
Elinda was a picture of beauty, and wanton need, her soft brown hair fanned out against the pillows, and her small breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but admire the sight before her—Elinda’s body, so beautifully open, so perfectly hers to command.
The girl’s sweet, slick cunt was still wet from their earlier play, glistening with the remnants of her arousal that dripped shamelessly down her inner thighs. Rhaenyra carefully fastened the straps of the harness around her hips, her fingers moving with deliberate precision, savoring each slow tug as the leather tightened against her skin.
She felt a thrill rush through her veins, anticipation buzzing just beneath the surface as she eyed the thick, ridged cock that jutted proudly from the harness. It was larger than any she’d ever used on Elinda, a monstrous length that would stretch the girl in ways she’d never been before, and Rhaenyra relished the thought.
Could she take it? Would she cry out, beg for it, struggle to accommodate every inch?
The idea sent a wicked shiver through her, her pulse quickening as she reached for the vial of oil.
She uncorked it with a soft pop, the rich, golden liquid glistening as she poured it generously over the cock, watching as it dripped down the veined surface. Rhaenyra’s hand moved slowly, purposefully, stroking the length as she spread the oil, coating every ridge with a slick sheen that caught the dim candlelight. The cock looked almost intimidating, glistening and ready, the ridges and veins promising a punishing stretch that Elinda had never felt before.
Rhaenyra’s mind wandered as she stroked the thick length.
She’ll whimper, she’ll gasp, she thinks, her grip tightening around the base as she imagined Elinda’s cunt stretching wide around it. But she’ll take it because she's a sweet obedient lady, and she was made to take whatever I give her.
The sight of Elinda’s glistening folds, her trembling body so ready and eager, made Rhaenyra’s blood run hot. She approached the bed, her eyes never leaving Elinda’s flushed, needy face.
“Roll over onto your belly,” Rhaenyra commanded, her voice low and firm, leaving no room for disobedience. Elinda quickly obeyed, her movements shaky as she flipped over, lifting her hips into the air and wiggling her arse enticingly.
Rhaenyra’s palm met Elinda’s bare arse with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room as the girl squealed, the noise a mix of surprise and pleasure.
“Come take me, Your Grace,” Elinda whimpered, her voice laced with desperation as she wiggled her hips, offering herself up like a gift. “Please… please… m-my queen.”
Rhaenyra’s gaze darkened with desire, her pulse quickening at the sight of Elinda’s dripping cunt, so perfectly presented, so utterly vulnerable.
Look at her, she thought, biting back a moan at the way Elinda’s body trembled, needy and open. She’s begging for it, begging to be fucked, and she doesn’t even know what I’m about to give her.
She could still taste the sweet, addictive flavor of her lady’s sweetness on her tongue, a delicious reminder of how she had devoured her earlier, drawing out every moan, every cry of pleasure. She’s mine to take, mine to ruin, and I’m going to make her remember this for days.
She climbed onto the bed, her knees pressing firmly against the mattress as she positioned herself behind Elinda. The girl’s arse was lifted high, her back arched beautifully as she waited, trembling, for whatever Rhaenyra would give her.
So perfect, Rhaenyra thought, admiring the way Elinda’s body seemed to offer itself up without question. So eager, so desperate. She’s ready, but she doesn’t even know how deep I’m going to take her.
Rhaenyra ran the thick head of the cock up and down Elinda’s slick folds, teasing her, pressing just enough to make the girl squirm but never quite pushing in.
Not yet.
She’ll have to earn it.
She’ll have to beg for every inch.
“Such a pretty sight,” Rhaenyra murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction as she watched Elinda’s body respond to her every touch. “Look at you, dripping for me. You want this, don’t you?”
Elinda’s breath hitched, her hands gripping the sheets as she pushed back against the teasing pressure.
“Yes, Your Grace,” she whimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow but filled with raw need. “Please, I want it. I need it. Please, fuck me, my queen.”
Rhaenyra’s smile was wicked as she stroked the length of the cock, feeling the weight of it in her hand.
“Good girl,” she purred, her tone laced with both praise and mockery. “Let’s see how well you can take it.”
She pressed the head of the cock against Elinda’s entrance, teasing her, feeling the slick heat of her folds as she slowly pushed forward.
Gods, look at her, Rhaenyra thought, watching with a ravenous hunger as Elinda’s body struggled to take the thick length.
The cock stretched Elinda’s cunt wide, her inner walls clenching instinctively as the thick length began to sink in. She’s always so tight, she mused, remembering how Elinda had squeezed around her fingers. Now, Rhaenyra could only imagine how the thick cock felt inside her, stretching her more than ever before.
Rhaenyra moved with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch as she watched the girl’s body struggle to accommodate the size, her muscles fluttering with the effort.
She’ll take it.
She has to.
I’ll make her take it all.
“Fuck,” Elinda moaned, her voice breaking as her arms gave out beneath her, her upper body collapsing onto the bed. Her arse stayed lifted, pressed firmly against Rhaenyra as she took the cock, inch by agonizing inch. “It’s so… so big… I can’t, Your Grace… it’s too much… so deep… so big...”
That’s right, feel it, she thinks, her gaze locked on the place where Elinda’s body stretched to accommodate the cock. Let it fill you until there’s nothing left but me.
Rhaenyra’s hand came down hard on Elinda’s arse, the sharp sting making the girl gasp as she arched further, her back curving beautifully as she took more of the cock inside her.
“You can handle it,” Rhaenyra growled, her tone filled with authority as she pumped her hips forward, pushing deeper. Fuck Elinda, struggling so perfectly. “You’re going to take every inch of this cock. I want your tight little cunt squeezing it, stretching around it.”
Elinda’s muffled moans filled the room, her breath coming in ragged pants as she struggled to adjust.
(The fullness was overwhelming, the thick ridges of the cock dragging against her sensitive walls, hitting spots that made her legs tremble and her vision blur. )
She’s squeezing so tight, Rhaenyra thought, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. Even though I can’t feel it, I know it’s driving her mad. Rhaenyra moved slowly at first, pulling back just enough to tease before plunging back in, the steady rhythm sending shockwaves of sensation through Elinda’s quivering body. This is what she was made for, to be stretched, filled, and taken by her loving queen.
“How does it feel, Elinda?” Rhaenyra taunted. “Does the cock feel good, stretching you wide? Tell me how it feels to be fucked like this.”
Elinda’s fingers clutched the sheets, her knuckles white as she tried to form a coherent response.
“It’s… ahhh…it’s so much,” she gasped, her voice shaky with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “I… I can feel it everywhere. It’s so thick… I can’t… oh gods…”
Rhaenyra’s hips moved faster, her thrusts becoming harder, more deliberate, as she drove the cock deeper into Elinda’s slick cunt. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the girl’s soft whimpers and the wet, obscene noises of her cunt. Her violet eyes were locked onto Elinda’s trembling form, taking in every arch of her back, every twitch of her thighs, every desperate moan that spilled from her lips.
“Look at you,” Rhaenyra growled, as she watched Elinda’s body respond to her every command. “Taking this cock so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be fucked, to be stretched, to take whatever I give you.”
Elinda’s body jerked with each thrust, her cunt clenching around the thick length as if trying to hold onto it, to keep it buried deep inside her. Her breath hitched, her moans growing louder, more frantic, as Rhaenyra’s relentless pace drove her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building, the sweet, agonizing tension that coiled in her belly, ready to snap.
“Your cunt is squeezing so tight,” Rhaenyra purred. Even if I can’t feel it, I know exactly what it’s doing to her, she savoring the way Elinda’s body shuddered and writhed beneath her. I’ve had my fingers inside her enough times to know how tight she gets, how perfectly she squeezes when she’s close. “Come on, sweet girl. Come for me. Let me feel you come undone on this cock.”
She’ll break on it, just like I want. Even if I can’t feel every pulse, I know she’s clenching so tight it’s making her see stars.
Elinda’s release hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing as she came hard, her cunt pulsing around the thick length that filled her so completely. She cried out, the sound muffled by the sheets as her hips bucked wildly, her release tearing through her with a force that left her gasping. Rhaenyra didn’t relent; she continued to thrust, driving the cock deeper, harder, as she watched Elinda unravel beneath her.
“Fuck, Elinda,” Rhaenyra breathed, her tone thick with pride and hunger as she watched Elinda quiver beneath her. So beautiful, so ruined, her eyes drinking in the sight of Elinda’s trembling form. “You’re dripping all over the place. Do you want to come again, sweet girl?” she teased, her thrusts slowing just enough to allow Elinda a moment to catch her breath, her first release still pulsing through her. She’s already been stretched so perfectly, worked so hard, Rhaenyra mused, her gaze fixated on the way Elinda’s body responded. Her cunt must be sore, but she’ll take more because she wants it, because she can’t help herself.
And I’ll keep pushing until there’s nothing left.
Elinda’s answer was muffled, her voice barely more than a breathless whimper as she managed to croak out a soft, desperate, “Yes… please, Your Grace.”
There was no hesitation, no sign of wanting to stop—just a raw, unbridled need that sent another rush of arousal through Rhaenyra.
“You want more, do you? You want to come all over this cock again?” She pulled back and slammed forward, her hips moving faster, harder, each thrust pushing Elinda’s limits further. She can barely take it, but she’s still begging for more. As she watched Elinda’s body struggle to keep up. The bed creaked under the force, the headboard slamming rhythmically against the stone wall.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Rhaenyra’s hand slid up the curve of Elinda’s back, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, forcing Elinda’s back to arch as she gasped. She knew exactly that this angle pushed the cock even deeper, and she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder, watching her slick body and her breasts bounce as she lost herself completely, surrendering to the pleasure that had taken over.
“You’re such a mess for me,” Rhaenyra growled, her lips brushing against Elinda’s ear as she spoke. “ You look so perfect like this, sweet girl. All needy and desperate, for your queen.”
Elinda whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut as she was yanked back, her body quivering as the cock filled her over and over again.
She’s lost in it, drowning, and I won’t let her surface until I’m done, she thinks, savoring every helpless moan as Elinda spiraled further into the haze of pleasure. I’ll keep her there, right on the edge, until she’s begging to come.
“I… I feel so good, Your Grace,” she moaned, her voice trembling as she struggled to keep herself together. “ahh..I’m gonna… I’m gonna—”
Rhaenyra yanked her hair again, harder this time, the sharp pull making Elinda cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“No,” Rhaenyra snarled, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. “Not yet. Not until I tell you to.”
She drove into her with renewed vigor, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room, mixing with Elinda’s helpless cries and the steady, rhythmic creak of the bed.
Rhaenyra’s grip tightened as she pounded into her.
“Slip your fingers down,” Rhaenyra ordered, her voice low and dangerous, “press that needy little clit of yours and circle it until I say you can come.”
(Elinda’s hand moved shakily between her legs, her fingers finding the swollen bud that pulsed with need. She circled it, her movements frantic and unsteady, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she fought to hold on.)
Rhaenyra watched with pride, reveling in the sight of Elinda on the verge of release.
“Look at you,” she sneered, her voice dripping with taunting delight. “You’re such a needy mess. Dripping and begging for it. Do you want to come, sweet girl? Do you want to come so badly you can’t even think straight?”
Elinda’s response was a garbled mix of moans and pleas, her hips grinding back against Rhaenyra’s thrusts as she chased the release that had been denied her.
Pathetic and perfect, Rhaenyra mused, her smile growing as she watched Elinda struggle, her body quivering with need.
“Please, Your Grace,” Elinda gasped, her voice choked with desperation. “I… I need to… please…”
Rhaenyra’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she watched Elinda squirm, her body trembling under the assault. She’s right there, so close, but I’m not letting her have it—not yet. She could imagine the way Elinda’s cunt tightened, the frantic pulse of her inner walls clenching around the cock as she hovered on the brink. She’ll take what I give her and nothing more.
“Mmmm… No,” Rhaenyra growled.
Elinda nodded weakly, her entire body trembling as she fought to obey, her fingers still working her clit, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. Rhaenyra’s thrusts grew faster, harder, the force of each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through Elinda’s overstimulated body.
She was right there, teetering on the edge, so close to falling apart.
Finally, Rhaenyra’s grip tightened, her voice a low, triumphant growl.
“You can come now, my sweet lady," she purred. “Come for me, Elinda. Come all over this cock, make your queen proud.”
Elinda’s body exploded into a second release ripping through her with a force that left her screaming, her cunt spasming wildly around the thick cock.
Like a storm unleashed, like a dam bursting open, Elinda’s entire body convulsed, her fingers pressing desperately against her clit as she came, her release soaking Rhaenyra’s thighs as she bucked and writhed in pure, unrestrained ecstasy.
She’s lost to it, drowning in the waves of her own pleasure, exactly as she should be.
Rhaenyra held her through it, her hand tangled in Elinda’s hair, her own breath ragged as she watched Elinda fall apart beneath her.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Just like that. Come for your queen.” Let it all go, let it all out.
You’re perfect when you’re like this, undone and ruined by my hand.