Margaery was tense, but his words slowly sank into her mind. She looked up to him and nodded slowly. She was still tense as he let his fingers explore her.

She focused on the drastic differences between Hannibal's touch was to Euron's forceful grabbing. The way Hannibal touched her was slow, tender and loving. She pressed her forehead into his neck. Margaery moaned softly as he teased over her clit. When his finger explored her though, she winced softly in pain. Her walls were swollen, aching and red. Each touch of his finger sent stibgubg pain rushing through her core.