Margaery whined and moaned aloud as Hannibal squeezed her nipples and whispered such promises to her. She kissed him hard as her hips rolled with increased momentum against his. After a long moment, she pulled back to look into his eyes, her forehead against his as she breathed heavily, feeling her body tighten and climb higher, edging on an orgasm. "And if your Tyrell Rose demanded blood? If she demanded you do things that violate the laws of our gods, tortuous things to the men over whom you rule...would you do it?"