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“I don’t want to be LIKE the Queen, I want to BE the Queen~”
🌹 NSFW Game of Thrones RP
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🌹 Bisexual - Female Lean
👑 Lewd/Taboo themes present
🌹 Can be hung on request
👑 Has a weakness for Cersei accounts
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Not even sitting on the Iron Throne, and yet Margaery has no shortage of those willing to ‘bend the knee’ before her~ 🫦👅
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// She’d be soooooo perfect as an Arya FC!
I really have to get around to making that thread of all the Game of Thrones ladies and the corresponding pornstars I’d use to portray them for an account! 🤭😅
On the beaches of Dragonstone, ancestral seat of House Targaryen, Margaery Tyrell has been convinced to support Daenerys and the Valyrian’s claim to the Iron Throne, agreeing to abandon her own!
The thoughts she has anytime the Rose finds herself looking upon @RealmsDxlight~
“If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black…”
Margaery’s words trailed off, as Daenerys stripped her robe off directly in front of her. The most talented painters or sculptors in Westeros could not have done her beauty justice if they tried to portray her! Especially lower~
“And how beautiful you are.”
Daenerys would close and lock the door before taking off her Targaryen robe. Letting it fall to reveal her bra-less and panty-less figure.
A slow erection was forming and Margaery would begin to feel it as Dany came close behind her, slowly grinding it between her clothed buns.
Margaery took in a deep breath when the door was open and she was shown the Queen’s private quarters. She couldn’t help but immediately imagine what it was going to be like, having a Targaryen breed her as they both lay beneath the banner.
“Seven Gods… How beautiful this is~”
She most certainly will be bending the knee quite often.
“No thanks needed my future wife… you will learn that your place will be by my side always.”
A few slow walks later, she would open the door to her bed chambers, a beautiful Targaryen sigil banner raised right behind the bed. Showing off her family to anyone who desired a night with the Queen.
“I would be honored to take a name from Old Valyria, Your Grace! Thank you.”
Indeed, Margaery anticipated that she herself would be doing quite a lot of knee bending, especially in front of the Iron Throne or when they reached the Queen’s bed chambers.
A slow walk. She made sure everyone in her kingdom would bend the knee to her arrival. As well as bending the knee to her future Queen, Margaery.
“The Tyrell name shall be wiped once we are wed. Margaery Tyrell shall be no more. Margaery Targaryen shall be born after we lay and you become pregnant with an heir.”
Obediently, Margaery followed Daenerys, as the Queen gestured her finger to the Tyrell, the two walking slowly behind one another.
“Yes, oh yes… That’s exactly what I shall be, Your Grace! I confess, just thinking about it already has me quite excited~”
Margaery nodded her head enthusiastically at the controlling gesture. She now had a hand on her ass in addition to her neck, as well.
“Of course, Your Grace, I shall give you a great many heirs… As many as I can! I am a Lady of House Tyrell, good for nothing but breeding~”
“I want to give you so many, Your Grace… Each one with beautiful, silvery blonde hair and capable of riding dragons!”
As Margaery’s ass wobbles from the spank, she bit her lip, describing exactly how she wanted to help Queen Daenerys produce a line of heirs.
Those porno lips would be put to work soon enough, more so than what they were doing now, as Margaery and Daenerys continued to make out.
The Tyrell slut was half tempted to give her ass a little shake, as the Queen continued groping it and spanking her.
There was nothing gentle or kind about what they were doing together. It truly was something out of a porno or from behind one of the many filthy brothels behind Westeros!
Margaery immediately felt herself become doubly aroused when the Targaryen Queen began to kiss her so deep!
“Yes, my Queen, and I agree, we must be VERY thorough as we attempt to make an heir~”
With Daenerys cupping both Margaery’s chin and her ass, the Tyrell slowly nodded her head, agreeing to walk off to the Queen’s bed chambers. Her eyes occasionally glancing down to crotch level.
Margaery’s pale body would serve as a blank canvas for Daenerys to fully express the extent of her ownership over Lady Tyrell.
“Indeed, and one day they shall sit upon the Iron Throne and rule all of Westeros! Although, in order to have an heir…
…First we must make an heir~”
If the Dragon Queen was impressed with only Margaery’s hand, then she would certainly be thrilled about what the Rose of Highgarden could do with the rest of her pale body.
“House Tyrell would be honored to serve as the ones to give House Targaryen their next heir!”