❈ 𝕱𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 ࿐·✩ ❜
moon amongst the stars

ꗃ⠀﹕summary ✩ Rhaenyra and Clarisse are in love ever since they were girls. Ten years into their marriage with their husbands didn't stop them from going behind their backs and falling into bed with one another. Of course, they didn't mind seeing as they were in an agreement. When Clarisse recently recovers from her birth from Aemma, Rhaenyra shows her insecure lover how beautiful she is and takes the time to worship her body and invite a maid into their fun.

ꗃ⠀﹕𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭/𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✩ Season one of the houses of dragon: time jump 10 years. this is taken place during the 10-year jump during the death of harwin and laena.

ꗃ⠀﹕𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬(𝐬) ✩
Rhaenyra 𝒙 Female Hightower!oc 𝒙 Daemon Targaryen

ꗃ⠀﹕. 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ✩ Phoebe Tonkin

ꗃ⠀﹕𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✩ heavy smut, breeding kink

ꗃ⠀﹕𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ✩ i know you all have been waiting for this one!

Rhaenyra's fingers gently traced patterns over Clarisse's back as she cradled her against her chest. The soft crackle of the hearth fire filled the room, but the air was thick with something unspoken. Rhaenyra's violet eyes watched Clarisse closely, her senses attuned to the subtle tension in her lover's body. After a long silence, Rhaenyra broke the stillness.

"What's on your mind, darling?"

Clarisse, seated at the vanity with her back to Rhaenyra, paused as she unclasped her earrings. Her hand stilled mid-air, fingers trembling slightly. She hesitated, swallowing the doubt lodged in her throat. The question she had buried for so long clawed its way to the surface, and with a breath that carried the weight of her insecurities, she finally spoke.

"Do you still love me?"

Rhaenyra blinked, the unexpected question pulling her out of her reverie. Her brows furrowed, and she pushed herself up onto her elbows, her gaze softening as she studied Clarisse's profile in the firelight.

"Why would you ask such a thing, my love?" Rhaenyra asked, her voice low, tender. "Haven't I shown you, time and again, how much I cherish you?"

Clarisse kept her eyes fixed on the jewelry scattered across the vanity, refusing to meet her own reflection. Her voice trembled as she responded, the vulnerability in her tone cutting through the quiet.

"It's not that... it's just..." She exhaled, trying to steady her voice. "My body has changed... so much."

Rhaenyra smiled gently, though her expression faltered as she saw the raw insecurity etched into Clarisse's features. She sat up fully, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders as she reached out a hand.

"Come here," Rhaenyra whispered.

Clarisse rose slowly, her silk nightgown trailing behind her as she crossed the room. When she reached the bed, Rhaenyra tugged her closer, guiding her onto her lap. Clarisse straddled Rhaenyra's waist, and Rhaenyra's hands settled on her hips, her touch gentle, reassuring.

"No matter how many children you bear," Rhaenyra murmured, her voice firm but loving, "you will always be breathtaking. Each change only adds to your beauty."

Clarisse's cheeks flushed with warmth, though a lingering doubt kept her from fully accepting Rhaenyra's words. She dropped her gaze, whispering, "You're too kind."

Rhaenyra cupped Clarisse's face in her hands, forcing her to meet her gaze. "I am only speaking the truth."

For a moment, they sat in silence, Rhaenyra's thumb brushing against Clarisse's cheek. But Clarisse's worry, like a shadow, was not so easily banished. She sighed, her expression clouding over once more.

"With my father back in power," Clarisse began, her voice tight, "I fear for our safety... for our children's safety. I can feel his eyes on us, waiting for the right moment to tear everything apart." Her hands clenched over her chest as if trying to hold her heart together.

Rhaenyra's eyes darkened, her grip on Clarisse tightening protectively. "I am the Heir, and I swear to you, no one—especially not your father—will take you from me or force you into a marriage with some unworthy lord. Our family is strong, and I will protect us with every breath in my body."

Clarisse's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she bit her lip, nodding slightly. Rhaenyra's determination was fierce, and in her arms, Clarisse found a fleeting sense of security, though the threat still loomed.

Rhaenyra's hands slid up, brushing back strands of Clarisse's dark hair from her face. She leaned in, capturing Clarisse's lips in a slow, tender kiss, a kiss that was both a promise and a declaration of her unyielding love. Clarisse whimpered softly between kisses, her worries dissolving in the warmth of Rhaenyra's embrace. She melted into the sensation as Rhaenyra's lips traveled down her neck, peppering her skin with light, lingering kisses.

"How can you think so poorly of yourself?" Rhaenyra whispered against Clarisse's collarbone, her fingers tracing the soft lines of stretch marks that adorned her lover's skin. "Do you not remember what Mother used to say? 'The birthing bed is our battlefield.' You have fought, and you have won."

Clarisse's green eyes shimmered with emotion at the mention of Aemma. She remembered the late Queen's words well, a bittersweet memory of strength and sorrow. "These scars..." Clarisse whispered, her voice trembling, "are proof of our victory on that battlefield."

Rhaenyra kissed the corner of her lips, a tender gesture filled with understanding. "And you are the most beautiful victor of all."

"Oh, Nyra..." Clarisse breathed, pulling Rhaenyra into another deep kiss, this one more fervent, more desperate. As their lips moved together, Rhaenyra's hands began their familiar exploration of Clarisse's body, sliding beneath her nightgown, seeking the heat that lay between them.

Their shared need ignited like a spark in dry tinder, their connection transcending words as they sought solace in one another. The world outside their chambers—full of threats and schemes—could wait. For now, all that mattered was the sanctuary they built in each other's arms.

Clarisse's breath hitched as Rhaenyra's fingers found her warmth, her body responding instinctively to her lover's touch. She let out a soft moan, her hands bracing against Rhaenyra's shoulders as she began to move, their shared rhythm building steadily.

Rhaenyra's lips grazed the curve of Clarisse's neck, her breath hot against her skin. "You're already so ready," Rhaenyra whispered, her fingers slipping inside, drawing a shudder of pleasure from Clarisse. "You've always known exactly how to please me, my love."

Clarisse whimpered in response, her hips grinding down onto Rhaenyra's fingers as the heat between them intensified. Rhaenyra's free hand slid up, tugging at the ties of Clarisse's nightgown until the fabric loosened, baring her breasts to the cool air. She watched, entranced, as Clarisse's chest heaved with every movement, her nipples taut and inviting.

With a mischievous smirk, Rhaenyra leaned forward, capturing one of Clarisse's hardened nipples between her lips, swirling her tongue around it before sucking gently. Clarisse gasped, her head falling back as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She moved faster, driven by the sensation, her hands tangling in Rhaenyra's silver hair.

"Perhaps I should stop wearing nightgowns altogether," Clarisse murmured breathlessly, her voice breaking between gasps.

Rhaenyra pulled away just long enough to laugh softly. "I couldn't agree more. I'd love nothing more than to see my Lady Lover bared for me every night."

Rhaenyra's mouth returned to her breasts, her fingers quickening their pace below, teasing and pleasing Clarisse until she felt her lover's body trembling. Clarisse's moans filled the room, her thighs quivering as she rode the edge of ecstasy.

"I'm going to cum," Clarisse panted, her hands gripping Rhaenyra's shoulders tightly as her hips bucked in time with Rhaenyra's fingers.

"Whenever you're ready, my love," Rhaenyra purred, her thumb circling Clarisse's clit with deliberate pressure, pushing her higher, closer to the precipice.

Clarisse's body tensed, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. She clung to Rhaenyra as the wave of pleasure built inside her, reaching a breaking point. With a final cry, her body convulsed, pleasure exploding through her as she rode out the climax on Rhaenyra's fingers, her thighs squeezing around her lover's waist.

Rhaenyra held her through it, savoring the sight of Clarisse unraveling in her arms. She peppered kisses across Clarisse's chest, her fingers continuing their slow, steady rhythm until the last tremors of her release faded.

Clarisse slumped forward, breathing heavily as her body slowly came down from the high. Rhaenyra gently withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips, tasting her lover with a satisfied smile. She gazed up at Clarisse, who was still trembling from the aftershocks.

"You taste sweeter every time," Rhaenyra teased, her voice a low, sultry whisper.

Clarisse blushed deeply, a soft laugh escaping her as she leaned down to kiss Rhaenyra deeply, tasting herself on her lover's lips. Their kiss was slow, languid, as they basked in the aftermath of their passion.

But Rhaenyra wasn't finished.

She shed her nightgown entirely, her pale skin glowing in the firelight as she spread her legs, inviting Clarisse closer. "Your turn," Rhaenyra said, her voice thick with desire.

Clarisse didn't need to be told twice. She slipped between Rhaenyra's legs, positioning herself so their slick centers pressed together. Both women gasped at the contact, the heat between them flaring up once more.

"Good girl," Rhaenyra purred, her head falling back against the headboard as she reveled in the feeling of their bodies intertwined. "You know exactly what I want."

Clarisse began to move, grinding her hips against Rhaenyra's, their clits brushing together in perfect harmony. Their breath quickened as the friction built between them, their shared pleasure escalating with every movement.

Rhaenyra's hands gripped Clarisse's hips, guiding her pace as their bodies rocked together. Clarisse's moans filled the room, mingling with Rhaenyra's own soft gasps. The sight of Clarisse's breasts bouncing with every thrust only fueled Rhaenyra's desire.

"Faster," Rhaenyra commanded, her voice low and throaty with need.

Clarisse obeyed, her movements becoming frantic as she chased her pleasure, her thighs trembling with the effort. Rhaenyra's hands moved to her breasts, roughly teasing her nipples, eliciting a sharp cry from Clarisse.

"Nyra," Clarisse whimpered, her voice trembling as her pleasure mounted.

Rhaenyra's hips began to move in time with Clarisse's, seeking her own release as she drove Clarisse closer to another peak. The heat between them was overwhelming, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together in perfect sync.

"Oh fuck," Clarisse cried out, her body shaking as she neared the edge once more.

Rhaenyra's grip tightened, pulling Clarisse down harder as their hips slammed together. "Come for me, my love," she whispered, her voice a low growl.

Clarisse's body convulsed as her second climax ripped through her, her nails digging into Rhaenyra's shoulders as she screamed her lover's name. Rhaenyra wasn't far behind, her own release crashing over her as she clung to Clarisse, their bodies trembling together in the aftermath.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts racing as they came down from the high. When their breathing finally steadied, Rhaenyra pulled Clarisse close, pressing a soft kiss to her lover's forehead.

"How was that?" Clarisse teased, her voice soft and breathless.

"Exquisite," Rhaenyra whispered, her violet eyes filled with love as she gazed down at the woman in her arms. "You are everything to me, my love. My moon among the stars."

Clarisse smiled, her heart swelling with the warmth of Rhaenyra's words. They lay together in bliss, the world outside forgotten as they lost themselves in each other once more

Just as the warmth of their shared afterglow began to settle over them, a soft knock echoed from the chamber door. Both women stiffened, quickly pulling themselves together as the door creaked open.

A nursemaid stepped into the dimly lit room, her eyes respectfully averted. "Princess, Lady Clarisse," she said softly, her tone gentle, accustomed to the closeness the two women shared. She continued without question or judgment, as the court had long speculated on the depth of their bond calling them "sisters. She was loyal to the Princess—no reason for her to say anything. The babe and Prince Joffrey won't stop crying. I suspect he's hungry, and I know Lady Clarisse—"

Before the nursemaid could finish her sentence, Clarisse had already risen from the bed, her lover's warmth still lingering on her skin. She swiftly wrapped a robe around herself, concealing the evidence of their intimacy, and moved toward the cradle where their children rested.

"Oh, my darlings," she cooed, leaning over the cradle to scoop up both Joffrey and Aemma. The children's soft cries quieted the moment they felt their mother's touch, their tiny fists grasping at her gown. She kissed their foreheads, whispering soothing words that only a mother could speak.

Rhaenyra watched her with admiration, propping herself up on one elbow as she dismissed the nursemaid with a casual wave of her hand. "You may leave us," she said firmly but kindly. "Clarisse will tend to them."

The nursemaid curtsied and slipped out of the room without another word, leaving the two women alone with their children. Rhaenyra's gaze remained fixed on Clarisse as she cradled the little ones, her hands gentle and sure as she untied the strings of her robe, revealing her breasts to feed them.

Clarisse settled back onto the bed, holding both babes close as they latched on, their tiny mouths suckling hungrily. She hummed a lullaby, her voice soft and melodic, and the babies' cries faded into contented quiet. Rhaenyra couldn't take her eyes off her lover—her wife in every way that mattered. The sight of Clarisse so naturally caring for their children filled her with pride, love, and something deeper, something primal.

As Clarisse's green eyes flicked up to meet Rhaenyra's, she smiled softly, unaware of the intensity with which her lover was watching her. "What?" Clarisse asked, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

"You're beautiful," Rhaenyra murmured, sitting up fully and crawling closer to her on the bed. She gently brushed a lock of hair away from Clarisse's face, her fingers lingering on her cheek. "Watching you with our children... I don't have the words, my love."

Clarisse's blush deepened, and she looked down at the nursing babes, her heart swelling with love. "They need us more than ever," she said softly, her earlier worries creeping back into her voice. "Now that my father is back in power, I fear he might try to take them from us. From me."

Rhaenyra's expression hardened, her hand slipping to rest protectively on Clarisse's thigh. "No one will ever take you or our children from me, Clarisse. I am the Heir. And as long as I live, you are mine. The court, your father—they will never force you into a marriage with some lord or separate us. Not while I draw breath."

Clarisse looked into Rhaenyra's eyes, seeing the fierce determination burning there. It soothed some of her fears, but there was still a flicker of doubt. "But what if they—"

"Shh," Rhaenyra interrupted, leaning forward to kiss Clarisse's lips softly, silencing her worries. "We are at Dragonstone now, far from the vipers of King's Landing. Here, we can be together. Safe. And if anyone dares to challenge that, they will face the wrath of the Queen and her dragons."

Clarisse leaned into the kiss, her lips soft and tender against Rhaenyra's. When she pulled back, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her love for Rhaenyra overwhelming her. "I trust you with my life. With our children's lives. But the thought of losing you or them..."

"You won't," Rhaenyra vowed, her hand resting on Clarisse's belly as the babes continued to feed. "We will make our family stronger. Here, away from prying eyes, we will build something that no one can tear apart."

As the last words left her lips, an idea began to form in Rhaenyra's mind, one that had been simmering beneath the surface for some time. She would make their union unbreakable—through the birth of another child. And she already knew who she wanted to father that child.

Daemon.

Though her uncle had been away, dealing with his own losses and political maneuvering, Rhaenyra knew that the bond between them had never faded. If she asked him, he would agree to father another child with Clarisse—ensuring their family's continued growth and strength. It would tie them all together in a way that even the court could not deny.

She watched Clarisse with renewed determination, knowing that soon, she would approach Daemon with her plan. Once they reached Driftmark for Laena's funeral, she would speak to him. Clarisse had always harbored feelings for Daemon, and Rhaenyra had no doubt that those feelings still flickered like embers, waiting to be fanned into flame.

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, it was just the two of them and their children.

As the babes finished feeding and drifted off to sleep, Clarisse placed them carefully in their cradle, making sure they were tucked in snugly before returning to the bed. Rhaenyra pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her lover as they settled beneath the covers.

"Whatever comes," Rhaenyra whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of Clarisse's neck, "we will face it together."

Clarisse sighed softly, the weight of her worries lifting in the warmth of Rhaenyra's embrace. For now, in this quiet moment, she allowed herself to believe that everything would be all right.

With her children sleeping peacefully nearby and Rhaenyra holding her close, she felt safe. Loved. And as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but smile, content in the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them as one.