Disobey

You growl.

"I will never kiss your feet. No man should submit to a woman."

Margaery laughs, and her legs snake around your neck, pulling your face up towards her mound.

The young Queen locks her ankles behind your back, and her legs tighten, pulling your face tightly up against her mound.

"You'll be mine, Ser," she says as she crushes you. "Whether you want it or not..."