An Unexpected Tutoring Session

As you approach the soon-to-be Queen's chambers, you find the corridors completely empty, and upon nearing the doorway leading to her private chambers, you hear the commanding voice of the Lady of Thorns, Lady Olenna Tyrell.

"No, not like that!" Jaime suspected that the old bat was likely 'the' power in the House of Tyrell and her barked command, driving in it's delivery that brooked no arguing, confirmed it to him, "Put your back into it, you silly girl. You want the King to wrap himself around your fingers, you need to break him."

You stand, flummoxed and worried, outside the doorway. You hear a sharp 'crack' of what sounds like a whip of some sort within. The door is slightly ajar and what you find within has your worries slip to the back of your mind.

The young princess sits on her bed, her knees taking her weight as she rocks gracefully atop a wooden phallus, grinding it into her pussy and clit and moaning. Her grandmother sits a little way away holding a thin, snaking whip, and you notice that Margaery's neck has a thin red line blooming where it appears she has taken a hit.

"Come girl, you want him to feel every inch of you, but to not send him over the edge and finish within you too quickly. Delay his pleasure. Make him beg for release. Good, grind, girl. Slowly."

Margaery appears to be following her grandmothers directions to the tee, and you can't object. If you had that slender, gorgeous teen riding you, you would be begging to plant your seed within her right now.

As you watch her hips grind the dildo, your hard-on rages, needing to be released and seen to.