the soles of her feet. She folded the queen's skirt out of the way, and kissed her way up one leg and down the other. At last, she put her face between the queen's thighs.

Margaery had always enjoyed tasting other women, and as she tasted Daenerys, she almost forgot that her life depended on it. She feasted on the queen's cunt and eagerly drank her juices. Daenerys was moaning and pulling at Margaery's hair, but Margaery couldn't let it end too soon. She stopped and licked her lips, and said, "With Your Grace's permission, I would disrobe for you."

Daenerys looked annoyed. She nodded impatiently.

Margaery undressed slowly and when she was naked, she again knelt between the queen's legs. But before she could resume her ministrations, Daenerys spoke. "Whatto sit on my face."

"What do you mean?"

Margaery laid back on the expensive Myrish carpet. "Kneel astride my face, Your Grace."

She'd thought that Daenerys would face her, but when the queen straddled her head, she was facing away from her. She lowered her arse and Margaery found her nose buried in the queen's crack. It was humiliating, but she reminded herself that inflicting such humiliation on her would only heighten the queen's pleasure.

As she worked to pleasure the queen, Daenerys took hold of her nipples and twisted hard. It hurt; Margaery had never been one to mix pain with her pleasure. But this was not about her pleasure. Daenerys began to rub herself against Margaery's chin, as if impatient. Margaery had to do more. She reached around Daenerys