This process was then repeated, Sansa slowly moving from one nipple to the other, and back again, pressing a lot of kisses as she went, especially in the area directly around Margaery's nipples. The sweet girl even decreased the force of the suction, so that it wouldn't be too overwhelming for her poor victim. Or at least, that seemed to be the idea.
Honestly, this was pretty overwhelming, no matter what happened. Especially considering it was hard not to think about where this could be leading too. Admittedly, that could be nowhere, but at this point Margaery severely doubted it. Oh yes, Sansa seemed to be a woman on a mission, and sure enough, she didn't disappoint.
If anything, she continued to impress by going back and forth in between those tits, adding her tongue and eventually even her teeth into the mix along the way. Oh yes, that surprisingly talented tongue swirled and flicked her nipples, those lips sucked on them, and eventually the teeth dug into them, providing a hint of pain with her pleasure.
Admittedly, the pain was quickly soothed away, but it was far more than Margaery had been expecting from her sweet girl. Then again, was Sansa really hers? The skill at which she was doing this suggested otherwise, which hurt Margaery's heart. Although she wasn't sure she wanted the answer. No, she just wanted to enjoy this heavenly moment for as long as possible.
Sansa meanwhile wanted to give these gorgeous nipples the attention they deserved, but at the same time, she was aching to go lower and truly taste Margaery Tyrell. Taste her the way that she had been dreaming of doing for years, but especially on that long ride back to Winterfell.
Oh yes, after everything that had happened with Daenerys, and her servants, Sansa was hoping that she could seduce Margaery into that kind of fun, and to her delight, her friend had made it easy for her. And she was trying to remember everything her new Queen had told her, but ultimately she probably did move her mouth lower sooner than she should. Not that the other girl was complaining.
In fact Margaery was doing exactly the opposite, especially when Sansa reached her destination, and after a few long seconds of savouring the moment, stuck out her tongue and slid it over the older woman's pussy lips. Oh yes, the older and effortlessly sexy Margaery Tyrell let out a sharp cry which echoed throughout the room, along with the whimpers and moans which followed it, as Sansa slowly slid her tongue up to the top of her friend's pussy, even lingering on her clit for a few long seconds.
She then repeated this process over and over again, albeit without the attention to Margaery's clit. At least for now. She wouldn't be able to resist it forever, but she first wanted to give the goddess known as Margaery Tyrell a nice long pussy licking, so that was exactly what she did.
Again, this was alright with Margaery, who was currently stroking her long red hair, while continuing to make those wonderful sounds. Admittedly she had been doing that for a while now, ever since Sansa had wrapped her lips around a nipple and started sucking on it. But the volume just seemed to pick up, and eventually it was full of words of encouragement. Words which reminded her.
So much of Daenerys Targaryen. Oh Gods, Sansa was so very grateful to her new Queen for being the catalyst to this wonderful moment. Although, truth be told, she forgot about The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms for quite a while, along with everything else, as she was just so consumed by this wonderful moment. Especially the wonderful flavour assaulting her taste-buds.
For better or for worse Sansa had been addicted to the taste of pussy as soon as she had been granted the honour of being able to go down on her Queen. But as much as that had seemed like pure heaven in liquid form, that was nothing compared to the cunt cream of Margaery Tyrell. Oh yes, Sansa almost felt like she could cum, just from that first taste.
Which begged the question, if this was how heavenly Margaery's regular cream tasted, what would her cum be like? Although honestly, it was a while before Sansa could even think about that, because she was too lost in this heaven. Which was obviously pleasurable, but the downside was, she exposed herself to be a shameless cunt munching whore. Although whether she had been turned into one, or this was her natural state, was up for debate.
Margaery would really like to believe that was simply natural talent, and that her sweet Sansa had always been a shameless cunt munching whore, just waiting for the slightest excuse to go down on her. And to be fair, there had always been some intense energy between them. Like, something might happen at any moment, and it was only the thought of the consequences which kept them apart.
Especially in Kings Landing. But honestly, she doubted it. Oh yes, for better or for worse, there was something different about her sweet girl. She was more sure of herself, and more confident. Maybe she could even be a top? Now that would be truly shocking.
She'd always seen Sansa Stark as a pure bottom, just a piece of ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. And, while it mixed the metaphors, she was a lump of clay, just waiting to be moulded into the perfect little sub bitch. The thought of someone else plucking that fruit, and moulding that clay, broke Margaery's heart. But then again, she'd had plenty of opportunities to do just that.
Mostly dangerous opportunities, but if this made anything crystal clear, it was the fact that Sansa Stark could have been hers the moment she arrived at Winterfell, and Margaery would always regret not taking this opportunity. Then again, it could've ended badly, so perhaps she should be grateful to this Daenerys Targaryen.
While she had never met the girl, tales of her adventures had made their way across the narrow sea, and by the time that Margaery had to flee Kings Landing, there were many who gossiped excitedly about her stories, and speculated what would happen if she ever landed on their shores. Although many more trembled in their boots. Which they were right to do, as they were mostly dead now.
Some of them had even deserved it. Margaery couldn't hide from her forever, but as she was unsure of the reception she would get, she was waiting until Sansa came back to her. If she came back to her. And apparently, that had been the right decision, as now the girl she had been crushing on was licking her pussy.
Admittedly, this was no guarantee that she and the new Queen could be friends. It would be very easy for Daenerys to see Margaery's claim to The Iron Throne as a threat to her, but this development made her hopeful. Because if the Mother of Dragons was open to sharing her toys... oh, the mind boggled at what fun they could have. Not that Margaery could concentrate on that for long.
In fact, she did her best to imagine Daenerys putting her to death in a variety of different ways, just so that she could experience the heaven that was having Sansa Stark lapping away at her pussy for as long as possible. Especially when, despite her actions when she first reached this position, Sansa seemed in no hurry to make her cum.
No, apart from the occasional tease to her entrance or even her clit, Sansa continued to give long, slow strokes to Margaery's pussy. Which was truly wonderful, as it allowed both women to savour something they had both clearly wanted for so very long. Although, it was also torturous, as it was something they both clearly wanted at the same time.
Oh yes, while it seemed that Sansa would've been happy to do this forever, and the Gods knew Margaery felt the exact same way, the redhead was no doubt craving the taste of girl cum, while the brunette was aching to cum by the time she said anything. Hells, it felt physically painful, and yet still, she insisted on taking it slow.
"More, mmmmmmmmmm, oh Sansa, oooooooooooh, please my sweet girl, give me more." Margaery finally moaned, quickly clarifying, "No! No, mmmmmmmmmm, don't make me cum. Not yet. No, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, slowly build-up to it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssss, you've been so good, and patient. Just be patient a little longer, okay? Ooooooooooooooh yessssssssssss, that's it. That's exactly it. Good girl. Oh yes, mmmmmmmmmm, that's a very, very good girl. Ah fuck! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, tongue my clit just like that! Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, sweet girl, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm, my Sansa, ah fuck!"
Providing further proof that she was a well-trained little pup, the 'Wolf girl' lingered her tongue over Margaery's clit for a few long seconds, and then just when it seemed like it was going to be too much too soon Sansa went right back to the gentle pussy licking. Only this time with every other lick she touched the clit of the 'flower girl', which was exactly what Margaery wanted.
Oh yes, she wanted a slow, gentle build-up, and that was exactly what she got, because from that things really escalated until she had no choice but to beg to cum. Ah fuck, the brunette really did owe a thank you to Daenerys Targaryen, as she honestly wasn't sure she could of trained the redhead better.
Or anyone, for that matter, given the inspired way that Sansa pick the perfect time to increase her attention to her entrance and especially her clit. At first it was just lingering over them both, but then the redhead started focusing on the brunette's clit, and instead of just slowly sliding her tongue over it, she began continuously flicking it, and even taking it into her mouth.
