"Strip!" Joffrey repeated, glaring at her. "Or leave!"
Margaery stared at Joffrey, fear and shame mixed in her own eyes. Her entire body shivered as she found not an ounce of love, lust, or pity from the King. Her mind went empty at that point, finding no way out of this.
Only by pleasing the King, doing whatever he demanded, could she hope to remain his wedded wife, the future queen. The entire time, she remembered her grandmother's words and they gave her some strength. Just this time. Grandmother assured me… Just this once.
"I'm running out of patience, Lady Margaery." Joffrey coldly voiced from the table, still seated there as if expecting a great show.
"I-I will obey my husband." Margaery submitted and began taking off her dress. Starting with the knot on the side of her waist, she loosened the dress around her body. Then, with a swift move of her palms, she slid it off her shoulders.
Her fully naked form was finally revealed, without a thread of smallcloth on her perfectly pale, smooth skin. The peaks of her beautiful breasts hardened from the cold air as the slopes of her hips swayed from her coyness.
Joffrey admired the view. As much as I loathe her, there is beauty in her nobility. What a tight body, that perfect cunt.
Margaery felt conscious of his gaze and covered her breasts with one arm, and her femininity with a palm, legs squeezed tight.
These are useless expressions. She thinks she can fool me? Joffrey decided to play more with her.
"Use your discarded clothes as a seat," Joffrey ordered with an aroused smirk. "Sit down, spread your legs, and pleasure yourself with your fingers."
Margaery's eyes widened once again, her tears welling up until sliding down this time. "Y-Your Grace, that's unbecoming of your wife-to-be, you—"
"You're MY wife-to-be, are you not? Then there's nothing to be ashamed of before your royal husband," Joffrey retorted and waved his hand, nudging her to start.
Margaery gulped, regretting coming to his room now; regretting wearing that revealing dress, and leaving her hair loose. But she bit her lips and did as commanded, kneeling down first before falling back on her hips.
She tried not to look at Joffrey and spread her knees apart, revealing all of her pale brown tight cunt. It lacked the dampness, but not for long, as Margaery quickly began rubbing two of her fingers all over her entrance.
Joffrey breathed deeply, loving the spectacle. His cock grew hard as the view was something he knew he could afford only as a King. He thanked the heavens, the Seven, and peered at her.
"Eyes on me, my Lady."
Margaery pursed her lips and looked up. Seeing the erection on Joffrey's breeches and the lust-filled smile on his lips brought confidence in her. Perhaps there was something to be earned? In the end, the King was also a man, and every man's weakness was a beautiful woman.
"Mmmh…" Margaery let herself go, moaning gently as soon as her middle finger slid in. Spreading her own walls apart, simmering in the hot silkiness.
"Wonderful, Lady Margaery." Joffrey commended, eyeing her from her handful breasts to her drooling cunt. "Now, use two fingers."
"Y-ooh! Your Grace, why don't you…" Margaery quivered on the floor, supporting herself with one arm as she spread herself wider. "Take me-eh… Your Grace!"
"Hmm…" Joffrey hummed as if pondering something. But then he moved and walked around the table to his chair to open a drawer.
Margaery felt excited, hoping the King would spill in her once again. This time, she really didn't want to take any Moon Tea. For the survival of her dream, she needed to have his babe and produce him an heir.
Anything for that.
Anything.
"I think fingers won't be enough for you," Joffrey muttered.
Margaery got excited. "Ummm… You can help me, Your Grace."
"No, I don't think I will. But I have something useful." Joffrey finally took out a wooden 'thing' shaped like a cock, carved, smoothened, polished, and cleaned according to his own erect size. "This should do."
He walked over to Margaery and presented it to her. "Use this and give me a wonderful memory."
Margaery looked at it with annoyance. She was a mess on the floor, sweating everywhere, her eyes teared up, her hot slit soaking wet—this wasn't what she was hoping for.
She tried to smile and lovingly look at Joffrey. She leaned back on both her arms and spread herself wide as if presenting a gift. "Your Grace, why use a fake when you can have me any way you like?"
"Then, I want you this way." Joffrey waved the wooden cock at her. "Quick now, I don't have all day."
In the end, she helplessly nodded and took the wood. After taking a deep breath she pressed it over her petals and slowly inserted it. It felt big, similar to Joffrey's size. But unlike a cock, this was completely hard, forcing her walls to spread ruthlessly.
"Ummmmh!" She groaned amidst the moans from each inch it gained inside her. It was rough despite its smoothness. It was cold unlike a cock. It felt foreign as if it didn't belong inside her. So rigid, so big.
She could hear the bouts of claps from the King, bringing shame to herself.
Joffrey could feel his arousal rising to the peak. It was hard to control himself from just fucking her right then and there, however he liked. Especially when she was offering herself so diligently.
But he didn't want it, he was done with Margaery Tyrell.
"Eyes on me, my Lady."
Margaery shivered on the cock as soon as she began taking it out again. She had never done herself like this before, using a cock made of wood. Yet, she couldn't deny the pleasure she gained from it. On top of that, hearing Joffrey address her so respectfully while making her do something so shameless—Felt like a forbidden pleasure.
"Aaaah… mmm!"
With great satisfaction, Joffrey watched her coo and pleasure herself. Standing so close to her, it was the best spot to relish her constantly changing expression. However, why be a spectator when you could join in the fun?
"Good, keep going," Joffrey ordered and got even closer to her. "Straighten up on your knees. Don't stop."
Joffrey began tugging on his breeches, loosening them. Soon, it fell down to his knees, followed by his smallcloth. Right away his straining cock made an appearance, pointing at Margaery with twitches.
Margaery deeply breathed, taking his scent in, wondering if she'd get to take him in now.
"Don't stop." But Joffrey had other plans as he widened his legs a little and slammed the base of his cock on her forehead, slapping her. "Let me borrow that mouth of yours… my Lady."
Margaery felt a shiver run down her entire body, her hands felt tired and yet she couldn't bring herself to a stop. The sliding sensation of that tool was too much. The joy of being spread wide like that—so close to that edge, that release.
Without responding, she silently surrendered her lips wide to take the King in her mouth. If this was what Joffrey desired from his wife, it was her duty to give.
With a deep breath, Joffrey eased forward. With one hand he grabbed her head, with the other he aimed his cock at her mouth. Then, with a gentle push, he drowned himself in primal pleasure.
The soaking warmth almost made his knees shake. Tight, clamping around his entire girth, he continued to indulge himself deeper and deeper with no care. While not monstrous, he was sizable, girthy with an especially swollen cockhead.
"Ugh… Agh!"
Margaery gagged for breath once Joffrey struck the back of her throat, pouring all of his masculine rod to the hilt. But instead of pulling back, he remained there and roughly pulled her face on his length with his palms.
"Unnnn!"
Joffrey grounded her face there and gyrated his hips too. It was her punishment for betraying him and ruining his entire plan. If only she had remained a good little pawn and birthed him an heir, everything would have been under his control by now.
"No… Don't stop, my sweet Margaery." Joffrey finally pulled back and let her breathe a little. "Don't make this king repeat himself."
"Hmmm…" She hummed in reply, her face a mess already from the sputtering, dribbling sticky spit that had leaked out of her lips. Her wonderful, proud eyes had nothing but surrender in them—a tearful yield.
Joffrey shoved back in again. But he didn't hold himself in anymore and began fucking her face in the true sense. Fast, harsh, and deep. With his hands on her head, he made Margaery fuck her own face on his cock, while his thrusting hips reacted at the same time and fucked her back.
"Tight!" Joffrey roared. "Clamp your lips, my lovely queen-to-be."
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