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[For Hannibal] The Raid

Since the Lannister execution and the overthrowing of Tommen Baratheon, Hannibal had settled into the Iron Throne rather comfortably with Margaery at his side. The Bolton reign had begun. And having already amassed a strong brood of children, the dynasty looked as if it would be set for some time.

Of course there were those who opposed their new King. Remnants of those loyal to the Lannisters, or the true Targaryen loyalists who considered Hannibal an unworthy successor in comparison to Daenerys. There were minor uprisings, which were put down with ease between the Bolton and Tyrell army.

But a raven arrived one morning from Winterfell.

The royal family sat at the breakfast table. Rhys and Reina were bickering over the last biscuit, while Aenar crumbled his food between his tiny fingers, and Margaery held Lorys to her breast to feed her. A servant brought the note, addressed to Margaery, which Margaery took with her free hand. Her expression turned grave as she looked to Hannibal.

"It's from Sansa. She says a few days ago a messenger from the Dreadfort arrived and told her that there was activity stirring on the Iron Islands..." she was nervous. The Ironborn were a salty, devious lot. Her grandmother had always preferred the quasi-savage Dornish to the Ironborn.

No sooner had she read the message, then the signal horn sounded and Gold Cloak rushed in. Black sails bearing the golden kracken were approaching Blackwater Bay at top speed - faster than any ship they'd yet seen. Margaery went pale.

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Margaery whimpered softly, her fingers found his thighs and she squeezed slightly, feeling the muscle beneath his skin. "I..." she hesitated, she had to in order to collect her thoughts. "I feel your brazen fingers exploring further south. You explore my body as though every inch of it is new to you."

She pulled forward just a little, just enough to look into his eyes. "And I feel how hard you are for me..." her voice was a low whisper.

Hannibal felt her pull away as she looked up at him. He turned her around so that she was now facing him. He slid her close but made sure his cock rested against her stomach as he pulled her close enough so that their bodies were pressed together as he kissed along her collar bone. "What do you feel now? Is there more you would like to feel?" He asked her lowly. His hands moved to work over her ass.

Margaery adjusted herself carefully, moving into his lap and facing him as he moved her. Both hands came to rest over his chest as she looked lovingly into his eyes. Margaery could feel his hard cock throbbing against her belly. The same belly that had carried four children to term with only one being lost, a total of five. But this exercise worked both ways; she wasn't the only one feeling, after all. "I want to know what you feel. Close your eyes, tell me, as I have told you."

Hannibal's hands continued to work over her ass as his mouth moved. Her words were met by him pulling back so that she could see his face as he closed his eyes slowly. There was a smirk upon his face. "You could pit a blindfold upon my face and I would be able to tenderly stoke the fire that burns within you." He stated as a show of how well he knew her body.

He kept his face in her vision so that she could see that he was not peeking. "I smell the faint scent of the Rose perfume you wear as it slowly fades from your sun-kissed skin. I smell the sweet flowers of the gardens around the palace in your hair. I hear how your breath catches in your throat when you brush up against me. I feel your perfect skin between my fingers. How your tight ass clenches beneath my strong hands to your supple breasts that make you melt and moan when I tend to them fully." He said as his hands did indeed shift from her ass to her breasts to begin kneading them to have her truly worked up.

Hannibal then leaned in and licked the side of her neck before kissing and bobbing upon it as he shifted up to suckle on her ear. He whispered with a low rumble into her ear. "I taste the teasingly sweet appetizer that is the salt of your skin. It teased me of the sweeter nectar within you that I greatly enjoy having upon my tongue. I can hear your heart beginning to race as your desire for more grows. I feel how your body shifts towards mine and presses into me with desire."

Margaery hung on his every word. When his hands moved up to her breasts, she did indeed sigh and her breath caught in her chest as tingling sparks rushed through her body. He spoke of her with such reverence and love. Even in her imperfect state, even with how she had treated him after he'd rescued her, he still spoke of her with such worship. When he nibbled at her neck, Margaery tilted her head back to offer it up to him.

When he finished speaking she took a moment and just breathed in his scent. The Boltons always had a dark, deathly scent about them. Hannibal was no different, though unlike Ramsay his scent was pleasant, musky. Margaery's fingers ran down his chest, along his strong arms and down to his hips. She paused there, curious if she should, or could, continue. After a moment she did continue lower, squeezing his thighs as she realized he was right.

Her desire for him did indeed grow. And even though Euron lurked in the back of her mind, the memory was fading. Margaery opened her eyes and pressed her forehead against his.

"Hannibal-" she kissed him deep as her body pressed tighter against his. She wanted him. "Be gentle..." she whispered.

Hannibal continued to hold her as he waited. He returned her deep kiss as he heard her words. He nodded his head in agreement. "As you wish my love." His hands moved beneath her to lift her before he very slowly eased into her. He did not thrust, he rocked his hips to simply stir his cock within her. That would cause the least amount of friction for her. He reached down to tenderly tub over her blur to build her pleasure.

Margaery tensed when he lifted her, and when he slid into her she felt a sharp stinging pain rush through her. She cried out sharply, but focused her resolve and soon enough the pain was gone again. She breathed heavily, feeling him spread her walls to accommodate his length. Margaery rolled her hips slowly in rhythm with his, taking him in, letting his cock hit every wall and sensitive spot inside her. "Gods....yes...." she moaned softly, leaning forward to bite his lower lip as she felt tension building inside her.

Hannibal was pleased at all of the sounds he heard. He noted that she did not seem to be in great pain as so far. He continued to simply roll and rock their bodies as he continued to build her pleasure up. He wanted to see if he could get her over without thrusting. He knew she was likely still tender and he had promised to be careful.

His hands were on her breasts as his mouth eagerly worked over the side of her neck.

Hannibal had a way of bewitching Margaery. He always had. He could drive her to orgasm with his words alone. The sound of his voice, be it a low rumble or a battlecry, made her tremble and weak in the knees.

The way his mouth worked over her sensitive neck made her whimper. She rolled her hips with his, building the friction between them. Margaery moaned as he hit each angle of her wet and aching walls. "Don't stop." She looked into his eyes. "Tell me more. Tell me how you love me. Tell me what you would do for me." She wanted to hear it aloud.

Hannibal continued to rock up into her as he felt her arousal growing. There was a low rumble as he pulled back to look deep within her eyes. "I love you Margaery. I would battle the gods to keep you safe and happy. There is. Thing Ibwouldnt do for you." He swore to her as his hands gave her nipples a light squeeze. "You are such a perfect example of beauty. I can never be satisfied by looking at you for just a moment. I must look upon you constantly to honor your absolute beauty." He said.

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?"

Hannibal growled lowly at her question as he continued to rock up into her and his hands worked over her breasts. "I would bathe the seven kingdoms in blood and roast the finest of flesh on a spit if you desired it." He rumbled before he felt his cock swell as he felt himself go over and fill her with his seed.

Margaery felt pain sting her core as she continued to ride him, but she pushed herself past it. She continued to bounce up and down on his cock, until she felt him twitch within her and fill her up with his release. As his heat flooded her core, Margaery felt her own orgasm rush through her. It was...different than before. Her orgasms with him were always incredible, but this one came with an intimacy and depth that she last remembered sharing on their wedding night. As though they were newlyweds once again, getting to know one another and consummating once again.

Her orgasm rushed through her, making her quake against him. Margaery kissed him hard as she water sloshed around them. After a few moments, she pulled back, still trembling and a little achey. "...Hannibal...would you...would you be angry if I said I do not want to conceive just yet?"

There was too much suspicion. If she conceived now, there would be some concern over the possibility that the child was born of Euron Greyjoy. If they waited several months, at least then the child would undeniably be Hannibal's.

Besides, they had four healthy children already.

Hannibal growled lowly when she went over with him and shared their mutual orgasm. He then listened as she spoke. He kissed her tenderly before pulling back to look into her eyes. "Of course my love. I can have moon tea prepared for you every morning for a few months of that would put your mind at ease." He said.

Margaery gave a small, almost childish nod. She didn't want to risk the rumors that her child was Euron Greyjoy's. Her child would be Hannibal's. Her child would be Bolton. Her child would be descended of Targaryen blood. She nuzzled him as she leaned down and kissed him again. "Shall we dry off? And...I would like it if we could take dinner in our chambers. Might that be possible?"

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Hannibal nodded his head as he kissed her temple. "Very well my love. I will arrange everything as you desire. Come, let us dry off and enjoy the view over the city while our dinner is brought up." He said as he scooped her into his arms before standing and stepping out of the tub so that they could both dry off. He sent a servant to bring their dinners up as she had requested.

Margaery smiled and kissed his jaw as he lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deep over and over again as he carried her to the bedroom. When they came to the linens, Margaery picked one up and began drying off Hannibal's body lovingly. She nuzzled along his neck and nipped at his collarbone.

Margaery had no issue standing naked so near to their balcony. But she leaned into him and made sure to stay close to Hannibal. She didn't want to be seen, lest her body be taken as an invitation.

Hannibal had seen how she curled into him. He grabbed a nearby curtain to pull around her body to cover her. "You are my Queen. I will not allow any other person to look upon your true beauty and live." He said as he kissed her temple tenderly.

Hisnarms were around her to hug her tenderly. He smiled as he looked at her. "We will only hold court for a very broef time tomorrow. We will be going on a hunt together in the afternoon. Does this please you?" He asked her with a smile upon his face.

Margaery looked up to him when he pulled the curtain to cover her. She smiled and gently pushed the curtain away, baring herself to him once again. A slight blush rose in her cheeks and she leaned into him again. "I'm not hiding," she replied. "I will not hide my body from you. I know you will protect me."

The idea of a hunt had her curious. She tilted her head and looked up at him suspiciously. "A hunt?" she wondered if it was a true Bolton hunt, or something more traditional. "It does indeed sound lovely."

Hannibal smiled as he pulled her close before pausing to look over her bounskowly woth absolute approval. He then pulled her close and kissed her tenderly. "Yes, my love. I have planned a hunt for us. Do you feel up to such activities? We will take the dragons along with a few of my personal guard." He said.

Margaery kissed him back and leaned into him, nuzzling her nose against his. She smiled as he asked her about a hunt. "I do indeed. Is this like our first hunt together when I killed the wildcat? Or is it...something more akin to a Bolton hunt?" she asked. If the guards were coming, likely it would be a hunt of wild game.

Hannibal chuckled at her words. He pulled her tight into his body as he looked deep within her eyes. "Our personal guard will be my three assassins. Lowyalnservants who will not question or flinch at whatever we decide to hunt." He said with a dark light in his eyes. This was indeed set up as a proper Bolton hunt. He wanted to give his wife her appetite for true hunting again. It would help her to see past what had happened and realize that the future was still there.

Margaery blushed as he pulled her in tighter and explained how they planned on hunting. She tilted her brow in interest and looked into his eyes. "Oh? And just whom have you arranged as our prey?" She was nervous for a proper hunt once again, but she wanted to move forward, and not drag her husband down.

Hannibal chuckled as he pulled her body tighter against his own. "Someone quite special that you will enjoy hunting." He promised her. Hannibal kept the prey hidden for now. He wanted her to be curious before they left. It would keep her in a better mindset.

Margaery's eyes lit as he spoke. She leaned against him and ran her fingers over his skin. "So mean to me, my lover. And to think I bore you four healthy children." She chuckled as she nuzzled him again. "Very well. Have it your way. Do I not even get a single hint?"

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