"Oh gods."

And the whispered "please" was all that was needed t send Margaery over the edge, her fingers tightening into the silvery strands of hair as Daenerys worked magic with her tongue somehow. Margaery tried not to hurt Daenerys but her hips lifted up, trying to get closer to the sweet wetness, the softness/hardness against her center, and she cried out Daenerys' name as her legs shook. Her mind went blank as she tried to come back to her body and her being but she doubted it worked.

She was lost to this beautiful woman, and glad of it.