This is why I shouldn't write stuff based on the dreams I have after trying out a new toy.
Direct sequel to a solo wherein, among other things, Cygnet barges into Sebastian's apartment and shags him.
Over the next few days, Sebastian was contemplative. In the last 18 years, he'd almost entirely forgotten what sex with a woman was like. He didn't much care for their high-pitched moaning, but he did like other aspects of sleeping with them, like having a lap drenched in the cream Cygnet had gushed all over him, among other things.
It took yet another several days for him to ask Nathaniel to find them a girl to share. Nathaniel raised his eyebrows but agreed. He set AJ to disguise mode and sleep mode in his closet, then set out. To Sebastian's surprise, he brought someone back within the hour.
Even more surprising was just who that woman was. She and Sebastian stared at each other as Nathaniel ushered her in.
"You did tell her she'd be sleeping with me, right?" Sebastian asked.
"No," said the husky alto voice of Aemond's mother, Alicent. "He just said he was bringing someone home as a favor to his boyfriend and asked if I'd be interested."
Sebastian looked from Nathaniel to Alicent and back again.
"What?" Nathaniel asked. "She's our age, she's hotー"
"She's Aemond's mom," Sebastian finished. Nathaniel closed his eyes. Sebastian thinned his lips and nodded. "Yep. Good job, Nate."
"It's not like I ask a girl's family tree before I bring her home," Nate said defensively.
"Okay. Alright." Sebastian turned to fully face Alicent. "What do you want? In or out?" he asked, as if to an indecisive cat.
Alicent took a moment to think. She'd have to be crazy to say yes. This was the guy who'd taken advantage of her nineteen-year-old son! A man her own age, which made him.... She didn't want to think about it. On the other hand, he'd filled out nicely since the trial and had clearly been taking good care of himself. Even as someone who hated him, she had to admit he had an odd sort of sensuous beauty.
She took a step forward, then another, maintaining eye contact with Sebastian as she unbuttoned and removed her blazer. Sebastian affected a cocky demeanor, trying to look as though he'd expected her to stay.
"Alright," he said, "how would you like to do this?"
Alicent froze halfway through removing her blouse. "What do you mean, how?" she asked.
"Well, what do you normally enjoy during sex? What's your favorite part?"
"When it's over," Alicent said shortly.
Sebastian blinked. "You... you've never enjoyed it?" Then why the hell would she agree to this?
She stared stonily at him. He remembered, at his trial, he'd seen her come in with a decrepit old man who looked to have a foot and a half in the grave. Of course... that would be her husband.
"Fair enough," he said easily. He led her to the bedroom and beckoned her to sit. She hesitated, but unzipped the skirt of her sensible suit and let it fall to the floor, then removed her nylons and large white underpants equally unceremoniously. She sat stiffly next to him, staring straight ahead.
"You look like you're heading to the gallows," Sebastian remarked, gently parting her knees. She didn't react. He sucked on his thumb for a moment as he spread her wider. Then he took his thumb out of his mouth and slid it between her lower lips, rubbing the side of her clit as lightly as possible.
Alicent gasped as sensation flooded her. It was like he'd jolted a part of her awake that she'd never even known existed. He eased her onto the bed, having her lean against the wall while her head and lower back were supported by pillows, then continued his ministrations. He slipped his thumb inside her for more moisture, then rubbed the other side of her clit. She closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the memory foam pillow, tilting her pelvis up into his touch without thinking about it. Her breath shortened as he kept touching her, stroking tiny circles around her sensitive nub. Then, without warning, Sebastian slid three fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb, applying more pressure than before. He found her G-spot effortlessly and rubbed the pads of his fingertips against it. The pressure built and built and built inside her until....
"Yes... I love it when they squirt," Sebastian was purring. Alicent Hightower had just had her first orgasm. With it came the understanding that there was a world of pleasure she'd somehow never known about, of which she'd been robbed all these years. She looked up at Sebastian, panting, breathless, wondrous. She really was, he thought, quite beautiful. He stripped down quickly and rolled on a condom from the bedside table. He was about to position himself between her thighs, but then he had a better idea. With a wicked smirk, he crawled onto the bed next to her and coaxed her to straddle him. She did so, a little uncertainly, and he guided his cock into her, sitting up straight and pulling her legs around him when she had fully enveloped him. He allowed her some time to adjust, enjoying how the various muscles of her vagina clenched experimentally as she got used to him.
If she'd ever felt this full before, she hadn't enjoyed it nearly as much. She found she wanted to ride him, wanted to feel him sliding in and out of her. She braced her hands on his shoulders. He took her right hand, licked her middle fingerー "What are you doing?" ーand placed it between the folds of her lips, spreading them with his other hand to make it easier for her to touch herself as she rode him. She moved her index and ring fingers to where his fingers were and he smiled and removed his hand, placing it at the small of her back instead.
She couldn't ride much with her legs locked around him, so when she'd adjustedー when she wanted moreー she moved back onto her knees, now bracing both hands on his shoulders and riding his cock at a fast clip. Desire had quickly blossomed inside her and she moaned as she rubbed her body against his. Her low, sultry voice was a delight to Sebastian's ears, and he did everything he could to encourage those sweet sounds of hers. He held her hips gently and bounced her up a few times, but mostly he let her have control. She was grateful for it, riding him like a bucking bronco until her legs got tired and she wanted him on top.
He wrapped her around him again and picked her up, moving them to a more suitable position in the middle of the bed. He gathered her hair over one shoulder so she wouldn't have to lie on it. Then, experimentally, he hoisted her left leg onto his shoulder while keeping the right one wrapped round his waist.
If she hadn't been seeing stars before, she certainly was now! Sebastian really was sadistic, she decided. He liked to grind his head against that special spot inside of her until she started to shake, then pull most of the way out and make a series of shallower thrusts. Worse, he seemed completely unconcerned with whether or not he got off, almost like he was just in this to torture her! She made a bestial sound and wrapped her right leg tighter around his waist, forcefully keeping him in place while she tried to chase her second orgasm.
"Good," he whispered, rewarding her with some nice, deep, grinding thrusts. He went slow at first, then faster and faster until he was matching the urgency of her speed. Then, just as she was about to come, he stopped moving completely.
"What NOW!?" she demanded, glaring at him as she bucked up against him needily.
"I want to try something," he whispered, gazing down at her with something remarkably like affection. She was curious despite herself, and she nodded impatiently, gesturing for him to get on with it. She regretted it almost instantly: He reached into the bedside drawer for a rubber glove, another condom, a tube of lubricant, and a brand-new device that was thin and oblong with large, bead-like bumps. She stared at it as he unpackaged it andー
"Please tell me you're not going to do what I think you're going to do," she demanded incredulously.
Sebastian gave her an unusually soft smile. "Unless you'd like Nathaniel to join us?" he suggested. "Or we could stop altogether."
She inwardly debated the merits of having this man ｋiｌｌeｄ, but ultimately decided against it. "Will it hurt?" she asked with apprehension. He nodded, but went back to fucking her, grinding against her G-spot and getting her wound up again. She didn't even notice him lubing up a finger until she felt it circling the most forbidden part of her. She jumped; even Viserys had never been so daring with her, and yet....
"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked gently. "Should I stop?"
She didn't know if he meant stop playing with her ass or stop having sex altogether. She shook her head, no. Besides, even with this new sensation, she was close, so closeー!
She wouldn't have guessed it was his finger pressing inside her that would have sent her over the edge again, but it did. She clung to him with both arms and legs as she rode out her climax, crying out, almost keening for him!
Then the finger was gone, but she had barely time to register its loss before the beaded-like toy was pressing into her ass. Sebastian held the base of the toy in place until he was sure she had adjusted to it, and then....
"Oh, FUCK!" she cried out, clenching hard around the rhythmically buzzing toy and Sebastian's maddeningly rock-hard cock. Why hadn't he climaxed yet? she wondered with some measure of indignation. "Fuckーyesーmoreー" she begged. The speed and intensity of the vibration increased. That wasn't what she'd meant and she growled her displeasure.
Sebastian paused and turned off the toy. "Did you just growl at me?" he asked incredulously. "Like a little wild animal?"
"Watch your tongue!" she snapped, thoroughly vexed with him. He grinned then and leaned in close, running the tip of his tongue slowly along her lower lip. Then, before she could respond, he pulled out, flipped her over onto her stomach, turned the toy back on and back up to its previous setting, and, pulling her hips up and back a bit, thrust back into her easily. She was dripping wet and he loved it! He liked the vibration he could feel through her wall, too, and the way it made her clench around him even more than she had been. He decided he'd been edging her long enough, although it was a heady feeling, controlling the orgasms of someone who'd never had them before. He gave into her renewed, desperate mewling and slammed into her, hard and fast, just barely careful enough not to hurt her. She let out a long, low wail as she came. He could have come with her, but instead he flipped her back over, rolled off the condom, and jerked off over her tits. She moaned helplessly as she felt great ropes of semen splatter onto her chest, torso, and neck. Some of it got into her hair. Then he used a handful of her hair to wipe his cock clean, smirking at her indignant expression. She sat up, reached for him, and, to his great surprise, sucked a little bit more out of him, swirling her tongue around him to lick him clean.
He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom once he could reliably use his legs again. He set her down in the tub and unhooked the showerhead, then turned on the water and tested it. She flinched as the first cold drops hit her feet. As it warmed, Sebastian slowly, oh so achingly slowly, moved the sprinkling stream from her toes up her calves, up past her knees, up her thighs... but avoided her vulva altogether as he gently washed her stomach and chest as her body twitched with need. He held the showerhead with one hand and circled a bar of soap on her cum-covered skin with the other.
"I considered having Nate lick it off you," he confessed. "Maybe next time."
She found herself nodding in agreement. Two experienced hunks exploring her body... what a thing that would be! She spread her legs wider, draping one over the edge of the tub, and began touching herself again, spurred on by the vibrating anal beads that were still inside her.
He replaced the showerhead, aiming the spray onto her face and forcing her to close her eyes as he climbed into the tub and buried his face between her legs. He slid his hands under her ass and pulled her up to get a better angle so he could tongue-fuck her. He couldn't believe this woman had had one child, let alone four. Her body was perfect. She had a little stomach pouch that came with age, which she hid in the panels of her control-top pantyhose and sensible A-line skirts, and her tits were also completely natural and typical for her age. But there wasn't a touch of silicone or Botox in her. Her body was soft and curved around him just right. He liked the way she tasted, too; she didn't eat a lot of junk food, and she did eat a lot of fruit. He moaned as he explored her folds and crevices with his tongue. Then he focused his tongue's attentions on her sensitized clit, holding the top of her lips slightly open with one hand while sliding three fingers of the other hand into her cream-slicked vagina. She cried out as she arched and thrust into his hand and mouth. He gave her nub a little kiss as he brought her screaming again; he was clearly proud of himself. Then he stood, unhooked the shower head, and carefully cleaned her vulva with just water and a soft cloth.
Her abs ached from how much her stomach had clenched today, and the rest of her muscles needed relaxing as well. The hot water felt nice; Sebastian had changed the setting and let it cascade properly over her. He got in the tub and arranged them so that she was sitting in his lap, then powered off the anal toy and pulled it out. She moaned hungrily from the loss and kept her eyes closed as he cleaned it thoroughly with soap and water. After he set it aside and washed his hands, he set a washcloth over her eyes and washed her long, thick auburn hair, caring for it like he'd cared for the extensions he'd used to wear.
"It's quite odd," she said as he combed some olive oil concoction through her hair with a wide-toothed comb. "You don't seem like a selfish lover."
He stopped himself from sighing. Here we go....
"I have my moments," he replied tentatively.
"I hope you don't expect me to forgive what you did to my son." She was coming down from her afterglow and remembering just how much she despised the creature petting and pampering her.
Sebastian would never get used to the stabbing feeling that came to his heart whenever someone reminded him that Aemond hated him. He'd explained himself a hundred times, but he couldn't make anyone listen or understand or care.
"I'll never touch him again, you know," he said quietly. "Whether you mean to threaten me, beat me and destroy my work like Aegon did, ｋill me... None of that makes a difference."
Alicent scoffed. "Don't tell me you've suddenly grown a conscience."
"I haven't," Sebastian agreed. "I stand by what I've been saying: I meant to relax him. I didn't realize he was blackout high. And no, even if I took advantage of him, I don't regret waking up next to him or buying him breakfast."
"Or paying him a fortune in hush money," Alicent added.
Sebastian frowned. "That was restitution, not hush money. Look, I adore Aemond. I'd never have hurt himー"
"But you did, you stupid boy!" Alicent's temper flared, and she raged at him before she could stop herself. "You traumatized him! Don't you realize that? He couldn't safely show his face for months with it plastered all around town! We're a powerful family, Sebastian, and we have enemies, not that I expect you to understand!"
Sebastian let her rail at him as he continued to methodically comb detangler through her hair, careful not to pull. When she'd finished her tirade, he said, "I understand. I wouldn't have displayed them if I'd knownー"
"Known that it's in poor taste to show off paintings of you and someone you raped?! You should have at least known that much!"
Sebastian had intended to tell her that her son went to school with his, that they were good friends, that they might even be more. But this wasn't the right time, not when she was in such a fit of pique. She might demand Aemond switch schools, and Troy would be devastated.
Instead, he said, "I'm sorry. I don't think I'll ever see this the way you do, but I am sorry I've hurt him. And if you haven't already taken care of whoever was after him, I'd be more than happy to assist you. What I lack in common sense, I make up for in resources," he half-joked.
Alicent smiled despite herself. "You're too horrid to be so charming," she replied.
He finished with her hair and gave her a little hug from behind. "And yet you slept with me. Willingly, I might add. I gave you the option to leave."
"I have no idea what I was thinking."
Sebastian gently tilted her forward so he could get up and turn off the water. "It's nice to be desired?" he guessed. "You're in your mid-thirties and a mother of four. You know you're not going to be young and beautiful forever, and maybe you're afraid you're wasting your youth." He helped her out of the tub and handed her a plush, sage-green towel, the exact shade of Trent's eyes. He then dried himself off as he spoke. "It's nice to have someone who's also young and beautiful attracted to you, someone you know isn't going to breathe a word about any of this to anyone. And... you were curious. Even when you saw it was me, you wanted to know. Would I be rough or gentle? Could I satisfy you or do all men care only about their own pleasure? Was I, specifically, going to just use your body? Hurt you? Force you to stay here as my sex slave?" His gaze bored into her, as if staring into the depths of her soul. It unnerved her.
"Actually, I wanted to know if you had the balls to fuck the mother of the boy youー"
Sebastian waved off the rest of her sentence. "Yes, yes. Think what you want about what I did with him. You won't listen to me anyway."
"Were you lying?" she asked bluntly, wrapping the towel around herself and allowing Sebastian to dry her hair. "At your trial, you said you couldn't remember that night."
He gave her a sardonic look. "Let me ask you something. Was he bruised? Lacerated? In any way physically injured?"
Alicent tried to remember. He might have had a hickey, she thought.
"Come on," Sebastian urged. "You're his mother. You would remember if he'd been harmed, and you'd have answered by now. Regardless of whether your entire family thinks I forced himー"
"You DID! He would never have slept with you sober!" Alicent insisted, wrenching the towel out of Sebastian's hands and throwing it into his hamper.
He slept with someone who looks like me. He slept with my son. Willingly. Sebastian bit back the retort that was on the tip of his tongue and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. After he exhaled, he said, with forced patience, "Regardless, I was clearly careful with him. I must have been gentle with him." Just as I was with you.
"I don't want to sleep with you again," she said abruptly, storming back to the bedroom to grab her underwear and skirt.
"Agreed," said Sebastian. She stopped and looked back at him questioningly. He raised his eyebrows. "I'm agreeing with you," he explained. "If you don't want to, then don't."
She scowled. He had a twisted sense of ... everything, really. "And if I did?" she challenged him. "If I wanted to? Then what?"
He stared back at her, either unwilling or unable to comprehend where she was going with this. She stormed right back over to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him ferociously. He seemed to allow it. After a moment of numb shock, he kissed her back. She could taste her slick on his lips and tongue, and was surprised to find she didn't mind it.
"You'll be sore in the morning," he warned her when the kiss broke.
"I don't care."
"I mean it." He looked at her seriously. "Even what we've done today, your body isn't used to it. If you tire yourself out too much, you may be limping tomorrow. Those skirts and heels of yours aren't exactly forgiving. Someone you work with is bound to notice."
She shook her head. "What exactly do you think I do for a living?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Something, something, board meetings, blah blah blah?" he guessed. "Look, you can stay here if you want, but you need to rest. Or, go home, climb on top of that desiccating corpse you call a husbandー ooh, you slap hard, babyー mm, yesー okay, stop. Anyway, you can go home, sleep with your husband, and try to pass off your discomfort tomorrow as overexerting yourself with him, but I don't think anyone will buy it."
She plopped onto his bed with a huff, then winced. He was right, and she didn't like it. Seeing her concession, Sebastian nodded to himself. He went to his closet and picked out a pair of boxer briefs and a simple shift dress for her to sleep in. After handing them to her, he went and got some muscle relaxers and a bottle of water. He showed her the bottles and explained to her what the muscle relaxers were for and that she might be drowsy and thirsty in the morning, but they shouldn't give her a headache or affect her motor skills. After a few moments' hesitation, she agreed to take them.
"Do you want me to sleep here next to you or in the other room with Nathaniel?" he asked gently.
"The morning after regret will be worse with you next to me," she said. It was refreshing to be this blunt without consequences. She didn't care what Sebastian thought of her or if she offended him. The only thing she liked about him was the pleasure he'd given her.
Likewise, Sebastian didn't much care about her opinion. He measured out the correct dosage of pills, put them on the bedside table next to her with the water, and took the pill bottles back to the cabinet. Then he and Nathaniel cuddled up together in the guest room in the middle of a pile of blankets.
Nate had heard everything, and yes, he'd enjoyed listening, and enjoyed himself while listening. He wasn't too surprised Sebastian hadn't invited him to join; Alicent didn't seem like the kind of chick who was used to one man actually pleasuring her, let alone two. Assuming this wasn't a one-time thing, she'd have to be eased into it.
He'd also caught snippets of the painful discussion the two of them had had in the bathroom. He wasn't going to say anything about it either way, but he did hold Sebastian extra tight and stroke his hair soothingly before asking for sex.
Sebastian nodded. It wouldn't be fair to deprive Nate, who was always so good to him, when Sebastian had been able to get almost his fill of pleasure that day. Besides, Sebastian usually only penetrated women, and his ass was aching to be used.
