Margaery

His betrothed stood before him, dressed only in her shift, eyes feverish with lust. Jon knew it was risky for her to be here in his chambers, and that if they were discovered the Tyrells could use it as a means to move up their wedding, but as he drank in the sight of her, his mind was too clouded by lust and sleep for reason to govern his actions.

"I had to come," Margaery breathed, her voice distant, her gaze clouded, "I....I need you, I need to be with you...need you...inside me."

Her breathing was heavy, and Jon noticed there was a slight sheen of sweat across her body. She approached him, sat on the bed and cupped the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. The taste of her was enough to drive Jon mad, like a dozen sweet fruits. Jon moaned as her tongue slipped past his lips to play with his own. Suddenly she pressed her whole body forward until they both lay down, her leg wrapped around his waist while they lay on their sides.

Jon was lost in the fierceness of the kiss, all time fading as Margaery did her utmost to consume him. She broke away suddenly, and quickly peeled away the remnants of her clothing, leaving her naked body for his eyes to drown in. Margaery's breasts were full, tear dropped shaped and caped with pale pink nipples. Her belly was toned, her waist thin and her hips well rounded. The sight was glorious, especially given how they seemed to shine with sweat, yet Jon couldn't help but notice that it seemed she had felt less toned during their dance earlier, that perhaps her breasts weren't quite so full as they now seemed. Regardless he had little time to think as the woman quickly went to work pulling down his small clothes and revealing his hard cock to the night air.

She bent over and placed a chaste kiss on the crown of his cock, followed by her lathing her tongue up and down the shaft before she opened her mouth and took him inside.Her tongue danced around his cockhead, but only briefly. His eyes widened in absolute surprise as she suddenly sank down, taking more and more of his cock until he felt himself reach down her throat. Margaery bobbed up and down madly, getting every inch of his manhood down her gullet, driving him to utter madness. After a long moment where she assuredly gagged around his cock, she lifted herself up and looked him straight in the eye.

"This cock is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted, by the gods you must feed me your seed every day!" She pushed down on his chest with a single hand then, and proceeded to lower her dripping cunt down over his slick manhood, "Yes....gods....yes! Fuck me! Fuck a child into me!"

Jon began to thrust up into her hard and fast, the wets sounds and smacks of flesh on flesh filling the room as well as the pleasure filled cries Margaery let out every few seconds as Jon pumped into her wet cunt hard and deep, making sure no part of her pussy was unfilled. His hands found themselves around her waist, gripping painfully tight as the woman bounced above him, shrieking and squealing like an animal.

Her cunt was tight, hot and wet and grasping at his cock desperately, wanting to drain him of his seed, driving him crazy with lust. There was something to her, to the way her body reacted to him that was unlike anything he had ever experienced, as though every inch of her being was made perfectly to wring out the absolute amount of pleasure from him.

"I was born for you," She breathed, looking down at him with a mad intensity, "I was born as the perfect vessel for this cock!" she thrust down as hard as she could, taking him deeper into her womb, "now give me! that! seed!"

With a final loud groan, Jon slammed his cock deep within, feeling his release as he unloaded his seed into her ready and welcoming womb. He was utterly trapped underneath her, his body pinned as her cunt worked to milk the last of his seed from his balls. After a small eternity of bliss, both felt themselves slump over, lost in exhaustion.

Margaery reached up, and gave him a surprisingly gentle kiss. The look on her face was one of genuine adoration and she nuzzled against his neck. "I love you," she said into his flesh, before reluctantly peeling herself away and slowly dressing. Jon could only watch, dumbfounded as the woman gave him one last look of love before leaving his chamber.