'This was it.' Cersei thought. 'The perfect moment.'.
Margaery was all alone in her bedchamber, lent over her bed closely examining her latest dresses from the seamstresses of Kings Landing.
A ribbon of red silk carelessly discarded on the floor behind the beautiful younger Queen provided the perfect opportunity.
Margaery cried out as the silk tightly wrapped itself around her neck, cutting off her air but there was no one to come running to her aid.
Cersei had made sure of that.
The Queen Regent couldn't help but smile to herself as the younger Queen struggled against her tight grasp and gave her a small moment of relief before she explained why.
''A travelling merchant once told me that the greatest pleasure comes from a silk cord around the neck tied very, very tightly. The reason that so few indulge in this exquisite pleasure is that a moment too long and the ecstasy becomes death.''
''Do...It...Harder.'' Margaery suddenly begged in a voice filled with pleasure shocking Cersei so much that she loosened her grip entirely and let the ribbon fall onto the bed.
The Queen Regent backs away a little and watches the younger woman as she falls onto the bed trembling and panting with desire.
Margaery arches her body and cries out as she begins shaking with the most powerful release she has ever experienced.
A smile spreads across Cersei's face.
She is no maid...
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