Thread: A Harem of Problems (RoleplayMaster x Forbidden Fruit)

RE A Harem of Problems RoleplayMaster x Awesomist Her groom donned her his robe while the crowd watched in joy. They didn't give a fuck that their king now has a girl to mount, but a royal wedding served as a good distraction. It gave them something to talk about. Something to attend and remember. Distractions like this help keep the people busy lest they busy themselves with more brutal distractions. That is why royal weddings had to be exuberant and extravagant. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. The Septon announced as soon as Margaery turned to meet her joyful husband. They held hands and looked at one another, before they said their vows in unison. Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days. The people in the room erupted in claps and whistles. Margaery smiled and looked at Cersei in the front row, who was the only person watching idly in dismay. I'll get you Cersei's eyes would convey, and Margaery would coldly brush off the threats with her blue eyes saying Try . The young bride tilted her head as she welcomed the young monarch for a kiss. Her lips were tender and slightly moist. She didn't push her lips against his, rather, she welcomed his advances. Letting him take control, letting him decide which corner of her mouth deserved to be charted. It was short lived. Innocent and modest like his personal traits. Margaery didn't mind for it spoke of gentle sessions of love that night. Thank you, your gra- I mean Tommen Margaery smiled. She faked the mistake and corrected herself. Her eyes studied the man as she sat on the edge of his bed. She could tell he was lost. He was slightly nervous but more so lost and puzzled. What to do now? it looked like he asked himself. Margaery was ten years older than him, but she was a virgin as well. Sure, she didn't behave as pure and innocent as most virgins do, but was it fair for her to take the initiative? Oh, who cares. She just had to help Tommen make his first steps his hormones will do the rest. Her hand reached to meet his as he sat on the bed next to her. Silently, she slowly leaned forward for a kiss. She froze before contact and looked at his eyes. Those innocent, regal eyes of his contrasted with her blue canine eyes. She made the final push when he missed the second chance to take the initiative, and kissed him. The kiss started tender and sweet. Her jaw moved down and up against his, as her lips gently ravished his. She could tell he didn't kiss a girl before. That virgin mouth of his would only moan her name now. Her legs gently made their way up the bedside, and her sitting position changed into a crawl. Her hands rested on his warm cheeks as she kissed him for a good minute before breaking for air. At least he is not gay or a sadist. I can live with that Margaery told herself upon breaking for air. She didn't dislike Tommen. She didn't whore herself for social status. She did want to love him, and given the gentle side Tommen showed her, she wagered it was only a matter of time. He seemed like he could make a great father, a benevolent ruler and a faithful lover if guided through the alphabet of breeding and the essence of love making. In her current crawling position, she gently pushed her husband back against the pillow. She went on top of him after he would lift his legs up and lie on his mattress. Looking down at his face, she whispered Take notes before she dove again for a second kiss. This one had more force, her tongue boorishly invaded his den. Like a wriggling snake, it roamed the far corners of his virgin mouth. She savored his taste, and gave him a taste of her mouth in return. Fair trade, perhaps. That predatory kiss ended abruptly, however, and was soon succeeded by short, rapid kisses along the king's neck. As she kissed and sucked on his neck, her hands unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away. She kissed his chest all the way down his stomach. One then two kisses at the man's belly before her hands made do of his pants. Eager to see me, Tommy? she teased upon seeing the man's erection. Her nails gently moved alongside the bottom side of his shaft all the way to the tip. She teased him. She knew he was hard and ready for action, but she wanted to see how long was he prepared to sit. Though she rallied his cock to life, she immediately left it unattended and moved back to kiss his lips. The fabric of her dress brushed gently against his naked body as she sat around his waist. Her knees lifted her up from the two flanks of his panting chest, yet his skin made contact with her silken frock. The night is young she cooed as her nails rubbed against the peak of his cock in succession, almost as if she was playing a flute without blowing it.. yet .. It was scarily talented of Margaery to know how to pleasure the shaft that stood behind her while her eyes locked into his. Lesson number two close your eyes she whispered gently before she crawled back to his erection. Her tongue peeked out of her mouth, and slowly and fiercely licked his shaft from the base to the sensitive crown. Her tongue flicked against his thicker base, and slowly made its way, still rapidly wriggling horizontally, back to the head. When she was done, the bottom side of his cock was lubricated with her warm saliva, yet the top half remained perfectly dry. Her blue eyes looked at him in the dark distance, eagerly awaiting for signs of approval and moans of nothing but her name.