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The morning dew glistened on the emerald leaves of the Vale, creating a shimmering mosaic across the lush landscape. Rhaena Targaryen, a young and ambitious dragonrider, gazed out from her perch atop her sturdy steed, Sheepstealer, the air crisp and cool against her cheeks. The valley sprawled out before her, a serene sight that belied the tumult brewing in the rest of Westeros.

Guiding the dragon with a gentle touch and a softly spoken command, she steered him through the misty skies towards the jagged peaks that cradled the Eyrie. The castle, a marvel of stone and sky, loomed in the distance, its stark grandeur a stark contrast to the verdant embrace of the land below. Her heart raced as they drew closer, not from fear but from the excitement.

As they approached the castle, the dragon's wings cast shadows that danced over the courtyard, alerting the inhabitants to their arrival. Rhaena could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of the moment when the wild creature would be unveiled to Lady Arryn. She tightened her grip on the dragons scales, her knuckles white with determination.

They touched down in a graceful arc, the dragon's talons skimming the cobblestones before coming to a halt. The clatter of metal and the thump of booted feet grew closer as the castle guard rushed out to meet them. Rhaena slid from Sheepstealer's back, landing with a soft thud that echoed in the stillness. The dragon, sensing the change in his rider's demeanor, stilled, his fiery breaths coming in slow, steady puffs.

Turning to the captain of the guard, she spoke with authority, "Feed him well, but do not approach unless he allows it. He is a wild creature, not a pet to be coddled." The captain nodded, his eyes never leaving the dragon, a mix of fear and awe playing across his features.

Rhaena marched through the castle, her footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls, as the whispers of the court followed her like a ghostly chorus. She could feel the weight of their gazes, some curious, others hostile, but she held her head high. Her mission was clear.

Upon reaching the chamber of Lady Jeyne Arryn, she found the lady dressed in a gown of pale blue, the color of the morning sky. She looked up from her needlework, her eyes widening at the sight of Rhaena. "You've returned," she said, her voice a mix of relief and skepticism.

Rhaena nodded, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of victory. "I've brought you protection, my lady. A full grown dragon, as you requested." She gestured towards the balcony where the wild dragon could be seen in the courtyard, his scales glinting in the early light.

Jeyne set aside her embroidery, rising to her feet with a grace that belied her age. She moved to the balcony, her eyes widening as she took in the creature that had been causing havoc in her lands. "Is that...?" she began, her voice trailing off as she recognized the notorious dragon.

"Indeed, it is Sheepstealer," Rhaena confirmed, a hint of pride in her voice. "He is now under our control, and at your service."

Lady Jeyne stepped closer to the edge of the balcony, her hand reaching out as if to touch the dragon, though she knew better than to attempt such a thing. "How did you manage to claim him? He's been elusive for years," she asked, her eyes alight with amazement.

Rhaena smiled, a hint of mischief playing on her lips. "With patience and a touch of courage," she replied. "I tracked him to his lair and gave him an offering. It was not an easy task."

Jeyne nodded, her eyes never leaving the dragon. "I am in your debt, Rhaena," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Your valor is to be commended."

Rhaena felt a warmth spread through her chest. "The safety of the Vale is worth any risk, my lady," she responded, her eyes shining.

Jeyne looked at her, a newfound respect in her gaze. "Indeed it is," she murmured. "And now, with a dragon to guard us, our chances in this war are greatly improved."

The two women watched as the dragon below began to explore his new surroundings, his movements cautious but not overtly hostile. The courtyard buzzed with the whispers of the smallfolk, their eyes wide with wonder and fear as they caught glimpses of the creature that had once been a symbol of terror. "He's magnificent," Jeyne breathed, her hand resting on the cool stone railing.

"He is," Rhaena agreed. "But he's also a weapon in this war. With Sheepstealer by our side, the Vale will not be easily conquered."

Lady Jeyne studied her, the wheels in her mind visibly turning. Rhaena could almost see the calculations being made, the future of their alliance recalibrating in the woman's eyes. The lady's gaze was no longer one of mere gratitude, but of consideration and perhaps something more.

"You are quite the surprising young lady," Jeyne murmured, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "To conquer such a beast, you must possess a strength beyond your years." Rhaena felt the weight of the compliment, and her chest swelled with pride. She knew that in this moment, she had earned more than just the lady's thanks.

"Thank you, my lady," she replied, her eyes never leaving Jeyne's. "It was an honor to be of service to the Vale and to House Arryn."

Lady Jeyne's smile grew more pronounced, the lines around her eyes crinkling. "Your valor is not lost on me," she said, stepping closer to Rhaena. "Nor is your lineage. House Targaryen has ever been a force to be reckoned with."

Rhaena felt a thrill run through her. The air in the room had changed, charged with something new and unspoken. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, but she recognized it as a form of power. It was the power of respect, of potential alliance, of a bond forged in the face of danger.

Lady Jeyne's gaze lingered on her, and Rhaena knew she was being measured. The lady's eyes searched hers, looking for signs of the Queen she served, the dragon she had claimed, the warrior she had proven to be. Rhaena met her gaze unflinchingly, her own eyes reflecting the fiery spirit of the dragon outside.

"Your valor does not only lie in your actions, Lady Rhaena," Jeyne said, her voice low and melodious. "There is a fire within you that is as captivating as it is formidable." Rhaena felt her cheeks warm under the scrutiny, and she ducked her head, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected flirtation.

"My lady," she managed, her voice a tad unsteady. "Your kindness overwhelms me."

Jeyne's hand hovered for a moment, then gently tucked the errant white dreadlock behind Rhaena's ear, her touch as soft as a feather's caress. The gesture was intimate, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between them. Rhaena felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart skipping a beat.

"We shall feast tonight in honor of your victory," Lady Arryn declared, her voice regaining its regal composure. "The Vale has much to celebrate."

Rhaena nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. The dragon's presence was a symbol of their unity, a declaration to their enemies that the Eyrie would not stand alone. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had also captured more than just a creature of legend.

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The hours before the feast passed in a flurry of activity. Rhaena, still reeling from the intensity of the morning's events, allowed the castle's finest maids to fuss over her. They bathed her in scented water and dressed her in a gown of deep crimson that clung to her lithe form. The fabric was light, almost ethereal, yet it shimmered with a fiery intensity that mirrored the beast she had tamed.

Her heart fluttered with excitement and nerves as she was led to the Great Hall, the very place where she had first laid eyes on Lady Jeyne. The room had been transformed into a vision of opulence, banners of the Arryn falcon and the Targaryen dragon adorning the walls and ceiling. The smell of roasting meats and baked goods filled the air, making her stomach growl in anticipation.

The feast had been laid out with precision, a veritable banquet that reflected the wealth and status of House Arryn. The long wooden tables groaned under the weight of silver platters piled high with food, while the goblets gleamed with the promise of fine wines and rich meads. The guests, dressed in their finest garb, chatted in hushed tones.

Rhaena took her seat beside Lady Arryn, who looked resplendent in a gown of silk and moonstone, the color of which complemented her brown hair. The Lady of the Eyrie's gaze held a warmth that was new to Rhaena, and she found herself blushing under the scrutiny. The hall grew quiet as the dragon's roar echoed through the open windows, a reminder of the power now at their command.

The feast began with a procession of dishes that were as much a feast for the eyes as they were for the palate. The first course was a delicate pheasant, its skin a crispy golden brown, served with a sweet sauce that made Rhaena's mouth water. Each bite was a symphony of flavors that seemed to dance on her tongue, and she couldn't help but glance at Jeyne to see if she enjoyed it as much. The lady's eyes met hers, and she gave a small nod of approval, her smile hinting at shared pleasure.

As the evening progressed and the wine flowed freely, Jeyne leaned closer, her voice a soft whisper amidst the din. "Your dragon is quite the spectacle, Rhaena," she said, her gaze flickering towards the open windows where the beast could be heard. "He has brought fear to the hearts of many, and now he is our shield."

Rhaena nodded, feeling the weight of the dragon's presence outside the castle walls. She knew that with Sheepstealer, the Vale's power had grown tenfold. "He will serve us well," she assured her host, her voice steady despite the nerves that fluttered in her stomach.

The conversations grew livelier as the night went on, the tension of the day's earlier events giving way to a cautious optimism. The lords and ladies of the Vale were eager to hear tales of Rhaena's daring capture, and she recounted the story with a flair that had them leaning in, eyes wide with wonder. She omitted the part where she had almost lost her life, focusing instead on the bond that had formed between her and the beast.

As the meal drew to a close, a hush fell over the hall. The doors at the far end opened, revealing a troupe of entertainers, their faces painted with intricate designs that gleamed in the candlelight. They performed a dance that told the story of the Vale's history, the graceful movements of the dancers weaving a tapestry of battles won and lost, of love and loyalty. Rhaena watched with rapt attention, the music resonating within her.

The final act of the performance was a breathtaking display of acrobatics, the dancers performing impossible feats that drew gasps from the audience. The grand finale had them leaping through rings of fire, their silk garments billowing out around them like fiery phoenixes. The flames reflected in Rhaena's eyes, and she felt a kinship with them, as if the dragon's spirit had found its way into the heart of the entertainment.

As the last notes of the music faded, Lady Jeyne turned to her with a gleam in her eye. "The night is still young, and we have much to discuss," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent a thrill through Rhaena. "Would you care to join me in my solar?"

Rhaena nodded, the anticipation building within her as they left the warmth of the Great Hall. The solar was a cozy sanctum, the roaring fire casting flickering shadows across the room. The walls were lined with shelves of books and scrolls, speaking of Jeyne's intellect and curiosity. A balcony offered a view of the moonlit courtyard, where she could see Sheepstealer, his fiery breath warming the night air.

The lady poured them both a goblet of wine, the deep red liquid swirling like a crimson dance. They sat on a plush divan, the silence between them thick with unspoken understanding. Jeyne took a sip, her eyes never leaving Rhaena's. "The Vale has been isolated for too long," she began, her voice a soft caress. "With the dragon's protection, we may finally be able to forge the alliances we need to survive this war."

Rhaena nodded, her mind racing with the implications of such a move. "My queen will be pleased to hear of our newfound strength," she said carefully.

Lady Jeyne set her goblet down, her hand finding Rhaena's. "As will I," she murmured, her thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of the dragonrider's hand. "But alliances are more than just strategic moves. They are built on trust and... mutual understanding."

The implication was clear, and Rhaena felt her pulse quicken. The warmth of Jeyne's hand seemed to spread through her body, igniting a fire that matched the one outside. She knew what was being offered, and the temptation was almost too much to bear. "I understand," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lady Arryn leaned in, her breath a sweet scent of berries and wine. "I believe we could find great comfort in one another's company," she said, her eyes searching Rhaena's for any hint of hesitation. But Rhaena felt none. The connection between them was palpable, a bond that transcended their titles and lands.

Rhaena's heart raced as she leaned closer, her gaze locked with Jeyne's. The room seemed to spin, the flickering shadows dancing around them like whispers of the future. She knew this alliance could mean much more than mere protection for the Vale; it could be the key to shifting the balance of power in Westeros.

Their lips met, a gentle brush of heat that grew into a fiery embrace. Rhaena felt the warmth of Jeyne's breath mingle with her own, their hearts beating in a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the castle. The kiss deepened, the promise of a future unfurling before them like a banner in the wind.

Lady Arryn's hand slid up Rhaena's arm, tracing the muscles that had held onto Sheepstealer's scales with such determination. Her touch was light, yet it sent bolts of electricity through the dragonrider's body. Rhaena's own hand found its way to Jeyne's waist, the fabric of her gown cool under her fingertips.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies leaning into each other as if magnetically drawn. Rhaena felt the softness of Jeyne's ample breasts pressed against her own, the gentle swell of them hinting at the passion that lay beneath the layers of silk and lace. The Lady of the Eyrie's skin was smooth and warm, her ass a perfect handful as Rhaena's hand moved lower.

"Ah, you are as fiery as your dragon," Jeyne whispered, breaking the kiss to nip at Rhaena's earlobe. "Your touch is like a flame, igniting the deepest parts of me."

Rhaena's hand slid further down, cupping the firm yet plush mound of Jeyne's ass, feeling the heat of her arousal through the layers of fabric. "Your beauty is matched only by the strength of your spirit," she murmured in response, her voice thick with desire.

Jeyne's hand drifted up to Rhaena's neck, her fingertips tracing the line of her collarbone before finding the soft flesh of her breast. She teased the nipple through the crimson dress, feeling it harden into a tight peak under her touch. "Your valor is intoxicating," she breathed, her eyes darkening as she leaned in to capture Rhaena's mouth once more.

The dragonrider's own hands grew more bold, her fingers deftly unlacing the back of Jeyne's gown. The material fell away, revealing the fullness of her breasts, the pale skin tipped with rose, hardened nipples that begged for Rhaena's attention. She took one in her mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh with her tongue as Jeyne gasped into the kiss.

"Ah, Rhaena," the lady murmured, her hand sliding down to the other breast, cupping and squeezing it gently. "Your hunger matches mine."

Rhaena's own breath grew ragged as she continued her ministrations, her mouth moving to the other peak, after she pushed the hand away her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. Lady Arryn's moans grew louder, her grip on Rhaena's neck tightening as the pleasure mounted within her. Rhaena felt the heat between her legs, a wetness that grew more insistent with each passing second.

Jeyne pulled Rhaena by the hair, gently yet firmly, guiding her back to her lips. Their kiss grew more fervent as their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring the curves and contours that lay hidden beneath their clothes. Rhaena's own gown was now in disarray, the fabric bunched up around her waist, revealing her slender legs and the dampness of her desire.

The lady's hand slipped beneath Rhaena's skirt, her fingertips brushing against the soft mound of her sex. Rhaena gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the unexpected touch. "You are so wet," Jeyne murmured, her voice a dark thrill that sent shivers down Rhaena's spine. "Your body calls out for me, just as your dragon answers to your command."

Jeyne's hand grew more insistent, her thumb circling Rhaena's clit with a gentle yet firm pressure. Rhaena's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation of the lady's skilled touch. The desk loomed before her, a silent witness to their passion. Jeyne moved Rhaena backwards until her knees met the unforgiving wood, the dragonrider's legs trembling slightly with anticipation.

"Up." Lady Arryn instructed, her voice a velvety command that Rhaena couldn't resist. She settled onto the desk, her legs spread wide as Jeyne knelt before her, her mouth watering at the sight of the young Targaryen's slick folds, her eyes meeting Rhaena's for a moment before she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar that awaited her.

Rhaena's eyes rolled back in her head as Jeyne's tongue danced over her clit, the gentle pressure building a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter her control. The Lady of the Eyrie was insatiable, her mouth a maelstrom of passion that left Rhaena's thighs quivering. "Please," Rhaena gasped, her hips arching towards the woman who had so quickly become both her ally and her lover.

Lady Arryn took her time, her tongue delving into the wetness of Rhaena's folds, savoring every drop of her arousal. Her fingers slid inside, finding the warm, tight channel that was already clenching around the promise of release. The dragonrider's body was a symphony of sensation, each moan and whimper a sweet note that urged her on.

Rhaena's hips bucked as Jeyne's fingers moved with a rhythm that mirrored the beating of her own heart. The room swam around her, the candlelight playing across the lady's face as she worked her magic. "Yes," she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

Jeyne's eyes flicked up, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she watched the dragonrider's reaction. She added a third finger, feeling Rhaena's tightness clench around her. "So eager," she murmured, her voice a dark promise that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Rhaena's body.

Rhaena couldn't respond, the sensations too intense. She could feel her orgasm building, a dragon's roar in her own chest, ready to be unleashed. Jeyne's mouth and fingers worked in tandem, a symphony of pleasure that had Rhaena's hips rocking in time with her ministrations. "Jeyne," she moaned, the name a prayer on her lips.

The lady's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched the dragonrider's reaction. Her own breaths grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with the exertion. "Come for me, Rhaena," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent Rhaena over the edge. The climax crashed over her, a wave of ecstasy that left her trembling and gasping for air.

Jeyne's tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, drawing out every last drop of pleasure as Rhaena's orgasm rolled through her in endless waves. "That's it," she murmured, her voice soothing, like a gentle breeze caressing Rhaena's fevered skin. "Let it all go."

Rhaena's eyes snapped open, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she met Jeyne's gaze. The lady's eyes were dark with passion, her cheeks flushed with the same arousal that had claimed the dragonrider. "Again," Rhaena breathed, the word a desperate plea that seemed to resonate through the very stones of the castle.

Jeyne chuckled, a sound that was both amused and predatory. "Greedy girl," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Rhaena's. She leaned in, her tongue sliding back over the sensitive nub of her clit, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her body.

Rhaena's back arched, her fingers digging into the wood of the desk. "More," she begged, the word a breathless whisper that seemed to hang in the air. The lady's mouth grew more insistent, her tongue flicking and teasing with a skill that left Rhaena's knees threatening to buckle.

Lady Arryn's hand slid up, cupping one of Rhaena's firm, round breasts through the fabric, her thumb playing with the taut nipple. The dragonrider moaned, her hips grinding against the lady's face as the pleasure grew unbearable. "You taste like honey and fire," Jeyne murmured, her voice muffled by the soft folds of Rhaena's sex.

The dragonrider's hands found the lady's hair, tangling in the soft tresses as she held her closer. "Don't stop," Rhaena breathed, her voice thick with desire. The gentle tugging grew more urgent, the sensations coiling tightly in her belly. Her eyes rolled back, and she felt a second orgasm begin to build, a dragon's roar echoing in the silence of the chamber.

Jeyne's skilled fingers worked in perfect harmony, plunging in and out of Rhaena's tight, wet channel while her tongue played with the swollen clit. The young Targaryen's body responded with a fervor that seemed to match the fiery beast outside, her hips rising to meet each thrust. The sound of wetness filled the air, punctuated by the lady's muffled moans of satisfaction.

Rhaena's eyes locked onto Jeyne's, the flames of passion burning bright in her gaze. "Your... your mouth... it's... it's like... " she panted, unable to find the words to describe the exquisite torture she was experiencing.

"Tell me," Jeyne demanded, her own breathing heavy with desire. She pulled back slightly, her eyes never leaving Rhaena's. "What does it feel like?"

Rhaena's body was a tapestry of sensations, each thread woven tighter by the lady's expert touch. "It's... it's like... " she gasped, struggling to find the words to convey the intensity of her need. "It's as if your mouth is the flame that breathes life into the dragon, and I am the creature at your mercy."

Jeyne's eyes sparkled with a dark delight, her smile predatory as she took Rhaena's words as both praise and challenge. She slipped another finger into the dragonrider's tight hole, feeling the wet heat clench around her as she pumped in a steady rhythm. "Is that what you want?" she whispered, her breath hot against Rhaena's throbbing clit. "To be consumed by the fire?"

"Yes," Rhaena groaned, her hips bucking wildly. "Yes, consume me." The words were a plea, a declaration of surrender to the passion that had ignited between them.

Jeyne took the invitation, her mouth descending once more with a fervor that spoke of a hunger that matched the dragonrider's own. Her tongue danced around the swollen nub of Rhaena's clit, teasing it mercilessly as her fingers pumped in and out of the tight, slick channel. The dragonrider's body responded with a series of tremors, her legs quivering as she felt the orgasm build once more.

"Oh gods," Rhalena moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure grew. "It's... it's too much." But she didn't want it to stop, the sensations a fiery embrace that seemed to melt the very core of her being. Her body felt alive in a way it never had before, each stroke of Jeyne's tongue a spark that added to the conflagration within.

Lady Arryn's eyes gleamed with triumph as she watched Rhaena's body respond to her touch. Her own arousal was palpable, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. She knew she had the dragonrider at her mercy, and she reveled in the power it gave her.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice a low, throaty purr. Rhaena's eyes snapped open, the fire in them meeting the hunger in Jeyne's. The lady's gaze held hers as she continued her relentless assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves, her fingers working their magic inside her. "Say it," she whispered, her voice a dark command that sent a shiver down Rhaena's spine.

"I... I am yours," Rhaena gasped out, the words a declaration that seemed to set her soul alight. "Your... your flame... it consumes me."

Jeyne's eyes flared with desire, and she increased her pace, her tongue flicking rapidly over Rhaena's clit as she felt the dragonrider's body tighten. Rhaena's eyes were wide, her pupils dilated with passion, as she watched the lady who had claimed not just her heart but also her body.

The tension grew unbearable, the dragonrider's moans filling the chamber. "Jeyne," she whispered, her voice a shaky plea. "Please... "

Jeyne's response was to curl her fingers inside Rhaena, feeling the tightness of her grip around her digits. Rhaena's back arched, her eyes flying open as she cried out, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. "You're mine," Jeyne murmured against her sex, her breath hot against the slick flesh.

Rhaena could only nod, her body lost to the sensations that Jeyne was drawing out of her. She had never felt so alive, so claimed by another's touch. It was as if the dragon that was part of her soul had been set free, and it reveled in the fire that the lady of the Eyrie had unleashed.

The room around them seemed to spin as the orgasm took hold, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle. Rhaena's moans grew louder, echoing through the chamber as her body writhed in ecstasy. She felt the warmth of her release coating Jeyne's hand, the sticky sweetness of it a testament to the intensity of her passion.

Her climax rolled through her in waves, each one more powerful than the last, as the lady below her worked her with a dedication that was almost worshipful. "Jeyne," she screamed, her voice a raw, primal sound that seemed to resonate with the beating of her own heart.

The lady's eyes never left hers, the hunger in them a mirror to the flames that danced in Rhaena's own gaze. Her body was a living testament to the power of desire, her breasts heaving with each gasp for breath, her nipples standing proud and sensitive to the cool air.

Jeyne's fingers, coated in the warmth of her arousal, withdrew from Rhaena's tight channel, only to be replaced by the soft, wet heat of the lady's mouth. The dragonrider's eyes widened in shock and pleasure, her back arching off the desk as the lady's tongue delved deep within her. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced before, the feeling of being filled and claimed in a way that transcended the physical.

With a final, lingering lick, Jeyne pulled away, her gaze holding Rhaena's as she stood. The dragonrider felt a sudden emptiness, a yearning that was only intensified by the sight of the lady's own desire-flushed face. Jeyne's eyes were dark with need, her mouth glistening with Rhaena's juices. Without a word, she reached out and wiped the remnants from her chin with her thumb, bringing it to Rhaena's lips for her to taste.

Rhaena took the offered digit, her eyes never leaving Jeyne's as she sucked the sweetness from her skin. The lady's eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her as the dragonrider's tongue swirled around her thumb. The intimate gesture seemed to stoke the fire between them, the air thickening with unspoken desires.

"Your taste is intoxicating," Jeyne murmured, her voice a soft caress against Rhaena's skin. "I could feast on you forever."

Rhaena's eyes searched hers, the passion in her gaze a mirror to the fire that had been kindled within her. She released the digit and reached out, her hand cupping Jeyne's cheek, drawing her closer for a kiss that was both gentle and fierce. Their lips met, the connection electric, a promise of the passion that awaited them.

Jeyne's mouth was a warm, welcoming heat, her tongue sliding against Rhaena's with a skill that had the dragonrider's toes curling. Her own hands found the lady's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against one another. The fabric of her garments was the only barrier between them.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the two women tasted each other's passion. Rhaena's hand slid down, tracing the curve of Jeyne's ass, feeling the firm muscles. The lady's hips ground into her, the friction sending sparks of desire through her veins. She knew that she had to feel more, had to claim Jeyne in the same way she had been claimed.

Breaking away from the kiss, Rhaena slid off the desk, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. She reached for the ties that held her own gown in place, her eyes never leaving the lady's. With trembling hands, she undid them one by one, the fabric falling away to reveal the pale, flawless skin beneath.

Her breasts were small but pert, the nipples a dark brown that begged to be kissed. Jeyne's gaze followed the fabric as it pooled at Rhaena's feet, now that the garment fell away, revealing a body that was both strong and soft, the curves of her breasts and hips a testament to her status as a woman of the House Targaryen.

Rhaena stepped closer, her hand sliding up Jeyne's body to cup her breast. The lady gasped, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. The dragonrider's thumb traced the outline of her nipple, the peak growing taut beneath her touch. "Your body is a work of art," Rhaena whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Jeyne's own hand mirrored the motion, her palm pressing against Rhaena's firm chest. "And yours," she murmured, "is a masterpiece." The dragonrider's skin was warm and smooth, the soft mounds of her breasts begging for more attention.

Rhaena's thumb brushed over Jeyne's nipple, eliciting a shiver from the lady. "You're so beautiful," she said, her voice a reverent whisper. She leaned in, her mouth capturing the sensitive peak, drawing it into the warm cavern of her mouth.

Jeyne's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Rhaena's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. Her hands found the dragonrider's ass, her palms cupping the firm, round cheeks as she pulled her closer. Rhaena's own moan vibrated against Jeyne's skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Rhaena's other hand slid down to the apex of Jeyne's thighs, her fingertips brushing against the lady's sex. She felt the heat radiating from her, a silent demand for more. "You're so wet," Rhaena murmured, her voice thick with need. "So ready for me."

Jeyne's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Rhaena's. "Take me," she breathed, the words a command that sent a thrill through the dragonrider. She didn't need to be told twice.

With a growl that was almost feral, Rhaena pushed the lady back onto the desk, the sound of the parchments rustling beneath them. She spread Jeyne's legs wide, her own eyes feasting on the sight before her. The lady's pussy was a delicate shade of pink, the lips already swollen and glistening with desire. Rhaena's own sex was slick with need, her clit pulsing with anticipation.

Leaning in, she took a deep breath, savoring the scent of Jeyne's arousal. It was intoxicating, a scent that seemed to be a blend of the Vale's sweet summer air and the smoky scent of the dragon's fire. Without hesitation, she buried her face between the lady's thighs, her tongue sliding through the wet folds to find the hidden treasure beneath.

Jeyne's body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping her as Rhaena's tongue found her clit. It was a soft, gentle touch that grew more insistent, the dragonrider's mouth moving with a rhythm that seemed to mimic the beat of their racing hearts. "Rhaena," she breathed, the sound of her own name on the lady's lips sending a thrill through her.

Rhaena felt a rush of power, a sense of control that was as heady as it was surprising. She had never been with a woman before, but she knew instinctively what to do, as if the dragon's fiery spirit had imbued her with a new, primal knowledge. Her tongue circled the sensitive nub, feeling it swell beneath her touch, the taste of Jeyne's desire coating her mouth.

"Oh gods," Jeyne panted, her hips bucking upward, her legs quivering. "Your tongue... it's... " she could not find the words to express the exquisite sensations that Rhaena's mouth was wringing from her body. Her own hands were fists in the dragonrider's hair, holding her in place, guiding her, demanding more.

Rhaena felt a fierce satisfaction at the lady's undoing, her own desire building as she tasted Jeyne's sweetness. She slid a finger inside the slick warmth of her, feeling the tightness, the heat, the quiver of muscles around her digit. It was a feeling of power, of claiming something precious, something that had been denied to so many.

"Oh, Rhaena," Jeyne moaned, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her breaths coming in quick, shallow pants. "You... you're... " she couldn't finish, her words lost to the sensation of Rhaena's skilled tongue and fingers.

Rhaena felt the lady's body tighten around her, the muscles of her inner walls gripping her digit with a fierce intensity that spoke of an approaching climax. She increased her pace, her tongue flicking rapidly over the swollen nub. Jeyne's moans grew louder, the sound a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate through the very air of the chamber.

Her own arousal grew, the slickness between her thighs a testament to the fire that had been kindled within her. Rhaena slid another finger into the warm embrace of Jeyne's body, feeling the lady's pussy clench around her as she sought to reach deeper.

"More," Jeyne begged, her voice a desperate whisper that sent a shiver down the dragonrider's spine. "I need... "

Rhaena understood the unspoken plea, her own body aching for release. She slid a third finger into the lady's tight hole, feeling her walls quiver around the intrusion. Jeyne's hips bucked upward, her moans growing louder, her body a testament to the pleasure that was building within her.

"Oh, yes," the lady of the Eyrie gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. "Like that, just... just like that." Rhaena curled her fingers inside her, finding the spot that made Jeyne's body shiver, and pressed harder, her own arousal spiking with each whimper that fell from the lady's lips.

The sound of wetness filled the room, a testament to their shared passion, and Rhaena couldn't resist the urge to look up. Jeyne's eyes were locked on her, pupils blown wide, her gaze dark with need. The sight was intoxicating, and Rhaena felt her own desire climb higher, her clit pulsing with the beat of the dragon's heart. "You're so... tight," she murmured, the words a mix of awe and lust.

Jeyne's breath hitched, her eyes never leaving Rhaena's. "Please," she begged, the desperation in her voice a siren's call. Rhaena knew that she could not deny her, not when she was so close to the edge.

With a final twist of her fingers and a flick of her tongue, Lady Arryn's body arched off the desk, her back bowing in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her muscles tightened around Rhaena's hand, her pussy pulsing with the force of her climax. The dragonrider felt the rush of power as she watched the lady come apart beneath her, her own body trembling with the effort of holding back her own release.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Jeyne's eyes opened, her gaze hazy with satisfaction. She looked down at Rhaena, her chest heaving with the exertion, the sweat beading on her skin like drops of dew on a rose. "My dear," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "you have conquered more than a dragon today."

Rhaena smiled up at her, the corners of her lips curving in a way that spoke of a shared victory. "And you, my lady," she replied, her eyes gleaming with mirth, "have captured a heart."

Jeyne reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she traced the line of Rhaena's jaw. "I had no idea such beauty and fierceness could be found in one so young," she murmured, her voice filled with a newfound affection that made the dragonrider's pulse race.

Chapter Text

The next day dawned with the same crisp beauty as the one that had seen Rhaena's triumphant return. The Vale stretched out below the Eyrie, its lush greenery unmarred by the shadows of the impending war that lurked just beyond the horizon. Yet, the castle was ablaze with a newfound energy, the whispers of the night before swirling through the corridors like the mist that clung to the jagged peaks.

Rhaena woke early, the light of the rising sun painting her chamber in shades of gold and amber. She had slept fitfully, her dreams filled with the fiery passion of the night. The memory of Lady Jeyne's touch was still a warm brand on her skin, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of the alliance they had forged in the heat of desire.

Dressing quickly, she made her way through the quiet halls of the Eyrie, her thoughts on the dragon she had claimed. She had felt a strange kinship with Sheepstealer, a bond that had grown stronger in the aftermath of their union. The creature had become more than a weapon; he was now a symbol of her power and a living, breathing emblem of the trust that had been placed in her by the lady of the Vale.

The sun had barely crested the mountains when Rhaena reached the dragon in the courtyard. The beast was already awake, his fiery eyes watching her approach with an intelligent gaze that seemed to pierce through her very soul.

"Good morrow, Sheepstealer," she called out, her voice echoing off the stone walls. The dragon's head swiveled, his snout raising in a silent greeting. The creature looked magnificent, his scales gleaming with the early light, his wings stretching wide in a display of power that made her heart race.

Approaching with care, Rhaena offered the dragon a chunk of freshly roasted deer, watching as his teeth tore through the flesh with a crunch that seemed to resonate through the very ground beneath her. His eyes never left hers.

The connection between them was palpable, a silent understanding that had grown stronger overnight. She could sense his eagerness to fly again, to feel the wind beneath his wings and the warmth of the sun on his scales. It was a feeling she shared.

Rhaena reached out and stroked Sheepstealer's snout, feeling the warmth of his breath against her hand. His eyes, the color of molten gold, searched hers, and she swore she could see a hint of affection in their fiery depths. As she petted him, she became aware of a presence behind her.

Turning, she saw Lady Jeyne standing in the archway, her eyes on the dragon, a look of fascination and perhaps a hint of jealousy in her gaze. The lady of the Eyrie was dressed in a simple gown of pale blue, the same color as the first light of dawn, and her hair was loose around her shoulders. She looked like a vision, and Rhaena felt her own heart stutter in her chest.

"Your dragon seems quite fond of you," Jeyne said, her voice tinged with awe. "I had not realized how... captivating the bond between rider and beast truly is."

Rhaena nodded, her eyes back on the creature before her. "It's a bond unlike any other. A bond of trust and power, of fear and love."

"Indeed," Lady Jeyne mused, her gaze lingering on the dragon before shifting to Rhaena. "A bond that could sway battles and secure alliances."

Rhaena felt the weight of the lady's words, understanding the implications. She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Jeyne's. "Would you like to come closer?" she offered, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "To see the true majesty of the creature?"

Jeyne's eyes lit up with excitement, and she took a tentative step forward. Rhaena could see the fear and fascination warring within her, a reflection of the emotions she had felt when she had first laid eyes on Sheepstealer. The dragon looked up, his eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their fiery depths. She nodded, and with a gentle rumble, he lowered his head, allowing the lady to approach.

Guiding Jeyne's hand to the dragon's neck, Rhaena watched as the lady's fingers trembled against the rough, warm scales. The dragon's muscles rippled beneath her touch, and she felt the power that surged through him, the promise of destruction and protection that was now an extension of herself.

Jeyne's eyes grew wide with wonder as she tentatively stroked Sheepstealer's neck, the creature's head swiveling to gaze at her, his pupils narrowing to slits. "He's... magnificent," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of awe and trepidation.

Rhaena felt a swell of pride in her chest. "He is," she agreed, her voice steady despite the racing of her pulse. "And now he is ours."

Lady Arryn's eyes searched hers, a silent question lingering in their depths. Rhaena knew what she was asking, but she wasn't ready to give voice to the thoughts that danced around her mind like shadows in the candlelight. Instead, she took a step closer, allowing her hand to rest on Jeyne's arm. The lady's skin was soft, the warmth of her body a stark contrast to the cool scales of the dragon beside them.

Rhaena took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of the early morning—a mix of dew-kissed flowers and the faint scent of Jeyne's perfume, a heady bouquet of jasmine and vanilla that seemed to wrap around her senses like a lover's embrace. She studied the lady before her, the soft curve of her cheek, the arch of her brow, the fullness of her lips—each feature a testament to the beauty that had captured her heart as surely as she had captured the dragon's.

Jeyne's gaze remained on the dragon, but Rhaena knew she could feel the weight of her scrutiny, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them like a promise unfulfilled. The dragonrider couldn't help but admire the way the light played off the lady's skin, casting her in a soft glow that made her look almost ethereal. Her eyes, the color of storm clouds, were a window to a soul that was as fierce as the beast beside her.

The dragon's head dipped low, allowing Jeyne to run her fingers along the line of his jaw, the scales smooth and surprisingly warm to the touch. Rhaena felt a thrill of pleasure as the creature allowed such a display of trust. "He's quite the charmer," she said, her voice a low purr.

Jeyne's eyes sparkled with amusement. "As are you, Lady Rhaena," she replied, her hand dropping to Rhaena's arm. "Your valor and your beauty are a potent combination."

Rhaena felt the warmth of the lady's hand, the gentle squeeze of her fingers sending a thrill through her body. She had never been one for flattery, but coming from Jeyne, it felt like a warm embrace from the sun. "Thank you," she murmured, her cheeks flushing.

"Your own beauty is not lost on me," Rhaena said, her eyes lingering on Jeyne's soft smile. "Your grace is matched only by the grandeur of the Vale itself."

The lady of the Eyrie blushed, a charming sight that made Rhaena's heart flutter. "Your words are as kind as your actions," she replied, her voice a gentle caress. "What say you to a private walk? I wish to discuss our future strategies in more detail."

Rhaena nodded eagerly, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of being alone with Jeyne. "As you wish, my lady," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. They made their way through the castle, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat that simmered between them.

The corridors were dimly lit by flickering torches, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Their footsteps echoed off the cold, hard surfaces, the only sound in the otherwise silent halls. Rhaena could feel the tension building with each step they took, a tension that was not entirely about war strategies.

"Your dragon is quite the conversation piece," Lady Arryn said, her voice a soft purr that sent shivers down Rhaena's spine. "He is a testament to your... persuasive nature."

Rhaena grinned, the compliment warming her. "Indeed," she replied, her voice low and seductive. "And your lands are a testament to your own strength. The Vale is a bastion of peace and beauty amidst the chaos of Westeros."

Jeyne's eyes searched hers, a hint of something unspoken in their depths. "We must ensure it stays that way," she said, her voice a whisper that seemed to hold a hidden meaning.

They reached a secluded courtyard, the only sound the gentle trickle of a fountain in the center. The water spilled from a carving of a falcon's mouth, the symbol of House Arryn, into a pool surrounded by fragrant flowers that filled the air with their sweet scent.

"Here, let us sit," Lady Arryn gestured to a bench. They sat side by side, the warmth from their bodies mingling. Rhaena felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of what was unfolding between them.

Jeyne's hand found hers, her grip firm but gentle. "Your valor is not lost on me, Rhaena," she began, her voice a soft caress. "To conquer such a beast... it is a feat that speaks to a strength of character, a fiery spirit that I find quite... captivating."

Rhaena's heart skipped a beat, the lady's words sending a warm shiver down her spine. She looked into Jeyne's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, any hint that she had misread the situation. But all she found was an intensity that mirrored her own. "As is your grace and wisdom, my lady," she responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Their hands remained entwined, the silence stretching between them like a tightly pulled bowstring. Then, without warning, Lady Jeyne leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss that held the promise of more, a kiss that spoke of hidden desires and the thrill of the forbidden.

Rhaena's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into it, her body responding to the lady's touch with an eagerness she hadn't anticipated. The kiss grew more heated, their tongues dancing together in a silent declaration of want.

Her hand found its way to Jeyne's neck, her fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone before sliding into the soft, fragrant hair that fell around her shoulders. The lady's skin was hot beneath her touch, the rapid beat of her pulse matching the rhythm of their kiss.

Rhaena felt a surge of power, a fiery heat that seemed to mirror the dragon's own flames. It was a heady sensation, one that made her want to conquer, to claim, to possess. Yet, she knew that this was more than just desire; it was a connection forged in the face of danger, a bond that transcended the mere physical.

Pulling away from the kiss, she looked into Lady Arryn's eyes, her own burning with a need she had never felt before. "Jeyne," she whispered, her voice thick with passion.

Jeyne's gaze searched hers, her own desire clear in the way her pupils dilated. "Rhaena," she breathed, her voice a soft invitation. "Your strength, your courage... it's intoxicating."

The dragonrider's heart pounded in her chest, the walls of the castle seeming to close in around them. "As is your beauty," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "And your wit."

Jeyne's eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled away from Rhaena's embrace, a smirk playing on her lips. "You know," she said, her voice light and teasing, "I thought I was going to despise you when you first arrived."

Rhaena chuckled, feeling the weight of the world's expectations slip away as she stepped closer to the lady. "And yet here we are," she murmured, her hand sliding around Jeyne's waist.

Jeyne's smirk grew into a full smile. "Indeed," she said, her eyes searching Rhaena's. "I find myself quite... taken with you, Lady Rhaena."

Rhaena felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling she hadn't experienced before. The way Lady Arryn looked at her, with a mix of desire and admiration, was intoxicating. She leaned in, her breath warm against Jeyne's neck. "And I with you, my lady," she whispered, her voice a low purr.

Jeyne's eyes grew serious for a moment before she took Rhaena's hand in hers. She brought it to her lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the dragonrider's knuckles. The gesture was at once tender and possessive, a silent declaration of her feelings. Rhaena felt a shiver run through her, the intimacy of the moment stealing her breath away.

"Would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner tonight, Lady Rhaena?" Jeyne asked, her voice a velvety whisper that seemed to wrap around the words. "I wish to discuss matters of importance to both our houses... and perhaps indulge in a bit more of that fire I've seen in your eyes."

Rhaena felt her heart stutter in her chest, the invitation a thrilling mix of duty and desire. "It would be my pleasure, Lady Arryn," she replied, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within her. She knew that this evening would be more than just a political meeting; it would be a dance of seduction, a chance to explore the depths of their growing connection.

The rest of the day was a blur. She had the castle's best maids help her choose a gown that would showcase her Targaryen heritage while appealing to the sophisticated tastes of the Lady of the Eyrie. The fabric was a deep blue that matched the color of the night sky, adorned with silver threads that shimmered like stars. Her hair was swept up into an elegant knot, leaving her neck bare, a canvas for the gentle kisses she hoped to receive.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Vale into a soft purple twilight, Rhaena made her way to the private dining chamber that Lady Arryn had indicated. The candlelit room was bathed in a warm glow, and the scent of exotic spices filled the air. The table had been set with the finest crystal and silverware, and the plates held an array of delicacies that were as tempting to the eye as they were to the palate.

Jeyne awaited her, dressed in a gown that made her look like the very embodiment of the moon. The midnight blue fabric clung to her curves, shimmering with every subtle movement she made. Her hair was unbound, cascading down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes gleamed with a hunger that was not solely for the food laid before them.

Their eyes met, and the air crackled with anticipation. They sat, the distance between them a mere whisper, their legs brushing under the table. The conversation began as a gentle stream.

"Rhaena," Lady Jeyne began, her voice a soft purr. "I've taken the liberty to write to the Queen regarding our agreement."

Rhaena raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "And what exactly did you say?"

Jeyne took a sip of her wine, the liquid as rich and dark as the night outside. "I assured her that the Vale stands firmly with House Targaryen," she replied, her eyes never leaving Rhaena's. "Our forces are now yours to command, due to our newfound protection."

Rhaena's heart swelled with pride and affection. She reached out, taking Jeyne's hand in hers, the warmth of their joined skin a stark contrast to the cool wood of the table. Their fingers entwined, the gesture speaking of the trust and unity that had grown between them. "Thank you, my lady," she said, her voice soft and earnest.

The meal was a dance of flavors, each bite a testament to the skilled hands that had prepared it. The succulent meat melted in their mouths, the spices a tantalizing tease that mirrored the growing tension between the two. Their eyes met often, the heat of their gazes a silent conversation that grew more intimate with each passing moment.

Flirtations flew between them like the whispers of a secret lover's language, known only to them. Jeyne's eyes sparkled with mirth as she watched Rhaena's mouth curve into a smile, the candlelight playing over her features. The dragonrider's gaze was hungry, not just for the food before her, but for the woman who shared her table.

"Your eyes are like pools of molten gold," Jeyne murmured, her voice a soft caress that made Rhaena's heart race. Rhaena felt a blush creep up her neck as she took a sip of her wine, the liquid as smooth as the lady's words.

"And yours, like the night sky," Rhaena replied, her voice a whisper that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand secrets. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world outside the chamber ceased to exist.

Their conversation grew more intimate as the evening progressed, their words a delicate dance of seduction and strategy. Rhaena spoke of her time in the company of dragons, her voice filled with a passion that Jeyne found both intriguing and alluring. The lady of the Vale leaned closer, eager to hear every word, her hand brushing against Rhaena's arm in a gesture that was both comforting and possessive.

As the dessert plates were cleared away, the tension in the room grew palpable. Rhaena's hand found Jeyne's, their fingers intertwining in a silent declaration of their shared fate. The lady's thumb traced gentle circles against her skin, sending waves of warmth up her arm and into her chest.

"The Vale is stronger with your dragon at our side," Jeyne said, her eyes searching Rhaena's. "But I find myself equally drawn to the fierce heart that beats within you."

Rhaena felt her own pulse quicken at the lady's words, the warmth of her hand sending shivers down her spine. "And I to yours," she replied, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to echo in the stillness of the chamber.

Jeyne leaned in closer, her gaze never leaving Rhaena's. "I want you," she said, the words a declaration that seemed to hang in the air. "Not just for the dragons, not just for the war. I want you."

Rhaena's breath caught in her throat, the admission like a physical caress. She had felt the attraction growing between them, the unspoken desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface of their alliance. Now, with the words spoken aloud, it was undeniable.

Their eyes locked, the candlelight flickering in their depths, reflecting the passion that was about to be unleashed. Rhaena leaned in, her hand reaching out to cup Jeyne's cheek. "I feel the same, my lady," she whispered, her voice hoarse with longing.

Jeyne's eyes searched hers, looking for reassurance, for confirmation that this was not just a fleeting moment of passion born out of their shared victory. Rhaena's gaze held steady, the truth in her eyes unmistakable. She wanted this, she wanted her.

With a sudden jolt of decisiveness, Jeyne took the hand that had been cupping her cheek and used it to pull herself to her feet. Rhaena, caught off guard by the lady's strength, rose with her, their bodies now at the same level. The warmth of Jeyne's palm seemed to sear into her own, a promise of what was to come.

Their eyes never left one another as Jeyne leaned in, closing the space between their lips. The kiss was no longer tentative but hungry, demanding. Rhaena felt a rush of desire flood through her, her body responding instinctively to the passion of the lady she had come to admire. Their mouths melded together, tongues dancing a dance of seduction, a dance that spoke of power and submission, of need and want.

Pulling back, Jeyne searched Rhaena's eyes, her own blazing with a fierce possessiveness that made the dragonrider's knees weak. "You are mine," she said, her voice a low growl that seemed to resonate in the very air of the chamber. "Your heart, your body, your soul. All mine now."

Rhaena nodded, her own desire mirroring the intensity in Jeyne's gaze. "And you are mine," she responded, her voice steady despite the tremble in her chest. "In every way."

They kissed once more, their lips a fiery dance that spoke of the passion that burned between them. Jeyne's hands slid up Rhaena's back, pulling her closer, the fabric of their clothing the only barrier to the heat of their bodies. The dragonrider's own hands found the lady's waist, her thumbs hooking into the soft material of her dress.

Their kiss grew more demanding, their breaths mingling as their tongues danced together. Rhaena's hand slid lower, cupping Jeyne's ass, the firm flesh beneath her palms making her want to explore further. The lady's hips rolled against her, a silent invitation that Rhaena eagerly accepted.

But then, Jeyne broke away, her eyes dark with need, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. She placed a finger on Rhaena's lips, a gentle shush that sent a thrill through the dragonrider's body. "Come with me," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to echo through the chamber. "To my chambers."

The invitation hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Rhaena felt her pulse race, her heart thundering in her chest like the wings of Sheepstealer in flight. She nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions that swirled within her. Jeyne took her hand, the gesture feeling as natural as breathing, and led her from the room.

The corridors of the Eyrie were dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long shadows that danced in their wake. The castle felt alive around them, the very stones seeming to hum with the tension that crackled in the air. They walked in silence, the only sound the echo of their footsteps on the cold, hard floor.

Lady Jeyne's chambers were a sanctuary of velvets and silks, the deep purples and blues of her house's colors enveloping them like a lover's embrace. The bed was a sea of plush pillows and fur-covered blankets, the perfect setting for the passion that was about to unfold.

Once the door was closed, Jeyne wasted no time, pushing Rhaena against it with a force that made the dragonrider's breath hitch. Her mouth found Rhaena's again, her kisses as fiery as the dragon's breath they had shared the night before. Rhaena felt her resolve crumble under the onslaught, her body arching into the lady's touch.

Jeyne's hands were everywhere, unlacing Rhaena's bodice with a skill that spoke of experience and desire. The cool air of the chamber kissed her skin as the fabric parted, revealing her full, round breasts with their tight, brown nipples. Jeyne's eyes darkened as she took in the sight, her own breathing growing ragged.

Rhaena felt the weight of the lady's gaze, the heat of it as potent as a dragon's flame. She reached behind her, her hands finding the laces of Jeyne's dress, eager to unveil the secrets it contained. The fabric slid away with a whisper, revealing a body that was as lean and toned as a warrior's, yet as soft and inviting as the most delicate of flowers.

Jeyne's breasts were small but firm, the pale skin of her areolas a stark contrast to the darker shade of her nipples. They were tight buds, begging for attention, and Rhaena was more than willing to give it. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she leaned in, capturing one between her lips, teasing it with her tongue and teeth until it was a hardened peak that made the lady gasp with pleasure.

Jeyne's own hands were not idle, her slender fingers tracing the contours of Rhaena's body with a gentle touch that belied the intensity of her desire. Her nails scraped lightly over the sensitive flesh of her breasts, sending goosebumps racing down her arms and making her nipples tighten even further.

"Your skin is so warm," Lady Arryn murmured, her breath hot against Rhaena's neck. "Like the embers of a fire, just waiting to be stoked."

Rhaena moaned in response, her hands roaming over the lady's body, mapping the curves and valleys that she had admired from afar for so long. Jeyne's ass was firm and round, her hips narrow, leading to long, shapely legs that Rhaena wanted to wrap around her own waist. The dragonrider's own nipples tightened as Jeyne's hands explored her, her breath hitching as those nimble fingers found their way to her breasts.

They moved as one to the bed, the soft sounds of fabric sliding against skin a symphony of desire. Jeyne's mouth returned to Rhaena's, their kisses growing more urgent, more demanding. Their tongues danced together, a fiery mimicry of the dragons' mating dance, and Rhaena felt her body respond in kind.

Their hands explored, caressed, and claimed, each touch igniting a new flame of passion. Jeyne's small, firm breasts were a delight to Rhaena's hands, her own breasts feeling heavy and sensitive with need. She felt the lady's hands at her waist, the fabric of her own dress now falling away like leaves in the wind, leaving her completely bare before the woman she had come to crave.

Their bodies met, skin against skin, and the electricity between them was a palpable force. Jeyne's hands slid up Rhaena's back, her fingers tangling pulling at her hair, pulling her closer as if trying to merge their very beings. Rhaena's own hands found the soft curves of Lady Arryn's hips, her thumbs tracing the delicate line of her waist, the feel of her skin like velvet beneath her fingertips.

Their kiss grew deeper, tongues dueling as if in a dance of seduction, tasting each other, exploring every inch of one another's mouths. Rhaena felt her knees give way slightly, the force of their passion threatening to overwhelm her. Jeyne, ever the graceful lady, broke away, her eyes gleaming with a wild desire that made Rhaena's pulse race even faster.

Rhaena took the opportunity to move lower, tracing the line of Jeyne's neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses that made her gasp. The lady's skin was soft and warm, her pulse beating a frantic tattoo against the dragonrider's lips. Jeyne's hands found Rhaena's hair, pulling her closer, her breaths coming in shallow, needy pants.

Rhaena's own desire grew with each touch, her hand sliding down Jeyne's side, over the curve of her hip, and coming to rest on the soft, plump mound of her ass. The lady's flesh was like a warm, welcoming pillow, and Rhaena felt her own body responding, her own pussy clenching with need. She gave the firm cheek a gentle squeeze.

"Your touch sets me aflame," Jeyne murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. Rhaena felt a thrill of power at the lady's admission, her own desire growing stronger with each passing moment.

Moving lower, Rhaena's mouth traced a fiery path down Jeyne's body, her kisses leaving a trail of heat across the soft skin of her neck, her collarbones, her chest. She felt the lady's body tremble beneath her, the rapid beat of her heart a siren's call that Rhaena couldn't resist. Her hands followed the same path, cupping and squeezing Jeyne's firm, round breasts, feeling the tightness of her nipples as they begged for more.

"Ah, Rhaena," Jeyne gasped, arching into the dragonrider's touch. Her own hands found the back of Rhaena's head, pulling her closer, as if she could absorb her very essence through her skin. Rhaena felt the power of the lady's desire, the strength of her grip, and it only served to stoke the fire that burned within her.

Moving lower, Rhaena's kisses traced the softness of Jeyne's stomach, the gentle swell of her hips, the sensitive skin just above her mound. Jeyne's legs trembled, her grip on Rhaena's hair tightening as the dragonrider's mouth grew closer to her core. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that made Rhaena's mouth water.

"Your taste," Rhaena murmured against the lady's skin, "is as sweet as the finest honey." Her words were met with a whimper from Jeyne as Rhaena's lips reached the apex of her thighs. The lady's legs fell open, a silent invitation for the dragonrider to explore further. Rhaena's eyes feasted on the sight before her: Jeyne's sex was a vision of pink perfection, her folds glistening with the dew of desire, her clit a swollen pearl begging for attention.

Her tongue darted out, tracing the delicate line of Jeyne's pussy, the lady's grip on her hair tightening in response. The taste of her was like nothing Rhaena had ever experienced, a potent blend of sweetness and salt that made her crave more. She felt the lady's body tense, felt the tremors of pleasure that rolled through her as she lapped at her sex, exploring every crevice and curve with a hunger that was insatiable.

"Oh gods," Jeyne moaned, her hips bucking against Rhaena's mouth. "Your tongue... it's like fire."

Rhaena chuckled against her, the vibration sending a shiver through Jeyne's core. "I've learned from the best," she murmured, her words muffled by the soft, wet folds of her lover's sex.

Her tongue grew more insistent, probing deeper, seeking the hidden treasures that lay within. She felt the lady's body tighten, the muscles in her thighs clenching around Rhaena's head, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jeyne's hips rolled in a silent plea for more, and the dragonrider was more than happy to oblige.

With a growl of pure need, Rhaena slid two fingers into Lady Arryn's tight, wet pussy, the velvety heat enveloping her like a warm embrace. Jeyne's eyes shot open, her pupils blown wide with shock and pleasure, as Rhaena began to pump in and out with a rhythm that matched the beating of her own heart.

"Your fingers... they're like... oh..." Jeyne's voice trailed off into a series of breathless moans as Rhaena found the right, pressing and massaging it with the same fierce determination she had used to tame Sheepstealer. The dragonrider's mouth remained on her clit, sucking and licking with a fervor that made the lady's toes curl.

Rhaena felt the walls of Jeyne's pussy tighten around her fingers, the muscles spasming as the lady neared the edge of release. She knew the feeling well, the exquisite tension that coiled in the pit of her own stomach, the fire that threatened to consume her. She quickened her pace, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as if it were the most precious jewel in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Yes, yes, like that," Jeyne panted, her nails digging into the dragonrider's scalp. Rhaena felt the lady's legs begin to shake, her body a canvas of passion painted with every stroke of her tongue. The walls of Jeyne's pussy grew slicker with each pass, her juices coating Rhaena's fingers as she worked her magic.

The dragonrider felt the tension in the lady's body building as she approached her peak. It was a heady sensation, one that made Rhaena's own pussy throb with need. She could feel her own juices gathering, a testament to the power of the connection they shared.

"Rhaena... I... I'm... oh..." Jeyne's words were lost in a keening cry as she came, her body arching off the bed, her pussy clamping down on Rhaena's fingers as if trying to pull her in deeper. The dragonrider felt the lady's climax ripple through her, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She held on, her own breaths coming in shallow pants as she watched the lady of the Eyrie come apart in her arms.

Jeyne's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Rhaena's own clit was pulsing with need, her pussy aching to be filled. But she held back, savoring the moment, watching as the lady beneath her slowly came back to herself, her breaths evening out, her eyes fluttering open.

"That was... incredible," Jeyne murmured, her voice husky with pleasure. Rhaena grinned, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. It was a heady sensation, to know that she had brought such pleasure to this beautiful woman.

Slowly, she retreated her fingers, watching as the lady's pussy clenched around the empty space. She brought her hand to her mouth, tasting the sweetness of Jeyne's arousal on her fingertips, watching as the lady's cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. "Your taste is divine," Rhaena whispered, her eyes never leaving Jeyne's.

The lady of the Eyrie swallowed hard, her own desire reflected in the glassy stare she gave Rhaena. "I wish to return the favor," she said, her voice a low purr that made the dragonrider's stomach clench with anticipation.

Without waiting for a response, Rhaena eagerly complied, straddling Jeyne's face, her own pussy hovering above those perfect, full lips. The lady's eyes never left hers as she felt the first brush of the lady's breath against her folds, sending a shiver down her spine. Rhaena's pussy was already slick with anticipation, her clit a hardened pearl that begged for attention.

Jeyne's tongue darted out, a tentative lick that made Rhaena's hips buck. The dragonrider threw her head back with a groan, her long, white dreadlocks cascading down her back like a waterfall. The lady's mouth was warm and welcoming, her tongue probing and teasing with a skill that spoke of experience and hunger.

Rhaena felt the walls of her pussy clench around the void, desperately seeking the fullness that Jeyne's mouth promised. "Please," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I need... I need you."

Jeyne's eyes never left hers as she leaned in, her tongue flicking against Rhaena's clit in a delicate caress that made the dragonrider's eyes roll back in her head. Her own hips began to rock, her movements slow and deliberate, as she ground herself against the lady's mouth. Jeyne's hands slid around her thighs, holding her in place as she licked and sucked with a passion that was both surprising and exhilarating.

"Oh, Jeyne," Rhaena moaned, her voice a throaty purr that seemed to echo through the chamber. The lady's grip tightened, her nails digging into the soft flesh of Rhaena's thighs as she took her in deeper, her tongue exploring every inch of her sex. Rhaena felt the pressure building, the coil of tension in her belly tightening with each pass of Jeyne's skilled mouth.

Her own hands found Lady Arryn's hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands, guiding the lady's movements. "More." she urged, her voice a needy whisper. Jeyne complied, her tongue pressing harder against Rhaena's clit, the dragonrider's hips moving in a rhythm that grew more frenzied with every passing moment.

"Oh, by the Old Gods," Rhaena breathed, her body trembling with the intensity of her need. She felt the first sparks of release begin to dance across her skin, the fiery promise of pleasure that only came from a truly skilled lover. Jeyne's mouth was relentless, her tongue swirling in a pattern that had Rhaena's toes curling and her muscles tightening.

The dragonrider's breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples tight and sensitive, begging for attention. She reached up to pinch them, the sting of pain only adding to the symphony of sensations that played out between her legs. The feeling was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that made her want to scream.

"Jeyne," Rhaena moaned, her voice thick with need. "Your mouth... it's... it's... " Words failed her as the lady's tongue found the perfect rhythm, the perfect pressure that had her teetering on the edge of oblivion.

Lady Arryn's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her mouth working harder, her tongue flicking and stroking with a fierce dedication that spoke of her own desire. Rhaena felt her climax building, a storm gathering in her core that threatened to consume her.

"Yes," she hissed, her hips grinding against Jeyne's face. "Just like that." Her body was a tapestry of sensation, each touch, each kiss a thread woven into a picture of ecstasy that was almost too beautiful to bear.

Jeyne's mouth grew more insistent, her tongue sliding along the length of Rhaena's slit before dipping inside to explore her depths. Rhaena's back arched, her breasts thrusting upward, the tips of her nipples tight and aching. She knew she was close, the pressure in her core building like a volcano ready to erupt.

"Jeyne," she moaned again, her voice a desperate plea for release. "Please... I'm... I'm going to..." But the lady of the Eyrie was relentless, her mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive Rhaena to the edge of madness.

The dragonrider felt it building, the pressure in her clit growing more intense with each stroke. Her breaths grew shorter, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back the scream that was building in her chest. "Oh, Jeyne," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut.

And then, it hit her—a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, crashing through her body like a tempest. Rhaena's back arched, her head thrown back, a keening cry tearing from her throat as she came, her pussy clenching around the air as if trying to capture the sensation forever.

Jeyne watched in amazement, her mouth still wet with Rhaena's juices, as the dragonrider rode the crest of her climax. Her body was a study in passion, each tremor and quiver a testament to the power of their connection. The lady's own arousal grew, her own need demanding to be sated, but she held back, content to bask in the afterglow of the moment.

As Rhaena slowly lowered herself back onto the furs, panting and spent, Jeyne couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. The fierce warrior, conqueror of beasts and hearts alike, had been brought to her knees by the gentle touch of a lady's mouth. She felt a thrill of power, a thrill of desire that was mirrored in the dragonrider's gaze.

Moving closer, Jeyne placed a hand on Rhaena's chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart beneath her palm. The dragonrider looked up at her, her eyes hooded with passion, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "My lady," she whispered, the words a declaration of submission and need.

Jeyne leaned in, her eyes never leaving Rhaena's, and kissed her softly, tentatively, as if afraid she would break the spell that had woven itself around them. The dragonrider's lips were warm and welcoming, parting to allow Jeyne's tongue to explore the depths of her mouth. Rhaena's hand came up to cradle the back of Jeyne's head, her grip firm, as if she was afraid the lady would pull away.

Their kiss grew deeper, more passionate, a silent conversation of want and need that seemed to speak louder than any words could. Jeyne pulled back, her eyes searching Rhaena's for any sign of hesitation. "Stay with me tonight," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that the dragonrider couldn't resist.

"As you wish, my lady," Rhaena murmured, her eyes never leaving Jeyne's. The promise of the night to come was a heady intoxicant, one that made her blood race.

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Jeyne's eyes fluttered open to the soft light of dawn, her body languid and heavy with satisfaction. She was nestled against Rhaena's warmth, her head resting on the dragonrider's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heart. The scent of their love making still hung in the air, a potent mix of sweat and desire that seemed to cling to every surface of the chamber. Her own heartbeat was still erratic, echoing the passion of the night that had just passed.

Turning her head, she looked up at Rhaena, who was also awake, her eyes a soft amber as she studied the lady with a gentle smile. The dragonrider's skin was flushed with the aftermath of passion, her dreadlocks fanned out across the pillow like a crown of light. "Good morrow, my lady," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress.

Jeyne couldn't help but smile back, the warmth of the greeting spreading through her like sunlight. "And to you, my love," she replied, the words feeling surprisingly natural on her lips. "Did you sleep well?"

Rhaena nodded, her smile growing. "Better than I have in weeks," she admitted, her hand idly stroking Jeyne's hair. "Your company is quite... restorative."

Lady Arryn chuckled, the sound a sweet melody in the quiet of the room. "As is yours," she said, her eyes lingering on Rhaena's bare chest, the muscles of her stomach tightening at the memory of their passion.

They lay there for a while, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync. The silence was a balm, a gentle reprieve from the tumult of the world outside. It was a moment of peace in a sea of chaos, a brief respite from the shadows that lurked just beyond the castle walls.

But the light of the new day grew stronger, and with it, the realization that they could not linger in this cocoon of pleasure forever. Rhaena sat up, her bare breasts casting shadows on the silken sheets. She looked down at Jeyne, her eyes filled with a mix of affection and determination. "We should prepare for the day." she said, her voice a soft whisper.

Jeyne made a sound of protest, her arm snaking around Rhaena's waist, pulling her back down. "Just a few more moments," she begged, her eyes still heavy with sleep and satisfaction. Rhaena chuckled, allowing herself to be drawn back into the warmth of the bed, the softness of Jeyne's embrace.

Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, curves melding with angles, limbs tangling in a dance of comfort. For a few heartbeats longer, they lay there, the only sound the gentle hiss of the crackling fireplace and the distant call of the morning sentinels.

Jeyne's hand traced the line of Rhaena's spine, sending shivers of delight down the dragonrider's body. The lady of the Eyrie nuzzled closer, her breath warm against Rhaena's skin as she began to plant gentle kisses along her neck, her touch featherlight. Each kiss was a whisper of love, a promise of more to come.

Rhaena felt the heat of Jeyne's desire growing, her own body responding in kind. She rolled over, capturing the lady's mouth in a searing kiss, one that spoke of the fiery passion that had brought them together. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the warmth of their skin a stark contrast to the coolness of the sheets.

Their limbs tangled as they explored each other anew, the soft moans and sighs that filled the room a symphony of love. Rhaena's hand slid down Jeyne's body, cupping her full breast, her thumb brushing against the tight peak of her nipple. The lady arched into the touch, her own hand sliding down to find the wet heat between Rhaena's legs.

The dragonrider gasped as Jeyne's fingers slipped inside her, the gentle pressure sending waves of pleasure through her. Their eyes met, the hunger in each other's gaze a mirror of the desire that raged within them. Rhaena rolled her hips, urging the lady on, her breaths coming in quick, shallow pants.

Jeyne's eyes darkened, her strokes growing more deliberate as she watched Rhaena's reactions, her own passion a living, breathing entity that filled the space between them. "Tell me," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Tell me what you want."

Rhaena's voice was a desperate whisper, her eyes never leaving Jeyne's. "I want you," she breathed. "I want to feel you inside me, to become one with you." The words were a declaration, a plea that resonated through the chamber.

Jeyne's own need grew with each passing second, her eyes burning with desire. She reached for Rhaena, pulling her closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. The dragonrider felt the warmth of Lady Arryn's skin, the softness of her breasts pressing against her own. The lady's fingers slid deeper inside her, the touch setting Rhaena's skin alight with sparks of pleasure.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their breaths mingling as their bodies danced together. Jeyne's hand worked in a steady rhythm, her thumb brushing against Rhaena's clit in a way that made the dragonrider's eyes roll back in her head. "Oh, yes," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Just like that."

The room grew hazy with desire, the air thick with the scent of their love. Jeyne's hand slid out of Rhaena's pussy, the dragonrider's eyes snapping open in surprise. But before she could protest, Lady Arryn was positioning herself between her legs, her own arousal glistening.

"Let me," she whispered, her voice a promise that sent a shiver down Rhaena's spine. She watched as Jeyne leaned in, her eyes locked onto hers, and then she felt the warmth of the lady's mouth replace her hand. The sensation was exquisite, the softness of her lips a stark contrast to the firmness of her fingers.

Jeyne took her time, her tongue exploring every inch of Rhaena's sex with a gentle insistence that had the dragonrider's hips rising to meet her. Each stroke, each kiss sent waves of pleasure through her body, building upon the foundation laid by their earlier love play. The lady of the Eyrie's mouth was a warm, wet haven, and Rhaena found herself lost in the sensation, her thoughts a whirlwind of need and want.

"Oh, Jeyne," she gasped, her voice tight with pleasure as the lady's tongue slid over her clit again. "Don't stop. Please, don't... oh..." The words died in her throat as she felt the pressure in her core coil tighter, the sweet agony of impending release building within her.

Jeyne's eyes gleamed with desire, her movements never faltering as she watched Rhaena's reaction. The dragonrider's legs began to shake, her fingers curling into the furs beneath her as the lady's mouth worked its magic. "You're so beautiful," Jeyne murmured, the vibration of her voice sending another ripple of pleasure through Rhaena's body.

The dragonrider could feel it building, the crescendo of their passion approaching. Her breaths grew shallower, her body tightening as the tension grew unbearable. "Jeyne," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm... I'm... "

The lady's mouth moved faster, her tongue flicking and teasing as Rhaena's orgasm grew nearer. "Come for me," Jeyne whispered, her voice a seductive coax that was all the encouragement Rhaena needed. With a cry that echoed off the stone walls, she shattered, her body arching off the bed as the most intense climax of her life washed over her.

Her vision swam with stars, her heart racing as if it were trying to outfly Sheepstealer. Jeyne held her tight, her mouth never leaving Rhaena's pussy, her tongue gentle now, lapping up the evidence of their love. The lady's eyes were dark with passion, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Rhaena's body felt boneless, her muscles relaxing into the furs. She lay there, panting, as Jeyne climbed up to kiss her, sharing her own flavor. It was an intimate, heady moment, one that Rhaena knew she would remember forever. "Thank you," she murmured against Jeyne's mouth.

Jeyne's hands moved to grip her tights, her nails digging into the flesh. "No need for thanks," she whispered, her breath hot against Rhaena's skin. "Your pleasure is my own."

They lay tangled together, their bodies still, their hearts beating in time with each other's. The silence was a balm to Rhaena's soul, a quiet that allowed her to feel the full weight of the night's events. The alliance they had forged, it was personal, a bond that transcended the games of thrones and the battles that were sure to come.

Jeyne rolled onto her side, her hand resting on Rhaena's waist. She leaned in and whispered, "I wish I could wake up with you every day." The words hung in the air, a declaration that made Rhaena's heart swell.

Rhaena looked into Jeyne's eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation. But all she saw was sincerity, a desire that mirrored her own. "As do I," she replied, her voice a soft murmur.

Their kiss was gentle, a promise of more to come. They broke apart with a sigh, the warmth of their bodies lingering like a comforting blanket. Rhaena felt the weight of the day pressing in, the knowledge that they could not hide in their love bubble forever.