Tommen

It was the evening of your wedding. You, King Tommen Baratheon, had just married the most beautiful woman you could imagine - the gorgeous woman from Highgarden who had been previously married to your brother, Margery Tyrell.

After leaving the Sept of Baelor, there had been a wedding feast, before Margery led you back to your chamber. You had barely noticed Cersei giving that Harpy a glare that would have surely ended Margery if looks could kill. It was as if she knew what was coming, how Margery would treat you, sinking her claws in, manipulating and controlling you.

The celebrations died down, and the crowds dispersed, as you reached the King's chambers in the red keep. You allowed Margery to enter, before you shut the door. The new Queen then locked the door, before turning to you.

"We don't want to be interrupted now, do we?" Margery asked, smirking before pressing her lips against yours and Kissing you seductively.

After she broke away, she slowly began to unrobe before you. Eager to get started, you quickly stripped naked. You were completely nude, with your cock standing fully erect, though it wasn't very big, as your eyes ran all over Margery's Body.

Her smooth Skin was perfect, free from any blemishes, moles or imperfections. Her breasts were rather large and her nipples erect from the cool air dancing over her body. Her cunt was shaven, and looked almost inviting, and the sight of it made your small cock twitch.

"Do you like what you see, husband?" Margery teased, crossing her arms and leaning forward slightly so that her tits were pressed together and accentuated. You could barely form a rational thought, before you were snapped back to reality.

"I... yes... yes, I do." You stutter, much to your wife's amusement, as she giggled, standing upright and twirling her hair.

"Alright then... kneel." You were taken aback by this order.

"I'm, I'm sorry?" You ask, confused. Margery sat on the edge of the foot of the bed, stark naked as you stood before her confused.

"It's our wedding night! You have to kneel before me." Margery insisted. Reluctantly, you did so, though still didn't understand why.

"Margery, I don't understand..." You tell her, as she rolls her eyes at your innocent naivety, before putting on her sweet demeanor again.

"Surely you were told how this works? That the king must do as his Queen instructs?" Margery told you. "This is how it is when you become king - you must obey your Queen. That's what a good king would do." Margery lies, though you were none the wiser.

"Well, ok, I guess if that's what I have to do as king." You tell her, kneeling down awkwardly before your wife so that even though she was sitting, she still towered over you.

"Alright... now, I want you to..."

What does Margery tell you to do?