Margaery's family has survived as long as it has because of her and her grandmothers' shrewd cunning and planning. After the Faith revolted and started imprisoning sinners, she knew that she had to flee King's Landing with Loras before he was outed for having carnal knowledge of men. When Cersei was imprisoned she knew to keep her family away and Olenna advised her to wait out the chaos consuming the capital.

She was certainly thankful for heeding that advice as Cersei blew up the Sept of Baelor not soon after, killing thousands of innocents; a crime for which she paid for when Jon consumed her in dragon fire with the last remaining dragon, Rhaegal, after the War for the Dawn was won. When it seemed the northmen and the rest of the kingdoms had the upper hand in the battle for the crown Margaery's grandmother deemed it safe to help the dragon king's forces drive the western forces out of King's Landing, presenting the perfect opportunity to present to the recently widowed king the Rose of Highgarden.

Margaery craved power, so she put all her wiles to use in wooing over Jon to wed and bed her, which she enjoyed thoroughly as she lusted being given the highest power in the world, that of being Queen. Ever since then, she had taken the lead in bed as she enjoyed relishing in Jon's body and the idea that she had the King to herself.

However, she had recently been wanting Jon to put her in her place for being such a power-hungry slut. Thus, the reason for her having sent her handmaids to summon the King to their bedchamber.

"Thanks for coming to talk to me," Margaery said, shivering nervously as she lingered at the edge of Jon's bed, cheeks a bit flush as she looked at him stalk into the room with his kingly grace. There was just no way she could hold back for so long on what she felt and what she had to say, even if it was so very guilty to admit she felt.

"Of course," Jon said, not even beginning to know what Margaery wanted to talk about but assuming it was something that she just needed to get off her chest to someone. Maybe something she couldn't tell her handmaids; he didn't think too much about it, but he wanted to be there as a good husband so he went with it and readied himself for whatever it was. Anything for a friend, right? "Don't be afraid to get it off your chest, Margaery. I'm here for you, you can trust me."

"I'm so relieved to hear that, because what I want to do is kind of..." She bit her lip, fingers fretting with the hem of her skirt. She just had to say it, Margaery knew it. The only way she was getting it off her chest was to spit it out no matter how abrupt or insane it was, right then and there. "I want you to dominate me. Right now, on this bed."

"That's going to be rough, but it-what?" It took Jon a second to realize what she was talking about, nervously falling off the bed as she startled him out of focus. He really had not been ready for what Margaery said, and he found himself staring in absolute confusion at her as he tried to piece it together. "Margaery did you just-"

"I know, I know! It sounds crazy and I guess it kind of is, but I've been really curious for a long time about what it would be like to be a sub, and when I thought about men I could ask to help me with it the only real option I had was you, considering." She bit her lip, staring up at him with bright, eager doe eyes, hoping she could get Jon to look past the absolute insanity of her words. "The only person I've truly been with before you is Tommen and he was a child. I'm sorry for putting you into this kind of position, but... Could you please help me Jon? Can you let me try being submissive?"

There was really no way for Jon to have even been anything resembling "prepared" for that kind of offer. It was dropped on him so abruptly and so immediately that he felt himself shivering up in tension and panic in the face of Margaery's nervous excitement. She looked so eager and this was all so insane that he hadn't the slightest idea how to begin handling it. What was she saying? She was always the dom. This was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and in the wake of that insanity he felt like he had only one choice that really mattered. To lean forward and kiss Margaery.

Not just kiss her. He needed to push in tightly, needed to get hot and possessive as his lips shoved against hers and he took charge of the situation. His kiss was territorial and firm, hands settling onto her body quickly as Jon did the only thing he could really think of doing, and that was to let instinct take over. Of course he would dominate Margaery! He didn't know exactly how, didn't have the first fucking clue how he was supposed to get something like that to happen, but he knew he wanted to, and that was enough to begin pushing himself forward as he started to make out with Margaery aggressively, letting his kiss speak for itself as she twisted beneath him in confused but gleeful excitement. If he could keep this up then she would be happy to submit to him utterly, insane as the idea would be.

Trusting his instincts, Jon shoved Margaery down onto the bed, pinning her wrists against the mattress and climbing on top of her, not sure where this was going but ready now to push forward and give her all that he could, as she twisted and writhed beneath his touch, moaning loudly and eagerly through the winding excitement and heat of his touch. All of Margaery's want and excitement began to take root inside of Jon too, infectious and powerful as he crawled up on top of her, getting into position and pushing his body down against hers, letting her feel his heat and his warmth on top of her.

For Margaery, this was exactly what she wanted, sending guilty pleasures bubbling up through her as she felt herself wind up in the throes of sudden excitement. "Make me yours," she whined into the kiss, startled by the eagerness with which Jon moved into position and started to make very aggressive moves that proved he really did want this. "Fuck me." She couldn't believe this was happening, but it was all he wanted, and he couldn't get enough of it now.

Jon reached up Margaery's dress, tugging down her silk and her smallclothes as she reached for his pants. He moved with very aggressive and hard motions, while Margaery took a more fumbling and eager approach, smirking brightly as he stared her down, not with anger but with want. "Get my cock out faster, and then guide me right into your pussy. I'll fuck you right now, and I'll make you scream." This wasn't Jon as he would have ever thought of himself; it almost sounded wrong to his ears to hear his voice so bold and cocky. But it felt like what he should have said, and with the way it made Margaery twist in want beneath him, it seemed he'd been right in his assessment, so he moved swiftly on to do exactly as he'd promised.

Margaery got Jon's cock out, her eyes widening in delight as she fondled her private massive cock, one so impressive she couldn't help but give it a few strokes as she looked up at him, marveling, "I love your cock," as her breath tightened. She had only had experience with Tommen on her wedding night, and she had sucked Renly's cock but had gotten no further than that, but this cock was by far her favorite. This was the first time she could truly be dominated by a man she craved, with someone she knew she could trust, but now Margaery found herself thinking something different, Jon's impressive dick leaving her wanting something more craven and physically inclined as she guided his dick right up to her waiting hole and greedily tugged him in. With one steady push, Jon's cock sank into her waiting wmanhood, making Margaery squeal in excitement as she took him in, her body ashiver as his hips pushed forward and he helped guide himself forward so eagerly.

The thick cock pushed its way into Margaery's pussy without hesitation, sinking forward and drawing eager moans from both of them as Jon began to rock back and forth, pushing more of his cock with each careful thrust into the waiting pussy. "Fuck," he groaned, his hand seizing Margaery's wrist and pushing it back against the bed again as he stared her down. "You're all mine now." His eyes were heavy with want, his body tense as he drove forward, feeling the incredible tightness and the heat of her slick pussy embracing his cock, desperate and hungry like he'd never felt before. All he could do was want as he pushed forward, shoving his way in deeper as the unflinching need to keep this going drove him mad. "And I'm going to fuck you until you're not so tight anymore."

"Own me," Margaery pleaded, her cheeks going flush as she stared up at him, biting her lip and watching as he pushed forward. "I knew you were the right man to submit to, Jon. Please, fuck me with that huge cock and make me into the submissive lover you deserve." This was like nothing that she had ever felt before, something that made her nervous, but she felt like she had to push on, wanting it too badly for those nerves to get to her. Especially as she felt the perfect blend of comfort and desire in being pinned underneath Jon and his delightfully huge cock. There was something just so right and exciting about it, all she really wanted in the throes of excitement, and she couldn't get enough of it. As Jon pushed into her, Margaery began to meet his thrusts a little more boldly and eagerly, letting the pleasure swell up inside of her as she was taken so steadily.

Jon wasn't immediately rough or harsh with Margaery. He wanted to build up to it, wanted to savour the chance to give Margaery her first domination as he took his first time actually dominating in turn. He'd never done this before, and yet instinct carried him into starting to feel like a pro, full of a special kind of excited want and hunger as he pushed onward, fucking her steadier, his lips shoving against hers some more and wanting to kiss her harder and more eagerly. It was all so natural to him, to his utter surprise, but if he could really make this work then he was going to keep it up, pushing boldly onward and fucking Margaery harder, hotter.

The feeling of the big dick rocking into her left Margaery feeling almost a little bit delirious. She wasn't ready for this kind of pleasure at all, her cheeks burning brighter and redder as he took to fucking her so eagerly, her body alight with more pleasure than she could have expected. "It feels so good!" she whined, breath tightening harder as she squirmed beneath him. He held her hands down against the bed and she knew she wasn't going to get the leverage against him to push out, but she couldn't stay still. Not as the pleasure throbbed through her aching body and she let herself succumb to the pleasure so intensely. Aching, hot lust burned through Margaery's body as Jon fucked her, and all she really wanted was to let the pleasure consume her now, bucking back and forth as the sensations rocked her to her core, frustrated and eager as the tension built up hotter.

Nothing could stop Jon now, and his hips built up a quicker, more feverish pace as Margaery moaned and twisted in delight beneath him. There was something different about her; she wasn't just letting him stay on top, she seemed to be losing her fucking mind to the pleasure, to the thrill of his cock filling her. Everything about how she carried herself and how she worked through the pleasure seemed different in ways that excited Jon more than anything, and he was eager to push on and keep up the aggression, fucking Margaery harder and hotter, his fingers pressing down tighter against her skin as he stared her down.

"Harder, please," Margaery pleaded, even if she was getting it harder than she'd ever felt before, even if she was going to spin out of control if this kept up. "Please Jon, fuck me harder, make me yours!"

"You're already mine," Jon growled back, but he gave her what she wanted, hips bucking forward even harder as Margaery squealed in hot delight and ecstasy, shivers racing up her spine like electricity as she was taken so harshly and feverishly, given the treat of exactly what she wanted and craved by the husband who she didn't think could have ever been so good at dominating her. It was almost too good to be true, something so intense and desperate that Margaery was left just aching for more as he pounded her so hard and so fast, her head spinning out of control. Moans followed, rising up in needy whines as she sank deeper into the frustration and want of her impending orgasm, and all she could think to do was keep pushing forward as she raced on to give in completely to the pleasure, overwhelmed and fraying at the ends.

"I am! I'm yours, Jon! I promise, I'm your submissive toy and you're my master, just please cum in me right now!" Margaery's voice picked up in speed and desperation, her eyes almost rolling back as her cheeks burned bright and her expression seemed slack, almost loose and empty. She was drunk on the thrill of Jon's cock now, burning up in desperation as the excitement and the heat throbbed up through her, something primal and so intense she didn't know how to handle herself. Margaery felt no shame and no patience, just fiery want. "Ah, I love your cock!"

Those final words, squealed out with almost musical, sappy vigor along with her ever present all knowing smirk were what finally pulled Jon down. Well, that and the way that Margaery's pussy clamped down around his cock in orgasmic need. She begged him for his cum, and his cum was exactly what Margaery got, as Jon shoved down hard, pinning her body down hard to the bed as his sword buried itself down to the hilt inside of her waiting sheathe. He came hard, groaning and shivering as eruptions of hot, gooey cum flooded deep into Margaery's waiting hole, setting her alight with bursts of hot, feverish pleasure and need too intense for her to control or handle. Feverish bucking and twisting on Margaery's part was effortlessly halted by Jon's body holding her down, and that only made the frustration even more enticing to Margaery as she stared up at him full of want and need.

Something about creampieing Margaery and giving her everything she wanted just felt so right and so invigorating to Jon that he couldn't help but feel a swell of excitement and pride taking hold of him. Cumming in Margaery like that and feeling her submit to him and call him her master had filled his head with big, bold ideas. Ideas maybe a little dangerous and over the top, but ideas so sweetly rich and potent that he wanted them more than he could handle. "If you're really mine," he groaned, pulling out of her slick womanhood, "Then I want you to clean my cock off with your mouth."

Margaery's shoulders tensed and she let out a nervous whimper as he pulled out of her. Not because of his demand, which sounded absolutely incredible to Margaery, but because she felt so empty now, his warm, gooey cum already starting to leak out of her as she lay there, panting in desperation. "Okay," she whined. "Of course. I would love to." She bit her lip, staring up at Jon and getting ready for him to pull back and let her lick his cock all over.

But that wasn't Jon's plan at all. Instead of being given the opportunity to crawl forward and start to lick his big cock every which way in a bout of needy cock worship to help her show her newfound affections toward him, Margaery found herself getting a cock shoved in her mouth. Jon pulled up forward over her body and pushed a couple inches of cock into her mouth even as she lay there on the bed. She'd expected him to pass right by her on the way to settling into position, but it seemed instead Jon was bracing to start feeding cock into her mouth, as if ready to lie down onto her face instead.

"Then start sucking," he groaned, a hand gripping her hair tightly as he began to push onward. He knew what Margaery would have expected him to do, and knew that there was fun in subverting that expectation, in pushing his cock into her mouth as she lay patiently down on the bed, taking advantage of her obedience and her comfortable position to start testing the boundaries. He knew he was going too far too quickly, but as Margaery began to obediently suck on his cock, her lips tightening around his shaft and her tongue slithering about in want and excitement, he felt so ready to go that none of it mattered. He was here to get his, and to feel out the thrill of dominating his power hungry Queen, and he couldn't stop now. He figured this was as good a time as ever to show Margaery her place, and punish her for being so greedy and power hungry.

Margaery had no idea how to handle it, but she moved on instinct and on the guidance of all of her wants and desires. Margaery wanted to submit, so she was ready to handle whatever Jon did to her within reason, and trusting that he wouldn't do anything to her here that was too rough or too out there, Margaery happily began to suck on his cock, moaning as she stared at his tense core, his tunic slipping up and showing off his tense abs. The more she marveled at him and his huge cock, the more she wondered why she had only been thinking about Jon as being submissive, and for a moment she worried she had unlocked the crazed wolf inside of him which somehow made her wetter than she already was, because now, as he fed more and more cock past her lips, she was so excited and full of want that she could hardly control herself.

Deeper Jon went, his cock finding the back of her throat before long and very little resistance or tension meeting him as in her eagerness, Margaery even went that extra step of shoving forward to take him down her throat outright, a shiver bucking up her spine as throbbing thrills overtook her. Moans rose hotter and needier as Jon pushed Margaery's head down but guided his hips down in time, keeping himself down her throat as he pushed on deeper. The sound of her gagging on his cock as he pushed his way down made him ache with need, amazed by the pleasure he felt and the tension twisting inside of him. He needed more, pushing on quicker, getting into a place where she wasn't really sucking his cock so much as she was just lying there to take it, as Jon fucked her mouth from above and she so happily accepted it.

Faster and harder he rocked, knees settling onto the bed as his hips hammered down harsher when he noticed he could feel the shape of her ever present smirk which he found to be so hot and is what drew him to be entranced by her in the first place still suctioned around his hammering cock, and he had the sudden desire to wipe it off her face. So he proceeded to pull out all the way and then slam down with so much force that his cock wet halfway down her throat and caused her to choke and gurgle like a wanton slut as the smirk was finally wiped off her face so she could open her mouth wider to accept the thick man meat.

He groaned in pleasure as she lied there accepting the throat workout, and he thought he would loose another load then and there. "You're doing so well, Margaery. A good sub knows to deepthroat her master's cock, and you're taking me down without a complaint." But not without struggle. Spit bubbled up around Margaery's lips as she choked loudly on his dick, and Jon had to make sure he was pulling out of her throat enough to let her breathe in between bursts of thrusts. The spasm of her throat around his cock and all the delirious noises of excitement she made as she choked on his dick were signs of panic, but of her determination too; Margaery was holding out against her body and its better instincts for the sake of pleasure, and it was paying off in the best of ways as she held herself tight and pressed on eagerly, careless and hot through the pleasure aching up from within.

Even if she was being overwhelmed with more than she knew what to do with, Margaery found herself unable to stop, moaning loudly as she happily serviced Jon's cock, not even worrying about the little moments in between of struggling to catch herself and her breath. In truth, this was everything she wanted, her fingers even reaching down between her legs to finger herself, toying with the cum leaking out of her pussy as she felt Jon hammer her throat, his balls smacking against her chin as he went on, fucking her face so well that she didn't know why she hadn't asked for this outright.

Hooked on Jon's cock and overwhelmed with more lust and want than she had ever felt before, all Margaery could think about was getting more as she succumbed to Jon and his domination, having no idea how to handle all the pleasures taking hold of her and how good they felt. She'd been looking to submit thinking it'd be some quick, hard sex with her on the bottom getting railed, but it was so much more than that, and as Jon dragged her down into the madness she found herself wanting so much more still, unable to shake the sudden delirium and want overwhelming her. This was too good to be true, but it was true enough that Margaery couldn't even care about the idea she was losing all control and sense of decency to this madness.

Jon didn't mind it much either. "That's a good cocksucker," he groaned, fingers tightening in her hair as he pounded on harder. "I never thought you'd take a big cock down your throat so well Margaery, but you're a natural at this." Talking like this to his wife was something he would have never imagined himself capable of before now, but he couldn't help it, the words almost forcing their way out as he shoved on and let the pleasure speak for itself, unaware Margaery was fingering herself down there, but it wouldn't have been much of a surprise given the circumstances and the situation involved. All he worried about now was shoving on and letting the excitement take hold of him, and oh how it took hold of him as he wound up toward the brilliant ending awaiting him.

Jon pulled back last minute, offering up no warning for Margaery as he took his cock firm in his hand and gave himself the last few strokes right in her face. In her inexperience, Margaery's mouth was wide open as she sucked down desperate, needy breaths, gasping for air as she watched him blow his load right into her face, which led to her almost inhaling some of his spunk as he blew thick ropes of cum all over her face and blasted some into her mouth for good measure. She'd caught on quickly enough to avoid it at least, and got to swallow some of his cum as he wrung out the last few drops on her now cum delirious face.

Wearing his cum proudly given the insane circumstances involved, Margaery shivered and squirmed in excitement and want. "That felt amazing, thank you... Master." Her trademark shit-eating smirk returned as she said that, knowing that she had just given him the greatest orgasm of his life. She hadn't gotten off, but it didn't matter to her as she slipped her fingers away, ready to let it prime her for the next round as she lay there, wiping off none of the mess he'd made.

Being called 'Master' made Jon's cock twitch, excitement throbbing up through him as Margaery gave him what he'd been missing all this time. It was strange to think he was 'missing' anything given how fiercely he'd given in to the role of dominating Margaery, but something about her calling him her master outright just made for something that he couldn't hold back from. He grabbed hold of Margaery and dragged her almost off the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle off of it as he tugged her cute butt up high, holding her in place and groaning, "And now your reward for being such a good cocksucker."

Margaery didn't get any more warning than that before Jon buried his cock into her waiting tight snatch with one brutal thrust, slamming into her balls deep from behind. She had no idea what Jon was doing until he did it, shaking her down to her very core as he began to pound harshly forward, fucking Margaery with a sense of purpose and need that overwhelmed and intoxicated her. There was no way to be prepared for it, no way to handle the excitement as he began to hammer away at her waiting, needy womanhood.

"Yes! Fuck me, Master! Your big cock belongs in my tight pussy, fucking me raw, please don't stop!" She slammed her hands down against the bed, biting hard on her lip as the intense, throbbing lust surged through her so powerfully that she couldn't hold herself back. This was almost too good to be true, and she wanted to embrace it all thoroughly as she let herself go, giving in to the pleasure and the madness all at once. She craved Jon's cock, and she wasn't ashamed now to admit it as arousal like she'd never felt before ruled her and drove her actions.

Jon gave the occasional strike down across Margaery's ass for good measure, each time making her groan in the most intoxicating ways. Her head snapped back, her spine arching and shivering in excitement as Jon pushed on, fucking Margaery without mercy or care, just ramming his cock into her needy pussy as he took complete ownership of the situation. He was ready now, confident and riding high on something hotter and more intense than he'd ever thought he was going to feel, burning up with excitement as Margaery's thick arse shook and her hips pressed back to meet his. "I'm going to fuck you a lot more from now on, so I hope you enjoy being my sub."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I love it! Please fuck me whenever you want to and fill me up with all of your hot cum." Margaery had never thrown out dirty talk like this before, but she'd also never felt so sex-crazed before. Jon was hers forever, she'd decided, shivering in heat and burning need, bucking through the heat and panic of being pounded into as she let her body go and accepted the searing bliss. Someone she trusted as a husband and her king, but handsome and hung enough to really make her want to whimper and beg for dick. There was nothing better she could have asked for than Jon, and she was so happy to now be getting so roughly taken by him, so happy that he wasn't only willing to dominate her, but doing an excellent job of scratching that itch and commanding a very natural kind of dominance.

Learning things about himself with each thrust as he gave Margaery his worst, Jon was delighted to find he was so good at this, that sex with Margaery was proving better than he could have ever hoped. There was nothing he could do now but keep up the pressure and let her have it, but his hips felt ready and tireless, his whole body in feverish motion as he took to fucking Margaery into submission, wondering what he'd been waiting for. His hand came down harder across her ass, still not too aggressive but definitely getting rougher as he further felt out the boundaries of what he could and couldn't do, but with Margaery moaning louder and hotter with each strike he wondered if such a point existed, or if he could do whatever he damn well pleased to her in the midst of this domination.

Everything just burned so right inside of them that they couldn't stop to think about anything now but the lust. The burning, aching heat took hold of them both and refused to let go, their bodies in feverish motion as they embraced their darker urges and let the sensations burn them up from within. This was everything to both of them, and Margaery couldn't have even begun to imagine that this was the tone their night would take when she had first opened up her secret desires to Jon. He'd gone above and beyond in letting her have everything she wanted, and for it she felt like a pampered queen getting fucked just right, even if Jon was entirely in control and doing it his way.

Such was the nature of domination though, and Jon was happy to enter into this world, even stumbling around blind as he fucked a girl as beautiful as Margaery into such feverish bliss that she'd call him her master and beg for more. If this was the kind of thing that awaited him, he was going to be spending a lot more time with her and her womanhood would be a lot more sloppy by the time he was through, and he knew immediately that she wanted it given her response to, "And if I ask you to suck my cock between council meetings?"

"I'd be down on my knees no matter where you wanted me, Master!" There was something earnest in it, something that sounded like Margaery really wanted that, not just that she was saying it to suck up to him. She was definitely hazy in the heat of the moment and drunk on Jon's cock, but it was the kind of drunk she didn't think she'd ever sober up from.

The answer also helped drive Jon so wild and so hot that he quickly gave it all up to her. With one eager thrust into her hot, waiting cunt, Jon let himself go, letting out a powerful groan as one more hilting thrust into her waiting pussy was all he needed. He came, another messy flood of cum pumping deep into Margaery's waiting twat and filling her up with all the gooey, hot relief she craved, pushing her over the edge to a powerful, unrepentant orgasm. She couldn't hold herself back, thrashing and twisting in ecstasy as the sensations bubbled up inside of her like fire and she twisted up at the very height of her brazen and needy high. This was everything Margaery wanted, and she was happy to finally have it.

"Thank you, Master," she whined as Jon's cock withdrew from her pussy. She was about to tell him that she was happy to be his sub, but before she could say anything he was tugging her off of the bed and dragging her down to her knees, his cock suddenly flush against her face. Sticky, wet, and aching as she stared up at him, breathless and still wearing his cum.

"Clean me off again," he ordered, and this time Margaery was able to do what she'd been expecting. She didn't hesitate for a second. However, one thought lingered in the back of her head, a second reason she had driven Jon to dominate her so. She had seen how Sansa and Arya had let their embraces linger whenever they visited Jon in their visits from the North, and how they eyed him up like he was the light in their lives.

Now I'll definitely provide him an heir, and his cousins won't be able to snatch me away from him. My position as Queen will be solidified when I provide him children.

Her smirk grew as she continued feasting on his raging cock, knowing that Sansa and Arya wouldn't be able to take what was rightfully hers.