Thread: A Ruler Of Worlds (RoleplayMaster & darkangel76)

One would expect to be cold when far away from home, but Margaery felt no chill crawling along her skin. As she sat on the Iron Throne, a deep sapphire gown like liquid silk was draped over her lithe body. Her arms were bare and the view of the stars was spectacular. Vy'ken had seemed eager she acclimate to this new position she held and she wasn't about to disappoint. One of her hands reached up to the pendant she wore, her slender fingers giving the cool metal sweet caresses. Yes, she'd lived for a reason and now the most revered of these beings was ever at her side. She had to admit that, though strange at first, she was quite happy to have him ever present. His body was so different, yet so familiar. It amazed her that he fell from a distant star. Often times, she found her eyes drifting, wandering and drinking him in. She found herself longing to see him aroused, free of restriction and one with emotions and sensation. Vy'ken had said it was a sign of weakness to succumb to such emotions, but Margaery found that utterly perplexing. Her life had revolved around emotion, a never ending journey as life went through its ups and downs. And intimacy was something she craved. She'd nearly found it with King Tommen, but something had never set quite right with him. A part of her would always miss him, she supposed. But she couldn't forget the thrill she felt when she saw his crumpled form outside the palace when they'd gone to retrieve the throne. Almost instantly, she knew he'd taken his own life, the open window above facing the place where it had been intended for her to burn. As Margaery spent more time with Vy'ken, she was determined to see another side of him. The one he held back and in check. Despite the strangeness, he was beautiful...the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. His body was like that of a predator, taut muscle sliding over bone. He seemed keenly aware of everything and everyone. She wondered just how far those senses truly reached. Her eyes moved to her starman companion. As their eyes fixed, she felt her cheeks grow warm. He'd done it. Vy'ken had found Cersei Lannister and was about to subject her to their breeding regiment. Margaery's face grew hotter and a part of her suddenly panicked at the idea of Vy'ken giving the bitch any sort of pleasure. Then again, she figured Cersei wouldn't take kindly to these starmen, especially once they started exploring her body without her having a say in the matter. Margaery looked down at the ground, Cersei thrashing in the grip of one the warriors. She bit down on her lip and looked up at Vy'ken. Y-you won't be breeding with her, right? Margaery asked, her tone honest and forthright. She looked back up into the starman's eyes and smiled shyly. I...I think you can do better. She looked away again, a sizzling heat working its way across her skin. Her eyes fixed upon his retracted sex and suddenly she felt a small gush between her legs. Swallowing hard, she shifted a little, though the way her thighs rubbed together, it only served to heighten her arousal as she looked at Vy'ken. Tyrelle bitch! Cersei seethed. She'd nearly found full victory. Just how had that cunt survived the wildfire? It was impossible! Then again, so we're these strange people. Margaery looked over at the Lannister woman, their eyes finding each other despite the distance between them. The Tyrelle beauty inhaled sharply and then slowly exhaled. She touched Vy'ken's arm before standing up and moving closer to the bitch who'd intended to murder her. You must let yourselves free, Margaery instructed, insinuating that they let their sex out and no longer keep them retracted. Give in to the emotions swelling inside. She nodded, her long dark hair rippling along her back. Don't be afraid to feel, to sense, to...to get lost in the pleasures your bodies are meant to experience. What? Cersei hissed, she wanted to scream, to hurt that bitch as she spoke to these men. Margaery once again looked at Vy'ken. Her own cunt was seething, but it had nothing to do with Cersei or revenge. She closed her eyes briefly and imagined her warrior letting go, succumbing to everything as he took her away as his own. Another small gush. Did these beings know arousal? Could they tell? She didn't know and hardly cared. The only one having an effect on her was the alpha who'd found her in the fire. How she hoped he'd have nothing to do with the others, that he'd only find true happiness and pleasure with her.