A Lion Trapped in Thorns [Jaime Lannister x Margaery Tyrell] - Prompt Winner

Synopsis: All knew the schemes of Cersei Lannister, and how far she could go in her hunger for control and power. But when the lioness clashed with the thorny rose, she failed to see the true extent of the Queen-to-be's schemes.

By Ms.Squirtle

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The Red Keep's court buzzed with anticipation as Margaery Tyrell made her grand entrance, resplendent in her Tyrell finery, to be engaged to King Joffrey Baratheon.

Cersei Lannister observed Margaery's arrival with disdain in her eyes. Every inch of Margaery’s much younger body exudes grace, yet she still had the fragility of a flower, something that men couldn’t help but want to protect. Cersei, however, could see the hidden ambition in her eyes.

When the opportunity arose, Cersei sought a private audience with Margaery. In the quiet confines of a secluded courtyard, the lioness approached the rose with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

"Margaery," Cersei called out affectionately, her voice dripping with hidden malice as she took Margeary’s hand, "It seems like a personal welcome is in order. You come to us with a history that speaks volumes. A history of ambition and... flexibility."

Margaery met Cersei's gaze with cool composure, gripping her hand back as a fake warm gesture. Her lips curved in a serene smile that disguised the turmoil within. She understood the implicit warnings, the underlying currents of distrust that flowed between them.

"Your Grace," Margaery replied with practiced diplomacy, "I am but a simple bride-to-be, eager to serve my King and, of course… My soon-to-be mother-in-law. Your wisdom is as sharp as your beauty. I hope when the time comes, you can set an example of cleverness, kindness, and care to our children."

Cersei's gaze lingered, a silent challenge persisting between them. They both knew the mention of ‘our’ left her out; singling Cersei out as a nobody when Joffrey manages to have children. If she didn’t do so willingly, she would definitely be made an ‘example’.

Cersei's eyes narrowed, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "Do not mistake kindness for weakness."

As the Queen Regent, Cersei wielded power with a fierce possessiveness, and the arrival of another ambitious woman threatened her fragile grip on authority over her son.

“Your Grace…” Jaime’s voice suddenly called out from the other side of the courtyard.

The two women looked over and saw Jaime gesturing for a private conversation with Cersei, his lacking hand placed on his back as he bowed, a subconscious movement to conceal something he was still uncomfortable with.

Margaery's gaze met Jaime Lannister's, the Kingslayer, now the stoic defender of his king. There was something in his eyes, a kind of humble bearing that he never had before—a broken man trying to rebuild himself.

Margaery Tyrell observed with a keen eye the subtle interaction between Cersei and Jaime as they strolled away from the sunlit courtyard of the Red Keep. It was in the way their glances lingered, the touch of their hands, the shared smiles that spoke volumes of a bond deeper than mere sibling loyalty.

Their intimate gestures were hidden but notable to someone like Margaery, fluent in the silent language of desire and secrecy. She could almost taste the bitterness in the air as she watched them.

With a sly smile curling her lips, Margaery plotted her move, a move that would unsettle the Queen Regent and gain solid support for herself.

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As night descended upon the Red Keep, Margaery found herself standing before Jaime's chamber, a jug of wine and two delicate goblets cradled in her arms. The torches flickered, casting dancing shadows that mirrored the darkness of her thoughts.

Jaime's eyes widened in surprise as he greeted her at the door, curiosity glinting in his gaze. "Lady Margaery, what brings you here at this hour?" he asked, his voice warm with genuine interest.

Margaery tried stepping into the candlelit chamber, her smile coy yet inviting. "I seek solace in a pleasant company, Ser Jaime,” she answered, holding up the jug filled with red wine.

Jaime tried to stop her from entering, feeling confused about her sudden interest. “It’s late at night, my Lady. If you need something, I shall be available in the morning.”

“But that would be too late.” Margaery chirped and got so close to the famed Kingsguard that their bodies almost touched. “I’m sure only the uncle of the king, my future husband, can help me.”

“You can ask the Queen.” Jaime didn’t budge.

Margaery smiled sincerely, her lips seductive. “How can I ask my mother-in-law about th… the things I want to know?”

"Why me, my Lady?" Jaime asked, his voice tinged with confusion and intrigue as he finally gave way for the young beauty to enter his room. "Of all the people in the Red Keep, why seek the company of a Kingsguard?"

"Who better than the most amiable of the Lannisters?" she said, walking past him and taking a seat at the recamier near the balcony.

“Amiable?” Jaime couldn’t help but smirk, knowing she wasn’t wrong in these chaotic times. His two siblings weren’t exactly pleasant company, and the rest were too absorbed in their own problems to even be considered.

He watched her make herself at home, her plump hips swaying in the thin cream-colored gown she wore. She was perhaps one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, though he knew beauty did not make a woman. He couldn’t help but shake his head as he closed the door, feeling deeply curious as to what this Rose of Highgarden wanted with a crippled man like him; But he followed her to the table nonetheless.

Jaime's lips curved into a wry grin as he poured the crimson wine into the goblets. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my Lady," he quipped, offering her a cup and facing her across the short table.

Their conversation flowed like the wine they shared, each word a carefully crafted dance of wit. They spoke of kings and queens, of alliances forged and broken, their voices mingling in the warm embrace of the alcohol.

Even if their conversation was friendly, Margaery’s movements oozed sensuality. The tempting opening of her low neckline, the way she licked her lips after a sip, and the high slit opening of her flowy skirt when she crossed her thighs, Jaime noticed it all. He tried to avert his gaze, but Margaery didn’t make it easy for him.

Margaery looked around the room, her gaze finally landing on the golden hand Jaime had placed on the table. “This…”

“Oh, that’s my…” Jaime wanted to quickly take it away, but Margaery was faster.

“A gold hand for the Kingslayer,” she muttered as she held it up, her fingers caressing the cold, firm fingers of the precious yellow metal as if she were examining every part of it.

“Noble… Strong… Firm…” Each word dripped off her lips as she allowed the gold hand to caress her soft cheek, dragging it down to her creamy neck and the curve between her bosom.

Jaime tried to ignore her; his eyes focused on his reflection in the goblet filled with another helping of wine. He couldn’t deny that he was charmed, but he still wanted to believe that he was a changed man now.

“Ummmm…” A soft moan suddenly brought his attention back to her heaving body.

Margaery slid the palm of the golden hand up her knee, caressing her honey soft thigh with it, and placing it at the junction of her thighs. She allowed the finger to brush against her sweet spot, earning a melodious, heated moan. She gently moved it up and down, letting its fingers caress her petals.

Jaime quickly got up from his seat and leaned over to take the golden hand away from her. "I think you’ve drank too much.”

“But I’ve only just started," Margaery replied as Jaime tried to reach her.

She suddenly pulled him towards herself as she laid back down on the cushioned long seat. Their lips met as her delicate hands caressed his chest. Jaime tried to get up with his one hand on one of the armrests above her head, but Margaery’s legs were already entangled with his.

Her tongue kept playing on his lips until it found an entry, invading his mouth and caressing his tongue.

Being intoxicated himself and burned by the desire from his loins; his own tongue went in and played with hers. He couldn’t care less about the golden hand that had already fallen to the floor. Her young and smoothly curvy body enticed his hunger, his bulge growing and pressing between them.

As they kissed recklessly, Margaery’s hand found its way to his back, caressing the curve of his toned waist. Her other hand dug in between their heated body, and her nimble fingers found their way to the thin strap tied around his waist, massaging his growing need as she tried to unbuckle it.

A slither of logic finally struck Jaime’s brain as he felt the ban of his waist coming loose. Wide-eyed, he quickly backed away from the kiss and looked down at her mischievous smile.

"You don't want this," he muttered with an expression of warning and slight disbelief.

"This is exactly what I want," Margaery replied and pushed Jaime off of her, causing his head to fall back towards the other armrest. She lowered herself on top of his chest, capturing his lips once more as her hands pulled down on his breeches.

She kissed and licked his neck and Adam’s apple, causing the burn in his abdomen to take over his mind. Her tongue continued to go down as she pulled his cotton tunic up towards his neck, kissing and nibbling on the contour of his abs.

“My Lady…” Jaime tried to stop her with his one hand on her shoulder. Before he could try to think more about it with the sliver of clear thinking he regained, the hardness of his arousal brushed against the ample, gelatin-like swell of her breasts, and he lost the words in his mouth.

Margaery went lower and lower, eventually having to place her knees down on the floor, kissing and licking her way toward his pelvis as his breeches and shoes came off. Her fingers brushed against the bare skin of his thighs and the exposed straining member, sending shivers up his spine.

To her surprise, the rugged knight was very clean. He still smelled of a virile breeder, but there was no question about his girth and length. She relished in the scent before finally extending her tongue to lick him from base to head. A low grunt reverberated through his body from the contact, and the poll of flesh started pushing against her lips.

Jaime’s body trembled all over as he felt her lips touching the crown of his loins. He lowered one leg by sheer instinct, while keeping one on the cushion of the seat, allowing her to do more. It had been a long while since he last fucked, not feeling the urge either ever since he came back to the Red Keep.

She happily stretched her lips around his cock, wetting it with each brush of her tongue as she sucked him in little by little. Her head bobbed back and forth, tasting every bit of his masculinity. She slowly sucked as she pulled back and massaged his cock with her tongue as she plunged him back in. Her hands caressed his family jewels lovingly, giving them the same kind of attention his cock thirsted for.

The tip of his cock was flushed so pink it was almost red, gleaming with saliva all over. Large beads of precum and spit trickled out at the corner of her lips and over the length of his shaft. Her throat felt so warm and inviting, letting his cock in so deep that his knob struck the back of her throat.

She was so experienced that Jaime almost thought that Joffrey was one lucky bastard.

Almost, since he would never admit that last part.

Throwing his head back on the armrest, Jaime exhaled a heated breath as he gritted his teeth, trying to control his urge to thrust into her mouth wildly. He could feel his blood gathering in his loins, almost ready to burst. His cock throbbed with the urge as his hip thrust forward a little, tittering on the edge.

Margaery's eyes narrowed at him with a satisfied grin while she gave him a long suck, allowing him to collect himself while drowning in pleasure. She loved how he already looked so relaxed and pleasured, and seeing him give no complaints made her eager to continue.

Jaime was on the brink, but Margaery suddenly released him from his agonizing bliss. He was a bit startled, failing to grasp that wonderful release.

She stood up, slowly untied her gown, and let it fall to the floor, revealing her charming figure. Her shorter stature didn’t take away from her charming body, curvy in all the right places. Her creamy skin complimented her thick, softly curling brown hair, beautifully cascading down her shoulders.

Jaime's gaze lingered on Margaery’s body, a hunger burning bright in his eyes. "You’re unlike any woman I've ever met, my Lady. You have a talent for finding trouble,” his voice was low and husky.

Margaery's gaze met his, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Trouble has a way of finding me, Ser Jaime."

She lifted her leg and straddled Jaime’s waist, carefully lowering herself on his hot, distended flesh. She bit her lip and let out a sultry moan as Jaime’s cockhead parted her salivating petals, slowly filling her up from below. The muscles of her inner walls pulsated, giving him pleasure beyond belief in return.

Jaime grunted in ecstasy, the tightness of her pussy engulfing him whole. His hand clenched on her thigh, feeling the soft skin and creamy flesh under his fingers. Then, his hand glided back to her plump bottom, grabbing it with force as he pulled his upper body up to welcome her pink-tipped nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, oh… Ser Jaime…” She yelped as Jaime nibbled and suckled on her jutting mounds. He captured her pink tips between his lips, tugging on them as her body moved up and down, fucking herself on his cock.

If the rumors are true… Margaery let herself go in pleasure, letting her scentful hair bounce around messily while her mind drew a scheme. Ser Jamie's seed is quite strong. If… Umm… I can't trust Joffrey to give me what I want. I’ll take it Ummmh… myself.

Jaime’s hand slid even further back, tasting the smoothness of her skin on his fingertips, finally reaching her back door. His middle finger twirled at the entrance of her puckered hole, teasing and pressing against a sensitive spot.

She kept moving faster and faster, letting his cock graze her responsive, drenched walls with its girthy length. His cock stretched her portals, pressing all the right buttons as her walls massaged the hardness of his loins with its throbs.

“Oooh ohh… Jaime, harder... yess… Ah!” Margaery cried out to the ceiling, almost losing herself. Her body trembled as her muscles knotted up, losing herself even more. Her wet walls instinctively clenched down harder on his thrusting cock. A great shuddering, clenching spasms of bliss took over her body, releasing the flood, oiling and polishing Jaime’s flesh sword with her nectar.

Letting her orgasm run its course, Jaime’s iron-hard cock went deeper and deeper, not even pausing. He couldn’t stand not being able to control her movements, so his one hand grabbed hold of Margaery’s smooth globe-like ass, pressing her body onto himself while his handless arm supported her lower thigh and knee from below. With a swift motion, he stood up from the recamier, carrying Margaery up as her body weight forced her down on his cock even more.

“AH!” Margaery yelped as her dainty feet dangled to the sides of Jaime’s hips; her arms instinctively hugging his neck.

Her body jolted up and down as Jaime plowed into her sweltering pussy while standing, his hips thrusting up into her like no tomorrow. With her breasts squished between them, Margaery moaned and cried in heavenly bliss. Jaime’s cock entered her fully to the hilt, striking her deepest walls nonstop, drops of their fucking drenching the floor too.

Sensing that he was once again on the edge of release, Jaime took three steps towards his large bed, aiming to take the dominant position this time. With her legs around Jaime’s waist, Margaery kept rocking her hips with each step he made, letting Jaime’s straining cock slide in and out of her wet pussy.

Jaime dropped Margaery’s back close to the edge of the bed. He kept shoving his cock in and out of her flushed pussy while standing on the floor, his now free hand cupping and squeezing her soft mound. He struggled to keep thrusting as all the muscles on his body stiffened up, thrusting slow but heavily.

“Gahh!” Suddenly, he could feel the dam breaking, frenzied pleasure taking over his thoughts.

But before he could pull out, Margaery crossed her legs behind his waist and locked his chest with arms around his neck, pulling him onto herself. She shoved herself on his length, taking all his creamy white seed in as deep as she could, for she knew this was the one and only chance she’d get to do this.

“Margaery!” Jaime looked at her in shock, her face flushed red from sheer fulfillment.

He quickly took a step back, releasing his exhausted cock from the blissful clenches of her pussy. He looked at her sweaty, gleaming body and drooling petals smeared with his white juices in disbelief. The reality of the situation finally dawned on him.

Bam!

“Fucking Seven Hells!” he cursed while slamming his fist on the table, causing the two goblets of wine to spill.

He quickly took his breeches off the floor while eyeing Margaery with fury in his eyes and swiftly left the chamber.

Margaery simply rested her head back on the pillow behind her, laying on the bed with the delight of feeling the liquidy bess between her legs. Her smooth belly trembled as she giggled, mocking Cersei.

Thank you for sharing your brother with me, Cersei. I will dutifully take care of your grandkids… I mean Nibling.

Relaxing, thinking back to Jaime, she thought, rather than Kingslayer, he was probably better off called Kingmaker.