The sound of fervent moans filled the king's chambers. If one had pressed an ear to his door, it would not have been to hard to make out the slapping sounds that echoed around the chamber.
Inside of the room, candlelight flickered across the walls, covering the walls with a golden glow and some especially perverse shadows. But the candles far from the most interesting thing in that room. Lying on the bedspread, covered in sweat and panting, the queen, Margaery Tyrell, laid with her arms and legs spread wide, bare as the day she was born.
Her husband wore just as much as she did, as he laid over her. His stiff manhood moved in and out of his young wife, breathing heavily. With a grunt, he thrust himself deep inside of her, and came.
Margaery's eyes widened as she felt the king's seed shoot deep into her, and a moan escaped her lips. As horrible Joffrey could be at times, she could not deny that he satisfied her in ways Renly never even attempted. In that regard, she could hardly complain to be married to the boy.
Joffrey removed his cock from her cunt, and rolled on his side next to the beautiful Tyrell. He raised one hand to her breast, and began to toy with her nipple. "It's been a week since our marriage, my queen."
"Yes, love." The beautiful brunette replied, as her hand moved to his softening staff. Joffrey's breathing intensified as she began to pleasure him while they talked.
The king cleared his throat. "Have you begun carrying my child yet?"
Margaery giggled at him. "Well it's not a decision for me to make, Joff. If the gods are kind, I'll be pregnant soon." She flashed her teeth in a brilliant and naughty smile. "If not, then we'll just have to keep trying."
Joffrey's eyes filled with lust, as he pulled Margaery over his body to straddle him. His cock, hard as stone, sank into her wetness, and both moaned. As she began to ride him, a question formed in the small part of the king's mind that wasn't occupied by the beautiful woman on top of him. "Margaery, had you been with any other man before our wedding night?"
A flicker of fear flashed in Margaery's eyes, and she stopped her rhythmic bobbing on his length, unsure of where this thread of conversation would lead. Joffrey realized, and remedied this as best he could. For all his cruelties, and there were many, one of the few things he cared about was Margaery. He would not let his own wife become too scared of him to let him between her legs.
"You can speak candidly, my love. Whatever you say here will not leave this room."
Margaery assessed the situation, and then began to ride him very slowly. He threw his head back into a pillow, unable to stand the agonizingly slow pleasure. Her voice was song-like, as she did her best to keep him happy. "Well, my love, there was your uncle, the traitor, but he preferred other types of people in his bed, and never even attempted to put a child in me."
His eyes were shut tight in ecstasy as she continued to ride his cock. Margaery continued. "But there was one other peasant boy. He never took me between my legs, but he did please me in other ways, and I pleased him as well."
Joffrey nodded, and moaned. Her voice was like music to his ears. It was her turn to ask him a question. "Had you been with any girls before me, your Grace?"
He nodded. "My first was a serving girl, back when my father was still alive. She was a year my elder, but that didn't stop me from taking her. The next was a whore my uncle sent me. She was as loose as could be, but she could do wonders with her mouth."
Margaery let out a moan, half real and half exaggerated. She could feel herself drawing to a climax, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer after she did. "I'm very close, my king. Where would you like to finish?"
"Inside of you, my love," he grunted, as he felt her tightness contract around him. It took all he had to not cum just from the sight of her. Her hair was disheveled, her small breasts bouncing up and down, and her eyes closed with her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure
Joffrey looked up at her, and she could see lust filling his eyes. "Did whatever that peasant boy did to you feel as good as what I've done to you, Margaery?"
Margaery giggled, and leaned down to kiss him, still working her hips to move his cock in and out of her. "Oh, no, your Grace. You and he don't feel the same at all." She leaned down and whispered in his ear in her most sultry tone. "He couldn't compare to what you do to my body."
As she expected, her words had the intended effect, and he climaxed inside of her yet again.
Margaery rolled off of him, and laid beside him on her back. A small drop of cum leaked out of her cunt, and dropped onto the bed. The king and queen smiled at each other, before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.
A/U- If anyone has a suggestion for characters you'd like to see implemented, I'd love to hear them. I'd like to try to incorporate as many requests as I can.