Margaery had been at Kings Landing for a little over three months and had well gotten used to the stench of the city at this point. Its heavy pungent odor of filth and debris was almost always in her nostrils. The gardens amidst the Red Keep were one of the few places she could go that were truly free of such unpleasant smells and instead home to flowery fragrant odors that reminded her of her home, Highgarden. She loved to wander for hours taking in the sights of the bountiful gardens of home and their wondrous smells. In kings landing, the garden wasn't as exquisite but it still served to distract her from the myriad of troubles that so often followed her here.

The day was bright and sun filtered through the leaves of luscious green azaleas and past blooming roses as she strolled slowly through the gardens. It had been a stressful few days trying to manage the monster that was Joffrey, but the soon to be Queen was getting better at it each day. Before she had come to the city there had been rumors of what sort of man The King was, the rumors were unpleasant at the least. One of her first acts had been to seek out Sansa Stark, the king's previous betrothed with her Grandmother to ascertain the truth of the Kings nature.

She smiled as she remembered how timid and scared the poor northern girl had been when pressed to answer what the King was truly like. "He's a monster," Sansa had blurted out, covering her mouth immediately after and looking mortified. Margaery had grimaced at the time, confirmation of what they had expected was still not what she had hoped. But Sansa had been more forthcoming as time went on and the girl grew to trust her, Sansa's help had been invaluable in letting Margaery shape the King and curb his wanton anger and sadistic impulses. She hadn't always been successful but she had been in a much better position then the Stark girl, making sure she was never alone with the King and always protected by guards. If Joffrey had wanted to beat her, he had held his temper in check amidst the eyes of court and her royal family upon him. HIs hold on the realm was still uncertain and the Lannisters needed the marriage to secure the realm.

And while Margaery was getting closer to the King, she was also making sure Sansa was getting farther away. It had taken time, but slowly Joffreys obsession with the Stark girl had lost its flavor as he turned to other pursuits. Margaery had taken great care to get close with Sansa as Joffrey got farther away. As she did this Sansa began to open up more and to look upon Margaery as a true friend and possibly her only one at court. The memory of Sansa thanking her for saving her from Joffrey still made here smile. She would be sure to use that gratitude to her benefit. She liked Sansa well enough, the girl was attractive, her body not quite that of a woman but growing into herself every day as she began to understand she was a women now. Sansa was even fairly smart after a fashion, but even after all she went through she was still as naive as anyone Margaery had even known. It was almost charming if the girl wasn't so deadset on repeating endless courtesies in place of actual conversation.

She'll lose her security soon enough Margaery thought as she strolled past a bush growing a black berry she hadn't seen before. She stopped to bend over and smell the aroma, taking in a deep breath of a sweeter than expected fragrance that reminded her of a river, when she noticed movement through the bush. She straightened quickly to get a better look of whoever had come to spoil her peace. A tall girl with auburn hair cascading over her shoulders was facing the opposite way walking upright and tightly, her narrow hips swayed back and forth as she walked through the garden. After a moment she turned her head slightly exposing her right cheek before she was hidden from view by the branch of an elm tree.

Sansa, Margaery realized, a small smirk crossing her face. Margaery took a casual look around to make sure no one else was in the garden, before deciding it was time to cash in on Sansa's gratitude.

"Oh, Sansa darling" Margaery cried out her voice soft and sweet as she waved to the girl.

Sansa turned quickly at the mention of her name, before exhaling a quick breath of relief when she saw it was Margaery Tyrell and no one else. "I'm sorry your grace, I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Nonsense" the queen replied, "I was growing quite bored alone." Margaery walked over to Sansa and hooked her right arm through Sansa's left "come walk with me, Sansa.'

"I'd be honored your grace." Sansa breathed sweetly

"Enough of this your grace talk, my dear, you're my friend aren't you? Call me Margaery," Margaery replied pleasantly.

"I am? I mean of course I'm your friend, your gra… Margaery" Sansa stuttered out with a smile, before looking away embarrassed.

"You know these gardens are one of my favorite places in King's Landing, I have my guards watching all the entrances to make sure I am not disturbed while I am here, and yet somehow you got through them," Margaery said. Her tone was pleasant and conversational as if it didn't bother her in the slightest.

Sansa's reply was timid and distraught as her eyes widened. "I I I'm sorry your grace I didn't know I wasn't to intrude, I passed a guard but I asked if I could walk the gardens and he said yes. I'm so sorry, you must be so angry at me for disturbing you,"

Of course he let you through idiot girl, Margaery thought, that was on my orders, but it wouldn't do for Sansa to know that. "Don't worry I am ever so happy he did, I'm just surprised you were able to get through, my guards are the best and don't let their guard down easily. You must have been quite persuasive," Margaery said, stopping and looking directly at Sansa.

Sansa was forced to stop in turn and looked at Margaery's eyes, only for a brief moment before turning away. She withdrew her arm from Margaerys and suddenly she shifted uncomfortably. "I just asked nicely, he said not at first, but I promised I would be good, and he let me pass," Sansa's answer came out rushed as if worried at Margaerys anger or getting the guard in trouble, Margaery couldn't decide.

"My orders were quite clear, let no one through unless an emergency. The guard must have been quite smitten with you if he relented so easily, but you must be used to men doing whatever you ask by now," Margaery inquired looking directly at Sansa with her most piercing gaze.

"Your grace? I didn't, men don't, what do you mean?" Sansa stuttered unable to form a coherent sentence amidst the soon to be Queen's praise and unrelenting stare.

"Oh come now its just us girls here. I've seen the way men look at you and with your figure you surely have men chasing after you all the time, hanging on to your every whim." Margaery kept looking at Sansa, struggling to conceal a small smirk creasing her face as she watched the Stark girl squirm uncomfortably at her probing.

"Me?" Sansa gaped stupidly. "Men don't have any interest in me, I'm just a stupid girl like Cersie says. You are a true beauty" Sansa said her eyes quickly shifting to Margaery's larger breasts then back to her own smaller breasts before covering them as if self conscious.

It was all Margaery could do to not break out smiling at Sansa's awkwardness. "Don't listen to Cersie, she is just jealous of you. And besides a beauty I may be, even I know how attractive you are, half the castle is madly in love with you, the other half lusts after you as you walk past."

This time there was no mistaking the blush on Sansa as her face turned bright red in embarrassment, turning so red it almost matched her hair. "Cersie is jealous of me? But why she always says I'm just a stupid girl. And besides everyone in the castle avoids me, I don't think anyone even likes me besides you here." The words seemed to pain Sansa as she said them, again looking down in embarrassment so she wouldn't have to meet Margaery's eyes.

"Cersie is jealous of how young and beautiful you are. She see's you and sees everything she isn't." Margaery took Sansa's hand in hers and used her other hand to softly pull Sansa's chin up so she was looking in her eyes. "You are kind hearted, sweet, lovely, and a true Lady, Sansa. Cersei is none of those things and it must cause her terrible anguish to look upon your sweet face and see everything she wishes she could be. She tries to poison people against you, but even those she poisons see you for who you truly are and it only makes you more lovely in their eyes." Margaery's voice was kind and gentle as she spoke her eyes seeming to hold infinite kindness in them as she held Sansa's face even with hers.

Sansa could hardly believe what she was hearing. This was Margaery Tyrell, the soon to be Queen, beauty of Highgarden, beloved by the common folk for her kindness; and she was saying these things about her! For a moment Sansa feared she was being set up to be made a fool of, and she tried to look away from Margaery's eyes to make sure there wasn't an audience about to witness a cruel joke to be played on her. But when she went to move her heard, Margaery's grip only tightened more firm, not painful, but firm enough so Sansa had no choice but to stare into Margaerys beautiful face and bright green eyes. Had her eyes always been so bright Sansa wondered. Eyes like that must be telling the truth, there was no malice in them, like Cersei's eyes held, only kindness.

"I I your grace is too kind," Sansa stuttered, for the second time in a as many minutes unable to form a coherent sentence. She felt her face growing hot at her own inability to speak even simple courtesies beneath Margaerys gaze.

Margaery finally dropped her hand from her chin and took her arm and began walking again. "Not kind, merely the truth, you have a woman's figure now, Cersie isn't the only one jealous of that," Margaery said with a sly look in her eye.

This stopped Sansa in her tracks, forcing Margaery to take a step back to keep even with her. Sansa's brow furrowed in confusion, "what do you mean, who would be jealous of me, I've barely flowered, I'm not yet a woman grown."

Margaery looked around and leaned in to whisper in Sansa's ear, before pulling back as if thinking better of it. "Nevermind, I shouldn't have said anything."

Sansa's curiosity got the better of her "you can tell me your grace.. Margaery I promise I won't tell!" Her eagerness clear as day on her face.

"Are you sure? You promise I can trust you?" Margaery whispered seeming almost frightened.

"Yes, yes of course you can trust me. I owe you everything for what you have done for me," Sansa quickly replied.

Again Margaery looked around, her face conflicted as if warring within herself. In truth she was warring to keep from laughing at how easy it was to manipulate the Stark girl. She leaned over, cupping her hand around Sansa's ear, and whispered timidly "I'm jealous of you too," before pulling back and looking at Sansa in anticipation.

"You?!" Sansa blurted out. "Why would you be jealous of me, you're to be Queen and a great beauty?" Confusion evident in Sansa's face as if she were being tricked.

"You're kind to say so Sansa, but I fear I am as plain as any common women when I look upon you. Your rosy complexion and your brilliant auburn hair stand out in any crowd and the way you move your hips when you walk makes your ass look so plump. Even your breasts seem to mock mine with how perky they sit upon your chest."

Sansa was shocked. Shocked and flattered breathless. Margaery noticed her! Not just noticed, but looked upon and was jealous. It didn't make sense, but she found she could hardly breathe. Finally she stammered out the first thing she could think of. "But your breasts are much bigger than mine, and you look more elegant than I could ever dream." This time Sansa looked at Margaery's breasts again and compared to her own, this time she didn't cover them in shame and instead her hand went up as if to feel her own breasts, before she caught herself and dropped her hand back to her side. Her eyes went to Margaerys to see if she had noticed, and it was clear she had from her bemused expression.

"Go on, feel your breast I saw you wanted to. They are much more perky than mine I fear."

Sansa still couldn't believe what she was hearing and seemed to be in a daze over it. Margaery was jealous of her?! She couldn't see why. She had to know for sure, so she brought her hand up and gently cupped her right breast before giving it a slight squeeze. It was tight and firm, but even to her hand it seemed small. Men liked bigger breasts didn't they? She wasn't so sure now.

Suddenly she felt abashed, she shouldn't be fondling herself her, and went to drop her hand to her side again, but before she could Margaery caught it and held it where it was. Sansa looked up and saw Margaery staring back at her with those Bright green eyes that seemed to invite comfort and reassurance in them. Margaery took Sansas hand and brought it slowly up toward her own breast.

Sansa resisted when she realized where Margaery was leading her hand "what are you doing your grace?" Sansa wondered.

"I thought I told you to call me Margaery" she rebuked jokingly. "Just giving you a comparison so you can know why I'm jealous. Go on feel them," she said guiding Sansa's hand until it was right on her left breast.

Sansa hesitated her right hand hovering on Margaery's left breast, she looked up at only to see as kind encouraging smile on the soon to be Queen's face and went for it, closing her hand slowly feeling the Queen's breast. They were firmer then her own! And much bigger than her own that was clear as she couldn't even get a full grip with her hand try as she might. She soon forgot her earlier embarrassment as she squeezed and fondled Margaery's breast, going so far as to use her fingers to twiddle her now pointy nipple, before she realized what she was doing and quickly dropped her hand and head in shame.

Too late Margaery thought, you are mine now Sansa. "See what did I tell you. Your boobs are so much better than mine, not to mention the rest of you."

"Your gra.. Margaery I don't think so, your breasts are bigger than mine and they feel even better than mine do," Sansa admitted a tad embarrassed to say so aloud.

"You don't need to flatter me, my dear I can handle the truth, but here let me make sure." And without anymore warning Margaery took her right hand and latched it onto Sansa's left breast squeezing it before Sansa could even utter a word. Sansa's first instinct was to shy away, as she tried to do, but Margaery's grip was like iron and she couldn't pull back without offending Her Grace, so she stayed silent and let her finish. Margaery's groping however, was far from finished. As soon as she latched on to Sansa's small, tight little breast she was turned on more than she thought possible. She had longed after Sansa ever since she met the sweet young, innocent girl. She had had to wait and bide her time till the right moment, as she didn't want to scare Sansa off, and she wanted her to come willingly. She could have forced her anytime, but that would have ruined her joy so she had sat back, slowly gaining the girls trust until the moment was finally upon her. And now that is was here she had no intention of letting Sansa go, until she had fucked the young northern girl senseless.

Her hand gripped through the soft silk that Sansa wore, feeling and pushing all the time, exploring every inch of her young supple breast. After a minute she moved slightly lower, grasping the young girl's nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "ahh," Sansa let out a low moan. Margaery continued to slowly feel and grip her nipple, while she slowly slide her left hand up the Sansa's untouched right breast, before squeezing that with more force than before. "Ahhh" Sansa moaned this time louder and with a trace of pain in her voice, before pulling away and causing Margaery's right hand that had rested on her nipple fall away. "Your grace, please, we shouldn't" Sansa muttered eyes firmly focused on the ground in shame.

"Why not?" Margaery queried as she continued to use her left hand to squeeze and fondle Sansa's right breast.

"It's not right, you shouldn't," came Sansa's whispered response.

"Why not," Margaery again replied as she continued to apply pressure and play with the young girls right breast. Going as far as slipping her hand beneath Sansa's silk dress and feel her nipple directly no longer through the thin cloth. At this contact Sansa's nipple began to stiffen and she sagged ever so slightly in her knees, as a soft moan escaped her.

"It's.. it's.. it's not proper" Sansa finally managed to say as she futilely tried to turn away from Margaery's grasp.

"I'm to be queen, whatever I say is proper is proper," Margaery replied "and besides I'm enjoying your breasts so much," as she grabbed and twisted Sansa's exposed nipple ever so gently. Margaery was getting even more pleasure from Sansa's look of shame and displeasure than she could have thought possible. It was more than she had expected and she had barely begun playing with the young Stark girl. She felt a fierce stirring in her loins and did her best to subtly shift her legs to prevent Sansa from seeing her secret before she was ready. Sansa didn't even notice she was too focused on Margaery's hand caressing her exposed breast, Margaery had begun to grow more aggressive with her fondling, both hands now firmly gripped on Sansa's breast, the right still exposed the left being twisted through her silk dress.

"Please.. please Margaery stop, what if someone sees," Sansa cried out her plea almost desperate as her eyes glanced about wildly, searching the trees for hidden persons, her hands still down by her side but clenched in fists now.

"As I told you, my guards won't let anyone in while we are here, we are alone, stop your worrying and enjoy." Margaery said kindly, but firmly. Margaery's hand probed upward pushing the silk dress back so that is slipped over Sansa's shoulders and fell down only to be stopped by Sansa's elbows as she brought them up to stop the dress from falling off completely, both her breasts now exposed to the air. Sansa shivered as the wind cut across her nipples, tiny goosebumps rising across her tight breasts as her nipples slowly stiffened in response. Sansa's hands came up to cover her nudity briefly pushing Margaery's hands off her breasts in an attempt to preserve her modesty. Margaery was having none of it, as she only had to stare intently at Sansa for the girl to get the message and slowly drop her arms back down, still keeping her elbows up to prevent the dress from revealing the rest of her nude body.

"That's better," Margaery stated, as her hands went back to Sansa's now exposed breasts, fondling and toying with them each in turn. "See isn't this fun?"

"I.. I.. don't think we should do this." Sansa replied her eyes downcast as she looked for a way out of her predicament. Margaery's hunger for the girl only grew as she saw how timid and demurred Sansa was. Her resistance made her want her all the more, and was enflaming her loins with a fierceness she hadn't expected.

"You've played with highborn ladies before haven't you Sansa? It's just like that." Margaery asked, knowing the answer was no but wanting to hear Sansa say it.

"Not like this, I've never done anything like this," came Sansa's almost whispered response.

"No? You've surely played kissing games before haven't you?" Margaery asked, again knowing the answer was no, but wanting to embarrass the girl and make her vulnerable.

"No, no your grace, never," came the reply, Sansa's voice dropping almost inaudible as she realized how much more experienced the Queen to be was and how childish it made her feel in response.

"Never?" Came Margaery's innocent reply. The girl's lack of experience was only serving to turn Margaery on even further, as she toed the delicate balance of pushing the girl without pushing her too far too fast. "Well we can change that." And without another word Margaery took one hand off Sansa's breast and cupped her chin drawing her face upward as she leaned in and passionately kissed Sansa on the lips. Sansa's stiffened immediately, tension evident in her body, but she made no move to pull away. Margaery's lips enveloped hers and she could taste a hint of sweet peach on the older girl's soft lips as they probed her own. Sansa didn't move, her lips only puckering in response, until she got the courage to attempt to return the kiss, tightening her own lips and pecking Margaery's lips in return.

It was all Margaery could do to not burst out laughing at Sansa's feeble and inexperienced kiss, but she held herself together, instead pulling back an inch away from Sansa and opening her mouth farther to allow her hot breath to rush over Sansa's lips and face. Sansa's eyes went wide as she looked at the beautiful face in front of her, almost glowing with an aura of beauty and control that she so desperately wished she possessed. Sansa was more nervous then she had ever been, but deep down she felt a longing to keep going, Margaery's lips were so soft and she wanted to feel them on hers once more. Sansa felt wild, this wasn't something she normally did. Normally she was in control and was a proper lady, this was something Arya would have done. But then Margaery had said that this was proper and she was older than Sansa and infinitely more experienced, so she must be right Sansa thought.

Sansa closed her eyes and slowly pushed her lips forward, closing the inch gap between them and planting a wet kiss on Margaery's lips She opened her eyes to see a look of delight in Margaery's eyes and knew she had done something right. Oh yes Sansa, I have you now, Margaery thought, taking her hand off the girl's chin and grasping the back of Sansa's head to force her in tight as she slathered more kisses on the young inexperienced girl. Sansa slowly began to get more comfortable and opened her lips up to allow their mouths to mesh together as Margaery held her head firm, guiding her with the mouth and lips. Her other hand still firmly on Sansa's left breast, she began using her thumb and forefinger to delicately play and twist Sansa's quickly stiffened nipple. As their mouths got more entwined, Margaery's lust was almost uncontrollable, she wanted to rip the rest of Sansa's clothes off and fuck her without restraint. But she was cautious, she had Sansa wanting and it wouldn't do to push her away after getting her this close, so she fought the urge to ravish the young girl straight away and instead gave her nipple a sharp twist that brought a gasp from Sansa as she pulled her lips away.

The reprieve didn't last long as Margaery quickly pushed Sansa's head back to hers and opened her mouth with her own mouth, this time forcing her tongue down the young girl's throat. Sansa's eyes snapped open and she tried to pull away at this, but Margaery held her firm and kept her tongue dancing in Sansa's mouth, even while Sansa tried to squirm away. Sansa finally broke away, pulling her head back just far enough that their mouths were no longer overlapping, but Margaery's fingers stayed on her breast ever moving, pinching and pulling her now erect nipple. "Your turn" Margaery whispered her hot breath washing over Sansa, smelling of sweet sweet fruit, as she dropped the hand from Sansa's head and grabbed for her left hand, guiding it up to her own breasts. Sansa balked at this her arm jerking back when it became clear what Margaery's intent was, Margaery hardly slowed down, forcing her arm and hand up until Sansa's hand was resting on her breast. Sansa's hand sat stiffly and unmoving on her breast, as Margaery removed her hand and moved it back to Sansa's head again forcing her forward until their lips interlocked in a passionate kiss. Sansa's kisses in return no longer felt as awkward and clumsy, and there was even some eagerness as Margaery's tongue again entered the young girls mouth. This time Sansa didn't resist and met the Queen to be's tongue with her own.

This is incredible, Sansa thought it feels so good and warm, how have I missed this all my life. The feeling of being wanted by the mature Margaery was all she had ever wanted and this above all else fueled her longing and desire to continue so she could impress the older woman. But still she was hesitant, it didn't seem right to do this with another lady, even one as complete and impressive as Margaery. She thought only this sort of thing happened between a man and a woman, had she been wrong? Or was this really okay, as Margaery had stated. Her reluctance eventually outwon her desire as she dropped her hand back off Margaery's breast without so much as a single squeeze, but she didn't pull her mouth back. She almost couldn't the pleasure of sharing a kiss was overwhelming and she figured just kissing games were harmless, she had heard of plenty of girls her age playing at kissing before. True she hadn't heard of them doing it with other girls, but she figured that was just due to her lack of experience back in Winterfell. Sansa figured it was fine, so she tried again to kiss Margaery, this time going so far as to stick her tongue in Margaery's mouth! It was a completely different experience from having a tongue in her mouth and she liked how wet and warm Margaery's cavity was.

Margaery returned the kiss with a passion, but again grabbed the recently dropped hand of Sansa and forcing it onto her breast, this time holding it there and guiding Sansa's fingers to squeeze and play with her breast over her dress. Sansa allowed her hand to be forced back and forth, but didn't do anything of her own volition instead only doing what Margaery's hand did. "I said your turn," Margaery forcibly remarked pulling their mouths apart and fixing Sansa with a hard stare.

Sansa didn't see how she could get out of returning the favor without offending the young Queen to be, so she hesitantly began squeezing Margaery's breast with awkward fumbling grasps through the rough dress. Margaery smiled as the girl finally began to play with her breasts, that's it, keep going she thought. With a smooth motion Margaery dropped her shoulder and let her strap drop down exposing her left breast only, the one Sansa was pawing at. The sight of her nudity shocked Sansa, and her immature fondling stopped for a moment as she stared at the Margaery's beautiful breasts. So full, so round and with a small chocolate nipple placed perfectly and standing at attention. After looking at such a perfect breast, Sansa suddenly felt ashamed at her own small, exposed breasts that seemed insignificant in comparison. She moved to cover herself with her dress, but Margaery took her hand off Sansa's pink nipple and grabbed both of Sansa's hands with her own, guiding them both to Margaery's breasts. In the process her right shoulder strap had fallen over her shoulder sending her dress to her waist and leaving her slender, tight upperbody exposed. Sansa could do nothing but gape at the womanly figure in front of her, and again feel inadequate compared to Margaery's royal beauty. Somehow she was even more perfect than Sansa could have believed.

"Your Grace, you are beautiful," Sansa said trying to remember her courtesies, even though she was pretty sure she had never been taught what to say in a situation such as this.

"You are too sweet Sansa, I know you are just as beautiful," Margaery replied her hands now grabbing at Sansa's dress held up only by the crook of the girl's elbow. Margaery slowly pushed Sansa's arms down to her sides so they hung straight and the dress had no choice but to succumb to gravity and slide down Sansa's now entirely exposed body. Margaery's brown eyes hungrily drank in the site of Sansa's young, supple body and her hands immediately reached out to feel it for herself. Her left hand going straight back to twist and tweak Sansa's soft pink nipple while her right wandered up and down the girl's stomach and thighs exploring the soft flesh beneath her slender fingers. Her eyes roamed over the nude form in front of her as she took in the small patch of almost orange hair covering the girl's tight slit.

At the drop of her dress, Sansa had gone as still as a statue, unable or perhaps not daring to move; the sight of her green eyes widen with uncertainty and fear only filled Margaery with more desire. Margaery's hands continued to probe and play with around Sansa's delicate flesh, slowly dragging a finger up her thigh and towards Sansa's exposed pussy before circling her naval and dragging just above her tight cunt before heading back to her breast. Sansa had gasped when she had thought the Queen to be was going to touch her pussy, but was unable to move still and let Margaery's hands ravish her for precious seconds before she regained her composure. Now to see how gullible and innocent the girl really is Margaery thought. "I thought you said you were highborn?" Margaery asked with a confused expression on her face.

"What do you mean? Of course I am," Sansa's equally confused reply came. "Then where's your cock?" Margaery asked, her eyes focused on Sansa's concealed cunt.

"My cock? I don't understand your grace, I'm a woman." Sansa's words came out haltingly as confusion was evident on her face.

"All highborn ladies have cocks, I thought you had one too," Margaery responded. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that?" Margaery inquired her voice implying disbelief that Catelyn Stark had never told Sansa.

Sansa's face now held even more confusion and disbelief, "I.. I.. she never said.. I didn't know," Sansa stammered out before Margaery interrupted her "Of course not, she didn't come to Kings Landing with you, I'm sure she was going to tell you, but never had the chance. You mustn't feel embarrassed Sansa."

Sansa tried to stammer a response but she had no words and her face went beet red in embarrassment at her apparent lack of knowledge and lack of supposed highborn cock. Finally she mustered words "I AM highborn, you have to believe me, I never knew," her words almost fearful as if she had committed a great crime. "Please, I never knew, she never told me," Sansa's words came out rushed her eagerness to not embarrass herself before the older woman clearly on display.

"shhhh," Margaery whispered putting her finger to the young girl's nubile lips. "I know, its okay, I'll show you how highborn ladies play."

Sansa was still hesitant and tried to cover her modesty with her hands, one going to her exposed breasts that Margaery's hand still fondled, the other to her newly exposed pussy. Margaery simply ignored her hands and continued feeling and probing the girl's body as if Sansa had made no move. In an effort to lower Sansa's barriers Margaery pushed her head forward and again wrapped her lips around Sansa's this time putting as much passion into the kiss as possible as the feel of their saliva meshed together.

Sansa's discomfort didn't diminish with their lips entwined, but she didn't push back against Margaery's hands, instead she shifted both of her hands down below her hips to guard her cunt against any advances. Her eyes were still wide as saucers even while Margaery's tongue again probed her mouth, while simultaneously Margaery's hands twisted both her breasts sharply wringing a gasp out of Sansa. "Doesn't it feel good Sansa?" Margaery asked sweetly her brown eyes staring inquisitively at Sansa.

"It does, but are you sure its okay?" Sansa's question came quickly her eyes darting around the garden.

"I already told you, we are just playing, there's nothing wrong with highborn ladies playing with each other, I've done it before back at high garden," came Margaery's stern reply, her eyes looking reproachingly at Sansa. "You're not saying I would lie to my friend are you?" Margaery's query came soft as a whisper.

"NO" Sansa replied quickly, terrified she had hurt the older woman's trust, and eager to win it back after hearing herself referred to as a friend.

"Good. Then let me show you something," and with that Margaery pushed the rest of her dress down off her hips leaving only her tiny panties covering her hips. Sansa's eyes were immediately drawn down to the bulging panties that seemed to be almost throbbing, her eyes going wide in suprise. Margaery saw the young girls eyes "as I said most highborn ladies have cocks," she said almost naughtily, and with that she removed her panty unfurling her long throbbing cock, her bulbous head standing straight up and dripping with pre-cum from their encounter.

Margaery stared at Sansa her throbbing cock erect and upright as if waiting for an answer to an unasked question. As if sensing her queue "I didn't know, no… no one told me," sansa's words were halting and she had withdrawn a half step in shock at the reveal. "It's so big," Sansa finally managed to mutter her face bright red with embarrassment.

"Oh this? It's actually pretty small, you must not have seen many cocks," Margaery giggled and lied, her greater than one foot cock stood erect staring at Sansa's midriff, and that didn't include the nearly four inches of girth that made her cock seem more like a boa constrictor than a sex object.

"No, I haven't seen any," Sansa admitted her eyes not moving off Margaery's cock as if hypnotized. The cock bounced up and down with anticipation and Sansa had never seen anything like it. She couldn't believe that was a small cock! How did men keep it hidden all the time, if theirs was bigger, it just didn't make sense. But this was Margaery and she been her most faithful friend in Kings Landing since she got here, she had no reason to doubt the Queen to be on this, especially when she was such an experienced woman who knew so much more than Sansa.

Margaery stood leeringly over Sansa, her eyes still roaming across Sansa's nubile body, while she took a step forward to once again have her hands back to fondling Sansa's tits with a newfound vigor. Margaery's touch finally broke the spell and Sansa's eyes lifted off the throbbing cock at Margaery's waist and locked eyes for a brief moment, only to turn away in shame. Margaery's smile only widened at this, and sought to hide it by bending down and softly kissing Sansa on her sweet lips, savoring the feel before moving her head next to Sansa's ear and whispering "go on, touch it," ever so sweetly in her ear.

Sansas eyes grew wide at this as they flitted back and forth between Margaery and her long cock. "I don't think I should," Sansa said. Margaery rolled her eyes, but only when Sansa was looking away, before gently taking the younger girl's hand in hers and guiding it down and placing it on her pulsating shaft. Sansa's hand slowly closed around the huge cock as she tried and failed to wrap her hand completely around Margaery's massive girth, her fingers not quite able to interlock around the huge shaft. Margaery's hand was still holding Sansa's as she began moving it up and down stroking her cock through sansa's hand. "Ohhh yes, oh thank you Sansa," the queen to be moaned. Margaery smiled to herself as she faked a pleasureful face and a pleasureful moan, so as to entice Sansa to continue. This is almost too easy, I expected to have to force her hands long before she got to touching my cock. If this continues she may not even resist when I go for her ass, Margaery thought, her cock stiffening at the thought and twitching upwards in response.

Sansa seemed surprised at the compliment, but a timid smile broke her face as she gazed upon Margaery's face lit up with pleasure, and she began stroking a bit more intensely, working the middle of Margaerys veiny shaft back and forth. "Yes that's it, stroke my full cock now Sansa, don't be shy," Margaery commanded, her hands deftly twisting Sansa's hardened nipples again and again. Sansa remained standing as she responded by bending over and placing both her hands on Margaery's long shaft and working them up and down in tandem. She's more eager than I thought, this won't be nearly as much a challenge as I hoped Margaery thought with a flicker of dismay. "Oh Sansa that's so good, your hands are like magic, you sure you haven't done this before?" Margaery asked knowing the answer.

"No, never," came Sansa's reply this time there seemed to a bit of pride combined with curiosity in her answer.

"You are a fast learner, but you need to stroke my head as well." "Your head?" Sansa asked.

Margaery's smile widened as she looked down on Sansa's awkward bent body before smiling sweetly at the girl's wide eyes. "The head of my cock, its so sensitive and needs to be stroked, not just the shaft."

Sansa's face flushed as she thought how stupid she was for not knowing that, Margaery must think she was an idiot. In an effort to redeem herself, she took her right hand and immediately went to Margaery's bulbous mushroom shaped hand and began wrapping her palm around it and jerking up and down. Margaery recoiled as she let out a little gasp of pain "Sansa, be careful I told you its sensitive," Margaery chided as she pulled her cock head out of Sansa's grasp. Margaery took Sansa's chin with her fingers and forced her face upward to stare at her own, "you have to get it wet before you can tug on it like that," Margaery said.

Sansa's face was now as red as the bricks of the red keep. She wanted to hide her face and self from her own stupidity. How could I be so stupid, maybe Cersei is right I am just and idiot girl. "I… I don't have any water your grace," Sansa stammered out looking around for something to wet the head with.

Margaery couldn't help herself she burst out laughing at the young girl's inexperience. This will be far to easy. "Oh Sansa, sweetness, don't worry I have to remind myself you haven't played these games before," Margaery said when she saw how Sansa reacted to her laughter. "It's not your fault no one taught you these things, but don't worry I will teach you now." "You will?" Sansa asked, a glimmer of hope stirring within her, that her ignorance and stupidity was about to be cured. "Yes of course, you don't need water you have a mouth," Margaery stated looking curiously at Sansa, trying to gauge her response.

"My mouth?" Sansa repeated stupidly, belatedly kicking herself for how dumb she sounded in front of the soon to be Queen. "Yes, use your mouth on my cock to get it wet," Sansa hesitated, it seemed somehow wrong to do that, but afraid of looking even more foolish she bent down as far as she could to take Margaery's pulsating cock in her mouth, but before she could, Margaery pushed at her shoulders and said "on your knees is easier." Feeling embarrassed and self conscious Sansa, stooped in the flower bed before putting both knees down in the soil, and found herself face to face with Margaery's supposed small cock. From this angle it looked even bigger than Sansa thought possible and she thought there was no way her mouth would get around the thick girth of Margaery's cock. I've embarrassed myself enough, if Margaery says to use my mouth it must be doable Sansa thought. Taking only a brief moment to look up at Margaery's toned and firm figure towering over her, Sansa opened her mouth wide and moved her head forward, placing her lips on the mushroom shaped head in front of her. Almost immediately Margaery's head whipped back in pleasure her face rapturous that Sansa had actually done it, and unable to stop herself a small stream of pre-cum jetted out her cock and onto Sansa's lips. Sansa jolted back in surprise her tongue smacking her lips as she tasted salt and felt a sticky presence on her lips. Margaery said nothing of it instead grabbing the back of Sansa's head and again pushing her lips onto her cock.

Sansa struggled to open her mouth wide enough to even get around Margaery's cock, her lips stretched taunt as they were forced open to accept entry of Margaery's cock head. Sansa only had the head in her mouth and already she didn't know what to do. Margaery would have laughed if she thought it wouldn't push Sansa away. "Use your tongue and wet my whole cock now, your mouth feels amazing," Margaery told Sansa. Relieved to have direction, Sansa immediately moved her tongue onto Margaery's cock, sliding it back and forth upon her head and teasing her slit. Margaery was surprised at how quick Sansa took to it, another bout of pre-cum seeped out deep into Sansa's mouth before Margaery could stop it. Unable to close her mouth Sansa had no choice but to taste the salty pre-cum as it slowly floated down the back of her throat with the rest of her saliva before she swallowed. Almost gagging on the taste, she spit out Margaery's cock as she started coughing. Margaery was willing to give her no reprieve, as she was fully tuned on and wanted to be pleasured badly. Without waiting for her coughing to subsist, she once again forced Sansa's mouth back over her cock. Coughing and gagging Sansa did all she could to breath as tears flooded her eyes and she struggled to breathe through coughing bouts. Finally she managed to get it under control, blinking back tears she began moving her tongue all around, coating Margery's head in a thick layer of saliva. Content that she had lathered up Margaery's head, Sansa pulled her own head back and took the thick cock in both her hands, using her right to jerk and tug the lubricated head as she had done before glad the ordeal was over.

Oh no, you think you just needed to wet my head? You poor, naive girl. When I'm done with you you will had wished that was all you had to Margaery thought to herself. Before Sansa had given more than a few strokes, Margaery grabbed both of her hands and pulled her to her feet. As Sansas back straightened fully, Margaery leaned down and met her lips as they rose, savoring the salty taste of her own cum on Sansa's lips. Sansa returned the kiss vigorously putting all attention on the older woman's soft lips. As quick as it began, Margaery broke off the kiss. "You need to get my whole cock wet with your mouth, it feels much better than your hands, and its how all the highborn ladies play," Margaery told Sansa staring directly into the young girl's eyes. "Oh of course," Sansa squeaked out, her voice like that of a mouse high and scared. Margaery placed both hands on Sansa's shoulders and pushed down gently, forcing the young girl to retreat back on her knees, again brining her face to face with her cock. This time Margaery let Sansa guide her own lips onto her cock, and again Sansa only took the head in her mouth and struggled to get that much of the Queen's girthy cock. Margaery wasn't satisfied and placed her right hand on her own breast and began fondling, while placing her left hand on the back of Sansa's head and pushing the young girl's head further down her shaft. Sansa's mouth widened as she tried to accommodate more her lips stretched to agony, her mouth was so full she felt like she couldn't breathe. But when she looked at Margaery's taunt cock there was still nine inches left out of her mouth.

Margaery started shifting her hips back and forth ever so slightly, moving her cock back and forth in Sansa's mouth, her hands still placed on the back of her head so the girl could not escape from her cocks penetration. Even with Margaery's probing Sansa still couldn't manage more than the first few inches of her huge cock and even that had left her jaw aching from exertion and stretched beyond relief. Sansa tried to push herself off Margaery's cock to give herself a break and take a deep breath she badly needed, but as her arms shifted out to push against Margaery's stomach, Margaery's hand on the back of her head pulled even harder refusing to let Sansa out of her cock's embrace. Sansa began to panic at the lack of air and put both her hands on the Margaery's hips and shoved as hard as she could, briefly freeing her mouth and allowing her a desperate gasp of air. She had only gotten two quick breaths before Margaery's hands again found her head and forced her back to her cock. Sansa resisted closing her lips in an effort to save herself, but Margaery took her own cock in her hand and forced her throbbing head up to Sansa's lips and pushed. Rather than outright refuse the older woman, Sansa relented and in no time the back of her throat was filled again by Maraery's pulsating cock. Sansa still was unsure of what to do, and from her knees raised her eyes to look at Margaery, her eyes aching from the uncomfortable angel and saw the older woman's face lit up in savage joy and ecstasy. Look how happy she is Sansa thought. Maybe she will think I am a quick learner after this. She must be almost done, we've played for a few minutes now.

Margaery looked back down at Sansa and applied pressure on the back of her head attempting to get Sansa to take more than just a few inches of her cock. Sansa resisted and Margaery could not get much more of her cock down the young girl's throat, it was closed and Sansa seemed determined to keep it that way. "Oh Sansa, you are amazing, you are doing such a good job." Even with her cock in her mouth Sansa beamed at the compliment moving her head back off Margaery's cock with a look of accomplishment, as she thought she was finished. "Remember what I said you need to get my whole cock in your wet mouth." At this Sansas mouth fell open and she closed it quickly before Margaery caught her. "I can't, its too big," Sansa complained. "Nonsense, you just have to open your throat, you're lucky I have such a small cock it should be easy." Sansa looked doubtful at this, but she knew the older woman was counting on her and didn't want to let her down. "How do I do that?" Sansa asked fearful. "It's easy just relax and open your throat and don't resist when my cock slides down it. My cousins Elinor and Megga are both great at it. And it feels so good when my full cock is in their mouths, I can only imagine how good it will feel when I am fully in your mouth," the Queen to be added. "You do this with your cousins?" Sansa asked, feeling intimidated by the standard she had to live up too. "Oh yes of course, they are highborn ladies and great fun to play these games with." "Although not as much fun as you are I am hoping," Margaery added with a twinkle in her eye, seeking to keep Sansa enticed and happy. It worked as Sansa perked up and said "It will be. I mean, I will be. I mean we will have fun, more fun!" Sansa babbled out, cursing herself for her twisted tongue and hoping she could meet Margaery's expectations. "Good, now show me," Margaery commanded like a Queen.

Sansa was still hesitant, but determined to prove herself she shifted her knees to get comfortable, as she had worn out the dirt beneath them already, and set herself firmly in front of Margaery's cock. Taking a good look at the length, she took a deep breath, opened her mouth as wide as possible and tried to shove the cock down. She got almost five inches before she gagged and pulled her head back off Margaery's cock coughing and sputtering, long strands of saliva still clinging to her mouth and attached to Margaery's cock. She looked up and saw Margaery frowning ever so slightly, which made her terribly nervous. I have to do better. Come on Sansa, her cousins can do it Sansa thought. Regaining her composure and breath Sansa approached Margaery's throbbing member more slowly this time, opening her mouth wide and slowly taking the glistening head in her mouth before moving down the shaft. Again she got almost five inches in before her mouth was completely filled and her throat became a barrier preventing anymore length from entering. Margaery put her hands on the back of Sansa's head and said "now relax your throat. It's going to be hard, but I know you can do it, you're such a smart girl." Breathless from the confidence and cock in her mouth, Sansa set about to relax her throat. She felt she understood what the older woman wanted, but it seemed like she would choke if she obeyed Margaery's command. Bracing herself, Sansa slowly let her throat relax and slid her mouth farther down the shaft in front of her. She had gone nearly two inches when she panicked, her hands went up reflexively to push Margaery away while her throat attempted to close, blocked by the cock down inside her, only caused her panic to increase as she tried to spit Margaery's cock out. Margaery had seemingly sensed this panic, as she immediately applied pressure with her hands to keep Sansa's head from backing off her cock, and forcing her cock to stay lodged in Sansa's throat. Sansa's panic continued as she found herself unable to breath while she gagged again and again on Margaery's cock that refused to budge from the recesses of her throat. Using all her strength she finally managed to push Margaery off her and went on all fours coughing and crying trying to breath. Snot had dribbled out of her nose in an effort to get air and she kept her head facing the dirt, trying in vain to clean herself before Margaery noticed.

Terrified she had lost Margaery's trust, Sansa hurriedly cleaned herself and looked up to see the Queen to be's reaction. Margaery was staring down at her when she saw Sansa stare up, her face broke out in a smile. "That was such a good effort Sansa, I'm impressed, you made me feel so good. You'll do even better this time I know it." Sansa faltered at that comment she didn't want to try again, but desperate to please the older woman, she slowly straightened her back and again found herself face to face with Margaery's supposed small cock. Steeling herself, Sansa again opened her jaw and began taking the cock inside her mouth. Saliva coated Margaery's long cock and the first few inches slid in easier than before. In no time Sansa was again at her throat barrier, much to her displeasure. With a few quick breaths to boost her confidence, Sansa tried relaxing and opening her throat to the Queen's cock. This time Margaery went more gently instead of pushing Sansa's head further down she tilted her head back slightly and slowly slid her cock down Sansa's gullet. Sansa's eyes went wide as she saw inch after inch of pulsating cock enter her mouth, she felt it push up against her throat and for a moment she feared she would suffocate, before taking a quick breath out of her nose restored a small amount of oxygen and calm to her brain. She had taken nearly eight inches of Margaery's cock down her throat when her throat closed off. She threatened to throw up as she gagged, but Margaery didn't move an inch and realizing she had no choice, Sansa forced herself to relax, her throat eventually opening up although she still could get no more cock down it.

Rather than force Sansa to gag again, Margaery slid almost two inches of her cock out of Sansa's throat and then back down into slowly. Forcing Sansa to blow her without letting her throat close or giving her a rest. Margaery was in ecstasy already, moaning with pleasure she took her own breast in her hand and fondled herself roughly seeking to increase her pleasure. She would have increased it more by forcing more cock down Sansa's throat, but she did not want to ruin the young girl just yet.

Still keeping Sansa's throat open Margaery began thrusting her hips forward and back, getting into a rhythm of pleasure, but still keeping six inches of her cock in Sansa's mouth at all times, only thrusting a few inches back and forth at a time. Sansa's eyes were wide and she planted her hands on Margaery's soft thighs in case she needed to push away, but she refrained from doing so, choosing to let Margaery have her joy. Margaery didn't let up, and slowly began pushing more and more of her cock down her throat, going so far as to get nearly ten inches of her cock down her throat with a quick thrust of her hips. Sansa couldn't take it and her arms stiffened as she tried to push off Margaery's thighs and free her mouth from her cock. Margaery didn't budge, instead holding her cock deep inside Sansa's throat and her hands on her head to imprison the young girl on her stiff staff. Sansa gagged once, desperately trying to free herself to no avail. Gagged twice as her hands frantically pushed at Margaery trying to gain placement for her to get leverage and liberate her throat. Gagged a third time and this time she couldn't stop herself as she retched and threw up slightly on the cock still wedged in her throat as tears cascaded down her face. She tasted bile and gagged again, her desperation reaching a critical point as she shook her head back and forth and squirmed her whole body frantic to escape. Tears blinded her eyes as her vision closed in on itself, she could barely breath and panic had overtaken her as she thrashed with ever increasing fury trying to dislodge the rod from her throat. As frantic as Sansa's efforts were, Margaery's were even more determined, as she kept her hands firmly on the back of the young girls head not giving an inch, forcing her cock to remain wedged deep in her throat. Only when Sansa's hands went limp did Margaery relent and unsheathe her cock from Sansa's throat allowing the girls throat a brief minute of relief.

Sansa fell on her hands, bending on all fours as she inhaled sharp and deep filling her lungs with precious air that had been denied her. She took short sharp breaths trying to catch her breath as she spit twice trying to clear the bile out of her mouth And while she cleared the bile itself the taste remained an unpleasant lingering taste of her own stomach acid to remind her of what had happened. With Sansa still bent on all fours coughing into the ground, Margaery bent her knees and slowly began rubbing her still throbbing cock against the girl's shoulder and back, running it the length of her shoulder blades and back. The touch of her cock was like a shock to Sansa as she jolted and dipped her shoulder pulling away from Margaery's girthy cock. Margaery straightened with a cruel smile on her face that Sansa couldn't see, before walking around to face where Sansa's head now pointed. Placing herself firmly between Sansa's hands, she slowly lifted the girl's face to her upright and rigid cock. Sansa's tears and blubbering increased as Margaery pulled her head up and inserted her penis in her mouth. She had only gotten the head in when Sansa pulled back, dropping her head again and began sobbing, her shoulders shaking from the task.

"Shh, shhh, come on you're not finished, you need to clean my cock. You threw up on it, and a Queen can't have bile on her cock now can she?"

"I'm so.. sorr. sorry…" Sansa finally stuttered out between sobs.

"Sorry isn't good enough, you need to clean it," Margaery's voice came like a whip, hard and firm. Immediately cowed by her anger, Sansa raised her head to obey the command; however seeing the long meaty shaft in front of her she lost her nerve and dropped her head again. Margaery was having none of it "I said clean it" her voice taking a dangerous tone. Bracing herself Sansa took a deep breath of air, and opened her mouth taking the cock head inside of her. Her tongue ran over the bulbous head and slit like she was taught, only to immediately gag again as the taste of her bile was forced back in her throat. She gagged once more, before getting a hold of herself. Not wanting to linger on the taste she slowly began working her way up the shaft, taking inch after inch, each harder than the last, until she reached her throat. This time she wasn't able to relax her throat and could take no more than the six or so inches already buried in her mouth, with her saliva leaking out of her mouth and onto the ground.

"You're just getting more on the base of my cock, swallow it," came the voice from above. Whimpering even with the cock in her mouth, Sansa did as she was told, swallowing the bile, spit, and precum mixture that had been swirling in her mouth. This time she managed to stop from gagging but it was no easy feat.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it. You are making great progress, I couldn't be more happy," this time Margaery's voice was gentle and kind, holding a note of pride that Sansa silently prayed thanks for. "Now to get it all in your mouth." Sansa almost choked hearing that. All, that's not possible, I can't, it's too big she thought. She would have said the words aloud had her mouth not been filled with half of Margaery's monstrous cock. Without waiting for an answer Margaery began pushing her cock, probing to get deeper down the young girl's throat. Sansa tried to relax and let it pass, but she was too tense and only gagged as another inch slid down her throat. Seizing upon the moment Margaery quickly thrust her hips and snuck another two inches of her throbbing cock down her gullet. Sansa wasn't prepared and began choking and coughing immediately. This time Margaery placed one hand on the back of her head and one of the front by her throat pinning her head there, so he couldn't escape. Tears flushed Sansa's eyes as she coughed harder, her hands pushing off whatever they were touching to get free, found no relief as Margaery was unwilling to let her go. "Just breathe, breathe through your nose, you're fine." Still coughing violently even with the cock in her throat, Sansa tried to do as the older woman commanded and breathe through her nose, but air wasn't coming fast enough. Pushing her hands against the older woman soft thighs she tried to move away, but again Margaery held firm, her thick cock not budging and inch. With no choice but to accept her position, Sansa's breathes through her nose came quicker and quicker. After a few moments her heart stopped racing and she relaxed slightly. "Good," came Margaery's voice as she noticed the lack of fight from the young girl. "

"Almost there."

Hearing this Sansa began crying even more, tears flowing down her face as she opened her eyes to see the still four or five inches of cock that remained for her throat. Not stopping to comfort the girl, Margaery forced her pulsating cock down again, standing almost on her toes to get the angle and pressure right to force Sansa's acceptance. She got nearly two more inches before Sansa could clearly take no more as her throat reached its limit she retched again, covering Margaery's cock with bile and saliva. Margaery's grip on her head had slackened and Sansa was able to wriggle out and liberate her mouth from the ten inches of terror that had just been there. Panting and gasping, Sansa went to all fours and threw up on the light soil, turning it shades darker as it absorbed the liquid.

Finally catching her breath "I can't, I can't I'm sorry its too much," she muttered unable to look up and in the older woman's eyes. "Hmm, I am disappointed, I expected better from you. But I know you haven't done this before so it wasn't a bad first effort. However the last few inches of my cock are untouched and that's where I get my pleasure from."

Abashed but relieved the Queen to be wasn't angry, Sansa quickly used her tongue to lick and moisten the base of the woman's cock and slobber over the few untouched inches she had failed to take in her mouth, hoping this would please her. Margaery only laughed, "Oh Sansa you are so sweet my dear, but I am afraid that won't do it."

"I'm sorry, I can't take it all its too much," Sansa repeated. "Don't worry that's not the only hole you have," Margaery replied with a sly smile. Sansa's brow furrowed in confusion, "your grace?"

"We can still play with your other hole, its an even more fun way for highborn ladies to play! And I think you'll like it much better than your mouth." Confusion still evident in her face Sansa stared up into Margaery's green eyes "I.. I don't understand." Margaery's smile was a mile wide "bend over, on all fours like you just were." Sansa hesitated, realization slowly going across her face. "Your grace, I'm a maiden."

"Bend over" came the harsh reply. Cowed by the stern words, Sansa bent over putting her hands back upon the dirt, her back arched upward as her head turned back questioning to look at the queen to be behind her. Margaery stood behind her looking like a goddess with her firm body, taunt lines and curves in evidence as she took her long shaft in hand and laid it down upon Sansa's buttocks and lower back, she slowly moved it forward and back ever so slightly feeling Sansa tense beneath her cock. With her cock still resting on her back, she bent over and took Sansa's turned head and met it with her own, their lips locking tightly together before Sansa's parted and let her tongue in. As they kissed and swapped saliva, Margaery took her hands and grabbed at Sansa's breasts, tightening her grip upon the young girls small tight breast, until Sansa let out a gasp of pain, that she used to drive her tongue further down her throat.

Margaery broke off their kissing, keeping her body bent over Sansa's and softly whispered in her ear. "And a maiden you will stay, don't worry. I would never deflower you my sweet Sansa. Now this may hurt the first time, but you will grow to love it. Who knows you may even love it the first time, I know plenty of highborn ladies who have. My first time was so painful, but now its my favorite way to play." "What do you mean?" Sansa asked fearfully, hey eyes going wide.

Without responding, Margaery took her shaft in hand and began touching her bulbous cock head to Sansa's asshole, flitting it about and around the hole. Sansa reacted quickly, clenching her butt cheeks and standing upright on her knees in protest. Grabbing one cheek in her hand Margaery caressed the young girls ass, softly at first then harder before releasing it and bringing her hand back as she spanked Sansa once. "Ahhh" came Sansa's sharp cry, more of surprise than pain. "I told you to bend over," Margaery's voice was firm and held anger that Sansa couldn't help but note.

"Please, you are not going to stick it in my butt are you?" tears filling Sansa's eyes again. "Of course I am. And you are going to let me. If you resist again, I will have to punish you. And we don't want that do we my dear? " came the falsely sweet reply.

"No…no… it's just" "Good," Margaery's reply came quickly, cutting off whatever excuses Sansa was hoping to use. "Now bend over, and enjoy. Remember this is for you pleasure as much as mine!" Sansa tried to put a brave smile on her face, but the lack of pleasure she had experienced so far made the smile look more watery than brave. Returning to her position on all fours, Sansa tensed again when she felt Margaery's cock head prowl up and down her backside, resting in between her soft buttocks. "Relax, if you are tense it's only going to hurt worse." Giving Sansa no time to reply, she grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled them apart roughly. "Ouch." With her cheeks spread apart Margaery got a good look at the young girls tight pink hole, hardly any opening to be seen even with her soft ass cheeks spread as wide as they would go. Margaery's hunger intensified and she felt her cock throb with desire as it stood up even more strongly than before. Giving Sansa no warning and no warmup, she guided her cock up to her asshole, and pushed slowly down. It took a few seconds before her cock was able to penetrate, and Margaery had to stretch the girl's cheeks even farther apart to make it possible for her huge girth to slip in the girl's tight hole. When she finally did, her head slipped in and in immediate response, Sansa's hands gave out as she collapsed in pain and surprise to the dirt, pulling her ass away and off Margaery's cock. "owwwww, that hurts." Margaery didn't respond, instead she pulled her cock away and brought her hand down as hard as she could upon the girl's soft fleshy cheeks, spanking Sansa five times in rapid succession before stopping. Sansa's cry of pain when the cock entered her paled in comparison to the screams she let loose as she was brutally spanked.

"I told you not to resist. That was a gentle punishment, but if you pull away from me one more time, I will have no choice but to bind and gag you. Is that understood?" Sansa was too scared to reply and muttered the barest of agreements. Unsatisfied Margaery brought her hand back and spanked the girl with everything she had, ringing another yelp of pain out of the girl. "I said is that understood?" "YES" this time Sansa almost shouted her response, thought it was slightly garbled by her tears and crying. Sansa's hands had gone back to protect her ass instinctively, but she caught herself and thought better of it, before putting them back on the dirt and resuming her position on all fours. She felt ashamed to be even in the position she's using me like a dog.

Already her ass had gotten red and was sensitive to touch, as Margaery drew her cock back and forth on her now sensitive ass cheeks, Sansa stiffening beneath each touch. Satisfied the girl had learned her lesson, Margaery forcibly spread her cheeks, no longer caring to be gently, and probed her cock head back into Sansa's tight ass. No sooner had she entered then Sansa's head reared upward and her whole body stiffened in response as she couldn't contain a scream of pain. Sansa's pain only drove Margaery's joy and a spout of precum eked out of her cock and into the girl's ass at her delight. Sansa's cries intensified as she felt the cum slide down her ass. Margaery held her cock head just inside Sansa's ass, savoring the sensation and delight of success of her plan, a cruel smile on her face as she looked at Sansa's head bent and ass raised in submission. Not wanting to ruin her too quickly, she slowly began pushing more of her cock inside her ass. Every millimeter was a battle, as Sansa's tight asshole could barely accommodate the girth of her cock, any extra length proved to be more of a challenge. She had barely gotten another inch inside her, before Sansa's wailing finally turned to words. "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE NO MORE. It hurts," Sansa whined. "You still have a long way to go, my whole cock has to fit inside. Don't worry it get's easier," Margaery lied.

Groaning in pain, Sansa tried to stifle the sobs that were racking her whole body and relax, but her body was betraying her and she could do neither. Margaery pushed again forcing another bit of her cock inside, increasing Sansa's sobs and wailing. Margaery was in a fervor now, she hadn't been this turned on a long time. The sight of her giant cock filling Sansa's tight ass combined with Sansa's clear misery was almost too much. She had to stop pushing and just hold her cocks position for fear she would cum too quickly. Sansa took the break as an opportunity to steel herself, but as soon as Margaery pushed again, she broke down and screamed as loud as she could.

As screams filled her ears, Margeaery drove her cock deeper inside, probing deeper and deeper, fighting past the resistance she felt without care. Nearly five inches of her cock was inside Sansa, when Sansa's screams stopped and the begging began again. "Please stop. Please stop, please stop." was all Sansa could say, repeating it time and time again, as all other words seemed to have left her. Deciding it was as good a time as any, Margaery withdrew her cock ever so slightly for the first time, before brutally thrusting it in again. Sansa's words were cut off by her screams that filled the gardens. Margaery began thrusting cruelly, sliding out almost all the cock she had gotten in before thrusting it back in forcefully, again and again. Sansa seemed beside herself in pain, her hands flailing, wanting to push Margaery off before she corrected them in time, fearing the Queen to be's reprisal more than the present pain. Her hands grabbed at the dirt futilely, seeking out any handhold so she could clench something, anything to transfer the pain. Her right hand reached out and struck a root sticking up that she clung to with all her strength hoping to lessen the pain. It seemed to work for half a heartbeat, before Margaery thrust again and Sansa's grip released so she could smack the dirt as she screamed.

Sansa's screams only got louder as Margaery buried her cock deeper inside, thrusting over half her cock in and out with viscous energy. She had gotten nearly eight inches of her cock inside when she came upon firmer resistance than ever and could push her cock no farther. She pulled her cock partially out and rammed it back in again and again trying in vain to push past the barrier deep within Sansa's ass. It was no use, no matter how hard she rammed, she couldn't penetrate deeper; although Sansa's screams had gotten even louder, something Margaery thought wasn't possible.

Keeping her eight inches pinned deep inside Sansa, Margaery took a break to catch her breath and decide how to proceed. I can just keep pounding her until eventually I get through. A cruel smile broke her face as she had a wicked thought. Or i could make her do the work for me. "Sansa why aren't you letting me fuck you fully?"

Breathless from her screams, her head drooping "I am. Please no more, it hurts and I can't take anymore. Please your grace"

"I told you to call me Margaery. And you will take my full cock, now stop being coy and move your ass on my cock until you take it all."

"I can't" Sansa cried out in distress. "You have to believe me, I feel like my ass is split in two. PLEASE"

"Well, if you won't help me, I guess I'll have to be a little rougher, don't you think?" Hearing this Sansa began crying again her back heaving with sobs.

Bending over Sansa with her cock still wedged inside her, she reached around and gripped Sansa's breasts harshly, twisting her nipples cruelly with her fingers. When Sansa didn't cry out, Margaery only increased her grip, squeezing the young girl's breasts with all the strength she had. Sansa cried out and her hands shot up instinctively to protect herself, but she was unable to break the older woman's ironclad grip off her breasts. "Hands down," commanded Margaery as she twisted the girl's whole breasts furiously, sending Sansa's body in a shiver as she tried to comply with her demands while diminishing the pain. It was no good, Sansa's breasts were afire and felt close to being torn off, but she put her hands back down and began begging for mercy again. "AHHH, PLEASE, your gra… Margaery please." Ignoring her protests Margaery kept twisting and squeezing her breasts while trying to push her cock even deeper inside her ass. Sansa's screams became more frantic and her begging even more desperate.

Frustrated by her lack of penetration, Margaery released the girl's breasts and placed her hands on the young girl's hips, using them as leverage as she thrust her cock in and out. Again and again she thrust each time putting more force behind her cock as it pounded Sansa and forced her to cry out. But still she could get no more than her eight inches inside. Changing her position, Margaery placed her feet in front of Sansa's knees and tightened her grip on her hips, before plunging her cock with all her strength and finally breaking through the barrier that had previously halted her. Sansa's reaction was immediate as she tried to get away from the deep cock inside her, her knees shot out from under her, sending her body flat on her the ground in a futile effort to escape the cock deeper inside her than ever before. Not wanting to give up the new found space she had found, Margaery followed Sansa down, driving almost her full cock inside Sansa as she let gravity take over and found herself lying flat on top of Sansa's prone body. At this Sansa's screams reached a new level and her whole body shook as she desperately tried to free herself, but the older woman's weight was fully on top of her and she could not lift her. She tried to turn her body over and roll away, but it was useless, Margaery had pinned her legs with her knees. She brought her arms up to push Margaery away, but the older woman was too quick, and used both her hands to cruelly pin down her arms at the crook of her elbow so she could offer no resistance.

In ecstasy with her new position, Margaery began thrusting back and forth trying to get the last inch or so of her cock within Sansa, using her knees and pushing off Sansa's arms she lifted herself slightly before letting gravity take her deep inside as she dropped her weight time and time again. She shifted her hips slightly to take a slightly higher angle as she pounded down harder and harder, until she felt Sansa go limp beneath. Only then did Margaery dare rise up on her knees, unsheathing nearly seven inches of her cock out of Sansa's ass, before brutally ramming her again, filling her ass up fully with her entire cock. At this Sansa stiffened and tried to break loose, but Margaery held her arms and her weight was back down upon the young girl. Her screams turned ragged as her voice went hoarse, she began begging for help, calling on anyone to save her. Margaery only laughed at this, and began fucking her harder. Her full cock now inside Sansa, she began to have her way her like never before, thrusting in rhythm she pulled her cock out only to force it all back in as Sansa squirmed beneath her on the ground.

Margaery's lust was insatiable, she pounded Sansa harder and harder, the girl's screams horse and desperate. She had stopped resisting, though Margaery kept her arms pinned down in case the girl should find a burst of courage. Sansa's surrender didn't diminish her desire, but did allow her to withdraw twelve inches of her cock from her tight ass only to force it back in in one swift motion. That got a reaction out of Sansa, her screams loudened as she tried to wriggle free, but Margaery's cock was deep inside and her weight prevented any movement more than small threshing about. Again and again Margaery withdrew almost all of her cock only to plunge the full girth and length back down immediately after. Soon it became too much and Margaey could feel her cock throb as it was ready to explode. She sped up her thrusts, delivering shorter and harder probes each time. As she felt herself on the verge, she drove her shaft as deep as possible, her hips pressing up against Sansa's bare ass. She came all at once, sending jet after jet of hot cum deep inside Sansa. Her cock spurted and shot up inside the girl, sending long ropes of cum past the point her cock had been able to penetrate. For nearly thirty seconds Margaery's cock expelled its cum in burst after burst until it finally sputtered one last time, she shuddered and a little cum dribbled out of her cock and deep into Sansa's ass. Sansa's screams tore through the air shrill and crazed as cum spurted deep inside of her. With her seed spent Margaery remained lying on top of Sansa her breasts heaving as she caught her breath exhausted from her effort.

After a few minutes she withdrew her cock for the first time since she had entered the young girl, and as she did some of her cum oozed out also, her cock glistening with residual sticky cum. Sansa had let out a moan as the cock pulled out, but after that fell silent except for the soft sounds of her sobs. She curled up in a ball on her side as if to protect herself brining her knees to her chest and in moving her ass she expelled another small bout of cum from her ass onto the soil. Margaery got to her feet and stared down at the young girl, feeling her loins stir again as she gazed at the pitiful figure below her. Sansa's auburn hair was a ragged mess, covered in dirt and leaves, her body looked small and frail as she sobbed. Her ass was red from the spanking and pounding she had taken, with white residue evident around her asshole. Margaery's cock stiffened at the thought of mounting her again, but she knew she was late as it was. She had not expected to spend nearly an hour and a half of her day fucking the Stark girl, but she was more than glad she had. Bending over she began putting her dress back on and straightening her hair, all the while Sansa remained still as a statue except for the shaking that accompanied her sobs. She needed to relieve herself and for a moment was tempted to piss on the girl's helpless face, but thought better of it, not wanting to soil the girl too much.

Once dressed and looking proper again Margaery went to her knees and kissed Sansa on her lips. "Oh Sansa, that was truly wonderful, you make such a good playmate. I can't wait to play with you again." Without giving Sansa a chance to reply she strode off, kicking Sansa's dress in the dirt and farther away from her prone body before leaving. Margaery wound her way through the gardens and just when she climbed the top of the stairs and was about to make her way down out of the gardens, a guard ran up to her standing six steps below her on the level ground. "Your Grace, some of the ladies are wanting to walk in the gardens. We've been holding them out here as you said, shall we tell them to leave?"

Glancing back Margaery saw Sansa still curled up in a ball naked, and even from the distance Margaery thought she glanced cum squeezing out the girl's ass. A sly smile lit her face as she turned back to the guard. "No, tell them all to enter immediately, i'm done."