Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters and works; all other characters and worlds belong to their respective owners. I'm just playing with them.
Betad by Priapus, Malcolm Tent, Beans
The Unbound
Chapter 30: Dornish Passion
– Arianne Martell –
Arriving at the royal suite, she once more waited for Loras to confirm that she was supposed to be here, getting permission to enter. She had to wonder what it was like for Loras to stand outside the royal suite while his sister got up to all manner of depravity within. The look on his face told her that he knew what was going to be happening inside, but she supposed that came with his fancy title. Kingsguard. The Knight of Flowers. The Knight of the Maiden. Loras hadn't done badly for himself, and the only cost was hearing his sister begging to get fucked harder.
Once more, he permitted her entry. Once more, he gave her a highly suspicious look, which she returned with an innocent smile. It wasn't like she was sneaking into Orys' bedchambers, she was here by the invitation of his beloved sister.
She wasn't sure what to expect when she arrived, beyond a general hope that tonight was going to be her first time (first of many) with Orys Baratheon, the Blessed King and her future husband. The royal suite was elegant and also clearly recently redecorated. Had Orys changed the furniture after taking it for himself? Somehow, she didn't think the small personal library and desk in the corner had been there during Robert's rule.
Margaery herself was lounging in the solar, utterly nude, as Arianne paused at the sight of her. The Rose of Highgarden was truly beautiful, but Arianne couldn't miss the way that her beauty had only grown more alluring since she had first seen her during the tournament.
"You called for me, my lady?" Arianne asked, not commenting on her nudity.
"Take a seat, Arianne. And please, just call me Margaery," Margaery requested with a calm smile. Arianne couldn't deny she felt overdressed, but if she wanted this to work, she needed Margaery on side, and that meant playing along. "I wanted a chance to speak before Orys arrives."
"About what, Margaery?" Arianne asked, her eyes lingering on Margaery's breasts. They were nowhere near as large as Arianne's, but they were so amazingly perky with the cutest little pink pebble-sized nipples.
"What are you trying to do? I'm no fool, Arianne. Nor is Orys himself," Margaery pointed out calmly, taking a sip from her drink. "And I don't believe your endgoal is just to fuck Orys, nor that you would settle for just being a mistress."
Arianne went quiet, pursing her lips for a moment. That was far more blunt than she expected from the soft-spoken rose.
"Are we putting the games aside for tonight?" Arianne asked plainly, watching Margaery's smile grow into a smirk.
"May I be blunt?" Margaery asked, getting an easy nod. "I've won. Tomorrow, I become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Orys truly loves me, my family has risen higher than ever before. Orys has shared one of his… blessings with me, and I can see the bonds between people. It's hard to feel like my relationship is threatened by anyone when I can physically see the bond between Orys and I."
That would explain some things, as Arianne remembered the golden glimmer in Margery's eyes. Margaery had something that no other wife had, genuine, irrefutable proof of her husband's affection.
"You're half right," Arianne admitted, getting a raised eyebrow. "I would settle for being his mistress if it meant I also got my birthright of Sunspear. A birthright my father is eager to strip from me."
"Ah. I had wondered. Neither you nor your mother hold much love for your father. Dorne has the eldest inherit, regardless of gender, yes?" Margaery asked.
"We do, but my father intends for my younger brother to become his heir and has spent years trying to sideline me. I came here looking for allies outside of Dorne, taking advantage of his insular nature," Arianne admitted. "And frankly, I found what I needed. Orys' actions with the Mountain and the Manticore helped my fame, and my own actions have increased my standing with the Dornish Houses. If I went back today, I would have a good chance of squashing whatever plans he's working on, especially if I left on good terms with Orys."
"But you're not willing to settle for just Dorne anymore," Margaery continued.
"Quite the opposite. Dorne is exactly what I want, I just want to be the Queen of Dorne," Arianne admitted, watching Margaery's eyes narrow in thought.
"Explain," Margaery said, her tone colder than before but still patient.
"I'll admit, my original plan was to try and steal Orys away from you, but we both know it's a lost cause. But Orys's… status gave me a better idea. Many of the dragons had multiple wives, thanks to their Doctrine of Exceptionalism and who could deny that Orys is more exceptional than them?" Arianne asked, but continued before Margaery could answer. "Orys is seen as a divine figure. Many of the smallfolk believe him a living god, and the Faith are more eager to suck his cock than I am. Nobody would refuse him taking another wife and that led to my current plan."
"And why you suddenly swapped from antagonising me to giving me space," Margaery added. "Pray tell, what exactly is this 'plan' of yours?"
"For Orys to take a wife from each of his provinces, making them the Queen of that province, while you take the role of High Queen. Or maybe Grand Queen. I haven't worked out what the title should be yet, embarrassingly. I was being honest, Margaery, I'm very content with being under you and Orys," Arianne admitted, watching Margaery carefully. "And yes. My plan would have us be sister-wives and I both know that it's doomed to fail if you are against me joining your relationship, and that antagonising you would just make both our lives pointlessly harder. Even if I did enjoy poking fun at you. I planned to wait until the wedding was over before trying to approach you more… subtly than this, giving you your time with Orys and using the time when he goes North to ingratiate myself into your company. Is he going North himself? The court seems divided about it."
"He is, I believe. It's why he spends so much time in the forge, working on the tools they'll need to put a stop to the madness," Margaery explained with a hint of a worried frown on her beautiful face. "And if he comes back triumphant, he'll have defeated an army of unholy monsters. His legend will shoot higher than ever before."
"With how much the Faith are eating out of his hands, he could enact a new law that all septas need to take his divine seed into all three holes as part of their training, and most wouldn't dare question it. A little polygamy isn't going to cause any issues," Arianne agreed, watching Margaery's lips briefly twitch as she imagined the idea of Orys enacting such a law. "But in the end, the decision lies with you. As I said, I will be satisfied being his mistress if it means I have his support in ensuring my father cannot take what I am owed. As you pointed out, you've already won. My plans, ambitious as they may be, can't go anywhere if you shut them down. Say the word, and I'll abandon this scheme of mine."
She was even being honest. Margaery and Orys had gotten too close, too fast. She couldn't oust Margaery from beside him, and Margaery had the power to convince Orys to shut her out entirely. If she was faced with risking everything or just accepting a smaller victory, she was not so prideful as to keep going for the grand prize. Whether she was Queen of Dorne or the Princess of Sunspear, it would mean little in truth. Either way, Dorne would be hers and all she needed to guarantee it was Orys' support, which meant Margaery's approval.
"I don't think Orys is going to be content with the Seven Kingdoms," Margaery stated, catching Arianne by surprise. "He's never outright said it, but he has an… interest in Essos, the Summer Islands and more. I don't know if it's a divine mission or just his ambition, but I genuinely believe that Orys both plans to, and is capable of, making an empire that would put the old Valyrian Freehold to shame."
"I had noticed that he seems more interested in what is going on beyond his borders than any of his predecessors," Arianne agreed, imagining it. Of course, he'd have to settle things in Westeros first, but that was exactly what he was doing. When Vale was brought into line and the threat in the North was dealt with, Westeros would be at peace under a divine ruler. Stability would turn to strength, the strength to enforce his will on the Free Cities if they came for him. Had he deliberately antagonised them with his decree about slaves to give himself a reason to invade later? If the slaver cities attacked first, he'd easily rally Westeros behind him to put them down in a religious crusade against the barbaric slavers and their unholy gods. "Well, that settles the question on what your title would be, doesn't it… Empress Margaery?"
"A little preemptive, but I won't deny that it sounds nice," Margaery replied with a soft laugh. "I don't… hate your plan. I can see the benefit, as having a Queen from each province will prevent the independence that some provinces have been enjoying. I know Orys is frustrated at it, and not just at Dorne. The North, the Iron Islands. Even the more central provinces have drifted away under his father's lackadaisical rule."
Arianne couldn't deny that she let out a sigh of relief at Margaery's words. It wasn't an agreement, but it wasn't an outright refusal either.
"Perhaps your brother should take a Tyrell bride to bury the hatchet? I have plenty of cousins, and he'd be welcome in Highgarden," Margaery continued.
"My father wouldn't agree to that… but my mother might," Arianne considered. Technically, her mother wouldn't have the authority to do so but Quentyn would answer her summons and between Arianne's growing influence and her mother's power as the Dornish representative on the Small Council (even if she wasn't from Dorne), she could get it through. Her father would find no support from the Tyrells against her if she had Margaery on her side. "Is Orys fucking my mother?"
"I don't think so. Not yet, anyway. She has pleasured him, but not spread her legs," Margaery answered with a slight smirk. Arianne just laughed, amused at the idea of her father being cuckolded. How his schemes had blown up in his face, leaving him with rapidly shrinking influence and options. Still, he remained a Dornish viper ready to strike, and he was rapidly being cornered.
"I'll speak with her about a potential betrothal. If we do it right, my father won't be able to fight against it without looking suspicious or shortsighted," Arianne answered, pleased with how this was going. "But onto what really matters. Is Orys really as big as the rumours say?"
Margaery let out an almost musical laugh at that, before she gained a truly devious smirk.
"Orys the Horse would be a more accurate title. A truly majestic stallion that can ride for hours without need for rest," Margaery confirmed. "I usually have Moonshadow go first, just to wear him down, but even one of the most famous courtesans of Braavos can't maintain her composure when he's taking her."
Arianne bit her lip at Margaery's words, imagining what she was going to experience tonight.
"Tonight? I am not going to sleep with him. I have to walk down the aisle in the morning, and I don't want to do so with a noticeable limp. You, my slutty little Dornish princess, are going to handle all of Orys' stamina, his power, alone," Margaery continued. "You wanted Orys from the moment you slithered over to us at the tourney, flashing your tits at him and filling every conversation with innuendo. But as they say, you should be careful what you wish for."
Arianne didn't respond, already fantasising. It had been months for her at this point, and she'd held out from ensnaring some pretty boy to not hurt her mission.
"Do you know why I'm not worried about your alleged promiscuous behaviour, princess?" Margaery asked, not waiting for an answer. "Because it doesn't matter how wanton you were before. After tonight, there's only going to be one man good enough for you. I don't need to threaten you into keeping your legs shut for all but your King, because all the little boys you might have given the time of day will seem so worthless after you've seen what Orys can do. Now, I think you're overdressed for this particular party, don't you?"
If there was one thing Arianne didn't need asking twice for, it was taking her clothes off. Well, not when the mood and audience were right and this was certainly the time, place and company for such a request as she rose up from her seat with a sultry smile. Margaery watched as Arianne slowly moved her dress from her shoulders and let it fall. Margaery, despite not looking away, didn't seem overly interested either, beyond an almost academic, analytic stare. So, she wasn't into other girls, she was just into watching Orys ruin them? Arianne could work with that.
It was a shame, in some ways, as Arianne enjoyed both the male and female forms, but that just meant that she'd only get to play with Margaery when Orys was with them. As she said, a shame, but not the end of the world. Highgarden must be far more tedious than Sunspear if Margaery had not… indulged in such things as a way to seek pleasure without losing her maidenhood. Maybe Arianne would be the one to introduce her to the concept? Not tonight, she didn't want to pressure and scare away Margaery. For all her confidence, Margaery remained a delicate rose of Highgarden.
Letting her dress pool at her feet, Arianne gave Margaery a confident smile. If Margaery was expecting her to be embarrassed to be nude, she'd clearly misunderstood Arianne. Margaery remained seated for a moment, her eyes moving over Arianne's nude form before she rose out of her seat and stepped closer.
"Between you and Sylva, I'm starting to wonder what they feed you in Dorne," Margaery mumbled quietly, reaching out and cupping Arianne's much larger breast. Lifting it, Margaery let it drop with some amusement at the obscene jiggling. She preferred dresses that gave her some support for a reason, even if most of her dresses were made for style rather than support. The pain she went through to be able to keep her best assets on display. After tugging on her nipple, Margaery let go and her curious gaze turned to a devious smirk as she took Arianne's hand and guided her toward the bedchambers.
As they entered, Margaery gave her ass a spank as she pushed her toward the bed, and Arianne happily fell onto Orys' suitably large-sized bed.
"You suggested this yourself, and Moonshadow was able to procure some on short notice," Margaery said, reaching for something under the bed and standing proudly with lengths of purple silk. Gesturing for Arianne to lie on her back, Margaery moved onto the bed and began gently wrapping the silk around her, one strap going around her chest to hide her nipples while leaving most of her breasts on display, with another going down her stomach and under her to cover her exposed womanhood. Margaery was clearly unsure how to tie the ribbons on her 'gift' and Arianne herself had to admit that it was… not as simple as she imagined it as the pair worked to properly prepare her for Orys.
The sound of movement in the very room they just left made Arianne freeze, her smile growing rapidly as she heard Orys' regal voice commanding the Kingsguard to remain outside. No doubt he'd noticed something was off, as Margaery didn't come to greet him despite Loras being outside the room. Margaery paused, waiting for Barristan to leave before she left the room, leaving Arianne bound with her hands above her head and her legs spread wide. She'd even put a ribbon over Arianne's eyes, leaving her defenceless and with only her hearing to rely on as she strained to hear what they were saying. Margaery's voice was too soft to be picked up, but Orys' voice tended to be both fairly loud and perfectly clear and well spoken. It came from having to project his voice through the massive throne room from the Iron Throne, needing to be audible without shouting.
Even still, Margaery closing the door made it harder to work out what he was saying, and they weren't in a rush to come back as Arianne strained against the silk ribbons in frustration. The prize she'd been after since she arrived here was right there. What were they-
Were they fucking?! What kind of sick power play was this? Ooh, she'd be impressed if she wasn't so horny. It didn't sound like they were having sex, but they were definitely fooling around. Was Margaery blowing him? Damn it all, she could break free, the ribbons were hardly inescapable iron shackles, but doing so would be going against Margaery. Was she being tested? She'd waited months, she could wait just a short while longer.
The quiet sounds stopped, followed by giggling and inaudible words and then… footsteps. The sound of the door opening, light filtering through her silken blindfold.
"But if I wasn't going to be warming your bed for the night, it only seemed fitting to find another highborn heiress to take my place. Arianne and I have… come to an agreement, putting aside our petty arguments," Margaery purred as the two blurry figures came closer and then moved onto the bed, their weight shifting things.
"So I see," Orys replied, both lust and amusement in his voice. "Good evening, Lady Arianne. It's a pleasure to see you again. More so than usual."
"The pleasure hasn't even begun yet, Your Grace," Arianne replied, wiggling her nude form as Orys reached forward and lifted the blindfold away. Predictably, he was already nude and erect, her eyes widening at the sight of the cock that was inches away from her cunt. She had assumed that the rumours were at least a little exaggerated, even with Tyene mentioning pushing her ass against it during the healing. They were not, and she bit her lip at the idea of her taking that monster into her body.
"Aren't you going to unwrap your present, Orys?" Margaery asked, pressing her nude form against his side and kissing his neck.
Orys laughed, his hand sliding along Arianne's leg and up to her thigh before it continued to her breasts. Of course, they'd be the first thing he went for. Tugging on the ribbon, their admittedly shoddy binding came undone as the ribbon fell open and exposed Arianne's dark brown nipples for Orys' pleasure, his hand moving to cup her breast as Margaery had. Margaery had been inquisitive, playing with her breasts with more curiosity than lust. She'd also been gentle, tender… things Orys was not as he squeezed her tits possessively, even giving them a light slap as Arianne moaned.
"You've been flaunting these at me since the first day we met, Arianne. Teasing and distracting me," Orys scolded, as his other hand took his cock and slapped it against her pussy. The ribbon was still between them, but it was entirely unprepared to ward off a monster like Orys. A paper shield against a greatsword (or spear), and she had no doubt that she was one thrust away from taking his entire length into her waiting, wet pussy.
"You could have had them wrapped around your cock that same day, your Grace," Arianne pointed out with a sultry smile, pushing her hips forward to try to rub herself against his cock. "But I suppose this is better, isn't it? With us all on better terms, and the anticipation only having built up."
Orys chuckled, his hand stroking her inner thigh again before he grabbed the ribbon and simply ripped it away, exposing her womanhood to him. His cock pressed against it, dragged along her soaked lips as she let out a quiet moan. His eyes lingered on her breasts again, and she knew he was considering fucking them first, but then he just smiled and…
"F-fuck!" Arianne cried, as every last inch of that massive cock was thrust into her, splitting her open in ways that none of her partners had come close to doing. She hadn't fucked a horse, after all. She was suddenly glad that Margaery had sucked his cock beforehand, her saliva and Arianne's arousal lubricating the passage so it was merely shocking rather than painful. Arianne's eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open as Orys began to move with no time to adjust to the incredible sensation.
"That's it. This Dornish slut has been begging for your cock since she first showed up, so give her exactly what she wants," Margaery encouraged, kissing Orys. "And now she's all yours."
"Are you, Arianne?" Orys asked, one hand moving to Arianne's throat as he gently held it, his other hand holding her right leg as he angled himself so he could pound into her faster and harder.
"Y-yes!" Arianne agreed instantly, gasping the word out between her pants and moans. How did it feel so good? She wasn't some blushing virgin, sure he was the biggest, but it didn't explain the way that her mind went blank every time he thrust back into her tight cunt. Ha! She'd only be tight for him by the time he was done; it was no wonder Margaery didn't feel the need to command Arianne not to take on any other lovers. Would she even feel anything after this? "W-whenever you- mmmhn- whenever you want!"
"Good girl," Orys whispered, leaning in close to suck on the side of her neck, Arianne's eyes rolling back as he found an incredibly sensitive spot in an instant. "Your father never even thanked me for avenging his sister, so I guess I'll have to claim you as my Dornish prize. The bounty for the Mountain's head."
Despite the pleasure that was drowning her, she couldn't help but laugh at that. Her father would probably see that as an acceptable trade! Of course, he'd hope that Orys kept her here, out of his way, but trading her body for his revenge was certainly something her father wouldn't mind.
"T-then claim me, my King," Arianne managed to get out, already planning to boast to the Sand Snakes of his prowess. "Dorne owes you- fuck, harder, please- owes you a debt, and I am just the downpayment. Every Dornish woman should drop to their knees and suck this fat royal cock. Say the- ooh, gods - say the word and I'll make sure they do… just don't stop!"
In her mind, she imagined the Sand Snakes, Ellaria, the Fowler Twins and Sylva all losing their composure to this majestic cock. Tyene was already waiting for a chance to jump on it.
"Do it, Orys. Cum inside her," Margaery ordered, and even Orys hesitated in surprise, his thrusts becoming erratic for a moment before he steadied himself. Arianne shared a look with Margaery, despite the haze she was in, wondering what was going through the Rose's mind.
"P-please! Use me, Orys," Arianne pleaded, on the brink of her climax. "Fuck me like a silk street whore and flood my womb with your sticky, royal seed!"
Orys didn't respond verbally as he gripped her thighs hard and pushed her legs up until they were beside her chest, undoing the ribbons that were binding them, as he picked up speed. The entire bed shook with each thrust, the sound of their flesh clapping together filling the room as she climaxed from the force, her cries for more no doubt being heard by the Kingsguard and more.
Her cunt clenched down on him, trying to squeeze the seed from his shaft, and as he hammered into her with such powerful thrusts, she got exactly that. With a grunt, he bottomed out inside her, a small bulge visible on her stomach, as he unleashed his seed directly into her waiting womb. Gasping, her vision went white, tongue hanging out, and lewd moans filling the air.
To her embarrassment, she realised that she'd passed out, even if only briefly, as she came to, watching Orys and Margaery cuddling beside her, her arms no longer bound. As amused as Orys seemed, it did at least appear that she hadn't missed much as Margaery rose from the bed.
"I have to go. I need to wake up far too early to prepare for tomorrow," Margaery joked, giving Orys a soft kiss. "Arianne, entertain Orys while I get my beauty sleep. Orys, do try not to stay up so late that you overlay. Tomorrow is a special day."
"I'll do my very best," Orys agreed with faux-seriousness, giving her one last kiss as Margaery grabbed her dress and slowly began to dress. Orys grabbed Arianne, pulling her on top of him as she gave him a sultry grin. "Until tomorrow, Margaery."
"Until tomorrow," Margaery agreed as she moved over to give him one last, lingering kiss. "Now, ruin this bitch. I don't want her causing trouble tomorrow, so you'll have to make it so she can't move for the next day or two."
Arianne went to respond before Orys moved and pinned her under him once again.
"Your wish, my command," Orys agreed, flipping Arianne over so she was face down. Arianne let out a muffled noise of 'complaint', even as her ass rose to push back against his crotch. Margaery just giggled, leaving them as Orys claimed her once again, his hand gripping her hair as he began to pound her hard enough that they could probably hear her cheeks being clapped in the streets below the Red Keep.
Wait, was Orys taking that 'order' seriously?
– Orys Baratheon – Next Morning –
Admittedly, starting the actual wedding day by fucking Arianne in bed, then in the bath, then on the balcony, was probably a little… abnormal, but Margaery was very clear in her desires.
Utterly nude, Arianne pants as I finish dressing. Falia is quickly proving to be the second coming of Bella, not commenting on the nude, cum-stained princess of Dorne as she assists me, her hands brushing against my body and her breasts pressed against my back far more firmly than they need to be. Falia knows she was chosen for her beauty, and rather than be insulted, she's pleased that she had such a nice body that 'the Blessed King' hired her after a single look.
"I think they heard me back in Sunspear," Arianne jokes tiredly. With my blessings, I'm not so easily exhausted, but she's only human. "I knew I picked the right prize."
"Oh?" I ask in amusement.
"I could have settled. Plenty of highborn heirs around, but I've always liked the finer things in life. Why settle for anything less than the best?" Arianne flirts, wiping some of the cum from her breasts and licking it clean. "You live up to your reputation and then surpass it entirely. I'd almost pity Margaery if she wasn't so eagerly recruiting worthy aides to help her tame this beast."
"I have to admit, your presence came as a surprise," I confess. "While I know Margaery is not… jealous, you of all people were the last I thought she'd invite into our bed."
"We… came to an understanding. Frankly, it benefits nobody for us to keep up our House's grudge, and the very injury that caused that grudge has been healed by your magical hands," Arianne points out playfully. "Your plans mean you'll be interacting with Dorne more than your father, and that means interacting with me. Margaery understands that I'm more useful as an ally than as a rival."
There's more to it than that, but Arianne just gives me an innocent smile. Well, as innocent as a naked Dornish princess can look, which is to say, not at all.
"Uhuh," I agree simply, letting it go for now. Whatever she's scheming, Margaery has become a part of this web and I trust Margaery more than I do Arianne.
"I never did thank you for not punishing Nymeria for her… slip up, did I?" Arianne asks, changing the subject which gets a quiet snort from me. "And for helping Tyene."
"The blonde 'septa?'" I ask, getting a nod. "Nymeria reacted accordingly for someone entering your tent unannounced, during a moment of high tension. As for Tyene? I saw no reason to alert the High Septon when his gullibility has proven useful to me. As for thanking me? I'd say you did a good job starting that last night."
Arianne just grins, biting her lip as her eyes move down to my now-covered cock.
"Down girl, I do have a wedding to get to," I scold playfully, checking the time.
Today is the day.
— Bonus Scene — Cersei Baratheon
Today was the day.
In a matter of hours, Margaery would be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. A title that Cersei had clung to for years, that had brought her power, pride and influence. Today it became someone else's.
It should enrage her, but as she played her part in this event, she felt a satisfied smile on her lips. Margaery was not a threat to her. Mephala's gift had proven that. No, Margaery was a way to get what she wanted the most.
No, the thing that was irritating her was not Margaery Tyrell, soon to be her gooddaughter. It was the imp. She… understood that Tyrion was intelligent. He had to be to make up for being a deformed abomination. She understood that Tyrion was useful, but the fact that the misshapen imp was on the Small Council enraged her to no end, even if she forced herself to calm down and reminded herself that it was part of Orys' plan.
The idea of him being the Lord of a branch family had infuriated her before she'd reasoned with herself. This would effectively disown Tyrion; he would no longer be a Lannister but whatever House name he chose. That was… fitting. He was no Lion and would no longer pretend to be one.
But he was doing too well for himself when all he'd done was handle some whores. Orys was blinded by familial affection. Spotting the imp mingling with the highborn guests as he belonged here, the small emblem of Valyrian steel on his doublet.
Orys had made one for each position on the Small Council, and a fancier one for the Hand of the King. The Imp didn't deserve to wear one of Orys' masterpieces-
Her smile never wavered, her eyes moving through the wedding, even as her thoughts spiralled.