Margaery smiled and brought her lips to brush over his as she whispered. "Mmm, perhaps there's another steed I should be riding," she countered. Her thighs were beginning to ache already, but she didn't show it. Margaery rubbed her hips in a slow rhythm.

She felt the wetness at his tip, and she knew what it was and that it meant she was doing well. Margaery shifted her wrist to rub her palm along the underside of his cock. She continued to squeeze and touch over his length and marveled at how it swelled in size. Margaery feared for their wedding night - he might split her in half!

She blushed at his question and smiled sheepishly. "What a question," she chuckled. "I have, yes of course." There were nights where she'd gone to Renly, hoping for attention only to be left unsatisfied- so she'd had to do it herself.