Kissed by Fire

Within the tranquil godswood of the Red Keep, the dragon princess and her northern friend sprawled comfortably upon the grass, the heart tree looming over them. Rhaenyra laid back with her silvery hair draped over Sansa's lap as it often was. They had spent a lot of time here, unraveling the stark differences of their worlds, sharing hushed secrets and girlish giggles, the smiling face carved upon the weirwood as their only witness.



"I've noticed something different about you," said Rhaenyra, peering up at the northern lady.



Sansa, absentmindedly running fingers gently through silver hair, glanced down. "Oh?" she replied, curious.



"Your breasts," Rhaenyra commented easily, lilac eyes danced over both of them with amusement, "They've grown a bit since you arrived in King's Landing."



Sansa blinked with a flush of warmth to her cheeks, not know what to say at first. But she was pleased from the admiration. "I'm glad you've noticed."



Rhaenyra eyed the pair of curves again. "They're probably bigger than mine now..."



Lady Stark hesitated and responded with a touch of disbelief. "Now you're just trying to flatter me."



"I'm being honest," Rhaenyra instisted with a genuine expression. "Here, place your hand on mine."



Sansa’s innate shyness momentarily took hold. She hesitated, her fingers hovering. "Are you certain?"



Rhaenyra's assurance was resolute. "Yes. Go on..."



With a tentative, gentle movement, the lady placed her hand upon Rhaenyra's breast, her fingers wrapped against the silk of her dragon ornamented gown. The gesture was more intimate than Sansa was accustomed to. She felt the fullness of it within her palm, a sensation that was silently enticing.



Rhaenyra relished in the touch. "Well?..." her smirk widening as she watched Sansa's adorable face.



The little dove, realizing she had been fondling for longer than intended, withdrew her hand. "H- Honestly... I couldn't say for certain," she murmured. "They might well be the same."



"Hmm. I suppose it is difficult to be sure, wearing all these layers," Rhaenyra offered a casual response, eyes dancing with playful mischief.



Sansa's cheeks flushed, considering the idea of unburdening themselves. They were in the heat of summer, afterall. "Of course," she agreed with a steady voice.



Rhaenyra's gaze held onto Sansa's eyes. For a moment, she could have sworn there was a flicker of desire within her modest northern friend, a dormant flame that had been there for some time now. "My lady...," she said gently with a hint of curiosity.



"...Yes?"



Rhaenyra's playful smirk returned. "Have you ever indulged in... self-pleasure?"



Sansa's breath hitched, her eyes widened from the sheer forwardness. "Rhaenyra..." she managed to utter, cheeks now ablaze.



The princess let out a hearty giggle, relishing in the reaction. Her voice was light and playful. "Come now, we're friends. You can tell me..." she propped herself up, leaning closer, her lilac eyes glinting with anticipation.



Sansa took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Fine," she whispered, a voice carrying a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. "Yes..." she admitted. "But only on rare occasions," she quickly added, feeling the need to bring modesty.



"On rare occasions?" Rhaenyra's brow raised curiously. That word could mean anything.



The shy girl hesitated to clarify, "Once every other moon or so," she admitted with embarrassment.



Rhaenyra's let out a laughter in surprise. "Are you completely serious?"



Sansa seized the opportunity to turn the tables, desperate to shift the spotlight. "And what of you?" she asked, a sudden spark of daring curiosity overcoming highborn modesty.



Her smirk widened, delighted from the reversal. "I pleasure myself every single day..." she declared, shamelessly.



Sansa's heart raced with emotions, swirling from Princess Rhaenyra's naughty confession, and how easily it came free of her lips. The princess had always been a willful girl. But the revelation still came as a surprise. A mixture of both embarrassment and fascination flooded her senses.



Rhaenyra had a gleaming smile, embracing the moment of divulging their naughtiest of secrets... Her eyes glimmered, sensing a newfound lust, carefully tucked away behind Sansa's pale blue eyes. "It’s the best feeling ever, you know," Rhaenyra went further. "The climax..." her voice resonated that final word with a steamy undertone...



"The climax..." Sansa echoed the word shyly, blushes written on her cheeks, remembering back to the instances when her body had betrayed itself and surrendered to those involuntary... blissful... contractions... a sensation that she had been taught was... forbidden to indulge in, yet she had experienced more than a handful of times... "It makes me feel... wicked."



"That is exactly what the septas want us to believe," Rhaenyra said, her expression softening into genuine warmth. "There is no shame in exploring our own bodies, Sansa. It is entirely natural."



Sansa bit her lower lip, contemplating her best friend's words. "I- I suppose you have a point," she admitted with a softening voice.



Rhaenyra was pleased by the response, it must have taken some courage to admit. The dragon princess allowed the moment to sit on its own again, in silence. A thoughtful expression crossed her face as she considered the conversation they were having. Suddenly, a naughty idea sparked in her mind, and she peered up to her innocent northern friend.



"Hmm... You know what?" Rhaenyra began, her voice playful and free, "I have an idea..."



"What is it?" Sansa perked up, despite her lingering embarrassment about having orgasms.



Rhaenyra sat up fully, posture shifting to a playful demeanor. "How about... we practice together?" she suggested, voice laced with confidence. "In my bed chamber."



Sansa blinked frantically, heart racing and mind spinning at the prospect. "Rhaenyra!... Are you serious?!..." she exclaimed, the words tumbling out in surprise.



Rhaenyra let out a hearty chuckle, amused by the reaction. "Just think about it!" she grinned wickedly, hard set on the idea. "It would just be you and me. A safe space for us to explore ourselves, and to express the most intimate pleasure the gods have given us..."



Sansa bit her lip, her mind racing from the prospect. "Would we have to get naked?"



Rhaenyra giggled from the random question, "Now that you brought it up. Yes." She spoke in a tone that was matter of fact.



Sansa’s heart raced, the dragon girl's naughty idea gave her a thrill of rebellion. She gulped and surrendered to the princess. "I'll do it..."



Rhaenyra glimmered, her joy infectious. She fluttered with excitement, leaning over to give Sansa a nice warm hug. "This will be a beautiful experience for both of us, I promise."



The princess arose up to her feet and offered a hand. With a mixture of trepidation and eagerness, Sansa nodded, took her hand and stood from the grass. Together, they swiftly made their way toward the Red Keep, and ascended the spiraling stairs. Arm in arm, they slipped into Rhaenyra's elegant bed chamber, the ambiance calm and warm, walls adorned with rich tapestries, golden rays of sunlight from the windows. The princess closed the door gently and barred it, a sound that sealed the two highborn girls into a realm of their own..



The anticipation in the room was palpable. They both knew what came next, the part where they undress themselves for the occasion. Sansa felt a flutter within her stomach as she observed the dragon rider, a vision of confidence, of grace, already beginning to slip free of her silken layers.



The northern lady followed suit. They helped one another unlace their bodices, practiced fingers deftly working the strings. Soon enough, the dragon princess revealed her naked bosoms for the first time, and so did her northern lady friend. They were both full and beautiful, their soft pink nipples contrasting their smooth pale skin. Rhaenyra stepped over and teasingly placed them up against Sansa's naked breasts, their nipples touching eachother for the first time. The princess giggled, peering down at the two pairs. "See? I told you they were bigger than mine," she jiggled them both playfully. Sansa stood there blushing, eyes down between their chests, her heart fluttering from the gesture.



All that remained were their silken smallclothes, the most important things to remove. The dragon girl climbed onto the expansive bed, bringing her knees up as she slid the silk down her legs and tossed them aside, revealing the neatly trimmed silver-gold hair between her thighs.



The Stark lady stood there, awestruck by her naked beauty, the afternoon sunlight from the window casting a warm glow upon her Targaryen figure. Feelings of arousal went through her body. Sansa slowly crawled into the bedside, and slipped free of her underwear as well, dropping them aside. The curls of Tully hair between her thighs were a deep shade of auburn. Rhaenyra had a smile of joy as they were both now fully nude with each other for the first time.



“You're even more beautiful than I imagined,” Rhaenyra complimented gently, eyes roaming up and down her curves.



Sansa giggled, a mix of nervousness and excitement, "So are you," she reciprocated the compliment, her eyes also roaming across.



"Shall we begin?" Rhaenyra asked, brimming with arousal. She grabbed a velvet cushion to support her back, and settled into a comfortable position. She spread her legs naturally, embracing the very essence of her femininity.



With a confident smile, Rhaenyra moistened her fingers with a lick, then slid her hand down to gently massage her clitoris. Her touch was practiced and assured. Momentarily, her eyes fluttered closed, and a soft sigh escaped her lips, caressing herself in circular patterns.



Sansa spent the first minute or two gazing at the beautiful Targaryen princess, captivated and aroused by the sight of her skill in pleasure. She felt her own desire building, a warm, tingling sensation deep between her legs. Relaxing into the soft down of the bed, allowed her own hand to drift downward, fingers brushing through the soft auburn curls that guarded her most intimate place. She found the pink folds, already slick with melting anticipation. It had been over a month since the last time she felt an orgasm.



Mimicking Rhaenyra's movements, Sansa brought her fingers to her clitoris, massaging it in the same circular pattern. A soft, trembling sigh escaped her lips, fueling her desire even further.



The weight of the world outside was forgotten, the room was filled with the cadence of their sighs and moans of lust, exploring the wonders of their female adolescence and close friendship. Sansa's eyes fluttered shut, her focus entirely on the sensations coursing through her yearning body. Rhaenyra's skillful touch and experience created a mixture of pleasure and empowerment for the two of them.



The air grew thick with sounds of their explored intimacy. They laid eyes on each other, gazes met with pure desire. Rhaenyra, deep into her skillful rhythm, her silvery hair cascading over the cushion, her breathing soon became short gasps when she neared the peak of pleasure. "Gods, yes... It's coming," Rhaenyra whispered with anticipation. Her back arched gracefully, and her body surrendered to the waves of ecstasy. She sighed and moaned, her expression a mixture of pure bliss and release, allowing Sansa to witness the raw, unfiltered beauty of her orgasm...



The sight of Rhaenyra's pleasure ignited Sansa's own desire to new heights. She watched and listened, captivated, as her friend's body arched and moved through waves of melting hot pleasure, the pink nipples of her Targaryen breasts standing in the intensity of her climax. Sansa's respirations quickened, and her fingers moved with renewed purpose, circling and massaging. Her smooth legs twitched involuntarily, as if an unseen force guided her toward the precipice.



"Almost there, sweet girl. Almost..." Rhaenyra encouraged, her voice soft and breathless as she recovered for a moment. She watched Sansa with a mix of admiration and anticipation, witnessing the Northern girl's journey of self love.



Sansa giggled softly from Rhaenyra's encouragement. Pursing her lower lip, her body trembling on the edge of release. The bed chamber melted into a blur when she felt her flood gates open. "Oh gods!..." Sansa's voice trailed off into a squeak, there was no stopping it now. Her body began convulsing with intense, involuntary contractions. Overwhelmed, mouth gaping silently, spreading her legs as wide as possible, completely surrendering to the full display of her orgasm. Her pulsations carried for at least twenty seconds before subsiding. She lay breathless, satisfied, her cheeks flushed red as the dragon sigil.



Rhaenyra looked across the bed towards her friend with a huge grin of enthusiasm and pure admiration. To the dragon princess, it was the most beautiful moment she had ever witnessed—the frozen modesty of her northern friend, coming loose, melting away and breathless from her own sexual pleasure.



"That was magnificent," Rhaenyra whispered, her voice thick with genuine awe.



Sansa let out a wheeze and a giggle, the sound filled with relief. The heavy air of the bedchamber seemed to thrum with the lingering echo of their orgasms, leaving them both suspended in a quiet, intoxicating afterglow as they gazed upon each other's beauty. Her mind drifted to the contrast between this moment and the teachings instilled upon her. "I can't imagine what the Septa would think of me right now," she breathed with amusement in her voice.



Rhaenyra scoffed playfully, her naked legs still wide open... "Fuck the Septas."



Normally she would have refuted, but Sansa couldn't help but let out another laugh, basking in the afterglow of her liberation.



The silver-haired princess, ever curious, leaned down. "Open your legs again, let me have a look," she requested in a soft voice.



She complied without hesitation, opening her legs. Rhaenyra gazed in between them, taking in the sight of her innocent flushed entrance, now a beautiful rosy pink.



"It's like a blossoming flower," Rhaenyra whispered, breathing warmly upon her sensitive entrance. The lady quivered at the sensation, feeling exposed and excited. It was a strange yet exhilarating feeling, having someone's face so close to a part of her body that had always been so hidden.



"I get the feeling you're about to do something," Sansa spoke trepidly without closing them.



Rhaenyra grinned, her lilac eyes glinting with arousal. "What makes you say that?" she teased with a tone innocent and playful.



"That look in your eye--" Sansa was interrupted when suddenly Rhaenyra leaned in, her tongue darting out to gently lick her already sensitive peak. Sansa gasped, her body arching at the sensation, but she made no pull away. Instead, her fingers tangled instinctively into Rhaenyra's silver hair, holding her close.



Rhaenyra's tongue teased and explored, her breath hot against Lady Sansa's intimate slick folds. The Northern girl's legs trembled, a second, deeper fire awakening within her depths. She had never imagined anyone would willingly do such a thing to her, let alone a princess, and the sheer wickedness of it sent thrills straight up her spine.



Those lustful, Targaryen eyes peered up, taking in the expression of Sansa's pure desire. She continued to tease, her tongue dancing skillfully, as she savored the taste and texture of her wet rose. Sansa, overcome with pleasure, reached down, her fingers gently caressing Rhaenyra's silver hair, encouraging her to keep working her magic. She let out soft whimpering moans, her body yielding to the sensations, inhibitions melting away.



"Oh, yes...," she whispered in between breaths. "That feels so good..." Her words trailed off as she surrendered to the waves, her body trembling, and her heart opening.



Sansa's body quivered as the waves of pleasure intensified, her back arching in response to the sensations coursing through. She cried out, her voice echoing in the bed chamber as her body shuddered through a sequence of deep, wet contractions. The dragon princess, ever attentive, kept her mouth on Sansa's sweet center, lapping up the juices that flowed freely from her melted walls.



When the waves ended, she relaxed, spent and radiant all over. Her eyes blinked open, peering down below. Rhaenyra wore a cheeky, triumphant grin on her face, a glistening trail of juice adorning her chin.



"Sorry... about the mess..." Sansa apologized, a hint of embarrassment in her voice, realizing the extent of her release.



Rhaenyra giggled, wiping away some of the excess with her finger and then bringing it to her mouth, tasting the Sansa's essence. "I like it messy," she said, eyes sparkling. "How did it feel?"



Sansa sighed with an expression of pure contentment. "It felt... so amazing," she whimpered softly, eyes watering.



Rhaenyra's heart swelled with affection, and she laid down beside Sansa, their naked bodies close, the princess gently brushed a stray lock of auburn hair behind her ear. "Your whole body is glowing."



Sansa smiled, feeling the warmth of Rhaenyra's embrace, both physically and emotionally. "I never knew anything could feel so good..." she admitted, eyes glistening.



"You deserve every bit of it," the princess spoke sincerely, a hand running down between her friend's thighs, teasing around her juicy wet folds. Their gazes locked in that moment. Slowly, they leaned in, and their lips fell into a deep kiss. Sansa tasted her own fluid on Rhaenyra's lips, a flavor she found surprisingly enjoyable, and she responded eagerly, their tongues tangling as the princess slipped two fingers deep into her waiting warmth, eliciting a sharp, breathless moan against her lips.



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