The Stormlander - Ch. 20 (Patreon)

The halls of the Red Keep had grown quiet now that the feasting had finished. 

The hour was late and the castle was asleep. It was a time for dreams… but not for Ser Damon. Nor for Lady Margaery.

As they walked the halls together in silence, Damon found himself wondering of the Tyrell girl’s nature. She had not questioned him when he had come to collect her from her chambers, nor had she argued when he instructed her to follow. She was neither offended or scandalized as a noblewoman should have been at a strange man coming to her in the dead of night. Especially surprising since she’d come to the door dressed in but a silk gown. 

It was her eyes that caught his interest above all. Brown and soft, yes, delicate like you’d expect a maiden’s gaze to be. Yet there was a cunning gleam to them. The same shine he’d seen from her at the feast.

Ser Damon was nearly certain that Lady Margaery was no sweet, innocent maiden. That didn’t keep her from being anxious, he could see as he guided her along.

“There is no cause for fear, my lady.” He spoke quietly as they walked. “The Queen treats her friends well.”

Margaery held her arms close, hugging them to her belly. Like she was trying to play off her jitters as an evening chill.

“I am not so certain she thinks me a friend, Ser.” The Tyrell girl answered after a silence. She too whispered.

“Your father is on her small council. And she has given you a place of honor in her court.” Damon reminded her.

“And how does the Queen intend to honor me at this late hour?”

“In many different ways, I’d imagine.”

“Such is how she honored you.”

An observation, not a question, Ser Damon could not help but notice. He looked Lady Margaery’s way, grinning with good humor… and a not so small hint of satisfaction. The girl’s beauty hid a sharp mind. Sharp like thorns. There was no doubt in Damon’s mind now. Lady Margaery had to have known how this night would unfold the moment she met the Queen.

They rounded a familiar corner. The royal bedchamber was not far now

“The Queen rewards loyal service.” He whispered again, setting a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Though first you must serve. Do not be so tense, my lady. You might yet enjoy yourself.”

They came up to a door. Beyond awaited the den of a hungry lioness. Ser Damon looked upon his charge one more, reading the details of the maiden’s delicate face under the glow of torchlight. She had put away some of her unease… but not all. Perhaps the Queen would be merciful and help ease the tension from the poor girl’s body.

Damon put his gloved fist to wood. Two quick, sharp knocks. He heard faint whispers through the door followed by the shuffling of bare feet. The door cracked open. Lady Taena’s face greeted him, dusky eyes framed by midnight black curls. She smiled brazenly seeing the two of them. The door swung open further, revealing that the Myrish beauty was completely undressed… save for the golden bracelets that hung loosely upon her wrists and the pendant resting comfortably in the valley between her breasts.

“Pretty Rose.” She greeted the new arrival in her honeyed tongue. “Come in.”

“Lady Taena.” Margaery greeted in turn, only ever so slightly fazed by the other woman’s nudity. “You must be cold.” She observed next.

Ser Damon observed for himself as well, drinking in the dark, ample breasts he had come to so enjoy. Full and ripe, with pebbled nipples waiting for a talented tongue.

Lady Taena’s rich laughter drew his attention back to her face. Those dark eyes were bright with pride and lurid glee.

“Ha. On the contrary, sweetling, my flesh runs hot.” The Myrishwoman beckoned them inside, humming softly. “It is the spice in my blood.”

Ser Damon ushered Lady Margaery inside and Taena took the chance as they passed her by, playing with a lock of the Tyrell girl’s hair… and taking a more daring touch with Damon’s backside. A temptress, she is. Too wild for her own good.

“She is too eager.” Another voice called out. Colored by humor but darkened too by hunger. “The harlot begged me to strip her bare.”

There, kneeling upon the grand bed was his Cersei. His queen was garbed much like Lady Margaery, dressed in her nightgown of deep red Lannister silk. Though with her golden mane and stunning green eyes, Cersei was so much more the vision of power and passion. The nightgown was open and loose, letting Damon see the inner curves of her bosom, the supple plane of her belly, and just the faintest hint of the golden thatch between her legs. There was a faint sheen upon the skin of her inner thighs and lower tummy - like someone’s mouth had already been at work.

“My Queen is most kind.” Taena’s sweet voice came back, as if to confirm his suspicions. “Warming me while we waited for you.”

“I brought the girl over as quickly as I could, Your Grace.” Ser Damon defended half-heartedly. His blood was running hotter with each passing second and his clothes, simple as they were, were becoming more and more suffocating. “A tricky thing, going unseen.”

“It is no matter.” Cersei said, perching up on her knees. The gown she wore parted further, slipping from the shelf of her right breast. That too had a glisten upon the skin, darkened pink here and there from the suckling of someone’s mouth. Oh how Damon wished then to have seen Taena perform her duty. Cersei shuffled forth until she came to the edge of the bed, letting one foot touch the floor. She reached out, beckoning with her fingers. “Lady Margaery, my sweet. Step forth. Let me look at you.”

The Tyrell girl’s hesitation was immediate and obvious. It took Damon giving her a gentle nudge forward to get her moving. Even so, she moved with caution - as if the woman sitting upon the bed was an actual lioness.

“Your Grace.” Margaery bowed in deference, giving a curtsy with her nightgown skirt.

“So well-mannered, even now.” Cersei hummed. “A maid so beloved by the bards.”

“You flatter me, Your Grace. But it is your beauty that is more fit for the songs.” Margaery replied, still bowed.

The praise got a smile from the Queen but it was Taena who was the most delighted. The woman tittered softly, sauntering slowly to Cersei’s bedside.

“She knows how to speak sweetly.” She noted to the Queen, keeping the Tyrell girl in her sultry gaze.

“What other talents does that tongue possess, I wonder?” The Queen asked in turn.

Lady Margaery stood straight up then, like she’d been struck by a bolt of lightning. Ser Damon stifled a laugh as the poor thing began to stammer.

“I- My Queen-”

“Get rid of her gown.” The command was stark and simple and stunned the girl into silence. The Queen’s eyes settled on Damon and he knew the order was meant for him.

He gave his lioness a smirk as he drew his dagger and moved upon the wilting rose. Margaery’s hair whirled about as she spun her head towards him, eyes big and wide as he’d ever seen them. The look of panic she wore stirred some guilt in him, true… but not enough to stay his hand. 

He worked quickly, cutting at the silk with smooth, deft strokes of the blade, turning her gown into ribbons that fell easily from her body. He expected the girl to scream, but all that came from her was a tiny squeal that sounded as soft and delicate as she looked. Within seconds she was bare, even more bare than Lady Taena who was still adorned in gold and jewels. 

Ser Damon’s cock stirred as he drank her in, all that pale, creamy flesh, those apple-sized breasts and that lush, smooth peach of a bottom. He had the beastly urge to come up and swat his palm against it, so thrilled and eager he was to hear sweet Margaery squeal again. Though it was Cersei and Taena that had him getting truly hard, seeing the wicked glint in their eyes as they delighted in the sight of the precious daughter of Highgarden stripped naked before them.

“A pretty little rose. In full bloom, yes.” Taena poured into Cersei’s ear, leaving little kisses upon her neck and shoulder as she did. “Ready to be plucked, isn’t she?”

The Queen hummed in agreement. She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes as she assessed her newest plaything.

“You look anxious, Lady Margaery.”

The girl stood near frozen, but for the trembling of her arms as she moved to cover herself. To her credit, she did not stumble over her words when she answered.

“This is… most unexpected, Your Grace.” Her voice was small and quiet, though that was not what displeased Cersei.

The Queen slid off the bed and out of Taena’s arms. She strode forward, her own nightgown now fully parting, letting Margaery and Damon see the full swells of her breasts, the swath of her belly… and the small thatch of golden hair down between her legs. She stood taller than Margaery and was more abundant in curves, though it was the blessings of motherhood that had granted her a more womanly figure. Sweet Margaery was still a fine beauty… and Cersei wanted to see. 

Without a word, in silent authority, the Queen slowly, gently moved Margaery’s arm from her breasts and her hand from her sex. She touched her then, softly, delicately drawing her fingertips over the slopes of Margaery’s bosom, down the flat plane of her tummy. She touched the girl’s face next, putting her thumb over the softness of her lips, going on to toy with her silky, chestnut hair. All the while, she wore a warm smile… and a smoldering gaze.

“You do not need to fear me.” Cersei told the maiden beauty, one hand lowering again to her bare breasts. She drew her knuckles over them slowly, just grazing the skin around the nipple. She spoke again, her voice holding the sweetness of honey. “I would never hurt you. I need your father and his men far too much for that.”

Lady Margaery let out a trembling breath.

“What… What will you do to me?”

“Nothing.” Cersei answered simply. “At least for now. I summoned you here for them.”

The Queen nodded towards Taena. Then towards Ser Damon. That glint, shining emerald over a vicious smile, was enough to rouse Margaery’s curiosity. She followed the Queen’s gaze, shooting both Taena and Damon a look of shock… but curiously, not of disgust.

“Them? But they’re-”

“They are loyal servants. I reward loyalty.” The Queen was still smiling as she took one of Margaery’s nipples between her fingers. She pinched gently, just enough for Damon to see the tension snap through the girl’s naked back. “Your father, though, he annoys me greatly. This is his punishment. A humiliation that he will never know. His beloved Rose, spoiled by a bastard and his bastard’s cock.”

There was that look of panic on Lady Margaery’s face again. The poor thing opened and closed her mouth yet could not utter a single word, frozen in silence. Taena was unburdened by such shock and took action. She glided over to Damon, her nimble hands making short work of his cloak before moving to the buttons on his jerkin. 

It was not long before she had him naked as the rest, his hard cock freed to the warm bedchamber air. Taena was pleased as she always was to behold his nudity, and wasted no time taking his manhood in hand. Slender, dark fingers wrapped around him, soft and warm and closing firm as she stroked him, making him harder, making his balls ache even more fiercely.

In her stupor, Margaery’s wild gaze fell upon Damon’s cock, the sight of which made her go still once again. Oh how she gasped. Whether it was in excitement, disgust, or horrified awe, her shock pleased Ser Damon in a deeply primal way. Bubbling up hot in his blood.

“Do not be afraid, sweetling.” Taena purred, stroking Damon’s cock faster. Her fingers closed tighter around him, slipping up and down the whole length of him, from root to crown. The way Margaery stared, Damon could only imagine how obscene Taena’s efforts looked.

“How can he…” The Tyrell girl’s thoughts had to be a storm, how she struggled to find the words. “It won’t fit.”

Taena let out a hearty, gleeful laugh.

“It will.” She assured the maiden. “You are a woman, no? Your body - our bodies are made for this.”

She pumped Ser Damon’s cock to punctuate her point, her thumb pressing over the swollen head, smearing the trickle that had come to wet the tip. Damon could not help but groan. Skilled hands, Taena possessed.

“But… It will hurt.”

“Yes.” Taena answered softly, sounding more like a mother then than a temptress. “And then you will love it. The pain and the pleasure both.”

Margaery’s eyes jumped from Damon’s cock to Taena then back to his cock again. Her lips parted and closed and she looked to ask yet another question, but Cersei’s command came like thunder.

“Enough talk.” The Queen spoke. She had returned to the bed, shucking the gown from her shoulders. Tracing the line of her collarbone, she drew herself back onto the sheets, lounging, waiting, expecting. “I didn’t summon you for a debate. Entertain me.”

Taena moved first, always with such ease to please her queen. Her fingers slipped from Damon’s cock, lingering upon the shaft just long enough to leave the embers of her touch to drive him mad. She went to Margaery, touching her as Cersei had, exploring with her fingertips as she circled around behind the young Highgarden Rose. A kiss to the girl’s shoulder, then to her next, making the fair maiden shiver in the way that drove men mad. She turned those wicked eyes upon Ser Damon again, putting on a sweet, devious smile as she rested her chin upon Margaery’s shoulder. She reached out to him.

“Sweet knight. Come.”

Ser Damon came.

With Taena at her back and the Queen’s sworn sword closing in from the front, Lady Margaery Tyrell had no means of escape. From the expression she wore, for all her nerves and trembling, it didn’t seem like she wanted to.

All the better for Damon, who freely enjoyed the sight of her nude form. Just as he figured, she was not so endowed as Cersei or Taena, more slender, more delicate, more fair of skin than the dusky Myrishwoman or the healthy glow of the Lioness of Lannister. Yet she was womanly all the same, possessing sweet softness in her subtle curves. Breasts just the right size for his palms. The same could be said for her hips, flaring out just so from her trim waist. Her backside was something to admire as well, no doubt, the way he saw Taena fondling it. Her attack was on two-fronts - the second was upon Margaery’s poor, undefended throat. Kisses and love bites to make the sweet maiden blush, make her stare up at him with glassy eyes as he came to loom over both women.

What a sight they made, entwined together, fair and dusky, gentle and vexing. Even then, it mystified Damon - why seeing two women locked in intimacy aroused him so. Was it something rooted deep in his blood and bone? Or was it truly as simple as the enticement of a woman’s beauty made double?

The answer didn’t matter, he knew. Not when Lady Margaery was staring at him with her big, brown, wanting eyes. He swore he could hear her heartbeat… or maybe it was his own? His cock was hard, swollen fat and throbbing. It ached for the touch of a woman again.

Margaery’s lips were parted as she took in long, deep breaths. They looked so full and soft… beckoning him…

Damon stole his kiss. Claimed what his hot blood demanded. As sweet as it ever was, kissing a woman. Making his blood boil hotter was the whimper that came floating up in her throat, pouring out into his mouth, onto his tongue. Their kiss started soft, as soft as her moaning, but it wasn’t long before Damon craved more… and she did too. She was kissing him back then, humming as she let him explore her mouth. And trapped as she was between him and Taena, all she could do was let herself press up against him. She touched his chest, small hands drawing up to his muscled shoulders, his thick neck, threading her fingers through his thick hair. Timid but not fearful. She had at least some idea of how to touch a lover. A curious thing.

Luckily, Taena was there to shake him from such distracting thoughts.

“Yes.” She cooed, following Margaery’s roaming hands with her own. “Enjoy it. It is a wonderful thing to kiss a man. Even better to touch him. Touch. Yes, just like this!”

Margaery broke their kiss, gasping for air, but quickly put her mouth to his collarbone, then to his neck. Damon held her close, putting his nose to her hair and finding the faint scent of roses. Almost made him chuckle, that. Meanwhile, the Tyrell girl continued to touch him, just as Taena insisted. Her hands were on his arms now, squeezing, squeezing with much interest.

“You’re… very firm.” He heard the maiden murmur against his chest. That earned a real laugh from him. Taena shared his amusement, snickering as she pressed a kiss to the side of their younger lover’s head.

“Ha! A body honed for battle, this one.” Taena met his eyes, hers brimming with that familiar, lurid delight. “Blessed by the Warrior himself. And Gods, the stamina… You will know it for yourself.”

Margaery went still between them. She made some space for herself, lifting her face to send him an uneasy look. Less panic than before. A good sign.

“I…”

“Touch his cock.” Taena calmly told her. “It’s as firm as the rest of him.”

Margaery hesitated for a moment, but dared a look down. She had to have felt it brushing against her naked thighs all this time, how close they were pressed together. There had been simply no room for it to go anywhere else.

She stared. The moment dragged on, each second feeding just a bit more into Damon’s pride. Eventually, she ripped her eyes away. Made herself look up at him. He offered her a smile.

“It’s alright, my lady. It won’t bite.” He promised.

The jape was enough to make the girl forget her nerves and scoff. She was at ease enough then to put a slap against his chest.

“I know it won’t bite. I’m not some stupid little girl.”

Taena cooed in agreement, brushing Margaery’s long hair aside so she could press more kisses along her neck.

“Not stupid, no.” The dusky woman whispered, now giving love bites to that poor, vulnerable neck. “And not so innocent, either.”

“I’ve… never been with a man.” Margaery let them know with an ever so slight tremble in her voice. She squirmed softly against Damon, making his cock bat against her inner thighs. The way she looked him in the eyes, she knew what that did to him. “But I know about a man’s body. There were so many books in the study at Highgarden. My education was quite… illuminating.”

Damon hummed in interest, bringing his hand to cup one of her breasts. Just as he thought - fitted perfectly for his palm. Margaery let out a sound, so faint and yet so enticing, as he thumbed the hardened nipple.

“How illuminating, my lady? I’d like to know. And so would your queen.”

He sent a glance to Cersei and Margaery followed. They both saw the same thing: A lioness staring with hunger and thinning patience. The next thing Damon felt was Margaery taking him by the cock. Her fingers were slender and soft like Taena’s, but somehow gentler. He could feel how nervous she was in her touch - but so too could he feel her growing curiosity… and her growing confidence.

Her warm hand worked slowly, drawing over his length from root to crown. When she felt the trickle coming from the tip, she jumped, stifling a squeal as it rose in her throat. Yet she didn’t yank her hand away. Her fingers remained wrapped around him, still stroking. She had that look, one he’d seen before from a dozen other sweet-faced maidens. The girl could hardly believe what she was doing. It didn’t stop her from pumping his cock faster. And with Taena purring encouragement and guidance in her ear…

“The maesters wrote that a woman’s body is crafted so by the gods to readily take a man.” She breathed, letting her curiosity drive her hands to touch him more freely. “Though I don’t think the old men in chains had you in mind, Ser. Will you be gentle with me?”

“No.” The truth came as a low growl. Damon urged his hips forth, putting his cock through her closed fingers. Like it was another hole to fuck. He pressed his forehead to hers, fighting the urge to steal another kiss. “Your queen wants you despoiled.”

Margaery let out a sound, something close to a whimper. Behind her, Taena’s giggle was both lovely and lecherous.

“It is sweeter than it sounds, pretty rose.” She took the girl’s earlobe between her teeth, teasing. “You might even thank him for it.”

Lady Margaery had no time to answer. The Queen’s patience was thin, but Damon’s had long evaporated thanks to Margaery’s nimble hands doing their work upon his spear and stones. He lifted her up into his arms with ease, so fast and so sudden that she let out a cry of shock. Taena’s joyous laughter followed them to the bed, where Damon tossed their guest down before his Queen’s watchful eyes. He stopped only for a moment to admire, letting his craving boil within as he drank in her nude, delicate form. All that smooth, creamy skin, the faint mounds of her splendid breasts, and all that wavy, chestnut hair thrown out across the bed. A beauty in full bloom, just as Taena said. Ripe to pluck.

Damon descended, nudging her thighs apart. Taena took her arms, holding them back above her head. Their guest was helpless, wide-eyed, looking frantically from between them all… until Taena dipped down to steal a kiss for herself. The way the girl squeaked as the temptress took dominion of her mouth sent a twitch through Damon’s cock.

He drew his hands over her tummy, letting them settle on her hips. He peppered her belly with kisses, nipping as he went with his teeth, loving how she squirmed and twisted. Then his face was at her mound and the scent of her womanhood was almost too much to bear. He wasted no time getting a taste, putting his tongue to work against her folds. Hot and wet already, he noted with pride, but the true swelling of his ego came from the bucking of her hips into his mouth… and the wild, muffled moans Taena was swallowing up.

Damon licked her, tasted the Rose’s nectar for a good while before he finally tired of it. By then, Lady Margaery was reduced to a whimpering, whining mess, all the strength sapped from her flesh and bones. It had poured out of her, drooling from her yearning cunt.

He plunged a finger into her with ease. Taena was kind enough to let him hear the girl’s sounds this time, a weak, ragged groan. A second finger followed, probing deep, all the way to the second knuckle. That had Margaery bucking her hips again, needy and desperate to feel more.

“Please, Ser…” She grasped at his arm, her nails raking over the skin. “I… I want…”

Damon knew what she wanted. The same thing his flesh and blood demanded. The same thing his Queen had decreed. He rose, his cock hard and bulging with angry lust. He slapped it down upon Margaery’s weeping sex and the maiden could only let out a tiny sob.

He plunged into her, splitting that little, pink cunt with damn near the full length of him. The poor thing went still, tensing around him, choking on her own cry as he kept sinking into her. Then the dam broke and all her feelings came rushing from her throat in a long, ragged wail. Damon savored it just as he savored the soaking wet heat clinging to his cock. It swallowed him down to his balls, so full and aching and feeling like they were about to burst.

It was paradise, this torment. The impossibly snug fit of a maiden’s hot cunt.

The seconds stretched on, but they were only seconds. His body could not settle for stillness. Not when he was rooted in silken heaven. His Queen had demanded that Lady Margaery be despoiled.

So began to fuck her.

Ser Damon was not slow nor merciful… though it didn’t seem like his charge wanted either, the way she was screaming and clinging to him as he worked his body upon her. And with his Queen there to offer her eager encouragement, how could a man be expected to show restraint?

“Yes! Like that! Just like that! Let her feel what it’s like!”

“A bastard’s cock.” Taena sang, sordid joy dripping from her taunting words. “More lustful and beastly than ordinary men, pretty rose.”

“Seven… Seven save me…” Margaery gasped as Damon’s harsh thrusting put the air from her lungs. Her thighs closed around his waist, drawing him closer. Wordlessly urging him to quicken his pace.

“I don’t think they can hear you, sweetling.” Cersei knelt beside her on the bed, reaching out to explore the younger woman’s bosom for herself. She sent her loyal knight a look, letting him see the wild delight in those wildfire eyes. “Ser Damon, help her scream a little louder.”

And so he did. Fucking the Tyrell girl with purpose had her sex spasming around him, choking the life from his cock. It was a miracle he could thrust at all, so exquisite was the tightness of her. The unbearable, maddening heat only drove him to fuck her even harder.

Sure enough, he had their guest shrieking to the heavens. If there were any worries about waking the rest of the castle, none dared voice them. Least of all Ser Damon. 

A true knight would never fail his Queen.