Let her sleep

'She's just sleeping,' you reason with yourself - there's no harm in just going to sleep now and waiting for her to wake up, especially now that she's asleep. You sit back down on the chair and slowly drift off to sleep.

Your sleep is swiftly invaded by a vivid dream - you see yourself sitting in the same old chair, but standing in front of you is the Queen of all Westeros, the woman currently fast asleep in your bed, still dressed in her sheer white nightgown. She looks at you with a sultry gaze, her lips formed into a half-smile. Her nightgown is just barely holding up over her breasts, clinging to her hardened nipples for dear life. As she walks over to you, her nightgown sticks to her curves, highlighting her firm breasts and wide, child-bearing hips. This sight alone fills your mind with lewd, lustful thoughts.

As she steps directly in front of you, your cock is already rock-hard. She kneels down on the ground, looking up at you with her large brown eyes and smiling. She swiftly pulls your pants down, letting your eight-inch hard cock escape, its tip already wet with pre-cum. She looks down on it and her warm breath causes it to throb even harder.

As she starts to lower her warm, moist mouth down on your shaft, you are suddenly snapped out of your dream by a clattering noise from across the room. You look across and see Margaery trying to get out of your bed. You quickly walk over, and when she sees you, she starts to scream.

You stay there, waiting for her to tire out, so you can talk to her. You have no neighbors to hear her screams, and after a minute or two, when she realizes no one is coming for her, her yells peter out.