Author's Note: Hey guys. As alluded to in the update to my profile, detailing my plans for writing into the new year, I not be continuing any of my previously established stories. I intend to finish a few other stories in my other fandoms before planning and tackling a proper Game of Thrones story. However, I still want to continue writing about the succulent ladies of Westeros and thought that a simple collection of random one-shots would be a perfect way to keep those ladies in my life.

This story will feature pairings that I am unlikely to write in the main story I intend to write, as well as pairings that would happen way on in the story and essentially pairings that take my fancy in compromising positions doing various perverted and lusty things. They will mostly be unrelated, but should I feel a follow up chapter would be fun, I may indulge.

Of course, I am always open to suggestions, more so with this story than others. Anything goes, with any pairings really, so get creative and if it tickles my fancy, you may see it in writing. This chapter was inspired by a reviewer on 'Game of Moans: Sluts of Westeros'. And while that particular reviewer may never see this story, I thought it a curious idea and built on it a little. So please do enjoy!

Chapter 1: Dancing Delight of Dorne

The soft plucking of guitars filled the room, a gentle melody wafting through the air, amidst the scent of wine and fresh fruit. A few candles around the room, illuminated the darkness, two soft silk chairs positioned towards the open flat of the stone floor. Raised at the top of a few steps, was a large double bed, draped with transparent silk sheets, and similar curtains, each one drawn across the four posters. One of the seats in the centre of the room was occupied, a northern lady, northern by Dornish standards, her soft lips sipping on a crystal glass of fragrant red wine.

Margaery Tyrell lounged across her chair, her lips drawn thin in a soft smile as she lifted the glass to her lips again, watching as a second lady, one of Dornish complexion swayed into the room. Dressed in a silken skirt, lined with golden tassels and trim, draped over the darker toned woman as she moved into the room, her hips swaying seductively as she came closer to Margaery. Her belly was exposed, a single silver jewel shining from her belly-button, her sizable, soft breasts bursting from their confines, the hint of chocolaty nipple beneath the thin silk fabric. A thin silk veil occluded her lips, but despite the covering, Margaery saw the hint of a sultry smile as the woman realised whom she was dancing for.

Stopping a few metres away from the Tyrell lady, the woman's body began to move, her hips gyrating as she swayed back and forwards, her legs carrying her gracefully across the room as she performed for Margaery. Each movement, was accentuated, lusty in practice, her soft breasts bouncing with each step, threatening to pop free from their confines, displaying themselves for the redhead's pleasure. Glimpses of the woman's thighs glanced out from beneath her skirt, ever so subtle hints towards her crotch. It was clear as she swayed, and portions of her lower half were teased at, that her undergarments were lacking, her pussy bare for anyone to see, if only she would let the Tyrell glimpse her southern hole.

Unconsciously, Margaery let her hand slip to her thigh, her fingers probing subtly towards her pussy, her thumb slipping amidst the dress she wore, gently rubbing along her folds. As subtly as she was moving, the dancer before her had keen senses and caught swiftly onto the woman's secretive ministrations. Spinning with an elegant flurry, the woman dazzled Margaery and as she slowed to a halt, facing the northern lady, surprised her once again. Amidst her spin, the woman had cast aside the thin stretch of garment holding her breasts in place. Posing, her chest on full display, the fullness and bounce to her breasts a sight to see.

Smirking, Margaery let her whole hand slip between her legs, the realm of subtlety no longer in question as she led her fingers slowly along her slit, her mind riddled with the lusty possibilities of the woman before. Just as she thought the situation couldn't devolve into anything more erotic, the Dornish Dancer's skirt slid slowly over her round and curvaceous hips, her body exposed entirely, besides the thin veil over her mouth. Having removed the pin holding her skirt in place amidst her spin, the perfectly timed revealed, elicited a moan of approval from Margaery's lips, as she slipped her thumb towards her clit, softly circling the nub.

The caramel skin of the Dornish woman was immaculate, leading slowly down from her round breasts, along her taut stomach and down to her delectable pussy, shaven entirely, leaving a smooth bald pussy between her legs. The long slender legs of the woman simply added to her overall appearance and seeing them slowly stride towards her, made Margaery quiver in anticipation. Slowly moving around Margaery's chair, the naked woman watched eagerly as the lady delved between her legs, her finger simply resting against her hole, ready to push forwards and into her own depths. Leaning down to Margaery's ear, she whispered seductively, "I've never danced for a Lady who is so… forward with her pleasures…"

"Would you rather I ignore how your dance shall end? Or simple ready myself for the second act?" Margaery smirked as the dancer slowly straddled Margaery, her long caramel legs knocking Margaery's fingers from between her legs, in favour for the Dornish lady's pert and toned arse resting against her crotch, her pussy pushed firmly into Margaery's stomach. Taking aback, she glanced into the Dancer's eyes seeing a devilish smirk behind the veil as her lips lingered near to Margaery's.

"I'm not here for such indulgences, as tempting as that may be. My employer, shall handle the second act. I'm simply hear to make you…" the Dancer smirked, grinding her hips downwards, pressing every inch of soft flesh into Margaery, her breasts swaying before her face as her arse ground into her northern pussy. A deep erotic groan, drifted from between her lips as she let her eyes roll back in pleasure. Leaning into Margaery's ear, the Dancer whispered, biting her ear ever so softly, "Wet…"

As she enunciated her last word, she pressed her body down on Margaery's body, each grind and gyrate, eliciting a soft groan from the Tyrell as she felt her pussy quiver at the slight pressure. Even without the direct contact, it was erotic, her pussy tingling from pleasure, yet begging for a touch. Parting her legs slightly, Margaery felt the dancer's arse press against her pussy, her cheeks barely grazing her clit, but just enough to make the Tyrell bite her lip. Letting her hands glide around to the woman's bum, Margaery softly pawed and stroked her darker skin, the soft feeling of her flesh enough to make her want a taste, "Do they not teach you not to touch where you come from?"

"I see no one to stop me… least of all you," Margaery smiled as the woman adjusted her position, turning so that her ass faced the Tyrell, her full and rounded cheeks hanging perfectly, a graceful jiggle as Margaery soft touched them, peeling the apart. Backing her ass up, she slowly shook it over Margaery's crotch, her bum teasing and taunting her pussy with its touch as she spread her legs wider, her cheeks spreading with them. Her winking asshole and slit, glistening ever so slightly with arousal between her legs brought Margaery's hands forward, caressing the woman's ass as she turned lifting her leg and placing it on the back of the Tyrell's chair, her pussy presented perfectly for Margaery, spreading as her legs spread.

"Then have your touch…" the woman smirked behind her veil, watching a devilish smile stretch across Margaery's lips as she eyed up the delectable prize before her. Raising her hands to touch the Dancer's pussy, she tutted every so softly before murmuring, "A kiss is a more elegant touch, would you think? Especially from a lady?"

"You are very good. Very good," Margaery smirked, looking back at the Dancer's folds, leaning forwards and softly planting a kiss on the woman's slit, parting her folds with her own lips. As the Dancer made to move away, Margaery's hands latched onto her arse, grabbing her cheeks forcefully, clawing into the soft flesh. Breathing sharply, the Dancer felt Margaery's tongue glance over her clit, her eyes roll shut as a soft moan slipped through her lips.

Holding the Dancer in place, Margaery savoured the delicious taste of the southern woman, her juices ever sweeter than those in Highever and she had sampled a fair few. The Tyrell often sent away to King's Landing for woman of the sultry trade, for the ladies in Highever had grown dull in Margaery's common-place visits. Fresher encounters were always welcome to the redhead and the south held many bountiful fruits. One of which, had her pussy planted firmly on her face.

"Oh my… You are no ordinary lady…" the Dancer smiled, as Margaery pulled her lips away from her pussy, her soft lips now shining, glossy with her juices. Holding firmly onto the Dancer's ass, she planted one last kiss on her folds, before trailing her lips down along her thighs, glistening imprints of her lips leading away from the Dancer's hole. Licking her lips, she savoured the taste, before the Dancer slid slowly down into a sitting position, her arse planted firmly on Margaery's crotch as they gazed into each other's eyes.

"And you no ordinary dancer," Margaery smirked, her hand reaching up to the woman's veil, slowly removing it from her face. She was beautiful beneath the veil, her face soft and rounded, yet holding the hallmarks of beauty. Her lips were plump and full, with deep hazel eyes gazing into Margaery's, her long black hair draped down her back, flowing free from restraint nearing her lower back. Smiling widely, Margaery licked her lips, "Princess Arianne…"

The Princess of Dorne smirked as she realised the trick was up, yet not to her dismay. Rather her pleasure. Slipping onto her feet, she strolled slowly and playfully across to a small table, taking up a large decanter of wine before returning to her guest, sliding her naked body into the chair next to her. Refilling Margaery's glass and pouring herself one, she sat, her legs crossed, juices glistening across her thighs.

"It's an interesting welcome. Most nobles would host a feast for a travelling lady, but you send me… entertainment?" Margaery chuckled, sipping a small mouthful of wine as she admired the Princess next to her, every voluptuous curve of her olive-skinned body, her attention drawn particularly to large rounded, chocolate nipples capping off her sizable breasts.

"Which would you enjoy the most? A wondrous sight to see, beauty regaled across the seven kingdoms, in your lap for your pleasure? Or a feast and the tedious pleasantries of obtuse lords and ladies?" Arianne smiled, noticing Margaery's attention and sliding her arm beneath her breasts, pushing them up and forwards, her cleavage a crevasse that anyone would wish to be lost in.

"A point well made. It was truly remarkable I must say. Ladies of her kind in Highever as so blunt in their ministrations and art. Beautifully blunt, but lacking an elegance only Dornish ladies seem to know," Margaery commented, her eyes yet lingering on the younger lady's sizable chest.

"I am fond of the caramel delights Dorne has to offer, so virulent and passionate. Whereas white chocolate can often take a required taste, to sample just how succulent it may be. A taste I am yet to develop," she smiled, her own eyes drawn to Margaery's chest, smaller, yet displayed almost in its entirety through her low-cut dress, nearly exposing every handful of soft flesh beneath.

"Yet, here I sit. A famed slice of white chocolate amidst your ladies of silky caramel, whom have grown on me incredibly. Your 'tastes' don't align with me being here, do they," Margaery commented, taking another sip of wine, her own arms angling to push her breasts forward. Knowing that they wouldn't compete with the chest sitting beside her, she chose instead to drawn a curt, suggestive smile across her face.

"Well taste is a tricky thing. I must say I have a weakness for a hint of sharp orange with my white chocolate," Arianne murmured softly, reaching across with her hand, her breasts bouncing softly as she brushed a single lock of flaming orange hair from Margaery's eye, biting her lip as she did so.

"For an acclaimed nymphomaniac, you are certainly dancing around the subject," Margaery smirked, as she leant slowly over the arm of her chair, her soft lips drawn thin and curt over a coy smile, watching a faint chuckle rise from the plump bosom of her host, "With your metaphors and subtle words.

"The hunt Is only as fun as the chase. What good is the meat, if not earned through triumph and tribulation," Arianne replied, the soft shadow lingering around her eyes, casting her dark hazel eyes in perfect light as she felt herself drawn to the enamoured and pampered beauty of the lady before her, her hand slowly setting her goblet of wine down to one side. Her own body twisted to lean forward, her lips inches from Margaery's watching the redhead as she neared closer and closer.

"Oh, now I am a piece of meat? Your words are losing their charm," Margaery toyed as she felt the hot breath of the younger Dornish lady on her lips, the glossy shine of red wine on her soft southern lips. This raised a smile from Arianne as she looked into her eyes.

"A rather delightful looking piece of meat. One I should surely relish a taste off," Arianne murmured, her breath becoming ragged as she neared the soft embrace of Margaery's lips, the taste of herself lingering on the woman's lips from her previous excited ministrations.

"Well, how about see about developing your taste for white chocolate," Margaery breathed, leaning forwards sharply and capturing Arianne's lips with her own, her lips battling to envelop one of the soft dark lips. Arianne's breath caught in her chest as she sank into the kiss, her arm sliding across to drape across the Tyrell's back, her body leaning precariously over the arm of the chair. Melting into the passion, Margaery pushed her tongue between her lips, delving into Arianne's mouth, twisting and battling with the southern woman's tongue, each vying for dominance as their hands snaked around each other.

The chairs they sat on proved only a hassle as they slowly rose to their feet, their kiss never breaking as they pulled their bodies against each other, their hips grinding seductively into one another. Resting her hand on Arianne's lower back, Margaery tangled her fingers amidst her flowing locks, feeling hands drift slowly towards her behind, planting themselves firmly on her plumper arse. Parting their kiss, they looked into each other's eyes, Arianne developing a coy and devilish smirk as pulled away from Margaery offering her hand to the lady, "Shall we continue?"

Nodding curtly, Margaery took the Dornish Princess's hand as she was led slowly up the small bout of stairs and towards the lavishly plush bed. Standing at the side of the bed, Margaery waited as Arianne slowly circled her, her eyes examining every piece of sweet northern flesh before her, before sliding her arms around the redhead from behind, pulling the northern lady's arse into her crotch as she whispered into her ear.

"I find you northern ladies, so full and plump in certain areas," Arianne remarked, her hands grasping Margaery's arse firmly through her dress, feeling the handfuls of soft flesh shape to her grasp, her cheeks so delectably plump and full. Sliding her hands along her hips, Arianne slowly began undoing the few clasps that held her dress together, relishing in the thought of seeing her naked, before whispering again, "At least those I have dealt with in the past."

"Have you dealt with many northern ladies in your time?" Margaery asked as she brushed her hair out of the way, feeling her dress loosen considerably, her breasts almost freed of the confines and every inch of her creamy flesh nearly exposed to the darker skinned goddess behind her.

"A few of note…" Arianne chuckled as she undid the last clasp, the dress falling to the ground, exposing her prize. Taking a few steps back, she admired the curves Margaery bore, her hips rounding into a perfect heart-shaped behind, so plump and full of deliciously pale flesh. Her long slender legs, were delightful and her breasts were round, perfect handfuls, capped off with tiny pink nipples, each one erect from her previous arousal. However, the true prize between her legs was what was of note. Her slit, while glisteningly wet, bore a thin strip of fiery red hair leading down to her clit, the desirable quality of her red hair mimicked below. Smirking, she added, "Lady Myrcella particularly enjoyed the dealing I gave to her…"

"I do believe she was promised to your younger brother. Is sharing a big part in your family?" Margaery purred turning to face Arianne, her hands resting on the Princess's hips as they slowly moved towards the bed, clambering amidst the silken curtains, both woman kneeling before each other, hands roaming and exploring every facet and inch of their bodies, savouring the warmth of each graze.

"I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity with the Queen's daughter. And as I hear, you are not particularly averse to familial sharing," Arianne explained as she clasped one of Margaery's breasts in her fingers, her fingers clasping one of her nipples, gently rubbing it back and forth between the two digits, a soft moan coming from Margaery's lips. Smirking, Arianne finished, "I hear it took three of you to consummate your marriage to Renly. I can only imagine the positions you found yourself in…"

"Perhaps… you won't have to imagine," Margaery murmured, leaning In and clasping her lips atop the Dornish delight before her, snaking her arms around to grasp Arianne's arse, her hands clawing at her bum cheeks once again, peeling apart her cheeks, her finger glinting over the woman's tightest hole. Pulling her body against her own, Margaery fell atop her pressing the younger woman into the bed. Straddling Arianne's waist, her pussy grinding against her taut stomach. Pulling her lips apart from Arianne's, she pulled Arianne's arms above the Dornish woman's head, pinning them to the bed as Margaery smiled seductively down at her.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Arianne watched as the northern woman lowered her lips, planting a soft kiss along her collar bone, soft lipstick imprints left wherever her lips gracefully grazed. Trailing her kisses along her collarbone, Margaery's hands left Arianne's arms and grasped her soft, plump breasts, her thumbs circling gentle around her dark nipples. Rubbing them softly, the erect peaks rising beneath her fingers as she continued line of kisses between Arianne's deep cleavage.

Soft inaudible moans drifted from Arianne's lips as Margaery wrapped her lips softly around the sweet chocolaty nipple, her tongue circling the dark nub. Flicking back and forth, she coated the large dark circle with saliva, toying and playing with the sensitive nub, her hand continuing to massage and tweak the other nipple. Toying the nipple, biting softly on nub, rolling it between her teeth. Applying soft pressure, she squeezed her nipple harder, hearing Arianne breathe sharply, her breath dissipating into a soft moan.

Lifting her lips from the woman's nipple, she admired her handiwork, the saliva slick nipple glistening in the soft light of the Dornish evening. Dancing her tongue teasingly across her other nipple, she gave it a quick coating, the sight of two shimmer nipples lighting a fire between Margaery's legs as she planted another kiss above Arianne's belly button. Continuing her trail down towards Arianne's body, she arrived at the beautifully shaven slit. Kneeling between her legs, Margaery slid her hands along Arianne's thighs, pushing her legs wider, spreading her pussy for the redhead woman, "Look delicious… Dornish ladies are ever so appealing…"

"Well dig in… I can only long to have a taste of the north," Arianne murmured, as she reclined into the soft covers of the bed, her body relaxing as she waited for Margaery's lips to return to her pussy as she had done so briefly during her erotic dance. She longed for the woman to return her tongue to her slit so that she may feel the pleasures of an experienced woman between her legs.

Planting two firm kisses on the woman's thighs, Margaery planted a final kiss on her slit, the very grazing touch of her lips enough to send shivers through Arianne's body. Tracing along her folds, Margaery explored every hidden fold of delicious flesh with her tongue, savouring the juices that shimmered along her slit. Using her hands to spread her lips wider, Margaery teased the woman's hole, the very tip of her tongue dipping in and out of her succulent entrance. Begging for the older woman to delve deeper, Arianne subtly thrust her hips forwards in an attempt to push her tongue deeper, but only served to slide the muscle along her slit, dancing across her sensitive clitoris, the first of many deep, throaty moans filling the room.

Smirking coyly, Margaery focussed her tongue on the girl's clit, dancing and teasing the sensitive nub as she would want someone to tease hers. Flicking and curling her tongue around the most sensitive portion of flesh, Margaery felt her chin press into Arianne's pussy, her juices rolling down her jaw as she continued to stimulate the younger princess. Eating the girl's delectable cunt, Margaery relished each moan emanating from the head of the bed as she felt Arianne's legs slip free of her positon, wrapping slowly around her head, her feet cruising down her back as she pulled Margaery deeper into her pussy.

With her hands, free, Margaery slid one between Arianne's legs, pressing a finger against the Princess's pussy, now gushing in response to her tongue continued attention to her clitoris. Slowly easing the finger deep into her hole, she remarked at the ease with which it was accepted. The hallmark of any promiscuous lady. Stifling a chuckle with the caramel folds her face was buried in, Margaery applied a little pressure, a second finger dipping into the Dornish woman's pussy, sliding with ease alongside her previous digits. The combination of fingers and tongue pushed her into overdrive as Arianne began swaying her hips as if she were grinding her arse against the bed, her pussy being ground against Margaery's face, much to her delight.

Her eyes were clamped shut as Arianne filled the room with the sound of her pleasured moans, her hands sprawled to one side as her pussy quivered and shook with pleasure. Her hair fanned out beneath her as she moved her hips, grinding against Margaery as she pleasured her. Lifting her hands to her breasts, Arianne smeared the saliva that her nipples were coated in across her hand, using it to tweak her nipples, teasing and taunting them, adding the waves of pleasure her body was feeling.

Feeling Arianne's pussy riding towards her release, Margaery pushed a little further. Drawing her other hand between Arianne's legs, she smeared her finger in the juices along her slit. Making sure her fingers were coated in an even layer of lubrication, Margaery slid her finger around to Arianne's arse, her hole just accessible. Pressing her finger against the woman's arsehole, she slowly pushed forwards, expecting the Princess's hole to accept the finger easily, but to her surprise it seemed untouched.

Arianne's eyes flew wide open as she felt the pressure building at her ass, her moans catching in her breath as she prepared herself. The heat of the moment caught up with her as she forgot that Margaery was pushing into unfamiliar territory. Despite having explored herself many times with many different partners, her ass was always of limits, for fear of the pain a man may inflict by callous and rougher play. But in the sensual moment and hands of Margaery, she melted away, the prospects of pleasure building in her mind as she felt her tight little hole open.

Gasping loudly, Arianne felt the tip of her slippery finger push slowly inside her hole. Continuing to vigorously attack Arianne's pussy, Margaery made sure her body was filled with pleasure so as to make her ass more accommodating. Her tactic worked out as the initial gasp, ebbed into a soft moan as Margaery slid her finger deeper and deeper, the knuckle pressing against her constricted hole, the entire digit lodged in her arse and the wealth of pleasure it offered flooding Arianne's body.

The attack on her sense was too much as she felt her body convulse, her hips out of her control as she rode her orgasm out atop Margaery's face. Seeing her through to the end, Margaery diligently fingered the Princess, her tongue continuously pleasuring her delicious clit as her pussy spasmed and convulsed, trapping her fingers inside. Squeals of unadulterated pleasure filled the room, drifting into fevered pants as Arianne's body ground to a halt, the only movement, a slow and steady rise from her breasts as she breathed deeply.

"That was divine…" Arianne breathed, propping herself up as Margaery lay on her side, tracing her fingers along the slick caramel thighs of her woman, a devilish smile etched onto her face as Arianne tried to recover.

"Well it is customary that the visitor presents the host with a gift. However unorthodox it may be." Margaery smirked coyly as she let her finger trace along Arianne's slit, collecting her juices on her finger, coating it in a shimmer. Wrapping her lips around the digit, she tastes the princess, savouring the sweet taste of her pussy.

"And in turn, the host offers their hospitality. And I have just the piece of hospitality for you," Arianne smiled, perking up, her breathlessness nature ebbing away into enthusiasm as she rolled of the bed. Falling onto her back, Margaery crawled slowly back up the bed, watching Arianne stroll across the room, approaching a large wooden chest in the corner. Throwing open the lid, Arianne fumbled around in the contents, moving pieces of silk clothes and sashes to reveal her greatest pleasure.

The object was long and phallic in shape, a pale imitation of a thick throbbing piece of manhood. It was made of polished wood tapered to a round tip. A thin piece of smooth red leather was drawn over the entire length fastened around the base of the dildo with a thigh metal ring. The leather was pulled tightly, smoothly wrapping the entire length in a shiny red cover. It was around ten inches long, with a thickness at its widest point of three inches. The Princess had commissioned the toy from a Dornish craftsman specialising in apparatus of a more seductive nature. Arianne had intentions of procuring more elaborate contraptions from the craftsman and perhaps ones on a larger scale. Longer, wider and even more pleasurable.

Turning to face Margaery, she wove the sizable toy in the woman's direction, watching a smile grow on her face as she saw the toy. She owned many such devices back home, tools to practice upon for her coming engagement at the behest of her ladies in waiting. They were creative so to speak, but rarely mounted to the real thing, even though she had had fleeting encounters with real cocks and never went any real distance, her preference laying the curvaceous bodies of her own gender. Smiling, Margaery said, as Arianne returned to the bed, slowly strolling around the bed, "How generous of you. But may I remind you that I am promised to the king and must remain unspoilt…"

"I was under the impression your marriage with Renly had been consummated before his demise," Arianne smirked, knowing full well the things that must have happened on their wedding night, regardless of Loras' willing assistance in the matter. Clambering back onto the bed, she ran her hands along Margaery's hips, rolling her onto her back. Dutifully rising onto all fours, Margaery presented her delectable arse, so soft and plump, to Arianne.

"There were… distractions," she replied, resting her head in the crook of her arm as she pushed her as further into the air, feeling Arianne's hands grab her ass cheeks, peeling the sizable cheeks apart to reveal her glisteningly wet pussy and tight winking asshole, slightly agape from her notable experience in that region. She had to remain unspoilt in one department, but another was so perfectly on offer and she exercised her arse dutifully. It being the main receptacle for her plethora of toys back home.

"Such a shame you were second fiddle to your brother. Renly was a fool to ignore such delights before him," Arianne commented, admiring the curves of the woman, her round hips rolling perfectly into the large handfuls of flesh that was her arse. Reaching up to Margaery's hair, she plucked the hairpins from her neat and elegant braid, her long flowing red hair cascading over her shoulders, the last hint of nobility in her appearance disappearing, replaced by the sight of common whore bent over.

"Either way, you may have to resort to creative means of finding a place for that 'hospitality' of yours," she replied suggestively, flexing her hole, winking at Arianne, teasing her with the idea of entrance. Margaery's pussy was quivering, set alight by her delving into Arianne's cunt, her face still coated in her juices. She wanted nothing more than to feel her tight hole accepting a thick piece of cock.

"In that case… perhaps a little preparation is in order…" Arianne murmured, drawing Margaery's attention as she pressed her soft Dornish lips against the tip of the cock, slowly parting them and allowing an inch of the leather dildo to slip into her warm wet mouth. Cooing loudly at the erotic sight of her lips being widened, stretched, Margaery let a hand drift between her legs, running along her slit as she watched Arianne take more and more of the dildo into her mouth. Two more inches disappeared, a dribble of saliva running down the shaft, quickly massaged into the dildo by her hand, coating it to a lubed shine, ready for Margaery's hole.

Hitting the back of her throat, Arianne swallowed deeply, taking the dildo into her throat, her body rejecting it slightly as she forced a gag into submission. Continuing to push on, she let six of the ten inches slide inside her mouth, before she began to gag, struggling to take any more as he body rejected the shaft. She may have been a deviant when it came to sexual endeavours, but her age and certain inexperience let her down when tackling more skilful endeavours. The art of deepthroating was one she yet to learn, not for a lack of trying.

Pulling the dildo out from between her lips, she smiled, her lips covered in a thin shine of saliva. Smirking, Margaery patted her lips softly, gesturing for Arianne press the toy against them, allowing the older woman to show the Princess how it was done. Rubbing the tip of the toy against Margaery's lips, Arianne watched the woman's lips mould to the cock, pressing into the toy deliciously. The Princess could only wonder the pleasures the redhead could give man's cock, making the young girl long to have her own piece of meat between her legs, if only to sample the delights the older woman could provide.

Pushing the toy forwards into Margaery's mouth, Arianne was hesitant to push too hard, but the look in Margaery's eyes begged her to. Sliding the dildo with ease into her mouth, inch after inch managed to slide into the woman's throat until her lips were wrapped firmly around the base of the dildo, the bulging cock visible through her throat as it stretched to accommodate it. Moaning loudly, Arianne smiled, "The men must really love you…"

Pulling the toy out of Margaery's throat, Arianne admired each and every inch, saliva spread equally across the entire length. As the tip of the cock slipped past her lips, she puckered them seductively, softly kissing the sizable tip before lowering her head into the bed sheets, pushing her arse further into the air, an ever so subtle hint as to what she craved. Smirking, Arianne held the toy in her hand before crawling around to Margaery's rear. Desperate to have her hole plundered, Margaery rested on her shoulders, reaching both her hands around behind her, grasping each of her cheeks and prying them apart. Her hole was spread ever so slightly, gaping, ready for the toy.

Leaning over Margaery's bum, Arianne dribbled a small amount of saliva onto the woman's tightest hole before using the dildo to smear it across her puckered arse, massaging it into her, lubricating her sufficiently. Gently prodding her constricted hole, Arianne quickly found access, the tip lodging itself into her asshole, ready to drive deeper into the woman's body.

Biting her lip, Arianne watched the older woman's arse slowly enveloping the first inch of the dildo, eliciting a deep throaty moan from Margaery's lips as she felt herself slowly opening. The larger size of the toy was beyond anything she had ever experienced and even the first inch was pushing her into realms of pleasure that she hadn't felt before. Swallowing her bottom lip, Margaery let her cheeks fall back into place, wrapping around the dildo, her crack glistening with saliva as she readied herself.

The sight of Margaery's arse bouncing back into place enthralled Arianne as she felt her own hand drift back between her legs, massaging her own slick slit, still wet from Margaery's attention. Easing the dildo into her arse, she was stunned at how easily it was accepted, her arse almost swallowing each inch on its own. As the five inches sank into her hole, Arianne saw Margaery clawing at the bed sheets, trying her best to stifle her moans, hesitant to make a sound as she felt he pleasure building up between her legs.

Desperate to make the older woman moan in pure ecstasy, Arianne lowered her lips to her ass cheeks, planting soft succulent kisses on each of her plump mounds of flesh, her free hand covered in her own juices massaging each cheek, spreading the glossy shine across her flesh. Slowly sawing the first half of the dildo in and out of her arse, hesitant to give the woman more until she moaned, earning her pleasure, Arianne planted kisses along her arse crack, her tongue landing close to the woman's hole, the tight constricted ring flexing as the toy was drawn back and forth inside her. Tracing her tongue around the toy, teasing her hole, Arianne felt her body tense up, a moan on the tip of lips. Intent on making her moan, Arianne wriggled her tongue alongside the dildo. The additional intrusion sent ripples of pleasure through Margaery's body, a low and pleasured moan ebbing through her lips, much to Arianne's amusement. Amidst the flurry of moans, the older woman breathed, "Give me more… fuck me… please…"

"As my lady commands…" Arianne smirked, retracting her tongue and slowly pushing the sixth inch into her arse. Instead of hold back, Arianne kept a strong motion, forcing the toy in with a degree of power. Margaery's mouth fell open in shock as she felt her arse fill abruptly, inch after inch sliding past her hole until the entire ten inches filled her rear, the wealth of pleasure building in Margaery's loins almost too much to bear as she adjusted to the size of the toy lodged in her arse. Her largest toy was only six inches and having practiced greatly with that, she had adjusted to accepting that size. Another four inches was pushing her to the limits.

Before she had time to adjust, Margaery felt her hole slowly empty as Arianne drew the toy backwards before swiftly pushing it back in, gently rearranging Margaery's insides. Groaning loudly, Margaery succumbed to the pleasures racking her body, Arianne's hands massaging and pawing at her arse cheeks, playfully slapping them as she diligently drove the fake cock In and out of her arse. Breathing through the pleasured moans, Margaery begged, "Harder… fuck me harder…"

Feeling her own pussy quiver as she heard those words, Arianne smirked. Kneeling behind Margaery, Arianne drew her toy almost all the way out, before using her thigh to drive the cock deep into her arse. By using her own thigh, she managed to drive it deeper and harder into Margaery's arse, her moans becoming louder and louder. Slamming her hips forward, she used her own body to make the older woman's arse cheeks shake and ripple, her powerful thrust stretching her arse. Margaery was shaking and convulsing, arching her back deeper and deeper as her orgasm built up within her.

Wanting Margaery to cum hard, Arianne dipped her hand between Margaery's thighs, rubbing her pussy vigorously while continuing to slam her thigh into Margaery's bum. The added attention to her pussy sent Margaery over the edge, the room filled with Arianne's feminine grunts and Margaery's squeals of pleasure. Her pussy began convulsing in pleasure, spasming as her orgasm shock through her. Her arse tightened around the toy, making Arianne's thrust grown to a halt as she rode her orgasm done.

As her orgasm subsided, Margaery flopped onto her stomach as Arianne withdrew the toy and tossed to the foot of the bed. Laying alongside her lover, both their bodies glistening with sweat, their thighs slick and bodies tingling with pleasures. Wrapping her arms around Margaery, she pulled her close, a smile on Arianne's face as she smiled, "I would presume you shan't be wanting use your chambers whilst you are here? Not when I would be sleeping in here, so desperately alone?"

"Perhaps if we desire a change of scenery for our endeavours," Margaery suggested having seen her chambers, imaging the possible perversion they could have in the lavish room she was provided.

"Oh, I can think of more exciting scenery than yet another bedroom. The dining room… The Water Gardens… The chair upon which father sits during meetings…" Arianne suggesting, thinking about the multitude of naughty places they could find themselves naked in.

"You are delightfully naughty. But with the night so young, I don't think we will tire of our surrounds just yet," Margaery purred, her legs quivering feeling her pussy beginning to tingle in anticipation for more sex, "And if so… the balcony seems like a good a place as any to start…"

"Oh, a month with you will be far from boring…" laughed loudly, burying her lips in Margaery's neck before rolling atop the older woman, their bodies writhing together as the room grew hotter and hotter, their moans and groans echoing through the Palace long into the night and into the morning.

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed this. It was a little longer than I planned and writing it felt different. I'm really quite proud of how it turned out and would really appreciate some feedback on it. Literally anything you must say would be appreciated in any detail.

I have no plans for the next chapter so suggestions and ideas are incredibly welcome. If it's interesting enough I may consider it. New chapter will be up next week when I decide on the premise and get around to writing. Hope you all enjoyed it and till next time!