Thread: A Ruler Of Worlds (RoleplayMaster & darkangel76)

Breathing heavily, Margaery looked deeply into Vy'Ken's black eyes. Quite sure, she panted, her hands now holding onto his shoulders. Again, she glimpsed at the strange devices waiting to be use. Though she hoped none would see the light of day again. Such things were an abomination! No wonder they were having problems procreating. They needed to unlock their inner passions and desire. They needed to know that keeping a race alive could be overflowing with pleasure and not just duty, if they were willing to just let go and give in to instinct. She was glad that Vy'Ken seemed interested in understanding her way of thinking, her kind's way of being intimate in order to ensure the continuation of their existence. It gave her hope. Margaery could hear Cersei struggling behind her as the starmen utilized what they had and began taking their very first steps into a world filled with sensation. Of course, she hardly cared how Cersei felt about the whole thing. After all, the bitch was just a means to their end, a vessel to host a child and hopefully many more. The blonde cunt always did like being a mother. The very thought made Margaery laugh. Oh the irony! I assure you, I'm feeling no pain, Margaery explained. Everything you heard and saw was quite normal. She blushed just then and averted her eyes. And all those sensations? We crave it. There's still so much for you to learn and understand, so much that arouses us all. She looked back up into Vy'Ken's eyes. Even you. Cersei wanted to tear out Margaery's throat! How could she! She knew the girl was a whore, but this? This even went above and beyond her expectations of the Tyrelle bitch. This was humankind, not Lannister against Tyrelle. Desperately trying to open her mouth, she thought of her Jaime. She missed him deeply and wished he could throw open the metallic doors and destroy these creatures along with Margaery Tyrelle. But, his fate had already been sealed. Margaery made sure to show her his fate before having her locked away for several days in the dark and the cold. But no matter. She'd suffered dungeons before. She could handle much worse. Just then, Cersei felt a sticky ooze dripping down along her thighs. We can do this again, you and I, Margaery offered Vy'Ken. Anytime you wish. I...I'm at your disposal, she said. For you. Brace the door! Daenerys shouted. But it was too late. The latch was heavy and broken and it was impossible to reach any of the heavier furniture in time. She and her loyal handmaiden, Missandei, just weren't fast enough or strong enough to move such things and Tyrion, though he tried, was just as incapable. Missandei felt panic rush through her, the burbling sounds of the monster getting ever closer. She looked at Tyrion, her eyes wild and her dark, curly hair all askew. The man had to think of something! He just had to! He was always scheming and had been such an asset to her queen before everything turned upside down. How she longed for the days when their greatest worry was figuring out the next attack by the Son's of the Harpy. By the gods! Dany shrieked. Missandei was quickly by the pale woman's side. This just wasn't how she'd imagined things ending. Her Khaleesi had great plans of sailing back to Westeros. She'd begun the talks and had built an army of allies. Now they would all perish due to an army of monsters. Khaleesi, Missandei rasped as she tried to place herself in front of the pale woman. Just then, the door broke down and five monsters entered the meeting room. They were trapped with no other place to hide. Dany grabbed Missandei's hand, holding it tightly as she braced herself for the inevitable. Meanwhile, Missandei looked over at Tyrion, her eyes pleading he find a way for all of them to come out unscathed. But it was foolishness. Not even the wisest of men could help them here. They were resigned to a set fate. They were meant to die.