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Title: Consummation
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Renly/Margaery, references to Renly/Loras and Margaery/Taena
Word Count: 465
Summary: Renly and Margaery consummate their marriage.
He had never been alone with Margaery before, Renly realized. Loras had always been with them. But Loras could not have stayed in their bridal chamber without causing even more gossip.
For once there was no one to put on a show for, so Renly did not have to act the doting husband or Margaery the shy maid. “It was a good feast,” he commented. “That sauce over the roasted swans was delicious and did you see the shameless way Lady Merryweather danced with Bryce?”
“Taena is quite the flirt,” Margaery agreed. She eyed Renly’s erection. “You are bigger than most, surely, else I would not hear my maids complain so often.”
Renly stroked himself. “That I am, my lady.”
“And you must know how to use it or you would not have captured my brother’s heart.”
He desired Margaery no more than she desired him, but marriages needed to be consummated and kings needed heirs. “Will you prepare yourself, or, ah, would you like me to assist?”
“Thank you, but it’s not necessary.” Margaery slid her hand between her legs.
Renly watched her with more curiosity than arousal as her eyes fluttered open and close and she breathed hard. That sound she made was a lot like the one Loras gave every time Renly sucked him.
“It’s probably best - for our purpose -if you don’t finish now,” he said. “I have a book from Lys that claims a woman’s climax serves to draw a man’s seed deeper and increases the chances of getting her with child.”
“All right then.” Margaery spread her legs wide.
Renly mounted her and thrust inside. She was warm and slippery, but not as tight as her brother. He supposed she found him lacking too, compared to Taena Merryweather’s skilled tongue and nimble fingers. He ignored her breasts and focused on her face, with its big brown eyes and fine bones just like Loras’s. However in the end he had to close his eyes and remember that first time with Loras at Storm’s End.
Margaery pushed him off her and fingered herself to her satisfaction. Renly hoped his seed took root in her womb. If they were lucky, they would have a son within a year. A boy who resembled Loras would be sweet, but the Baratheon look was strong. A black-haired, blue-eyed boy would be more than Stannis, with his ugly daughter, or Cersei, with her golden-haired brats, could boast.
Renly yawned and rolled away from his bride. “Sleep well, my lady.”
“Pleasant dreams, Your Grace.”
His dreams were pleasant. He dreamt he was on the Iron Throne, with Loras beside him, not in a plain white cloak, but a bright rainbow one. He was smiling when he awoke, and ready to do his duty with his queen again.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Renly/Margaery, references to Renly/Loras and Margaery/Taena
Word Count: 465
Summary: Renly and Margaery consummate their marriage.
He had never been alone with Margaery before, Renly realized. Loras had always been with them. But Loras could not have stayed in their bridal chamber without causing even more gossip.
For once there was no one to put on a show for, so Renly did not have to act the doting husband or Margaery the shy maid. “It was a good feast,” he commented. “That sauce over the roasted swans was delicious and did you see the shameless way Lady Merryweather danced with Bryce?”
“Taena is quite the flirt,” Margaery agreed. She eyed Renly’s erection. “You are bigger than most, surely, else I would not hear my maids complain so often.”
Renly stroked himself. “That I am, my lady.”
“And you must know how to use it or you would not have captured my brother’s heart.”
He desired Margaery no more than she desired him, but marriages needed to be consummated and kings needed heirs. “Will you prepare yourself, or, ah, would you like me to assist?”
“Thank you, but it’s not necessary.” Margaery slid her hand between her legs.
Renly watched her with more curiosity than arousal as her eyes fluttered open and close and she breathed hard. That sound she made was a lot like the one Loras gave every time Renly sucked him.
“It’s probably best - for our purpose -if you don’t finish now,” he said. “I have a book from Lys that claims a woman’s climax serves to draw a man’s seed deeper and increases the chances of getting her with child.”
“All right then.” Margaery spread her legs wide.
Renly mounted her and thrust inside. She was warm and slippery, but not as tight as her brother. He supposed she found him lacking too, compared to Taena Merryweather’s skilled tongue and nimble fingers. He ignored her breasts and focused on her face, with its big brown eyes and fine bones just like Loras’s. However in the end he had to close his eyes and remember that first time with Loras at Storm’s End.
Margaery pushed him off her and fingered herself to her satisfaction. Renly hoped his seed took root in her womb. If they were lucky, they would have a son within a year. A boy who resembled Loras would be sweet, but the Baratheon look was strong. A black-haired, blue-eyed boy would be more than Stannis, with his ugly daughter, or Cersei, with her golden-haired brats, could boast.
Renly yawned and rolled away from his bride. “Sleep well, my lady.”
“Pleasant dreams, Your Grace.”
His dreams were pleasant. He dreamt he was on the Iron Throne, with Loras beside him, not in a plain white cloak, but a bright rainbow one. He was smiling when he awoke, and ready to do his duty with his queen again.