By Taking Margaery Ahead Of Schedule

Aegon Could See Only One Solution, Get Into Margaery's Dress Before Anything Else. Sansa and Myrcella Wouldn't Be As.....Understanding Of His Situation As Margaery, Who Was By Far The Most Intelligent Between The Three Queens-To-Be. Sansa Was Naive and Margaery Was Intelligent, But Myrcella Was Somewhere In Between. Margaery's Desire To Be Queen Was Strong, So Getting Her To Readily Agree With Aegon's Plan To Get An Heir In Her Ahead Of The Others Would Not Likely Be Much Trouble Either.

Aegon Drew Margaery Into His Private Bedroom, and Then Sat With Her In His Solar. ''We Have Six Big Problems Margaery.'' Says Aegon as He Pours Them Both Some Wine From Aegon's Personal Reserves. ''Only Six?'' Asks Margaery With Mock Innocence. ''Hehe.....Yeah, Arianne, Nymeria, Desmera, Ros, Tyene, and Armeca Are All With Child, With My Child. With Greyjoy's Smelling Blood and Preparing For War I Cannot Afford A Succession Crisis Afterwards. I Need An Established Heir Ahead Of Time. I Need You.'' Says Aegon as He Sits Opposite Margaery After Handing Her A Goblet. ''Not That I'm Complaining, But Why Me Specifically?'' Asks Margaery With Clear and Certain Curiosity In Her Voice.

''Your The Brightest, Prettiest, and Most Understanding Of The Three. Unless Of Course...........I Overestimated Your Desire For Being Safely Secured With A Crown Headpiece?'' Suggests Aegon and Let's His Eyes Wander Over To The Portrait Of Her, Myrcella and Sansa. Knowing What She Needs To Do In Order To Secure Her Place By Aegon's Side, Margaery Begins To Strip For The King Who's Arousal Is Steadily Growing and Aegon Begins To Follow Suit. Despite Having Never Laid With A Man Before, Margaery Acts As Though She Has Had Prior Experience and Training. Slowly Approaching The Young King, Aegon Finally Glimpses Her Full Form. Beautiful Skin, Nice Supple Breasts, Slender Long Legs, Margaery Stands Before The King, and Guides One Of His Hands To Her Pussy.

Margaery's Pussy Is Moist and Has A Small Patch Of Hair Around It. Slowly Sliding Down, Aegon Spreads Margaery's Lower Lips and Begins To Lick, Suck, and Play At With His Mouth and Tongue. Soft Moans Escape Margaery's Upper Lips and Her Fingers, As Soft and Slender As Her Legs and Skin, Ran Through Aegon's Hair. Margaery Pushed Her King's Head Deeper Inside Her Pussy and It Wasn't Long Before A Deluge Of Juices Ran Down Into Aegon's Mouth and Face. Rising Up, Aegon Picks Margaery Into His Arms, Much Like He Did Her Cousin Desmera Weeks Prior, and Kisses Her Whilst Guiding Just His Cockhead Into Margaery's Pussy. ''This'll Hurt, But It Will Get Better.'' Aegon Warns, and In One Swift Motion, Aegon Has Impaled Margaery On His Cock.

Aegon and Margaery Were Entwined and The Evidence Of Their Lovemaking Would Seen Plain As Sunrise. Seven Times Aegom Spent Himself Inside Margaery and Eight Times She Spent Herself On Him. The Room Stank Of Sex and Sweat. The Likelihood Of Her Not Being Impregnated Was Slim To Say The Least. ''What Shall We Name Him?'' Asks Margaery A Soft Hand Dancing Down Aegon's Chest, Under The Blankets To The Sight Of His Foreign Invasion Inside Her. ''Him? What Makes You Certain You Will Give Me A Son?'' Says Aegon Teasingly, Before Whimpering Slightly When Margaery Squezes Not His Cock, But Balls. ''Don't Be A Tease, I Will Give You A Son Before I Give You A Daughter.'' Says Margaery Firmly.

''If You Do Bear Me A Son, We'll Name Him Rhaegar, For My Father. If It's A Girl However, We'll Name Her Visenya For Queen Visenya Of Old.'' Says Aegon as He Caresses Margaery's Belly. ''What If I Give You Twins?'' Suggests Margaery. ''In The Event You Bear Me Two Sons, We'll Name Them Rhaegar and Daemon, In The Event Of Two Daughters We'll Name Them Visenya and Rhaenyra.'' Says Aegon as He Kisses His Bride. ''My Father and Brother Arrive Tomorrow, Shall We Tell Them What Has Transpired Here This Past Hour?'' Asks Margaery. ''I Think Not, Just Remember Why We Did This, and What Will Happen As A Result.'' Says Aegon as He Disentangled Himself From Margaery To Pour Himself A Dornish Red. ''I Won't Forget, But I Think You've Had Enough Wine.'' Says Margaery Before Taking The Goblet From Her King's Grasp and Drinking It Herself.