[Musebox] - An Arranged Marriage

[thekittenqueen]

Set after this.

[Somehow Robb had defied her expectations and kept his word about the marriage. Despite what his council had said and his mother had feared, he had pressed on with the alliance. Strangely, it was the people that seemed to rejoice publicly once the news had leaked (though the source was never found.) She'd always been loved and admired by the populace, but it was the first time that it had been displayed before the Starks.

It was comforting, showing that she had value...beyond financially.

The Tyrells were naturally pleased at the match, offering more than a generous dowry. Harvests, money and men were given to the Starks, a small price compared to their sudden rise in favor.

Margaery had accepted it all in silence, coming whenever summoned by Robb and offered him a gentle ear and pleasant conversation. Despite the time they passed together, they had not yet breached the walls raised between them. They were unfamiliar to each other, strangers, yet soon they would wed. Sooner than they had imagined.

When the day actually arrived, Margaery felt out of sorts, lost in a daze. Once more she was placing her head on the block. She was going to be a queen again, facing discord and suspicion once again. As she approached the godswood, she found herself wondering about the man that Robb Stark truly was. She had seen the King and the shadow of his father, but who was the man? Who was he going to be when they were alone in his rooms?

She looked calm and collected, but inside, she was apprehensive and uncertain. Everything was out of her control...him and their marriage. She never had lost control before, but somehow, it was wrestled away from her.]

Comments

[wolfhead]

Do you?

[ He seems a bit taken aback by that, even if he is a bit addled by lust and the way that she seems to fit so perfectly against him. He shifts, moving to press his forehead against hers and nuzzle a touch closer so he can look her in the eyes - right as she rolls him on top of her. His throat works in a swallow as he settles against her, hips hitching forward so the swell of his cock can roll over the warm heat of her skin. ]

Very... good.

[ There's an eagerness to him now, a nervous energy in every movement. He presses down against Margaery with a low moan from the back of his throat. ]

You're beautiful.

[thekittenqueen]

Yes. I never wished to be as such with my other... [She nearly said 'husbands', but thought better of it. She didn't want to mention other men, not when they were like this.

Lust seemed to burn throughout the room, heating them like a kindled fire. He was still nervous from what she could tell, but instinct was beginning to kick in. His body would know the steps, once his arousal took control of his mind. She wrapped her legs around him, digging his hips against hers. She could feel the hardness of his member, the heat of both of their sexes burning between them.

Taking one of his hands, she lead his fingers between her legs, showing him where and how to touch her. She guided him gently, hoping not to hurt his pride or embarrass him with this lesson.]

I think the same of you. You are remarkable, Robb.

sorry for the delay, busy weekend.

[wolfhead]

[ Robb, in all of his eager haste, doesn't seem to notice or mind the slight gaffe about the other men she's been with. He's much to focused on the way her legs wrap around him and the feeling of his skin pressed oh-so-deliciously against his. The head of his cock drags over her belly as his hips hitch forward in an involuntary little motion. Robb forces himself to pause, to take a breath, to wait, even if every nerve in his body is screaming at him and his instincts seem to want to do nothing more than bury himself in her until he's spent.

He can't be like that. He won't be a beast.

So Robb pulls himself short and allows her to guide his hand between them, fingernails sliding over sensitive skin, the tips of his fingers gliding over the lips of her sex and then the little nub of her clit, tentatively exploring and feeling, finding out what makes her gasp and moan.

He doesn't have words for a response. Not yet. ]

No problem at all! Glad to see you again!

[thekittenqueen]

[He seemed to have a better sense than most to, recognizing why she moved his hands between her legs and what he was to do. She had told Sansa once that women were complicated and pleasing them took practice. Most men would shy away from such a thing, but Robb allowed her to guide him and show him what to do. It was endearing, bringing out a protective instinct in her, hoping to find ways to make him feel at ease.

But all of these thoughts came in a rush and were soon overshadowed by the feel of his cock against her belly and the dexterous work of his fingers. He found her nub easily, seeming to take control and moved on his own accord. It was for the best as she lost all sense in her mind except for how wonderful he felt.

She didn't hide her responses, gasping and moaning whenever his hands moved in just the right way. Her hips bucked up eagerly, wanting to chase after his fingers until she was buried in climax.

Releasing hold of his wrist, she let her hand ghost over his cock, feeling and exploring his length. She traced over his hardness, following every ridge and bump until she finally wrapped her palm around, slowly pumping him in time with his own movements.]

[wolfhead]

[ All of this is new - how could Robb shy away from any of it when he's never done any of this in his life? If she's willing to teach, he is more than willing to learn. Her hands have left him on his own, but he's still imitating the movements she's shown him, doing his best to bring pleasure to her. If they're going to be married, he wants her to be happy. He wants her to feel just as much pleasure as he does. She's slick and warm underneath his hand and the tips of his fingers glide over her sex and against her clit, finally bearing down just a touch, teasing at her.

He pauses when her fingers find his cock and give him an experimental, slow, gentle stroke. There's a noise from him - pleasure and frustration - and then it melts into a low moan as she begins to pump him in a steadier, easier rhythm. His hips hitch forward against her hand, eager to find that pleasure and follow it until it's an all-encompassing ecstasy. He has to hold himself back, even if the moan that tears out of him makes it incredibly obvious where he's winding his way toward. ]

Margaery-

[ The name tumbles out of him. ]

That's- That's so good-

[thekittenqueen]

[She wants to prolong this and draw out their teasing as long as possible. He deserved his first time to be intimate and romantic, but with the way his fingers move between her legs, she was aching for him to be inside her. She felt as though she were burning from the inside, her body trembling under his touch.

She let out a strangled moan when she felt him bearing down, the pressure catching her by surprise. Any thought of teaching him was gone from her mind, her only thought was chasing that hint of pleasure that he was building within her.]

I need you.

[It was spoken in a ragged whisper, her hand stroking him more quickly, matching the frantic beating of her heart. She raised her hips, shifting so that the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.]

[wolfhead]

[ Robb can't help the oath that spills out of him when she cants her hips toward him and he feels the slick heat of her sex pressed against the head of his cock. His hand comes out from in between them and he braces himself against the bed, looming over her as he takes a deep, shuddering breath. He's preparing himself, as if he's about to plunge into water - and then he slowly pushes himself forward and buries his face against her neck as his cock parts her and he starts to slip into her.

Robb's body quivers and he has to pause for a moment, panting for breath. His whole body is screaming at him to keep going and he feels as if it's too much, too quickly, but he finally keeps going, sinking deeper and deeper until his hips finally touch hers.

He almost doesn't want to move. he feels as if he'll come apart. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[A sudden gasp tears from her as she feels herself opening for him. It's as though he has squelched a fire that had been roaring through her body, only for it spark back to life from his stillness. He felt good within her, warm and right. When their hips finally touch, she whispers his name against his ear, letting her hot breath tickle against his skin.

She runs her fingers through his hair, gently comforting him as he gets his bearings, drinking in the sensations of their connection. It's overwhelming, even she with all of her experience feels it. She wants to chase that distant feeling of pleasure, but she doesn't want to rush Robb. This was his first, he deserved to savor the moment for as long as he needs to.

She places kisses along his shoulder and hair, hoping to reassure him and bolster his strength.]

[wolfhead]

[ Robb's new to this. Maybe too new, because he's barely holding himself together as it is. He presses little kisses to her face, toes curling against the blankets underneath them as he tries to adjust to electric feeling the rolls through and over him. He mumbles her name and then carefully, slowly, starts to move again. Little rolls and hitches of his hips, a slow grind that begins to ease into a longer, slower thrust.

It's instinct that guides him and an intense, burning hunger that seems to consume him. He makes another noise against her ear - a gasp or whimper, a little moan that carries so much meaning. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[It was better that he was the one to dictate the speed, moving in his own time. In the haze of lust, she had forgotten how new he was to this. The instincts of his body had given way to more natural movement. He was learning and she didn't expect him to last for long, but gods, he had found the places in her body that had her hips rocking up to meet his. Were he to manage, they both might find pleasure this night.

She muttered an oath beneath her breath, tightening her legs around him as her hips rolled up. He was so responsive, encouraging her that this night would not be a disappointment to him. There would be more couplings to come, many of them playing out in her head. The fantasies as arousing as his movements inside her.

She dragged her nails up his spine, shuddering beneath him.]

Gods yes!

[wolfhead]

[ He isn't going to last very long. Not for his first time. It's all a bit too overwhelming, too good. The electric feeling that runs through his limbs and the knot of tension in his belly are building and building and it's just too much for him, in the end. He can feel himself starting to go over that edge, that sharp, sudden slide into light and white-hot ecstasy. His whole body tenses, his thrusts becoming ragged and quick and as he tries to bury himself as deep as he can inside of her. His voice tears out of him in another moan, half muted as he tries to keep himself under control.

He can't keep himself back from the edge and so instead he sinks into it, lets himself go, and he comes apart with a long, low gasp, face screwed up as his body tenses again and his feet dig for purchase against the mattress. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[She could recognize the signs that he was near to coming. The way that his body tensed inside of her, the frantic thrusts that were losing a basic rhythm and were becoming desperate. She was careful to mask any moans of frustration, not wishing to put him off or embarrass him. It was to be expected for his first time and she knew too well how easily an ego could be bruised over such a thing.

She had certainly felt like a fool her first time as well.

As he gasped, his body rigid as his orgasm raced through him, she held tightly to him, embracing him lovingly. She kissed his shoulders, caressing him tenderly. She could manage without achieving her own ends, wishing instead to make this moment as special and pleasant as it could be for him.

In either case, the marriage was no consummated.]