Chapter 4 – A Flower's Pleasure
~ Aegon's Chambers ~
Margaery Tyrell had never dreamt her life would take this turn. From the moment she could speak, she had been trained for queenship—no, more than that. She had been moulded to be the queen, a figure of love, grace, and power, a ruler whose name would be sung by bards and whispered in awe for generations to come. Her grandmother, the indomitable Olenna Tyrell, had ensured that no stone was left unturned in her education, that no social nuance escaped her grasp. She had been taught how to charm, how to inspire devotion, and—when necessary—how to wield kindness as a blade and beauty as a weapon.
It was not enough to sit a throne. Any woman could sit a throne. Margaery was meant to rule.
She had studied history as much as she had studied the courtiers of King's Landing, and there was one queen her tutors often compared her to: Good Queen Alysanne, the wife of King Jaehaerys I. Alysanne had been beloved not just by the nobility, but by the common folk. She had wielded power in the only way that could ensure longevity—not through brute force or terror, but through adoration. Margaery had embraced that lesson early on.
And yet, despite all her training, despite all the meticulous planning, they had failed to account for one thing.
The return of the dragon.
When she had been wed to Renly Baratheon, she had played the role of the devoted wife, the rightful queen beside a rightful king. If she had been betrothed to Joffrey Baratheon, she would have worn the crown of the martyr, the noble lady seeking to heal a broken realm. She had learned how to navigate each new shift in the tides, how to thrive no matter which stag sat the Iron Throne.
But dragons… dragons changed everything.
Targaryens had been gone for almost two decades now, their blood diluted, their legacy smothered beneath steel and fire. But now, Rhaenys Targaryen, and her brother, the future king, Aegon Targaryen had returned - the conqueror come again. With a massive dragon at his command and armies at his back, he had shattered the fragile balance of power that Margaery had once so carefully maneuvered. The game was no longer one of politics alone—it was a game of fire and blood.
Yet, fate, it seemed, had a sense of irony.
For the favour of a dragon was worth far more than the favour of a stag.
The scales had tipped, but not against her. No, if anything, they had shifted in her favour. A Tyrell had always known how to survive in the shifting winds of power. Where others cowered before the storm, Margaery had learned to dance in the rain. And if the stag had failed her, the dragon had welcomed her with open arms.
Perhaps she would not be the only queen. That was a reality she had accepted long ago. Men like power, and women were made to share it with them—or so they believed. But she had long since stopped measuring power by the weight of a crown alone. It was not the title that made the queen, but the love of the people, the strength of alliances, and the sharpness of her mind.
And her would-be husband was doing an excellent job of convincing her of the many perks that came with such an arrangement.
Margaery smiled.
Alright, maybe it was her that was doing good job of convincing her husband to make her the Queen who had his favour.
Aegon groaned as he felt her tongue bathe his hard cock's tip. Margaery liked what she had tasted because she moaned and started sucking his balls. Her hand started working his cock in tandem and soon he was groaning right along with her.
His fingers slid through her hair and gently scratched her scalp as she pleased him. The sensation had her cunt tingling. For some odd reason, her scalp was always quite sensitive to the touch. At the moment, she didn't care about the reasons why she only cared about the way it made her cunt leak. Wanting to savour her husband and make sure she earned his favour, she let go of his balls and took his member into her mouth.
Slowly she worked it down her throat. It was so big that she could only get about halfway down. Bobbing her head, she sucked him off while her hand fondled his balls. Her eyes fluttered as he resumed his light scratching of her scalp, making her pussy even wetter. When suddenly he pulled it out of her mouth, she looked up wondering why.
"I think it's time that I tasted you," he said, making her stand up. "Turn around and bend over the table," he said, squeezing her hips. She did what he asked, turning around until her wide hips and large ass faced him.
"Mmmm, such a fantastic ass. Lift it up for me," he commanded, slapping her ass loudly, making her gasp as her round cheeks jiggled. She bit her lip and followed his command.
Aegon watched as she arched her back. Her pale, plump ass rose into the air giving him a lovely view of everything that she had to offer. His hands trailed up the smooth skin of her legs as he placed his face between her plump cheeks.
Margaery looked over her shoulder to see that her King had pressed his face right between her cheeks! She bit her lip when he started shaking his face back and forth, motorboating her large rump. His hands gripped the front of her thighs and pulled her closer.
Now his face was completely mashed up against her naked pussy. She gasped when his tongue lapped at the juices rolling out of her damp folds. She was a little embarrassed at the wet slurping sounds coming from behind her. Yet, she couldn't deny the fact she had never experienced such intense pleasure… such passion.
She wasn't ready for what came next. Suddenly his tongue started vibrating harder than she had ever felt before, and he pulled her clit as she felt pure pleasure strike the hardened nub like a bolt of lightning.
"FUUUUUCK!" she wailed, slamming her fist against the bed as her cunt erupted, squirting streams of juices across the room. The moment she started squirting, Aegon never being one to do things normally, got behind her and slid all the way inside her still cumming, virgin cunt!
She felt her back get covered in her own juices as Aegon slammed his hips into her backside. The wet sounds of flesh colliding filled the room and mixed with her mewls and curses as his massive pole stretched her previously virgin cunt. Margaery cried out when he leaned over and began groping her hanging breasts. Her nipples were being tweaked and pulled as his thrusting seemed to increase in pace. One hand on her left tit while the other slid down her flat belly.
She was barely able to squeak out when he pinched her overly-sensitive clit between his fingers and rolled it around, massaging it with a level of mastery that seemed like magic to her. Her thick behind trembled again, and Aegon slapped it as she came around him for the second time. Or was it third? Margaery was losing count of how many times her husband had unraveled her.
"Mercy, husband, please! I am spent!" she cried, forgetting the small fact that were not yet married, as he gripped her ass cheeks hard and ground his cock against her as he groaned loudly and spurted load after load into her steamy, wet cunt. With the amount he had poured into her, she would not be surprised if she had been impregnated by her husband on their very first time together.
Her body shook and was hit with violent spasms as he filled her up. She could only lay there, face down, ass up like a whore, and take his offerings. She groaned as he pulled out, and she felt a glob of cum leak out and run down the inside of her silky thigh.
SMACK!
"Ahhhh!" she mewled like a flea-bottom whore.
"You were only trained to handle stags, my dear. The dragon is much more virile. And insatiable. This wasn't even a warm up," Aegon whispered in her ear, giving her a clear indication of what was to come next.
Maybe… this arrangement wouldn't be that bad.
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