The afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the Red Keep as Margaery Tyrell made her way through the corridors, her silk dress rustling against the stone floors. She had heard whispers about the Northern beauty, Sansa Stark, but nothing prepared her for their first encounter in the gardens. Sansa stood beneath a flowering arbor, her auburn hair catching the sunlight like molten copper. The sight stopped Margaery in her tracks. The girl's porcelain skin and high cheekbones spoke of the North, but there was something ethereal about her beauty that transcended any regional distinction.
"Lady Sansa," Margaery called out, her voice honey-sweet. "I've been longing to meet you."
Sansa turned, her blue eyes widening. "Lady Margaery," she curtsied, a slight blush colouring her cheeks. "The pleasure is mine." Throughout their conversation, Margaery found herself distracted by the way Sansa's hair cascaded down her back, the way her lips formed each word. The girl was still naive, untouched by the corruption of King's Landing, and something stirred within Margaery - a desire to protect her, yes, but also to possess her. Later that evening, Margaery learned from her handmaiden that Sansa frequented the private baths at twilight. The thought consumed her until she could think of nothing else.
The bathhouse was thick with steam when Margaery entered, her footsteps echoing off the marble walls. Through the mist, she saw her - Sansa was submerged to her shoulders in the hot water, her auburn hair darkened to burgundy by the moisture, clinging to her neck.
"Oh!" Sansa startled, instinctively sinking deeper into the water. "Lady Margaery, I didn't expect..."
"Please, don't let me disturb you," Margaery smiled, slowly untying her robe. "The baths are so much more pleasant with company, don't you think?" The heavy wooden door creaked shut behind Margaery, the sound echoing off the marble walls. Sansa's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the older girl's delicate fingers work at the silk ties of her robe.
"I... I should perhaps leave you to your privacy," Sansa stammered, but made no move to exit the bath.
"Nonsense, sweetling," Margaery purred, her eyes never leaving Sansa's as she slowly unwound the fabric. "There's no need for such modesty between ladies." The robe slipped from Margaery's shoulders like water, pooling at her feet. Sansa knew she should avert her eyes - it was what a proper lady would do - but she found herself transfixed. Margaery's body was a masterpiece that would make the finest sculptors weep. Her breasts were perfect, high and firm, topped with rosy, puffy peaks that hardened in the cool air. Her waist curved inward dramatically before flaring out to rounded hips that swayed ever so slightly as she moved.
"You're staring, little dove," Margaery teased, making no move to cover herself.
"I... forgive me, my lady. I didn't mean to..." Sansa blushed furiously.
"Don't apologize. I enjoy your gaze upon me." Margaery stepped gracefully into the bath, the water lapping at her thighs. A neat triangle of dark curls between her legs disappeared beneath the surface as she sank lower.
"You're beautiful," Sansa whispered, then immediately covered her mouth, mortified at her boldness.
Margaery glided through the water toward her, moving with the fluid grace of a water dancer. "As are you, sweet Sansa. More beautiful than any maiden in the Seven Kingdoms."
"My lady..." Sansa's protest was cut short as Margaery's hand cupped her cheek.
"I told you - call me Margaery." Her thumb traced Sansa's lower lip. "And I speak only truth. From the moment I saw you in the garden, I haven't been able to think of anything else."
The steam swirled around them as Margaery drew closer still, her breasts brushing against Sansa's arm beneath the water. Sansa gasped at the contact, her skin tingling where they touched. Warm water rippled around them as Margaery's fingers threaded through Sansa's wet auburn hair, marvelling at how it shimmered like liquid copper even in the dim light of the bathhouse.
"By the Seven," Margaery breathed, twirling a strand around her finger. "Even soaked, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Like flames dancing in my hand."
Sansa trembled at the intimate touch. "My lady... Margaery... I..."
"Shhh," Margaery soothed, sliding even closer. Her breasts pressed fully against Sansa's arm now, her hardened nipples dragging across the younger girl's soft skin. "Just feel, sweet girl." Margaery's other hand found Sansa's waist beneath the water, fingers splaying across her ribcage. She could feel Sansa's rapid heartbeat.
"Your hair," Margaery continued, her voice husky with desire as she gently tugged the auburn tresses, tilting Sansa's head back. "It's like holding fire in my hands. But your skin..." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Sansa's exposed throat. "Your skin burns even hotter."
A small moan escaped Sansa's lips as Margaery's mouth traced a path up her neck. "We shouldn't... someone might..."
"No one comes here at this hour," Margaery whispered against her skin. Her hand slid higher up Sansa's ribs, thumb brushing the underside of her breast. "And I've wanted to touch you like this since the moment I saw you."
Sansa's breath hitched. "You have?"
"Gods, yes." Margaery's teeth grazed Sansa's earlobe. "Every night I've dreamed of your hair spread across my pillows, of your perfect lips parting for mine, of teaching you all the pleasures two women can share..." Her hand fully cupped Sansa's breast now, thumb circling the hardened peak as her other hand remained tangled in those glorious auburn strands.
"Margaery!" Sansa gasped, her head falling back further, unconsciously pressing herself into the touch.
"Have you ever been kissed properly, Sansa?" Margaery's voice was barely above a whisper.
"N-no," Sansa admitted. "Only... only Joffrey, but..."
"Shhhh." Margaery's finger pressed against her lips. "Let me show you how a real kiss should feel." The steam curled around them like a lover's embrace as Margaery's finger traced Sansa's trembling lower lip. The younger girl's eyes were wide, a mix of innocence and awakening desire that made Margaery's heart race.
"That cruel boy wouldn't know a proper kiss if it struck him in the face," Margaery whispered, her thumb now caressing Sansa's cheek. "A real kiss should make your knees weak, your heart flutter, your skin tingle everywhere it's touched..."
Sansa's breath quickened. "I... I wouldn't know..."
"Then let me teach you, sweet girl." Margaery's other hand found Sansa's waist beneath the water, drawing her closer until their bodies pressed together. "Close your eyes." Sansa obeyed, her long lashes fluttering shut, water droplets clinging to them like morning dew. Margaery took a moment to admire her - the perfect bow of her lips, the elegant curve of her neck, the way her wet auburn hair clung to her shoulders.
"A proper kiss," Margaery murmured, leaning in so close their lips nearly touched, "starts soft, like this..." She brushed her lips against Sansa's, light as a feather. The younger girl gasped at the contact, her hands instinctively finding Margaery's shoulders.
"Then," Margaery continued, her words breathing warmth against Sansa's mouth, "it deepens..." She captured Sansa's lower lip between her own, sucking gently. A small whimper escaped Sansa's throat. Margaery's hand slid up Sansa's back, tangling in her wet hair as she tilted her head slightly, changing the angle. Her tongue traced the seam of Sansa's lips, coaxing them apart. When Sansa's mouth opened on a sigh, Margaery deepened the kiss properly, her tongue sliding against Sansa's in a slow, sensual dance. Sansa moaned into her mouth, her fingers digging into Margaery's shoulders as her knees weakened just as promised. The water lapped around them as Margaery pulled her impossibly closer, their wet bodies pressing together as the kiss grew more passionate. When they finally parted, both breathing heavily, Sansa's eyes remained closed for several heartbeats. When she opened them, they were dark with desire.
"Oh," was all she managed to say.
Margaery smiled, tracing Sansa's swollen lips with her thumb. "That, my sweet girl, is how a proper kiss should feel. Would you like to learn more?" Sansa nodded wordlessly, already leaning in for another kiss. Margaery's hands cradled Sansa's face like she was holding the most precious treasure in all the Seven Kingdoms. Their lips met again, but this time Margaery didn't hold back. She poured all her desire into the kiss, her tongue seeking Sansa's with passionate intensity.
"You taste so sweet," Margaery breathed against her lips between kisses. "Like summer wine and honey." Sansa's response was a soft whimper that sent shivers down Margaery's spine. The sound was pure innocence giving way to pleasure, and it drove Margaery wild. She deepened the kiss further, one hand sliding into Sansa's wet hair while the other trailed down her neck.
"M-Margaery," Sansa gasped as they parted for air, her chest heaving. "I've never... I mean, I didn't know it could feel like this."
"Oh, my sweet girl," Margaery purred, trailing kisses along Sansa's jaw. "This is only the beginning. There are so many ways I can make you feel good." Another whimper escaped Sansa's lips as Margaery found a sensitive spot below her ear. Her hands clutched at Margaery's shoulders, nails digging in slightly as new sensations overwhelmed her.
"You make such beautiful sounds," Margaery whispered, her teeth grazing Sansa's earlobe. "Like the sweetest music. I want to hear more..." She captured Sansa's lips again, this time with even more intensity. Her tongue explored every corner of Sansa's mouth while her hands roamed freely over the younger girl's wet skin. When she gently bit Sansa's lower lip, the Northern beauty let out the most delicious moan yet.
"Please," Sansa breathed, though she seemed unsure what exactly she was begging for. "Margaery, I..."
"Tell me what you want, sweet girl," Margaery urged, her lips trailing down Sansa's throat. "I'll give you anything..."
Sansa's head fell back, exposing more of her neck to Margaery's hungry mouth. "I... I don't know... I just... don't stop..."
"Never," Margaery promised, her hands sliding lower beneath the water. "I'm going to show you pleasures you've never dreamed of..." Margaery's hands traced slow patterns on Sansa's hips beneath the water as she captured her lips once more. Each kiss was more intoxicating than the last, and Margaery found herself addicted to the taste of the Northern beauty.
"You're trembling, sweet girl," Margaery murmured against Sansa's lips. "Are you cold?"
"No," Sansa whispered back, her voice husky. "I'm burning..." Margaery smiled, nipping gently at Sansa's lower lip before soothing it with her tongue. The younger girl's responsiveness was intoxicating - every little gasp and whimper spurring Margaery to new heights of desire.
"Your lips," Margaery breathed between kisses, "are like rose petals. So soft... so sweet..." She traced them with her tongue, revelling in how they parted eagerly for her now. The steam continued to rise around them as Margaery alternated between deep, passionate kisses and lighter, teasing ones. She would capture Sansa's mouth fully, tongue exploring every corner until the girl was breathless, then pull back to place feather-light kisses at the corners of her mouth.
"Margaery," Sansa whimpered when they parted for air, her lips already swollen from attention. "Please..."
"Please what, my love?" Margaery asked, trailing kisses along her jaw.
"More..." Sansa's hands tangled in Margaery's wet hair, pulling her back to her mouth with newfound boldness. Margaery obliged eagerly, kissing her deeper still. She could feel Sansa's lips becoming tender and sensitive under her ministrations, but the younger girl showed no signs of wanting to stop. If anything, each kiss seemed to make her hungrier for the next.
"By the Seven," Margaery breathed, pulling back just enough to admire her handiwork. Sansa's lips were pink and swollen, glistening in the dim light. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with desire, her chest heaving with each breath. "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
"Kiss me again," Sansa pleaded, already leaning forward. "Please, Margaery..." The water rippled around them as Margaery's hands found their target, cupping Sansa's perfect breasts with reverent gentleness. The younger girl gasped at the intimate touch, her back arching instinctively.
"So beautiful," Margaery murmured, her thumbs circling the hardened peaks. "Like fresh cream and rose petals..."
"Margaery," Sansa breathed, her hands clutching at Margaery's shoulders. "I've never... no one has ever..."
"Shhh, sweet girl. Let me worship you properly." Margaery leaned down, her lips brushing the swell of Sansa's right breast. Her tongue darted out to taste the water droplets on her skin, drawing a shaky moan from the Northern beauty.
"Oh!" Sansa's fingers tangled in Margaery's wet hair as the older girl's mouth found her nipple. The sensation of Margaery's warm tongue circling the sensitive peak made her knees weak.
"You taste like summer," Margaery whispered against her skin, placing open-mouthed kisses across her breast while her hand continued to massage the other. "So sweet... so perfect..." Sansa's head fell back against the edge of the bath, soft whimpers escaping her lips as Margaery lavished attention on her breasts. The contrast between the cool air above the water and Margaery's hot mouth was dizzying.
"Please," Sansa gasped, though she wasn't sure what exactly she was begging for. "Margaery, I... I need..."
"I know exactly what you need, my love," Margaery purred, switching her attention to Sansa's other breast. Her tongue swirled around the neglected peak before taking it between her lips, sucking gently. The sound Sansa made was pure pleasure, her hips bucking involuntarily beneath the water. Margaery smiled against her skin, continuing her sweet torture with alternating licks and gentle bites that had Sansa writhing.
"You're so responsive," Margaery breathed, her hands sliding down to grip Sansa's waist. "Every little touch makes you sing so beautifully..." "Such perfection," Margaery whispered, her lips trailing between Sansa's breasts. "The gods themselves must have carved you from moonlight and roses." Her hands cupped the soft flesh reverently as her mouth continued its devoted exploration. Each kiss and caress drew new, intoxicating sounds from Sansa's throat - little gasps and whimpers that made Margaery's heart race.
"M-Margaery," Sansa moaned, her fingers tightening in Margaery's hair as the older girl's tongue circled one sensitive peak. "I never knew... never imagined..."
"No man could ever appreciate you like this," Margaery breathed against her skin. "They're too rough, too hurried. You deserve to be savoured..." She emphasized her point by drawing one hardened nipple between her lips, sucking gently while her thumb teased the other.
Sansa's back arched, pressing herself further into Margaery's mouth. "Please... don't stop..."
"Never, my sweet girl." Margaery's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh before soothing it with her tongue. "I want to memorize every inch of you, learn every spot that makes you tremble..." Her hands kneaded Sansa's breasts with increasing pressure as her mouth moved to lavish attention on the neglected one. The contrast between her soft lips and occasionally scraping teeth had Sansa writhing against her.
"Let me take care of you, sweet girl," Margaery whispered against Sansa's breast, her hand sliding slowly down the younger girl's trembling stomach. "Trust me..." Sansa's thighs parted instinctively as Margaery's fingers traced patterns on her inner thigh beneath the warm water. Each touch drew closer to where Sansa ached most, making her whimper with need.
"Please," Sansa gasped, her hips lifting unconsciously toward Margaery's teasing hand. "I've never... I don't know..."
"Shhh," Margaery soothed, her fingers finally finding their target. She stroked softly through Sansa's folds, marvelling at how ready she was even in the water. "Just feel, my love. Let me show you..."
Sansa cried out at the first gentle touch, her hands clutching desperately at Margaery's shoulders. "Oh! Oh gods..."
"That's it," Margaery encouraged, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. "You're so perfect, so responsive..." She captured a hardened nipple between her lips again as her fingers continued their sweet exploration.
"Margaery!" Sansa's head fell back, her auburn hair trailing in the water as pleasure coursed through her. "I... I've never felt..."
"I know, sweet girl." Margaery's touch remained gentle but insistent, finding all the spots that made Sansa tremble. "Let it build... trust your body..." Sansa's hips began to move against Margaery's hand, seeking more friction as the pleasure mounted. Her breath came in short gasps, punctuated by the most beautiful whimpers Margaery had ever heard.
"M-Margaery," Sansa gasped, her body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her. "Something's happening... I feel..."
"Let it come, sweet girl," Margaery whispered, her fingers moving in perfect circles as her thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves. "You're so close... so beautiful like this..." Sansa's nails dug into Margaery's shoulders as the pressure built inside her. Every touch sent sparks of pleasure through her body, building higher and higher until she thought she might burst into flames.
"I can't... I don't..." Sansa's words dissolved into breathless moans as Margaery's skilled fingers worked their magic.
"Yes, you can," Margaery encouraged, her lips trailing up Sansa's throat to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. "Let go for me, my love. I've got you..." Her fingers moved faster now, drawing tight circles that had Sansa's hips bucking wildly against her hand. The water splashed around them, but neither noticed, too lost in each other.
"Margaery!" Sansa broke their kiss with a cry, her back arching as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Oh gods, oh gods..."
"That's it, sweet girl," Margaery purred, watching in awe as Sansa came undone. "You're so beautiful like this... let it take you..." Sansa's back arched like a drawn bow, her wet hair trailing in the water as she threw her head back. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as the pleasure crested higher and higher, her body trembling on the edge of something monumental.
"I can't... I'm... Margaery!" The dam finally broke, and Sansa's entire body convulsed with the force of her release. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashed over her as Margaery's fingers guided her through it, drawing out every last tremor. Her nails dug crescents into Margaery's shoulders as she rode out the intense sensations, soft cries and whimpers falling from her lips. The pleasure seemed endless, each aftershock making her body jerk and tremble anew. Finally, utterly spent, Sansa collapsed against Margaery's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her entire body felt like liquid gold, warm and heavy and tingling with residual pleasure.
"My sweet, precious Sansa," Margaery murmured, gathering Sansa's trembling form against her. The water lapped gently around them as she settled the younger girl onto her lap, cradling her close. "You're absolutely perfect..." Sansa nuzzled into Margaery's neck, still catching her breath. Her skin was flushed pink, her auburn hair clinging to her shoulders in wet tendrils. Small aftershocks still rippled through her body occasionally, making her shiver in Margaery's embrace.
"I never knew..." Sansa whispered against Margaery's skin. "I never imagined it could feel like that..."
"Like what, my love?" Margaery asked softly, pressing tender kisses to Sansa's temple and stroking her back soothingly.
"Like... like flying and falling all at once. Like being consumed by wildfire but not burning..." Sansa lifted her head, her blue eyes still dark with lingering pleasure. "Like being unmade and remade in your hands..."
Margaery smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair from Sansa's face. "You were magnificent. So responsive, so beautifully uninhibited..." She traced Sansa's lips with her thumb. "I could spend hours just watching you come undone..."
Sansa blushed deeper at the words, but didn't look away. Instead, she pressed closer, her hands sliding up Margaery's back. "I want... I want to make you feel that way too," she admitted shyly. "Will you show me how?"
"Come here, sweet girl," Margaery beckoned, settling herself on the bath's edge. Water droplets cascaded down her curves as she leaned back on her hands, her thighs parting invitingly. "Let me show you where to touch..." Sansa's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a beautiful rose colour as she took in the sight before her. Between Margaery's legs, nestled in soft chestnut curls, her feminine flower bloomed like a perfect pink rose. The delicate folds glistened with more than just bathwater, betraying how aroused she'd become from pleasuring Sansa.
"It's... you're so beautiful," Sansa breathed, unconsciously licking her lips as she moved closer through the water. "Like a painting..."
Margaery smiled, reaching down to part herself further with two fingers. "See how ready I am for you? How much watching you come apart affected me?" The inner petals of her sex were a deeper pink, swollen with desire. "Touch me, sweet girl. Don't be shy..."
Sansa's hands trembled as she reached out, mesmerized by the sight. "Show me?" she whispered, looking up at Margaery through her lashes. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel..."
"Start here," Margaery guided Sansa's fingers to her entrance, where warmth and wetness beckoned. "Feel how soft I am? How wet you've made me?"
Sansa nodded, her breath catching as she explored the silken flesh. "You feel like velvet..." she murmured in wonder.
"That's it, my love," Margaery sighed, her foot sliding sensually up Sansa's spine as she guided her closer. "Follow your instincts..." Sansa pressed soft, reverent kisses along Margaery's inner thigh, marvelling at the silken texture of her skin. Each kiss drew a little higher as her fingers continued their gentle exploration between Margaery's legs.
"You smell like roses," Sansa whispered against her flesh, her warm breath making Margaery shiver. Her fingers traced delicate patterns through the wet folds, growing bolder as Margaery's encouraging sounds spurred her on.
"Gods, Sansa..." Margaery's head fell back, her fingers tangling in Sansa's copper hair. "Your touch... it's perfect..."
Sansa's kisses grew more confident, trailing up the sensitive skin of Margaery's thigh as her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot that made the older girl gasp. "Here?" she asked innocently, circling the spot again.
"Yes," Margaery breathed, her hips lifting slightly. "Just like that... don't stop..." Emboldened by Margaery's reactions, Sansa let her tongue dart out to taste the salt-sweet skin of her inner thigh. Her fingers continued their tender exploration, mapping every fold and valley of Margaery's sex with careful attention.
"You're so soft," Sansa marvelled, nuzzling closer to where her fingers played. "So warm..."
"Sweet Sansa," Margaery purred, her fingers stroking through Sansa's auburn hair. "Have you ever tasted a woman before?" Her voice was rich with desire as she gazed down at Sansa's flushed face.
Sansa shook her head, her blue eyes wide and dark with arousal as she looked up from between Margaery's thighs. "N-no... I've never..."
"Would you like to?" Margaery asked softly, using her fingers to part her glistening folds. "I taste like summer wine and honey... would you like a taste of me, my love?"
Sansa's breath hitched, her tongue unconsciously darting out to wet her lips as she stared at the pink paradise before her. "Yes," she whispered. "Show me how?"
"Start with gentle kisses," Margaery instructed, her voice husky with need. "Like you're kissing my mouth... let your tongue explore..." She shifted her hips forward invitingly. "Don't be shy, sweet girl. I'm yours to taste..."
Sansa leaned forward slowly, her heart pounding. The scent of Margaery's arousal was intoxicating, making her mouth water. "You smell divine," she breathed, her lips just inches away.
"Then taste me," Margaery urged softly. "Let me be your first..."
"Oh... oh yes, just like that," Margaery moaned as Sansa's tentative tongue made its first delicate exploration. Her foot traced encouraging patterns along Sansa's spine as the younger girl grew bolder with each taste.
"You taste like honey and salt," Sansa whispered in wonder, before returning to her gentle ministrations. Her tongue traced the soft folds with increasing confidence, drawing little gasps from Margaery each time she found a particularly sensitive spot.
"That's perfect, sweetling," Margaery encouraged, her fingers tangling deeper in Sansa's copper hair. "Use your tongue just there... yes, right where your fingers were before..." Sansa followed Margaery's guidance, her shy licks becoming longer, more assured strokes as she grew accustomed to the intimate act. Each approving sound from Margaery made her heart flutter with pride.
"Like... like this?" Sansa asked between gentle licks, her blue eyes looking up to meet Margaery's heated gaze.
"Gods, yes," Margaery gasped, her thighs trembling slightly. "You're a natural, my love... such a quick learner..." Her foot continued its sensual path along Sansa's back, urging her closer. Sansa hummed with pleasure at the praise, the vibrations making Margaery arch and cry out softly. Encouraged, she sealed her lips around that sensitive pearl and suckled gently, drawing a sharp gasp from the older girl.
"By all the gods," Margaery gasped, her fingers weaving through Sansa's copper tresses. "You're incredible, Sansa... such a natural talent..." Sansa glowed at the praise, redoubling her efforts as she explored with growing confidence. Her tongue swirled in delicate patterns that had Margaery writhing, while her hands gripped the older girl's thighs to steady herself.
"That's it, my love," Margaery encouraged breathlessly, gently massaging Sansa's scalp. "You're doing so perfectly... making me feel things I've never..." Her words dissolved into a moan as Sansa found a particularly sensitive spot. Sansa looked up through her lashes, her blue eyes dark with desire as she watched Margaery's reactions. The sight of the normally composed lady coming undone under her touch filled her with a heady sense of power.
"Your hair," Margaery panted, running her fingers through the auburn strands. "Like silk and fire in my hands... you're so beautiful like this..." Sansa hummed with pleasure at the compliments, the vibrations making Margaery arch and cry out. Her confidence growing with each response she drew from the older girl, Sansa varied her rhythm and pressure, learning what made Margaery gasp and what made her moan.
"Sansa," Margaery whispered, taking Sansa's hand in hers. "Let me show you something even more intimate..." She guided Sansa's delicate fingers to her entrance, where warmth beckoned.
"Like this," she breathed, showing Sansa how to slide two fingers inside with utmost gentleness. "Curl them upward, as if you're beckoning someone closer..."
Sansa followed the guidance perfectly, drawing a deep moan from Margaery as her fingers found that special spot inside. "There?" she asked softly, marvelling at the silken heat surrounding her fingers.
"Yes... gods, yes," Margaery gasped, her head falling back. "You're so perfect, so intuitive..." Her own fingers remained laced with Sansa's free hand, squeezing gently with each wave of pleasure.
"I can feel you fluttering around my fingers," Sansa whispered in wonder, continuing the curling motion as her tongue resumed its exploration. "Like a butterfly's wings..."
"Because of you," Margaery panted, her hips moving in rhythm with Sansa's touches. "No one has ever made me feel this way... this connected..." The trust between them was palpable, growing stronger with each passing moment. This wasn't just physical pleasure - it was something deeper, more profound.
"Please, Sansa," Margaery gasped, her fingers tightening in Sansa's hair. "Harder... faster... I'm so close..." Sansa obliged eagerly, increasing the pace of her curling fingers while her tongue worked more insistently. Margaery's thighs trembled around her head as pleasure built to a crescendo.
"Like this?" Sansa asked between strokes, her blue eyes dark with desire as she watched Margaery come undone. "Am I doing it right?"
"Perfect... you're perfect," Margaery panted, her hips moving frantically now. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." The sounds Margaery made grew more desperate, more primal, as she approached her peak. Her entire body tensed like a bowstring about to snap, her back arching as she balanced on the edge.
"Sansa!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Oh gods, Sansa... I'm going to..." Sansa redoubled her efforts, determined to bring Margaery the same earth-shattering pleasure she'd experienced. Her fingers moved faster, deeper, while her tongue maintained its relentless rhythm. Margaery's entire body tensed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her back arched dramatically, her fingers tangling almost painfully in Sansa's copper hair as pleasure exploded through every nerve.
"Sansa! Oh gods, SANSA!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the marble walls. Her inner walls clamped down rhythmically around Sansa's fingers as her release overtook her. Tremors wracked her body as the pleasure peaked again and again, each wave more intense than the last. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably around Sansa's head as the younger girl continued her sweet torture, drawing out every last sensation.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't..." Margaery's words dissolved into incoherent moans as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her hips bucked wildly against Sansa's mouth, completely beyond her control. Never had she experienced anything so intense, so all-consuming. Stars burst behind her closed eyelids as her body convulsed with the force of her release. Each aftershock made her gasp and shudder anew. Finally, utterly spent, Margaery collapsed backward, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Small tremors still rippled through her as Sansa gently withdrew her fingers.
"Sweet girl," she panted, weakly tugging Sansa up for a deep kiss. "That was... I've never... by all the gods..."
Margaery slid back into the warm water, pulling Sansa flush against her still-trembling body. Her heart raced beneath her breast as she cradled the younger girl close, pressing soft, reverent kisses to her temples, her cheeks, her swollen lips.
"You incredible creature," Margaery breathed between kisses, her fingers trailing lazily up and down Sansa's spine. "Where did you learn to... gods, I'm still seeing stars..."
Sansa blushed beautifully, nuzzling into Margaery's neck. "I just... followed what felt right. The sounds you made told me what you liked..."
"Mmm," Margaery hummed, capturing Sansa's lips in another languid kiss. She could taste herself on Sansa's tongue, and the intimacy of it made her shiver with renewed desire. "You're a natural... so intuitive... so perfect..." The water lapped gently around them as Margaery continued to shower Sansa with soft kisses and tender caresses. Her body still buzzed with pleasure, little aftershocks occasionally making her tighten her hold on the younger girl.
"I've never felt anything like that before," Margaery confessed, threading her fingers through Sansa's damp auburn hair. "Never connected with anyone so deeply... felt so completely undone..."
Sansa lifted her head, her blue eyes meeting Margaery's with surprising intensity. "Neither have I... I never knew it could be like this..."
"Your turn again, sweet girl," Margaery purred, guiding Sansa to the bath's edge. "Let me show you another kind of pleasure..."
Sansa hesitated, her cheeks flushing pink. "I... are you sure? Is it proper to..."
"Proper?" Margaery laughed softly, her hands caressing Sansa's thighs. "Nothing about what we're doing is proper, my love. And that's what makes it so delicious." Her eyes roamed hungrily over Sansa's form as the younger girl perched on the marble edge.
"You're exquisite," Margaery breathed, admiring how the candlelight played across Sansa's ivory skin. Water droplets traced paths down her perfect form, making her glisten like a statue carved from the finest alabaster. "Like a goddess made flesh..."
Her hands traced reverent patterns up Sansa's thighs, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. "I want to taste every inch of you," she murmured, pressing soft kisses to the inside of Sansa's knee. "Want to make you feel things you've never dreamed of..."
Sansa's breath hitched as Margaery's kisses trailed higher. "I... I want that too," she admitted shyly. "But I've never..."
"Trust me," Margaery whispered, gently urging Sansa's thighs apart. "Let me worship you properly..."
"By all the gods," Margaery breathed, her eyes darkening with desire as she gazed upon Sansa's most intimate place. "You're perfect everywhere..." Her fingers traced gentle patterns up Sansa's inner thighs, watching in delight as the younger girl trembled at her touch. The neat triangle of auburn curls between her legs was just as striking as the hair on her head, like copper silk against ivory skin.
"So beautiful," Margaery murmured, her thumbs gently parting Sansa's folds. The pink flesh beneath glistened like rose petals wet with morning dew. "Like a flower blooming just for me..."
Sansa whimpered, her hands gripping the marble edge as Margaery's breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh. "Margaery... I..."
"Shhh," Margaery soothed, pressing soft kisses to Sansa's inner thighs. "Let me taste you, sweet girl. I've been dreaming of this since I first saw you..."
Her fingers continued their gentle exploration, drawing soft gasps from Sansa's lips. "You're already so ready for me," she purred, watching Sansa's entrance flutter with anticipation. "So perfect... so beautiful..."
"Oh!" Sansa gasped as Margaery's lips made contact, her head falling back as pleasure shot through her body. Her fingers gripped the marble edge tighter as Margaery's tongue traced a delicate path through her folds.
"Sweet as honey," Margaery murmured against her flesh, before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. Her tongue explored every inch of Sansa's sex, learning what spots made her gasp and what made her moan.
"Margaery!" Sansa cried out as the older girl's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. Her thighs trembled as new sensations overwhelmed her.
"That's it," Margaery encouraged between licks. "Let me hear those beautiful sounds..." Her hands gripped Sansa's hips, steadying her as she lavished attention on her most intimate place. Sansa's breath came in short gasps, her copper hair trailing down her back as she arched in pleasure. Each stroke of Margaery's tongue sent sparks of ecstasy through her body.
"You taste divine," Margaery purred, looking up at Sansa's flushed face. "Better than the finest Arbor Gold..."
"Oh gods, oh gods," Sansa whimpered, her entire body quivering as Margaery's skilled tongue worked its magic. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably around Margaery's head as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
"That's it, sweet girl," Margaery breathed against her sensitive flesh. "Let yourself feel everything..." She sealed her lips around Sansa's pearl, sucking gently while her tongue flicked in rapid patterns that had the younger girl crying out.
"Margaery!" Sansa's back arched dramatically, her copper hair cascading down as her head fell back. "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can," Margaery encouraged between licks. "You're doing so beautifully..." Her hands gripped Sansa's hips tighter as the younger girl's body writhed with pleasure. Every stroke of Margaery's tongue sent new sparks of ecstasy shooting through Sansa's body. Her skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips with each breath.
"Please," Sansa gasped, though she wasn't sure if she was begging Margaery to stop or continue. "Please, I'm... I..."
"So sweet," Margaery purred against Sansa's flesh, before diving back in with renewed vigor. Her tongue alternated between long, firm strokes through Sansa's folds and quick flicks against her sensitive pearl that had the younger girl crying out.
"Margaery!" Sansa gasped, her fingers tangling in Margaery's chestnut curls. "Oh gods, your tongue..." Margaery hummed with pleasure, the vibrations making Sansa buck against her mouth. She traced intricate patterns with her tongue, feeling Sansa's thighs tremble harder with each stroke.
"You're close," Margaery breathed, before sealing her lips around that sensitive bud. Her tongue swirled in tight circles while she slipped two fingers inside Sansa's quivering entrance. Her skilled fingers moved with careful precision as her mouth worked magic on Sansa's sensitive flesh, her tongue traced tight circles that had Sansa trembling on the edge of ecstasy.
"Oh! OH!" Sansa cried out as pleasure finally overwhelmed her. Her back arched dramatically, her copper hair trailing in the water as waves of bliss crashed through her body. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably around Margaery's head as she reached her peak.
"That's it, sweetling," Margaery purred between broad, soothing licks that drew out Sansa's pleasure. "You're so beautiful when you come undone..." Sansa's entire body shuddered as aftershocks rippled through her. Each stroke of Margaery's tongue sent new sparks of pleasure coursing through her sensitized flesh.
"Margaery!" she gasped, her fingers tangling in Margaery's chestnut curls. "Please... I can't... too much..." But Margaery didn't stop, instead gentling her touches to draw out Sansa's pleasure. Her tongue moved in long, lazy strokes that had Sansa trembling anew, small whimpers escaping her lips. Margaery continued her gentle ministrations until she felt Sansa's tremors subside, the younger girl's body becoming soft and languid in her arms. With one final loving kiss to Sansa's inner thigh, she pulled away and gathered the Northern beauty into her embrace.
"Come here, my sweet Sansa," Margaery murmured, helping Sansa slide back into the warm water. She cradled her close, Sansa's head resting in the crook of her neck as aftershocks occasionally rippled through her body.
"I... I never knew..." Sansa breathed, her voice dreamy and distant. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Margaery's shoulder as she floated in post-pleasure bliss.
"You're absolutely perfect," Margaery whispered, pressing soft kisses to Sansa's temple. She could feel Sansa's heartbeat gradually slowing against her chest, their bodies fitting together like they were made for each other.
"Sansa," Margaery murmured, her fingers trailing through Sansa's damp copper tresses. "The water's growing cool. Let me take you to my chambers..." She pressed another soft kiss to Sansa's temple, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. Their bodies remained perfectly entwined, skin against skin in the bath's warm embrace.
"But... what if someone sees?" Sansa asked drowsily, though she made no move to pull away from Margaery's tender hold.
"My handmaidens are utterly loyal," Margaery assured her, stroking her back soothingly. "And I have private passages to my chambers. No one need know you're there." She tilted Sansa's chin up to meet her gaze. "I want to fall asleep holding you... wake up to your beautiful face..."
Sansa's blue eyes softened with emotion. "I want that too," she whispered. "More than anything."
"Then it's settled," Margaery smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Sansa's lips. "I have the softest featherbed, and silk sheets that will feel divine against your skin..." Her hands continued their soothing patterns on Sansa's back.
"Will you... will you hold me all night?" Sansa asked shyly.
"Every moment," Margaery promised. "I'll never let you go..."