Margaery silently counted down the clock in her mind. She was nearly there - and the stones only seemed to press more insistently into her body. Her fluids were dripping down her thighs now, but still she did not break.

Her eyes locked on him and she rolled her hips to make the stones press into her more. "Ooh...how tempting indeed," she leaned forward and slipped her tongue into the fruit, pulling out some of the seeds and eating them slowly.