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God of Wine and Tits (Game of Thrones)
🕑 Added 2017-11-16 20:00:01 +0000 UTC Patron RequestThemes: Consensual, Cuckolding, Giant Dick, Cheating
Word Count: 2,743
Summary: Joffrey and Margaery's wedding goes off without a hitch and so does their wedding night. Little does Joffrey know though, Margaery already has a man she calls king. Or as he prefers, "god of wine and tits".
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Joffrey Baratheon is a monster of a boy, Margaery knows this. But he is a manageable sort of monster. With their wedding day coming to a close, now comes the most difficult part. Night has fallen, and the bedding must occur. Even a King and Queen were not exempt from what Margaery considered a truly barbaric practice. The men of King’s Landing carry her to the King’s bedchamber and strip her along the way. It is not the first time Margaery has experienced such a thing, given she married Renly like this as well.
… She does not expect her night with Joffrey to be anything like her night with Renly, but if all goes well, it will be tolerable enough. Funnily enough, the men of King’s Landing are a lot more polite about the process than those in Renly’s entourage. Margaery can understand why. Joffrey is a mercurial, jealous creature at the best of times, but a single word from her into his ear about any of the men currently carrying her to his bed and he’d have their heads on a spike before dawn.
There are a few pinches and rubs against her ass and her thighs, but they’re done in such a way that she cannot see the perpetrator. And nobody dares make a rude comment as one would usually expect from this. In the end, Margaery is deposited inside of King Joffrey’s bedchamber. The doors are closed on the other side and the newly wedded Queen knows that two of the Kingsguard will be taking up watch within the minute.
She pays that no mind though, instead smiling at her new husband, even as he grins back at her. Margaery doesn’t like that grin. There’s something dark there, something sinister. Instead of moving towards the nude King, his cock already standing at the ready, Margaery slips towards the wine on a table off to the side. She pours them both a glass with her back turned to him, and when his hands are suddenly around her waist and his cock is pressed against her shapely ass, she does her best not to stiffen up.
A smile plastered across her face, Margaery turns in her husband’s arms and gives him the wine goblet, before sipping from her own. He takes it, but pauses before drinking, looking at her with such stormy eyes.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen naked my Queen.”
He probably means it as a compliment. Margaery doesn’t expect Joffrey to be intelligent enough to realize he just admitted to seeing women naked before her. Not that she expected anything less, most men had been with other women before their wedding nights. Still, it was exceptionally rude. But then, Joffrey was an exceptionally rude King, even when he was trying to woo his Queen.
Keeping the smile on her face, Margaery ducks her head as if embarrassed.
“My King does me a great service… I would do one for him in return.”
That gets a lifted eyebrow from the blonde young man. He drinks from his wine glass then and allows Margaery to gently guide him back towards his bed. Joffrey sits back onto it at her urging with a heavy thud, and then watches as she slides down to her knees and spreads his legs apart so that she can nestle between them.
The King continues to sip from his goblet, even as Margaery keeps her eyes locked with his, a smile ever present on her pretty face. She leans forward and opens her full lips wide, and a moment later she’s taking him into her mouth. There’s a grunt of surprise from Joffrey, as his free hand instinctively grabs at her hair. He finds her crown still sitting atop her head, and Margaery once more has to restrain the urge to flinch when he takes hold of the thing and flings it across the room in a moment of anger, before sliding his fingers back into her locks.
She keeps her composure and bobs her head back and forth along his length, her tongue writhing around on the underside of his cock.
“By the Seven you’re good at this…”
Joffrey hisses as Margaery slides his member into her throat for a brief moment and then pulls back. He takes another long drink from his goblet… and that’s when things get dangerous. She finally does flinch when the metal cup hits the floor beside her and Joffrey’s other hand joins the first in her hair.
“More… I want more!”
She’s awoken the monster, to her chagrin. Just a taste of her throat has the King forcing her head down onto his cock. Luckily, he’s not that big in size, but he can still choke her on his member, burying her nose in his pubes and smacking his nut sack against her chin as he begins to fuck her face.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Margaery briefly panics, unsure of what she can do to stop this, short of biting his cock if he does not abate before she begins to lose consciousness. Luckily, Joffrey’s thrusting slows after only a few moments more. His grip on her hair relaxes and a moment later Margaery hears a thump as the King falls back onto the bed entirely.
Slowly pulling herself on his member, the Queen gets up off her knees and stares down at her new husband. Joffrey is out like a light, but then he should be, given the pinch of sweetsleep she’d put in his wine goblet. A few grains to make a man feel calm and strong. A pinch to grant a night of deep and dreamless sleep. Three pinches to produce a sleep that will never end.
Putting in three pinches was certainly a temptation that Margaery had had to resist. But no, she will not kill her husband. That’s simply not part of the plan. With him unconscious, Margaery takes his cock in her hands and strokes it up and down. He was already close when the sweetsleep took effect, and as such it is not long before he cums. The Queen is quick to lean forward and take his tip in her mouth, sucking down his load and then stepping back to watch as his dick deflates.
Joffrey truly isn’t small… but when compared to her true love, he might as well be tiny. A wicked grin on her face, Margaery doesn’t bother to get dressed as she leaves Joffrey where he lies. She strides over to the nearby bookcase, knowing full well that the Kingsguard outside the door will not let her leave through that entrance.
Luckily, her lover is a smart, smart man. The lever masquerading as a book is something Joffrey won’t touch in a million years, as evidenced by the layer of dust across the entire shelf. In the end, the secret passageway behind the bookcase slides open silently and Margaery takes up the lantern waiting for her right inside. She closes the entrance to the secret passage behind her and allows the light of the lantern to guide her into the dark space.
Eventually, she comes to a junction, a small hidden room with nothing but a cot and a tiny end table. Margaery’s face lights up into a true, honest grin as she beholds her lover, waiting for her there. Tyrion looks up from the book he is reading and lifts his brow.
“You’re naked.”
Setting the Lantern down, Margaery makes sure to show off her body as best she can.
“I have just come from my bedding my Lord. I would imagine anything besides naked would be a very strange thing indeed.”
A shadow flashes across the half-man’s face as he hops off of his chair and walks to where she stands. Margaery bites her lower lip, the urge to reassure him blossoming in her chest.
“I did not sleep with him Tyrion. The sweetsleep went to work and all he tasted was my mouth.”
That brightens the dwarf’s mood and he smiles slightly, even as he nods.
“It will not work forever you know. He’ll begin to suspect, eventually.”
Margaery slides to her knees, ignoring the cold stone beneath her as she reaches for Tyrion’s belt and unbuckles it. Now eye to eye with the short man, she licks her lips and grins.
“It only has to work for tonight and perhaps one or two more my Lord. I am sure that by then, I will already be pregnant with your child.”
That pleases Tyrion even more. Meanwhile, pulling the dwarf’s cock from his pants has an involuntary moan escaping Margaery’s lips as it always does. Tyrion Lannister is hung like a horse. In fact, he’s forced to strap his cock to one of his legs so that he does not look like a three-legged man. That distinctive waddle of his is not solely because he is short, no, there is also this magnificent beast hiding in his trousers.
Looking up into Tyrion’s eyes, she sees his lust there, as his huge cock grows larger still, thickening and hardening in her smooth palms. Licking her lips yet again, Margaery goes for the kill, speaking in a soft, needy tone.
“Oh my beloved God of Wine and Tits… please wash the taste of your filthy nephew from my mouth with your massive cock.”
Bending down even further, Margaery nearly prostrates herself before the dwarf in order to bring herself eye level with his huge schlong. All the better, given her little nickname for him. Tyrion groans loudly as she takes the head of his cock in between her lips, sucking him inch by inch into her mouth, but no one will hear them here in this hidden room, nestled deep in the center of the Red Keep.
Unlike with Joffrey, Tyrion is not rough or cruel or mean. In the end, it is Margaery who abuses herself on his cock, absolutely in love with the gargantuan member. Moaning lewdly, she slides her tongue this way and that and eventually, once his length is slick with her saliva, Margaery goes deeper, pulling him right down her throat.
By the time Tyrion’s cockhead reaches the furthest that Joffrey’s had, Margaery is only halfway down the dwarf’s shaft. Yet, she does not choke. The Tyrell girl is quite skilled at giving head, when she’s left in control of the exercise. Something the King would probably never find out. It didn’t matter though, because her one true King, the love of her life, her very own god of wine and tits, was right here for her to show off her skills to.
Swallowing near continuously, Margaery takes Tyrion’s member down her throat, until eventually she hits the base. She holds there for a second, his pubes tickling her nose and his balls resting against her chin. Drool and slobber dribble from her lower lip onto her chin and his nut sack, until eventually it falls to her naked breasts.
She maintains her place until she begins to choke, and then she draws back, gasping. With a smile on her face, Margaery takes Tyrion’s length in her hands once more, grasping and stroking it quite forcibly as she looks up into the dwarf’s eyes. Her body is still bent over, her ass jutting out into the air behind her as she leans forward far enough to place herself at a place where she can even look UP at Tyrion in the first place.
“Thank you. I feel much better now. I would like you to fuck my cunt and fill my womb with seed now Lord Tyrion. Cuckold your King and impregnate his Queen with your cum. Can you do this for me?”
If Tyrion is surprised to hear such vulgar and crass language coming from a delicate flower like Margaery Tyrell, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he nods his over-sized head to the cot over on the other side of the small room.
“Go on then.”
Biting her lower lip, Margaery doesn’t dare to stand. Instead she crawls across the floor on her hands and knees like some bitch in heat. It’s not required or expected of her… but Tyrion’s huge schlong always brings out her inner slut. Rather than climbing up onto the cot, Margaery simply lays herself over it, staying on her knees and spreading her legs wide as she rests her face and her chest on the soft blankets. Her ass juts up into the air, the perfect angle for a man of Tyrion’s stature to thrust into her and fuck her senseless, if he chose to do so.
To her vocal happiness, Tyrion does choose to do so. He hops up onto the cot and straddles her heart-shaped ass with his short legs. His massive cock hot dogs her butt crack for a moment, before the dwarf slides it back until the tip presses against her dripping wet pussy lips. And then he’s inside of her, fucking her, and Margaery’s eyes go crossed as she sees stars.
“YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME MY GOD OF WINE AND TITS!”
The Tyrell Queen debases herself before the one man she feels she can be her true self around. She verbally degrades and humiliates herself as he fucks her with nice, long, thick strokes of his massive member. Again and again, Tyrion’s length slams home into her cunt, battering against the entrance of her womb. Margaery climaxes around his cock and her slickened inner walls make his passage easier and easier until finally he bursts right through her cervix and into that most sacred of places.
“GODS YES! YOU’RE FUCKING MY WOMB YOU DWARVEN BASTARD! IT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD!”
Tyrion’s pace increases if nothing else and he pounds away at her pussy as if its his sworn duty to fuck her senseless. And fuck her senseless he does, through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Margery’s eyes roll back in her head and her tongue hangs out of her skull and by the time Tyrion finally cums inside of her, she’s barely able to do anything beyond moan lewdly in response.
His cum paints her womb white and the flow of his seed seems never-ending as he pumps an entire load of sticky, viscous fluid into her. By the time he pulls out, Margaery feels bloated, but she also feels fulfilled. The new Queen just lies there for a second, panting. Then, Tyrion’s hand smacks across her perky posterior and causes Margaery to jump.
“Up with you slut. Time for you to get back to your beloved.”
Groaning a little, the defiled Queen does exactly that. She stands up and uses one hand to hold Tyrion’s cum inside of her, cupping her gushing cunt and grinding the heel of her palm into her clit and slit. With the other, she grabs up the lantern and stumbles back down the corridor, leaving Tyrion to watch her go, his eyes fixated on her jiggling ass and the red handprint he’s left on her flesh.
When she gets back to the King’s bedchamber, she opens the bookcase up very slowly, and only re-enters the room after ascertaining that no one else is inside of it besides Joffrey’s sleeping naked form, still sprawled on the bed. Snuffing out the lantern, Margaery leaves it behind the bookcase and closes the secret entrance securely before creeping back to the bed.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but eventually the bed is a mess and Joffrey is laid out on the sheets as Margaery curls into his side, Tyrion’s cum leaking out of her and staining the bed beneath them both.
And the next day when they awaken and Joffrey professes no memory of the events… well, Margaery simply shows him the mess between her legs and waxes poetic about how virile her kingly husband is. After seeing just how much cum ‘he’ has pumped into her, Joffrey can’t help but be impressed with himself, and all thoughts of the missing memories leave him as his mind fills in the blanks and he comes to believe with all his heart that he truly is that amazing of a lover.
He has no idea of the truth, and a month later when Margaery’s belly begins to grow large with Tyrion’s child, Joffrey smiles as happily as the monstrous boy can and runs his hand in a surprisingly gentle manner over his Queen’s growing abdomen.
Comments
Hao P
Nice Try, but we all know who the real God of Tits and Wine is. *cough*Podrick*cough*
