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"He wants to do what?" Helaena's voice was full of disbelief as she tried to avoid looking at Criston.
He was undressed in her mother's bed, everything from the waist down was covered, but his chest was exposed. Helaena did her best not to look, staring at her mother instead. He mind was attempting to catch up with the situation, but it was difficult.
"He wants to bring you pleasure," Alicent repeated herself as though it was less shocking this time around. "Just kneel over his face and he'll do the rest," She assured, but it was obvious Helaena was still uncertain. "Do you trust me?"
Helaena was reluctant, though she did eventually nod. She wasn't entirely sure, but she went along with it regardless.
"Take your dress off for him," Alicent told her, Helaena shaking her head vigorously in response.
"You don't need to take it off, my Queen. Simply hold it out of my way, yes?" Criston suggested and Helaena felt far more comfortable with that idea.
She was still nervous, but she moved towards the bed. It was awkward to climb into it and over Criston's face. His hands moved to hold her hips, guiding her into place. She pulled her dress towards herself, bunching it up to expose herself.
She could feel her cheeks heating up, but she tried her best to ignore that feeling. It was odd to be so exposed to someone, let alone Criston.
"You're beautiful," He said softly which only made her face burn brighter.
She flinched the first time Criston's lips touched her skin, his beard scratching her inner thigh. She forced herself to relax, expecting the contact the next time Criston kissed her. He pressed them all up her thigh until he was finally where he needed to be.
A gasp escaped her as Criston spread her apart, licking between her folds. She had known what to expect, but it had still managed to surprise her. The sensation was odd, foreign to her and a bit unusual in itself. Her eyebrows furrowed, trying to adjust to the slippery feeling.
She couldn't see the appeal of this. Some of the other women had whispered and giggled about their husbands doing this to them. It had always been met with longing by the ones whose husbands didn't do it, but she failed to see how this was desired. It felt strange at best.
That was until Criston's tongue slipped up higher. He brushed against something that sent a burst of pleasure through Helaena. She moaned before she could stop the sound, hips jerking against him involuntarily.
"I'm sorry," She apologized quickly and tried to ease off of his face.
"It's alright, darling. It's a natural reaction," Alicent assured her, walking to the side of the bed and Helaena looked up at her. "And I promise that Ser Criston doesn't mind it," She smiled, leaning to press a kiss to Helaena's forehead.
"It truly is, Your Grace. I'm more than fine with it," Criston confirmed and he was staring right at Helaena when she finally looked down at him. "I enjoy doing it," He smiled, seeming very genuine.
Helaena hesitated for another moment, despite both of their reassurances, she was still unsure. They had both seemed so honest, though. She was careful as she lowered herself back into place. A gasp left her when Criston yanked her down the rest of the way.
"Gentle," Her mother scolded and Criston's hands immediately loosened on her.
Helaena found comfort in the fact Criston listened to Alicent so well. At least she knew he wouldn't do anything she disliked. This position was still difficult to get used to and she found it hard to believe Criston truly liked this. It seemed like it would be uncomfortable to have her on his face.
He didn't act like he minded it, though. He rubbed at her skin through the fabric of her dress, not pushing her to take it off. That made her relax a bit, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress. He didn't wait very long before licking at her again.
"Gods," She whispered at the feeling, trying to adjust to the intense pleasure as it bordered on being too much.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Alicent asked gently, one hand finding the back of Helaena's head to stroke her hair. "You deserve this," She said when Helaena nodded.
"Mother," Helaena exhaled when Criston licked more firmly at that sensitive spot. "It's so much," She told her, voice shaking as she reached out for her mother.
"I know it is at first," Alicent agreed and stepped closer, letting Helaena wrap an arm around her middle to cling to her. "You'll adjust to it," She was gentle as she cradled Helaena's head, both in voice and in action.
Criston moved a bit, diverting attention away from that spot. It was still close to it, but it wasn't as direct and overwhelming. She relaxed a little, hips growing less tense. She was able to adjust to the feeling more this way. A shaky breath left her as Criston's tongue rubbed at her.
His beard scraped at her sensitive skin, contrasting the pleasure. It was surprisingly nice. Her lower stomach was tight, insides seeming to coil into a ball of heat. It was nearly a cramping feeling, but not in a bad way.
Criston had seemed to find a pace that he enjoyed and it left her trembling. She tried to squirm around, but Criston kept her from moving enough to disrupt what they were doing. Her thighs shook and her legs grew tired from the position, though she had a difficult time focusing on it.
"Gods," Helaena whimpered out again, reaching down to grab Criston's head with her free hand.
"Are you nearly there, my sweet girl?" Alicent asked softly, her voice a delicate coo.
Helaena nodded the best she could, rocking down against him. Her eyes closed, fingers tightening a bit. Criston's mouth wandered higher, stopping directly over that spot again. He sucked at it this time, making her cry out. It was so much and she pressed down with less shame now, chasing the overwhelming pleasure.
Her stomach felt like it coiled tighter and tighter until it released all at once. It was as though a band had been pulled taut inside of her before it snapped. Pleasure pulsed through her in harsh waves, her mind going completely blank from it.
Criston suckled her through it all, not stopping until she pushed away, becoming too sensitive. Her legs shook as she rose from the bed, readjusting her dress. Alicent held her arm, helping to keep her steady.
"Good girl. You did so well," Alicent praised her. "You can have him anytime you want him," She offered and Helaena decided she might just take her up on that.