Lucas made himself comfortable in the chair and waited for Margaery to speak. Despite all the confidence she was trying to portray, she was slightly fidgeting. It was easy for Lucas to observe everything.
"So," Lucas broke the silence when it looked like Margaery would take forever to say a word, "I wonder what Lady Tyrell wanted to meet me for at this hour."
"It… is nothing really important," Margaery fumbled slightly with her prepared answer. "It is just that we have not been able to see each other properly these past few days, apart from a few moments."
"And since you are only free in the evening, I thought maybe we could spend some time together. Enjoy some wine together."
"I hope you do not mind," she added in the end.
Lucas chuckled lightly in response.
"It seems Lady Tyrell is forgetting that we had breakfast together only a couple of days ago," he said. "And I even showed you around the construction being done in the new city not long before."
"That…" Margaery searched for a response.
"Not that I mind," Lucas cut in. "Being invited by such a lovely and beautiful lady is always a pleasure."
Margaery smiled faintly, slowly regaining her confidence. Generally, it had always been she who kept things under control, but Lucas Lannister's presence caused her heart to stir.
In front of him, her confidence and privileges seemed to vanish, and in their place rose a quiet desire to please him. This was not something she had expected. Such was Lucas' charisma and presence.
The maid, meanwhile, entered once again with a tray in her hands. It held some snacks and two cups of wine.
"My lady," she bowed, placing the tray on the table between them. Margaery gave her a nod, and the maid scurried out, closing the door behind her.
"Ser Lucas," Margaery said, gesturing for him to take the wine. It was his own Sky Pearl Wine.
Lucas picked up his glass and took a sip. With his powers, he never had to worry about poison or intoxicants. And there was nothing in the wine. He did not doubt Margaery and her grandmother's abilities to resort to such measures but they would do so only when they would have lost any other hope.
"No matter what," Margaery remarked, "I do not think I will ever get over the taste of this wine."
"I take that as a compliment, Lady Tyrell," Lucas said, placing the cup back on the table.
"It is a compliment, Ser Lannister," Margaery smiled, though a bit stiffly.
"You seem worried," Lucas said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," she nodded. "Grandmother says that we will be leaving King's Landing in a week. She says a month's stay is already overstretching our visit and we should not misuse the hospitality."
"I do not think the Red Keep has a problem feeding a small entourage from the Reach," Lucas joked.
"Well, with their financial condition, I cannot be certain," Margaery responded with a smile, amusement in her eyes.
"I cannot deny that," Lucas said.
The mood had lightened considerably. There was a moment of silence before Margaery sighed. The smile on Margaery's face dimmed as she stood up from her seat and approached the window. Outside the window, the blackwater way stretched as far as the eye could see. Though, apart from a few flickering of the light from the merchant ships leaving and arriving in King's Landing, nothing was visible.
"I will miss this place. I will miss you, Ser Lannister," she said softly.
Realization dawned on him as to why Margaery seemed so desperate. She had one week left to conquer him. Maybe he should ease her desperation.
He followed after her and stood next to her along the window. His gaze was soft as he looked into her eyes.
"I will miss you too, Lady Tyrell," Lucas replied. "Spending time with you has been a delight."
The faces of the duo were very close and both of them could feel the warm breath of each other. Margaery's breathing was frantic and her heart was beating wildly.
"I thought you would stop me," Margaery mumbled as she leaned in closer.
"Maybe I would," Lucas replied and both of them closed the distance. "Or probably not."
Their lips touched each other. It was a slow start and, in a moment, they stepped closer with their bodies rubbing against each other while both of them were sucking each other's lips. It was a kiss filled with gentleness with both them enjoying the sweetness of each other. Margaery's red lips were soft and Lucas was all in for sucking the juices out of it.
He wrapped his hands around Margaery, his one hand rubbing against her back while the other pulling her closer by her waist. They separated after a moment of kissing and as he looked directly into her eyes, Margaery's eyes were full of lust.
"Ser Lucas," Margaery almost moaned as she again leaned in. Lucas responded as he captured her lips.
This time both of them had lost their initial gentleness. It was a passionate and wild kiss. Lucas pried open Margaery's mouth as both their tongues collided and duelled with each other. The wet saliva exchanged their mouths and it looked like both wanted to devour each other.
Margaery was rubbing her body against Lucas with her breast pressing Lucas' chest and her hands clenching his hair and head. Lucas' hands had moved towards her ass and he was busy fondling the soft, supple and round flesh of the Rose of the high Garden.
Both of them separated with Margaery gasping for air. Lucas held her by her chin as he tilted it up and made Margaery look upwards towards him.
"Ser Lucas," Margaery moaned again. She sounded too desperate.
Lucas turned and made Margaery lean against the window with her back towards him. He leaned in on her with his throbbing cock grinding over her ass while both his hands found their way towards her breast.
He took hold of her boobs from above the clothes only and gave them a tight squeeze.
"Ah!" Margaery moaned and gasped as Lucas' hands fondled with her breast. This continued for a couple of moments when Lucas ripped apart the thin fabric of the gown revealing her bare breast.
"This was an expensive gown, Ser Lucas," Margaery added with a moan.
"Nothing that Lady Tyrell could not afford," Lucas replied as his hands groped her bare breast and clenched them. "Or I could have dozens stitched for you."
"I will hold you accountable for the promise," Margaery gasped as she felt a sudden current running through her body.
"Never knew getting my breast squeezed could be so pleasurable," she remarked with heavy breathing. "Milisa claims to be an expert of these things but she hardly pleasured me in such a way."
"Your handmaiden?" He asked as he pinched her erect nipples.
"Yes… Ahh!" She moaned.
This was not an unexpected or unique situation. A lot of ladies, especially of noble birth, were used to pleasure by their maids. In this type of society, where sex was too desirable and yet there were a lot of restrictions of noble ladies and fear of ladies tarnishing their house names, it was a great option.
Lucas let go of her breast and took a step back. He brought his hands backwards and gave a spank on her ass.
"Ahh!" She cried out in pleasure. "Ser Lucas."
Lucas then ripped apart her gown below her waist as it completely slid down her body revealing her fully nude form to him. He pulled a few strings of his clothes and all his clothes too dropped on the ground.
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