Robert crashed down on her lips with the hunger of a starved beast, claiming her mouth like it was his right. No, his need. He kissed like he ruled, with weight, with heat, with purpose. And she responded with equal need, surrendering to the raw, smothering greed of her king.
Margaery melted into the kiss, gasping softly at his lips, her slender frame trembling against his broad chest.
His large, calloused hands moved with practiced ease, untying the soft belt around her waist. The knot came undone like it had waited for this moment. With a low growl of approval, he slid the gown off her creamy shoulders, letting the regal fabric slither down her form and pool around her ankles like a silken puddle.
For a breathless moment, Robert paused the kiss and stared. His eyes drank her in greedily. She was a goddess sculpted from flesh; an hourglass frame with ripened hips, a gentle softness where a babe had grown, and curves too dangerous for any man but him. Her beauty hadn't diminished with motherhood; it had evolved.
She looked like nobility-made flesh. Ripe, nurturing, and sinfully fuckable.
He reached down and peeled away the last layer of modesty. Her smallclothes slipped down her thighs to reveal what he already hungered for. Her breasts were swollen with milk, subtle veins tracing their supple fullness. Her hips had bloomed, thighs thicker and plush. Between them, her pussy glistened bald and wet, lips parting like a flower in bloom. Slick, needy, and salivating for him.
"Then let me spar with this weapon," Robert muttered, eyes glinting as he cupped her dripping cunt with one large hand. Feeling her warmth on his palm.
With a grunt of urgency, Robert also stripped himself bare, his tunic and breeches tossed aside with no ceremony. His cock sprang free, thick and proud, veins pulsing up the rigid shaft. It was a weapon of war. Long, broad, flushed deep red, already glistening at the tip with anticipation. Not monstrous, but heavy enough to bruise a lesser woman's pride.
Without hesitation, he moved and hoisted her up into his arms, lifting her with the ease of a man built for battle. His arms slid beneath her knees and around her back, holding her high and tight against his chest, as he stood tall to his full height. Her calves rested over his upper arms, her weight nothing to him, like she belonged nowhere else but there, cradled in his strength.
Margaery giggled, aroused by the way he handled her. His assertiveness was addictive, his confidence intoxicating. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hips twitching in the air as she kissed him feverishly, whispering, "My love… so strong… Gods, yes…"
Her breasts pressed into his upper chest, warm and heavy, smearing him with the heat of her body. They jiggled softly with every breath, forming a lush valley of skin that glistened from the firelight.
Robert groaned as he adjusted his grip, tilting her pelvis downward and aligning her soaked cunt with his pulsing cock. With a single roll of his hips, he pressed into her, the crown of his cock parting her tight cunt, smearing her slick along the way.
"Aaaaaah… yesss…" Margaery cried, her head thrown back, curls bouncing as she felt him stretch her inch by slow, punishing inch. Her pussy clung to him like it remembered every past thrust and craved every future one.
"My love," she whimpered, her fingers clutching his thick shoulders. "You feel… so good. Gods…"
"Gaaaah… You're… lethal, Margaery," Robert growled, feeling the tight squeeze of her velvet walls. Her body gripped him like her cunt had its own mind, pulling, massaging, trying to trap him inside.
"Only—eeh… only for you, my love!" she gasped, hips twitching in the air as his cock fully sheathed into her.
Inside her, Robert felt not just pleasure, but pride. That soaked, perfect pussy had birthed him a son. And it would birth him more, daughters, sons, maybe a dozen. Her womb, her softness, her surrender; it was his reward, his kingdom, his queen. And as her heat enveloped him, he vowed to protect her, fuck her, and cherish her.
Finally, Robert buried more than half of his thick shaft into her before he couldn't hold back any longer.
With a growl, he started fucking her, truly fucking her, maneuvering her like a stringless puppet in his arms. Her light frame bounced in the air, his grip firm beneath her knees and back. He slammed her pussy down onto his cock with each upward thrust, grinding and sheathing himself into her tight, sopping sheath. Her slick heat swallowed him with a loud, squelching slap every time their bodies collided.
"Ahh… Ah…!"
Margaery was utterly stretched, her thighs quivering in the air, caught mid-air with her knees high and wide. She gasped and moaned, helpless in his grasp, her cunt stretched to the edge, filled so deep it throbbed with every brutal thrust. But she was the queen, his queen, and this felt just right. His cock, the way he held her, it felt… hers.
Her climax ripped out of her like a dam breaking, wet, messy, uncontrollable.
"Aaaaaah!!" she shrieked, her whole body convulsing as her pussy sprayed, clear fluid splashing out of her and painting Robert's lower belly, thighs, and the velvet carpet beneath them. Her hot squirt defiled the cold, noble floor. Her cunt twitched violently around him, sucking him in as she writhed.
"Fuuuuc—" Robert groaned, teeth gritted, face buried in her neck.
Her tight cunt clamped down and milked him. With a growl, he shoved her down one last time, balls slapping against her ass, and spilled his seed deep into her fertile depths. His cock pulsed, thick globs of his baby batter flooding her womb as he kissed her sloppily, tongue pushing into her hot mouth like he claimed everything.
"Give me more… more sons… more daughters…" he growled into her mouth as he kissed her.
"As many-eeh… as you… wish… my love… oooooh!" she cried, clinging to him, still twitching from aftershocks. Her body trembled with satisfaction, legs shivering, her cunt still fluttering around his softening cock.
Still inside her, Robert stepped toward the bed, cock twitching in her flooded pussy with every step, and dropped her gently onto the mattress. Then he also joined beside her, resting.
She lay there, breathless, her body a sticky mess. Her legs spread wide and twitching from the soreness; her pussy leaking from fullness.
But Margaery wasn't done.
Not yet. Like a dutiful wife in heat, she crawled across the sheets toward him as he lay back, beside his waist. She cupped his half-soft cock, kissed the head with reverence, and licked up the mixture of her own squirt and his thick cum still oozing down his shaft.
"Mmmm…" she moaned, sucking him into her mouth with worship. She popped his cock between her lips again and again, even when it was flaccid, rolling her tongue around the crown, licking his balls, stroking his shaft until it twitched back to life.
"Let's… do it again… To ensure you can handle this weapon… shall we?" she purred.
Margaery mounted him with grace, trying to slide down on his rising cock. She looked divine; hair tousled, cheeks flushed, body glowing with lust and sweat. Her eyes locked onto his, and slowly, she lowered herself.
Her pussy spread around his girthy cock, folds parting wide to take him in. He watched every second of it, the obscene stretch of her delicate lower lips swallowing his thickness, making his cock jerk harder inside her.
Inch by inch, she took him in, until she sat flush against his base. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squeezing, swallowing, quivering. She froze.
"I… I can't… mo-ooohve…" she gasped, her whole body trembling, her hands clutching on his chest.
"Hah… then let me," Robert chuckled, watching her hips twitch helplessly as her swells jiggled like pudding with every breath.
In one fluid motion, he rolled them over, cock still buried deep inside her. Now atop her, his weight pressed her into the mattress, her legs spread wide beneath him, slick and aching. He kissed her hard as he began to move again, slow and forceful, each thrust driving his cock deeper into her soaking, needy cunt.
As he leaned down to kiss, her breasts mashed against his chest, soft and heavy, and he felt something wet and warm between them. He sat back and stared, and the dark desire took him. Growling, he cupped both tits in his rough, big palms, thumbs teasing the tips together before he latched onto them alternately with his greedy mouth and suckled hungrily.
"Aaaaah! My king!" Margaery moaned, arching into his mouth. Her fingers curled into his hair, gently holding his head in place. His actions aroused her, telling her how much her body aroused him.
Her milk spilled into his mouth, thick and sweet, coating his tongue. She gasped and tried to wrap her legs around his waist, to lock him in tighter. But all she managed was to squeeze his hips with her soft, plush thighs, her pussy spasming around his cock as he drank from her tits.
With milk still on his tongue, Robert leaned back down flat on her and kissed her again, feeding her her own nectar. The kiss was messy, musky, sweet, and filthy. Their mouths slid wetly over each other's, exchanging the taste of her nurturing body.
The bed groaned beneath their weight as he kept fucking her, deep and slow, his hips grinding her into the mattress. They both knew what they were doing. They both knew there would be no pulling out or moon tea. He wanted more children and she wanted to give them to him.
His body pressed over hers, sweat mixing, breaths heavy, his cock plunging into her over and over. Each thrust was brutal, making her gasp and stutter. Her cervix kissed his cockhead with every lunge, literally knocking on the gates of her womb. And she welcomed it with cries of love.
"Yes… yes… Give me another… fill me up again, my King," she moaned, her voice high and desperate, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She was so loved, so fucked, so full. This was her crown; his cock inside her, his seed planted deep. Their gift. Their legacy. The true meaning of being the queen.
At last, her voice trembled in his ear, her body locked in full-body spasms.
"I… Aaaah… Your Grace… I love you!" she cried, her voice breaking as she climaxed around him again. Her cunt clenched hard, suckling him like a greedy mouth, flooding him with her nectar, smothering his cock in a hot, syrupy gush of ecstasy.
Robert no longer fought the meaning of her words. With a deep, carnal growl, he welcomed her love the only way he knew. With punishing thrusts, his hips slapped against hers, wet and animalistic.
Each squelching drive of his cock stirred the mess between them, coating him in her froth. He kissed her again, tongues colliding, their breath loud and desperate.
Her orgasm had just started to settle when his own erupted inside her.
"Gods…!" Robert groaned, buried to the hilt, his heavy balls clenched as he poured his thick, fertile seed into her womb.
"Ahhh—" She gasped sharply; eyes wide, legs quivering.
Margaery could feel it inside her. A hot rush, thick and unstoppable, pumping in hard bursts up into her deepest chamber. The heat spread like molten wax, sticking to her insides, sloshing and squelching as her pussy tried to contain it. It filled her so much that she felt her womb stir, accept it, and crave more.
The way it moved inside her, warm, sticky, virile, made her grip his shoulders even tighter. "Aah… Gods… it's so hot… I feel you… I feel all of you inside me…"
Panting, Robert stayed on top of her, gathering his thoughts and breath. He didn't regret this one bit. Truly, he cherished this moment, and it felt as if he felt it for the first time in a long, long time.
Their kisses stayed messy, deep, and endless, even as his cock slowly softened. Eventually, gravity and the frothy mess between them won. His cock slipped free with a wet plop, coated in their fluids, flaccid and twitching. A flood of white followed, spilling out of her gaping pussy in thick, glossy trickles, staining the sheets in a lewd, glistening puddle of sex and satisfaction.
Robert collapsed beside her, chest heaving.
Margaery, still radiant and flushed with satisfaction, wrapped her arms around his broad torso. She pressed her lips to his cheek, planting soft kisses along his short, sweat-damp beard, then began tracing lazy circles over his chest with her fingers.
"Sa-satisfied… Your Grace?" she whispered, her voice giddy with delight, still glowing.
Robert didn't answer right away. He stared at the ceiling, the rise and fall of his breath finally calming. A new life. A new woman. A true wife. His thoughts swirled, and then he felt it. The gentle, warm wetness on his side again. Her tits were leaking once more, creamy droplets trailing down onto his skin.
His cock twitched.
He smirked to himself, quietly accepting what his body had already decided. He could already see this being their nightly ritual every night for a very long time.
"Aye, my Queen, but forgive me. Tonight's going be a long one for you, I'm afraid."
Margaery giggled, giving him all of her as she'd promised. "With you… sleepless nights are blessings, not a bane, my love."
Such a beautiful mouth.
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