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Margaery's Pet	By : Saiga123 Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 62030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 1-Margaery's Pet
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Sitting in the Black Cells deep beneath the Red Keep Sansa shivered as she hugged her knees to her chest, the now filthy gown she wore doing little to warm her body in the cold, dank prison she found herself in. She had been locked down here since the death of King Joffrey though the gods alone knew how long ago that was; days, weeks, months the almost perpetual darkness made tracking the passage of time an impossibility. She could recall every aspect of that day as if she was reliving it; Joffrey being held by his wailing mother, his face turning purple as he clawed at his throat and his nose bled, Ser Dontos the drunk stumbling into a servant knocking a tray full of glasses flying with an almighty clash as he tried to lead her away resulting in them being swarmed by Red Cloaks who restrained her while with his dying breath Joffrey pointed an accusing finger at her husband the Imp.
Since then she had been locked up in this cell without any human interaction whatsoever. At first she had been bracing her for what was to come; the inevitable beatings, interrogation, torture and any other horrific retribution Queen Cersei could imagine for what had happened to her son. But it never came. After a while the dread ebbed out of her, the darkness and the isolation of her prison dulling her mind to the point where she thought that everyone had forgotten about her, that she would spend the rest of her life down here with no one but her gaoler knowing she still lived.
Hearing the heavy door at the end of the hall open Sansa barely stirred. ‘It must be meal time.’ She absently thought as she heard footsteps approaching her cell. She didn’t bother getting up. Her warden would open the latch at the bottom of the door and slide in a plate of thin broth as he always did. Initially she had attempted to talk to him, pleaded for him to listen but he was too well trained, too disciplined to respond to her. Hearing the footsteps come to a stop in front of her door Sansa was surprised when instead of the latch opening she head keys being inserted into the door and it being pushed open causing light to pour into her cell. Crying out in pain as even the dim light of a solitary torch assaulted her eyes Sansa scrunched them up and covered them with her hands.
Hearing soft footsteps approach her Sansa still couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes until she head a familiar voice say “Oh my dear Sansa, what have they done to you?”
Pulling her hands away from her face Sansa squinted up into the light and saw Margaery Tyrell kneeling in front of her with a compassionate look on her face. “M-Margaery...” Sansa croaked out, hearing the sound of her own voice in gods know how long.
“shhh my sweet.” Margaery cooed softly as she reached out to caress Sansa’s cheek “I’ve come to take you away from this horrid place.”
Shuddering at the first human touch she had felt in a long time Sansa whimpered and rubbed her cheek against her palm before Margaery’s words sank in “B-But the Queen-” she started only for Margaery to interrupt.
“I am the Queen now.” She gently reminded the dazed Stark girl.
Swallowing Sansa started again “But Queen Cersei-”
“You have nothing to fear from her.” Margaery promised as she silenced Sansa by pressing a finger to her lips “Hush now, there will be plenty of time to talk once we have gotten you out of this dreadful place.” She said as she gestured to one of the guards wearing Tyrell colours to step forward and undo the shackles that were bound to her wrists and ankles. “Can you stand?”
Looking helplessly at the proffered hand of the new queen, Sansa reached out to grasp her hand and let herself be pulled to her feet only to stumble to her knees after one step. Catching her and helping her stand Margaery turned to her escort and said “Assist the Lady Sansa to my rooms.”
“Of course Your Majesty.” The guard said without hesitation and slipped his arm around her waist to support her as Margaery led the way out of the Black Cells.
Reaching her chambers Margaery dismissed the guard and pulled Sansa into her room. Looking her up and down Margaery tutted at the state of Sansa’s dress and scrunched up her nose at her smell. Before she could apologise for her appearance Margaery said “Come, I’ve had a bath drawn for you. I’m sure it’ll do you the world of good.” Leading Sansa into a side room Margaery helped Sansa out of her ripped and tore dress, allowing it to fall to the floor around her ankles. Pressing herself into Sansa’s back Margaery gently stroked her emaciated flanks, feeling her ribs through her skin. “Look at what they have done to your beautiful body.” She purred softly into Sansa’s ear “You’re all skin and bones. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you back to normal in no time.” She promised as she helped Sansa step into the steaming hot water.
Sitting down in the bath Sansa let out a hiss of pleasure as the heat of the water seeped into her body. After so long in the cold cells deep beneath the castle feeling herself immersed in the hot water had an almost orgasmic effect on the young Stark. Feeling water being poured onto her shoulder Sansa opened her eyes to see Margaery kneeling besides the tub with a jug of water in one hand and a sponge in the other. When Margaery started to run the sponge over her skin Sansa started to object. “You needn’t do this Your Majesty.” She said as she reached up to take the sponge from the queen only for her to slap her hand away.
“Nonsense, I’m happy to look after you.” She said as she tilted Sansa’s head back so that she could pour water through her long red hair. “And enough of this ‘Your Majesty’. I get enough of it at court. When it is just the two of us just call me Margaery.” She insisted.
“Margaery.” Sansa nodded, biting her bottom lip. “How long-”
“Too long.” Margaery replied as she ran her fingers through Sansa’s hair “Much has happened since you were imprisoned.”
“Tell me.” Sansa requested softly.
“After Joffery died Cersei had your husband put on trial for regicide. He was adamant of his innocence right up to the end.”
Her breath catching in her throat Sansa looked at Margaery and asked “Tyrion is...”
“No my dear, he still lives so far as I know.” She said kindly “He escaped before his execution. That did not sit well with Cersei at all.”
Stiffening at the mention of the queen mother Sansa meekly asked “D-Does Queen Cersei know that I’m here?”
“oh you needn’t worry about her anymore.” Margaery grinned “She went quite insane.”
“I-Insane?”
“mmm, after the Imp escaped she became increasingly paranoid; certain that Tyrion was hiding in the walls waiting to kill Tommen. But what finally broke her was her farther telling her that me and Tommen were to be wed. She flew into such a rage that she had to be dragged kicking and screaming from the Tower of the Hand. It was quite the scene, the whole of Kings Landing was talking about it for days.” She gossiped with a smile. “On our wedding night she snuck into her fathers room and slew Tywin and a whore he was bedding with in the middle of their tryst. From what I hear it was quite the challenge to uncouple the two of them when the Silent Sisters came to take them away.” She giggled naughtily.
“So Cersei...?”
“Is on her way back to Casterly Rock under the careful watch of her uncle and brother. So you need never worry about her ever again.” Margaery promised as she kissed Sansa’s cheek. Seeing a weight lift from the girls shoulders Margaery grinned at her and said “Now I’m sure you must be absolutely famished, let’s get you something to eat.” Helping her out of the bath Margaery ignored the towels and Sansa’s tattered clothes and led the dripping wet girl back into the main room and sat her down on a large bear pelt in front of a roaring fire. Seeing Sansa bring her knees up to her chest to hide her nakedness Margaery tutted and said “Lay out and you’ll dry faster.”
Nodding her head Sansa stretched out her legs in front of the fire, blushing brightly as she saw Margaery’s eyes roam over her body from her stiff, pink nipples atop her small, round breasts down to the small patch of fiery pubic hair above her snatch. Kneeling next to the naked Stark Margaery gently caressed Sansa’s thin stomach before grabbing a tray of fruit from a table and holding out a single grape for Sansa. Leaning forward Sansa gratefully accepted the fruit, savouring the explosion of taste after so long of eating watery gruel. “I’ve been told that when one has been starved as you have you must not eat too much too fast. We’ll start slowly and work our way up to some yummy lemon cakes.” She smiled as she fed Sansa another grape.
“Thank you Margaery.” Sansa said sincerely “You’ve been so kind to me.”
“I have haven’t I?” Margaery said with a cryptic smile. “Do you know what Cersei was planning for you?”
“N-No.” Sansa shook her head.
“It was quite horrible. She wanted to strip you naked and parade you through the city letting any man who wanted ravish you.” Margaery revealed “You would have made a good number of whores go hungry. Luckily for you I found out about it and stopped it before she could touch you.”
Shuddering at the thought of what could have been Sansa looked thankfully at Margaery and said “It seems I owe you my life as well as my freedom.”
“Indeed you do.” Margaery smirked as she caressed Sansa’s stomach “You know, there is a custom in the Reach where if someone saves your life, your life belongs to them. Do you have a similar custom in the North?”
“Y-Yes...” Sanasa nodded her head.
“Then I suppose your life belongs to me.” Margaery said as she leaned in and captured Sansa’s soft lips. As Sansa let out a gasp Margaery slipped her tongue into her mouth and moved a hand down to run her fingers through her fine pubic hair causing Sansa to moan into her mouth. Breaking the kiss with a leer Margaery stared deeply into her eyes and said “Say it, say you belong to me.”
“I...I belong to you.” Sansa replied, her small breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
Her leer growing into a grin Margaery took Sansa’s and pulled her to her feet. “Come with me.” Leading her into her bed chambers Margaery had her sit on the bed as she stood in front of her. “Do you know why I need you?” she asked as she allowed her gown to fall from her shoulders to reveal her round sculpted breasts. Seeing Sansa shake her head while staring at her erect nipples, Margaery smiled and said “My husband is such a sweet boy but he has more experience playing with Ser Pounce than my pussy and as enthusiastic about his marital duties as he is he just isn’t able to satisfy me. That’s where you come in my pet.” She purred as she pushed her dress off of her wide hips reveal her bald nether lips to Sansa. “You will satisfy me until my husband is capable, understand?”
“Y-Yes Margaery.” Sansa nodded.
Leaning in to brush her hips against hers Margaery said “When we are intimate like this it’s ‘Your Majesty’.”
“Y-Yes Your Majesty.” Sansa breathed heavily.
Standing up straight Margaery grinned at her as she twirled a finger though Sansa’s soft hair. “I’m glad you understand.” she purred as she pulled Sansa’s face to her cunny “Kiss.”
Doing as she was told Sansa pursed her lips and pressed them to Margaery’s labia. Placing soft kisses up and down her lips Sansa breathed deeply Margaery’s intoxicating scent before extending her tongue to slide between her folds to taste Margaery’s drenched pussy; her juices trickling over her tongue and into her mouth for her to drink. “mmm, you’re very good at this. Have you done this before?” Margaery asked teasingly.
“N-No!” Sansa shook her head with a blush. “I’ve never...” she trailed off embarrassed.
“Been with another woman?” Margaery smiled at her. “Don’t worry my dear little pet, you’ll get used to it.” She purred as she stroked her cheek before moving to a set of drawers to retrieve an item before returning to Sansa. “Do you know what this is?” she asked as she held the item before Sansa making her eyes go wide.
“It... It’s a...”
“It’s a cock.” Margaery finished with glee in her voice. Running her fingers along the smooth, lacquered length of the phallus Margaery grinned at the look on Sansa’s face. “This was given to me by my Grandmother. It’s been in the family for generations.” She explained as she slipped into a harness and attached the wooden cock to her crotch. “Countless Tyrell women have used it to pleasure themselves. My cousins especially enjoy playing with it.”
“H-How do they... Without...”
“Without despoiling themselves? Shall I show you?” she grinned “Put your hand between your legs.” She commanded. Watching as Sansa brought a hand between her legs and started rubbing herself Margaery grinned wickidely “Is you hand wet?”
“Y-Yes.” Sansa breathed as she lifted her hand up to show the queen.
“Good.” Margaery smiled and placed her cock into her proffered hand, instructing the girl to stroke it and coat it in her juices. Once it was sticky with her excitement Margaery cupped her cheek and instructed her to lick the shaft. Nodding her head Sansa leaned forward with her pink tongue extended and started licking the polished wood; running her tongue from the intricately carved cockhead down to its base and back again, tasting herself on the shaft as she covered it in her saliva. Stroking her hair Margaery cupped her chin and held open her mouth so that she could slide the cock over Sansa’s soft pouting lips and into her gullet causing her to gag. Drawing Sansa’s lips up and down her cock Margaery released her head and smiled down at her as she saw Sansa continue to drag her lips along her length.
Withdrawing her cock from Sansa’s mouth Margaery grinned as she saw saliva drip down her chin “You’re a natural at this Sansa.” Margaery praised her making a blush spread across her face as she smiled happily. Leaning down to lap at her chin Margaery climbed onto the bed next to her “Come lay down Sansa dear.” Margaery said as she rearranged the pillows so that when Sansa laid down on her stomach she was facing the foot of the bed with two pillows beneath her hips so that her ass was raised in the air. Caressing the curve of her back Margaery licked her lips as she squeezed Sansa’s soft ass making the girl gasp and look over her shoulder at her. “Uh-uh.” Margaery shook her head as she pressed herself into Sansa’s back and turned her head to look forward facing a mirror opposite. Kissing the nape of her neck Margaery stroked Sansa’s slender form as her lips trailed down her spine.
Kissing both of the small dimples just above the curve of her ass Margaery pulled apart her cheeks and lightly licked Sansa’s tightest orifice. Jumping in surprise Sansa looked over her shoulder and said “Your Majesty!”
Lightly biting Sansa’s cheek Margaery sternly said “Face forward.” When she turned back around Margaery resumed her licking; spitting on the wrinkled hole and rubbing her saliva into her with her tongue. Satisfied that she had wet her enough Margaery sat up and positioned the tip of her cock to her entrance and gently thrust forward, breaching the tight ring of muscles making Sansa cry out.
Looking into the mirror and seeing Sansa biting the pillow beneath her Margaery reached out to grab her long, red hair and tug her head back gently. “Don’t bit the pillow, I want to hear all your moans.” She said lustfully as she resumed sinking in deeper into Sansa’s ass causing the girl to moan loudly as she arched her back and her fingers clawed at the sheets beneath her.
When her crotch met Sansa’s soft rear Margaery leaned forward to press herself into back and kissed her cheek. “mmm, no tears.” She noticed with a smile “Grandmother always said Starks are made of sterner stuff than the other houses. All the Highgarden girls I’ve fucked wept the first time I entered them. But not you my sweet little pet.” She purred as she turned Sansa’s head to kiss her still moaning lips. “Even Loras cried the first time I fucked him.”
“S-Ser Loras?” Sansa gasped as she looked at the queen.
“Oh yes.” Margaery smiled as she started slowly moving her hips, pulling her cock almost completely out of Sansa's rectum before sliding it back in “I’ve been fucked Loras in the ass since we were children. How did you think he developed his... tastes.” She giggled. “Recently I’ve had to fuck him at least thrice a week; since Renly’s dead who know who he might take up with if I didn’t see to his needs. The brother of the Queen cannot be involved in that kind of scandal, can he?” she said as she lightly kiss Sansa's neck making the girl coo. “That’s why I’m glad you’re here my dear Sansa. You’ll help me sating my brothers deviant desires.”
“I-I will?” Sansa panted as she rolled her hips back against Margaery’s.
“Oh yes. I’m sure the three of us will be spending a lot of time together.” Margaery purred as she chewed on Sansa's ear. Hearing this Sansa imagined herself entwined between the naked forms of the queen and her beautiful brother, picturing them using her body in any way they saw fit. The thought alone of Margaery presenting the naked Sansa for her brothers pleasure was enough to make Sansa cum; her whole body going rigid as euphoria engulfed her mind and her anus clamped down on Margaery’s wooden shaft preventing her from pulling it out.
As Sansa convulsed and bucked beneath her Margaery grinned happily as she held her tightly, caressing her slender body and kissing her neck. When she finally went limp in her arms Margaery lovingly stroked her hair as she withdrew her cock from Sansa's ass and moved to sit in front of her and lifted Sansa's head to rest in her lap. Running her fingers through her hair Margaery softly cooed out “Sansa.” When the girl lifted her head up to look at the queen through dazed eyes Margaery smiled and said “You must clean my cock after you use it.”
“Y-Yes Your Majesty.” Sansa nodded and without hesitation extended her tongue to run up and down the soiled shaft before wrapping her lips around the cock and slide them up and down. Stroking her hair Margaery smiled down at her “You’re such a good girl Sansa. Did you enjoy having me ravish your cute little ass?”
“Yes Your Majesty.” Sansa replied as she circled the head of the wooden penis with her tongue.
“Good because I’m about to ravish something else.” She leered as she pounced on top of Sansa and forced her lips against hers. As her tongue entered Sansa's mouth Margaery’s hands roamed her body, groping her firm breasts and roughly tugging on her nipples causing Sansa to whimper into the kiss. Kissing her way down Sansa's neck Margaery moved her lips down her soft, pale skin; stopping briefly to chew and suck on the pink nipples that stood erect upon her small breasts before licking her way down to twirl her tongue around Sansa's navel in the centre of her taut stomach. Pushing her thighs apart Margaery leaned down inhaled Sansa's musky scent before looking up to see Sansa staring down at her between her heaving breasts. “You smell yummy.” Margaery leered as she hungrily licked her lips “I bet you taste just as yummy.” She declared as she extended her tongue to run up and down Sansa's slit causing the girl to let out a squeal.
“Your Majesty!” Sansa cried out as she bucked her hips against Margaery’s face causing her to open her mouth wide to cover her mound and suck on her pussy causing Sansa to writhe as her juices started to leak out into the queens mouth.
“mmm, delicious.” Margaery leered as she licked her now wet lips. “You know, I’ve tasted women from all the Seven Kingdoms, even a Dornishwoman.”
“A...A Dornishwoman?” Sansa asked.
“oh yes, but don’t tell my father; he’d have a fit if he knew I’d been with a Dornishwoman.” Margaery giggled naughtily as she rested her head on Sansa's thigh and continued lapping at her pussy. “Her cunny had a certain tang to it, almost spicy.” She revealed “Highgarden girls are sort of like ripe peaches, bursting with sweet juices the moment you sink your teeth into them.” She leered as she lightly bit Sansa's thigh making her gasp. Admiring the bite mark she had left of the supple pale flesh Margaery softly kissed her skin before giving Sansa a sultry look “But you’re the first Northern girl I’ve tasted and you’re by far the tastiest of all Seven Kingdoms.”
“I am?” Sansa asked panting.
“Indeed you are.” Margaery grinned up at her. “I wonder if all Northern girls taste as good. As I understand it Littlefinger has a whore who hails from your kingdom, perhaps I’ll have her brought to us and we can hold a tasting to see if all Northern girls taste as good as you.”
“I-If that pleases you Your Majesty.” Sansa breathed.
“It does.” Margaery grinned “But not as much as this does.” She said as she thrust her fingers into her cunny so that her fingertips pressed against her maidenhead making the girl gasp “This pleases me greatly; did the Imp not bed you on your wedding night?”
“N-No.” Sansa shook her head “Lord Tyrion was kind to me.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” She purred as she moved up Sansa's body and kissed her cheek “But I’m not going to be so kind.” She growled into her ear and forced Sansa's legs apart so that she could thrust her wooden cock into her tight little snatch, resting the tip of her fake phallus against the thin membrane. Staring deeply into Sansa's eyes Margaery lovingly caressed her cheek and said “Do you know why it’s so important that a noble woman stays a virgin until marriage? It’s because you belong to whoever takes your virginity.” Margaery told her as she thrust her hips forward so that her cock strained against her hymen, threatening to tear it “Beg me to take your virginity.” She demanded.
“P-Please take my virginity Your Majesty.” Sansa replied her whole body quivering.
“Beg to be owned by me.” Margaery ordered as she bit Sansa's collar bone making her moan.
Biting her bottom lip Sansa said “Please own me Your Majesty.”
“As you wish.” Margaery leered as she thrust forward, tearing through Sansa's virginity making the cry out. As Sansa threw her head back Margaery bit her exposed throat as she slid one hand over her hip and between her ass cheeks to thrust her fingers into her anus while her other moved down her abdomen to pinch her swollen clitoris. Being stimulated from the front and behind Sansa moaned loudly and wantonly thrust her hips hard against Margaery. “That’s it Sansa, move your hips!” the queen growled as she thrust another finger into her anus “Cum for me! Cum for your Queen!”
As Margaery continued to thrust into her pussy and assault her ass and clit with her fingers Sansa came hard, her pussy and ass clamping down on the invading cock and fingers that assailed her orifices. Her whole body convulsing beneath Margaery, Sansa clung desperately to the queen as her eyes rolled back into her head as her juices gushed out of her cunny to soak Margaery’s crotch before collapsing limply on the bed.
Grinning down at her worn out lover Margaery slipped out of Sansa's pussy to lay next to her panting pet. Reaching out a hand Margaery lovingly caressed the girls sweat soaked stomach. “Did you enjoy that, my sweet Sansa?”
“Y-Yes...” Sansa panted hard. “That was... That was...”
“Wonderful? Magical? Amazing?” Margaery suggested with a laugh as she leaned down to kiss the tired girl. “I’m glad to hear that.” She smiled as she pulled cock off of her groin and brought the phallus up to her mouth. Admiring the way it glistened with Sansa's juices Margaery opened her mouth and slid it over her lips. Sucking the sticky fluids from it Margaery allowed it to slide almost completely down her throat before withdrawing it and looking at the wide eyed looking Sansa. “Impressed?” Margaery smirked at her as she pressed the saliva coated shaft to Sansa's lips. “Don’t be; soon you’ll be able to take a cock deep into your throat.” She purred as she pressed the phallus passed her lips and deep into her throat, not stopping even as she gagged and choked until she had the entire cock inside of her.
Holding it in her gullet Margaery smiled as she watched Sansa's eyes water before withdrawing it from her throat causing her to gasp and heave as Margaery stroked her back. “Don’t worry my sweet practice makes perfect and I’ll see to it that you get plenty of practice.” She giggled and lovingly kissed the young Stark’s cheek.
“Yes Your Highness.” Sansa nodded and wiped away the saliva she had dribbled onto her chin.
“Margaery, my sweet.” She corrected her softly.
“But you said-” Sansa started only for Margaery to interrupt her.
“When we are alone you may call me Margaery. When we are in the company of others or we are being intimate you will refer to me as ‘Your Majesty’.” Margaery explained as she reached down and stroked Sansa's pouting pussy lips making her gasp “Understand?”
“Y-Yes Your Majesty.” Sansa moaned.
“Good girl.” She smiled as she leaned in and kissed her deeply.
As Margaery caressed her body Sansa reached out to grasp the wooden shaft and asked “S-Shall I wear this now?”
“No that won’t be necessary.” Margaery said as she tossed the toy off to one side.
“But I haven’t satisfied you yet. I...I want to make you feel how you made me feel.” Sansa said blushing deeply.
“So sweet.” Margaery laughed as she kissed her cheek. “But you needn’t concern yourself with that. You’ll be seeing to my needs in a different way.” She purred as she reached out and pulled on a rope besides their bed causing a bell to ring.
As soon as the bell stopped ringing a man dressed entirely in blue entered the room leering at the two naked beauties. Blushing down to the tips of her breasts Sansa made to cover her nakedness with her arms only for Margaery to grab her wrists and restrain them meaning the man had an unobstructed view of her pale nubile body. “This is Wat.” Margaery introduced the man “But everyone calls him the Blue Bard for obvious reasons.” She laughed as she nuzzled into Sansa's cheek “Isn’t he handsome?”
“Y-Yes.” Sansa nodded her head blushing brightly.
“I’m glad you think so because he’s going to fuck you now.” She informed Sansa making the girl gasp. Pressing herself into Sansa's back Margaery groped her chest and lightly stroked her newly deflowered quim and purred into her ear “As queen I can’t indulge in many of life’s little pleasures such as fucking a handsome bard like Wat here. That’s why I want you to do it in my stead, I shall be living vicariously through you.” Cupping her chin and turning her head so that she could stare into Sansa's eyes Margaery softly asked “You’ll do this for me won’t you?” she asked sweetly, her lips brushing against Sansa's.
“O-Of course Your Majesty.” Sansa said.
“Good, now go over there and suck his cock.” Margaery demanded with a lustful leer.
Doing as she was told Sansa left Margaery’s embrace and crawled over to the man who had already undid his britches and pulled out his cock making Sansa gasp at the size of it. Seeing her stare transfixed at the throbbing, veiny shaft Margaery wrapped her arms around Sansa's body and rested her chin on her shoulder “It makes your mouth water doesn’t it.” Margaery purred “Why don’t you start by taking his balls into your mouth?” she suggested as she pressed her hand to the back of Sansa's head to force her face into the man’s groin.
Feeling his hot, sweaty balls rub against her pretty face Sansa opened her mouth and extended her tongue to draw the hairy orbs into her mouth. Swirling them around her mouth Sansa sucked hard on them until the pulled them from her mouth and pressed his swollen cockhead to her lips smearing them with his pre-cum. Parting her pink, pouting lips Sansa allowed the man to thrust this cock into her mouth, dragging his leaking tip over her tongue to force to taste his seminal fluid before continuing deeper into her gullet. Her instincts wanted her to pull away, to prevent this thick slab of meat sliding down her throat and blocking her airways before she suffocated but her desire to impress Margaery and not disappoint her kept Sansa from moving her head, simply allowing the man to continue force feeding her his cock and trying with little success to control her gag reflex. When she finally reached the base of his shaft Sansa was forced to inhale his scent and was surprised to find he smelt vaguely of soap. She briefly had time to wonder if the bard made a habit of cleaning himself this thoroughly or if he had done so at Margaery’s request before he started to slowly extract his cock.
Sansa's relief was short lived as the man didn’t even wait to pull his cock out entirely before thrusting back in, the short sharp jab of his thrust causing hers to widen and water as she gagged around his length. With apparently little care for her comfort the man increased the speed of his thrusting; grabbing onto her hair and grunting loudly as he shoved his dick in and out of her mouth. As her throat was blocked by the cock sliding in and out of it and her nose spending a great deal of time pressed deeply into his thick, course pubic hair Sansa began to feel light headed and feared she would pass out before the man would finish with her but as her throat tightened around his dick the man suddenly stiffened and the balls resting against her chin throbbed and strained as he unleashed three great volleys of sperm; the first of which he poured directly down her gullet, coating her throat and filling her stomach with his thick semen before pulling back and flooding her mouth with his seed. As her cheeks were filled with cum Sansa couldn’t contain the sheer volume of sperm in her mouth which forced it’s way out around his shaft and down her chin before he pulled out of her mouth completely and shot his final load over her face, coating her pretty features and splattering her hair with his spunk.
Coughing and heaving violently as copious amounts of sperm poured from her mouth and onto the bed Sansa felt a hand lovingly stroke her back. Looking through watery eyes Sansa saw Margaery staring proudly at her “You did so well my sweet pet.” Margaery praised her happily.
“I...I did?” Sansa sniffed, looking down at the mess she had made.
“Of course you did.” Margaery assured her “To take a cock as big as that for your first time, I’m so proud of you.” She said as she hugged her tightly.
“T-Thank you Your Majesty.” Sansa said, tears welling up in her eyes and falling down her cheeks to leave rivulets in the thick layer of cum that coated her face.
As Margaery began scooping the sperm into Sansa's mouth the queen turned Sansa's head so that she could stare at Wat and his still hard cock “Look at that.” Margaery purred into Sansa's ear “Still hard even after giving you this much cum. It’s like that because you’re so beautiful.” Margaery told her.
“Don’t be absurd!” Sansa cried blushing. “It’s because of you, you’re so much more beautiful than I am.” She insisted.
“Oh hush.” Margaery grinned at her and grabbed her hand to bring it between her thighs. “Do you feel wet I am? I’m like this because of how sexy you are.” She purred as she leaned in and kissed Sansa, apparently not caring that her lips were covered in the bards semen. Breaking the kiss with a smile Margaery extended her tongue to seductively lick her lips before turning to the minstrel who was stroking his cock at the sight to the two entwined beauties. “Don’t you agree Wat? Isn’t Sansa the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?”
“Second only to you, your grace.” He grinned.
“You see!” Sansa said, vindicated.
“Oh he’s just saying that because I’m queen.” Margaery said with a smile “He’s a bard, it behoves them to ingratiate themselves with the most influential woman in the room.” She said as she brought her hand to the apex of Sansa's thighs and gently rubbed her cunny making her moan. “Now, are you ready to be fucked by Wat’s big cock?” getting a nervous nod from the girl Margaery moved Sansa to position her on all fours, her ass thrust out towards the man who stepped forward to knee behind her and squeeze her pale rear. Grasping his cock Wat ran his cock up and down her pouting labia to wet his tip he pressed his cockhead to her anus making her body shudder. “Any preference your grace?” he asked the queen.
“mmm, now that’s a question.” Margaery smiled as she sat in front of Sansa and lovingly stroked her hair. “Which would you like Sansa dear?”
“W-Whatever you want Your Majesty.” Sansa said, blushing as she buried her face into Margaery’s lap.
“How thoughtful of you.” Margaery smiled as she wrapped her legs around Sansa's head to hold her face to her pussy. “I think I’ll keep your ass all to myself.” She decided “Wat, you may fuck the lady Sansa's pussy.” She said magnanimously.
“Thank you Your Grace.” The Blue Bard leered as he repositioned his cock to Sansa's nether lips and thrust into her formerly virgin love channel causing Sansa to cry out into Margaery’s pussy. As his cock slide deep into her pussy Wat squeezed and slapped Sansa's pale ass, grunting as her tight pussy constricted around his dick every time he struck her pert cheeks. Showing no regard for her inexperience Wat rapidly thrust into Sansa, if anything venturing through untrodden lands only seemed to spur him on to greater fervour.
Wrapping her arms around Margaery’s soft, creamy thighs Sansa dug her fingers into her soft flesh as she let out a guttural moan directly into the queens pussy. Feeling a hand grasp her hair Sansa looked up to see Margaery staring down at her with a look of wanton lust in her eyes as her free hand groped one of her perfect breasts. “Lick my pussy Sansa.” She demanded. Doing as she was told Sansa extended her tongue and began lapping at Margaery’s labia, running it up and down her dripping snatch before sliding it as deep as she could. Grinding her pussy against Sansa's face Margaery reached down to pinch her tongue between her thumb and forefinger and drew it towards the small, swollen nub at the apex of her quim. “Lick me here!” she ordered. Nodding her head Sansa began lavishing attention on Margaery’s clit, her tongue swirling around and flicking the small bundle of nerves causing Margaery to throw her head back with a lewd moan as her thighs squeezed around Sansa's head drawing her closer to her cunny.
It wasn’t long before Sansa found her mouth flooded with the queen’s girl cum, her sweet, musky secretions gushing into her mouth forcing her to quickly swallow. The knowledge that she had giving her friend and saviour such intense pleasure set off Sansa's own orgasm; her pussy squeezing around the cock lodged deep inside of her as she juices soaked Wat’s crotch. Seeing the two gorgeous women writhing in ecstasy and feeling Sansa's tight pussy massaged his length as her innermost walls convulsed Wat grunted loudly and with several short sharp thrusts buried his cock as deep as possible into Sansa's moist cleft as his cock exploded.
Recovering from her orgasm Margaery looked down at her lover and affectionately stroked her hair. Noticing that Sansa was rocking back and forth Margaery looked down her body and noticed Wat was still thrusting into her, his eyes closed and grunting softly. Clearing her throat to get his attention Margaery said “You may leave us now Wat.”
“Of course, Your Grace.” Wat nodded as he pulled out of Sansa's pussy causing his cum to pour out from between her lips. Pausing to commit the sight of the two naked, dishevelled noblewomen to his memory Wat gave Sansa's ass one final squeeze before retrieving his clothes and leaving.
Continuing to stroke Sansa's soft hair for a while Margaery smiled as she looked down into her dazed, unfocused eyes. Slipping out from under her Margaery wandered into the next room for a moment before returning with a cum. Sitting on the bed Margaery pulled Sansa's back onto her lap and softly cooed “Sansa my love, you need to drink this.” Still in her stupor Sansa leaned up to place her lips to the brim only to grimace at the taste. “Bitter.” She complained.
“I know my sweet but you must drink your tea otherwise you may find that the Blue Bards seed has taken root.” She said as she caressed Sansa's smooth stomach and put the cup back to her lips. Watching as she drained the tea Margaery smiled down at Sansa and said “You’re such a good girl, I think you deserve a reward.” She smiled as she held up a small cake. “It’s your favourite.” She grinned as she held it to Sansa's lips. As the smell of fresh lemons wafted up her nose Sansa's mouth watered. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a lemon cake and so when she leaned up to take a bite Sansa let out a whimper when Margaery pulled it from her lips and instead rolled it down her sticky, sweat soaked body until she rested it against her puffy pussy lips. Leaning down Margaery rested her chin on Sansa's shoulder and slowly slid her other hand down Sansa's slender body to her crotch where she pressed on her mound causing Wat’s thick sperm to spurt from between her lips and splash onto the cake. Repeating this process until the cake was smothered in a thick coat of sperm at Margaery began rolling it back up her body leaving a trail of cum through her pubic hair and between her breasts until it was pressed to her lips. Opening wide Sansa finished the cake in two bites and even sucked Margaery’s sticky fingers clean. “Was that yummy my dear?”
“Yes.” Sansa nodded.
“I’m glad. Whenever you please me I’ll let you eat all the lemon cakes your can stomach.” She promised.
“I’ll endeavour to always please you, Your Majesty.” Sansa vowed.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Margaery smiled as she idly ran her finger in circles on Sansa's chest. “Do you know how Cersei coerced men to do her bidding? She used her cunt.” Margaery said causing Sansa to gasp. “She whored herself out to any man she thought useful. Such a shameful way for a queen to act.” Margaery said. “But there will be times when I need a man to be... pliable to my way of thinking. And bedding a beautiful, lusty noblewoman like you would be just the way to do it.” Margaery purred into her ear as she nuzzled into the side of her face. “Would you assist me in that pursuit?”
“Of course I would.” Sansa said instantly “I would do anything for you, Your majesty.” She declared fanatically with a look of utter devotion and adoration on her face.
“Thank you my love.” Margaery grinned as she leaned down and kissed Sansa, one hand gently cupping and squeezing her breast while the Northern girl reached up to run her fingers though Margaery’s silky brown hair. Breaking the kiss Margaery lovingly caressed Sansa's cheek and said “You must be exhausted my sweet let’s get to bed.” She purred as she pulled back the covers and pulled Sansa beneath them before slipping in next to her. Wrapping her arms around Margaery, Sansa nuzzled into her chest and kissed her perfect breasts making the queen gasp happily. “Oh? Still frisky are we?” she giggled as she rolled on top of Sansa and pinned her arms to the bed. Kissing her deeply Margaery leered lustfully at her and said “I was going to let you rest but since you’re not tired I’ll summon Loras.” She growled “Then we can have some real fun.”
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