It had been a long
and tedious day and the beautiful Queen of Seven Kingdoms wanted
nothing but her bed and a decent nights sleep.
Her servants milled
about the chamber, tidying the room and preparing her bed for the
night while Cersei studied her reflection in the mirror.
'Still
beautiful.' She thought with a smile.
'Was there something
you wanted?' Cersei Lannister asked when she looked up and saw the
girl staring at her from the doorway.
Margaery Tyrell said
nothing and came inside, closing the door behind her.
Something in the
girls eyes made her send the servants attending her away.
They were completely
alone and within reaching distance of each other, when the girl
finally answered her question.
'You...I want you.'
Margaery says nervously, opening her robe and letting it fall to the
floor.
Cersei watches it
pool at her feet and then stares openly at the girls naked, exposed
form.
I remember my
youthful skin.
Running my hands
over it in the mirror, Jaime caressing it as we made love.
Robert's rough
hands and the mauling he'd give me.
The feel of it
beneath my hands when I was alone.
Why does she want
this from me?
Does she want me
to maul or caress her?
The girl steps so
close to her that Cersei can feel her breathing and smell the sweet
scent of her skin.
'Rosewater.' She
realises with a small smile and the girl laughs.
'Is this some kind
of game?' Cersei whispers hotly into the girls ear as she runs her
hands and her lips over the smooth, soft skin offered to her.
'Yes. But I'd have
thought you, of all people, would know how this game is played.'
Margaery says confidently as Cersei kisses her way down her body and
goes to her knees before her.
The girl gasps as
the Queen kisses her there between her thighs and begins using her
tongue to caress the core of her womanhood.
'Oh. I play this
game like a champion.' Cersei says with a wicked grin looking up as
the girl closes her eyes and gasps with pleasure in anticipation of
the feel of Cersei's tongue inside her.
The Queen gladly
delivers on the promise until the Margaery's knees give way and the
girl slowly slides down between her hands until they kneel together,
breast to breast and brow to brow.
Margaery gives a
little sigh and her lips find Cersei's as her hands push the Queen
back onto the fur rug beneath them.
The girl then
removes her clothes, and caresses her expertly.
She's no virgin.
She has done this
before.
What else will
she do to me to seal her fate?
What will she let
me do to her in return?
Margaery
fits her body to Cersei's and kisses her as she quickly moves against
her.
The
Queen's body unexpectedly responds in a way she never thought it
would with anyone else.
Her
body moves of it's own accord.
The
pleasure is indescribable, her release is coming.
She
tries to fight it.
To
stop her body wanting...
Needing,..
She's no Jaime.
She's no Jaime.
She's no Jaime.
Then
the girl suddenly arches her back and cries out as her own release
overwhelms her.
That's
all it takes to send Cersei over the edge as well.
Little girl.
You will not
overthrow me.
The Iron Throne
is mine.
And always will
be.
Together,
they lie, mortal enemies, spent and entertwined on the rug.
Margaery's
head rests on Cersei's shoulder and the Queen laughs at the absurdity
of it all as they both fall into an exhausted slumber.
Her downfall can wait...
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