Margaery breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "If my Lady so commands me," she whispered with a quirk of her lips before her hand pushed at the fabric between Daenerys' thighs again and began rubbing, harder this time.
Her mouth moved to those lips, so soft and inviting, and while the thought occured to her that no, she should not be doing this and perhaps not here, that thought was pushed aside in favor of tasting Daenerys again. Already jealous of the "other" she'd spoken of, hoping to bring a little of the blush to her cheeks somehow.
Margaery's hands worked on the gown, pulling it up Daenery's legs until bare skin was showing, and then she pressed her hand back inside to play, tease, and explore.
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Her mouth moved to those lips, so soft and inviting, and while the thought occured to her that no, she should not be doing this and perhaps not here, that thought was pushed aside in favor of tasting Daenerys again. Already jealous of the "other" she'd spoken of, hoping to bring a little of the blush to her cheeks somehow.
Margaery's hands worked on the gown, pulling it up Daenery's legs until bare skin was showing, and then she pressed her hand back inside to play, tease, and explore.