Hannibal rumbled at her words as a slow smirk crossed his face. He would be more than happy to do that. He slipped out of her and put her across his arms so that her feet hung off one side of his body and her head the other. He held her so that the mark on her neck would be easily visible.

His cock was still hard and they were both completely naked. With pride in his eyes, he carried her out of the chamber and past the gawking crowd towards their villa. There were a few shocked looks, but most were jealousy, anger, or rage at the prize he carried in his arms. His hard cock was glistening with their combined fluids and with the sweat on both of their bodies it was quite obvious that they had consummated their marriage before Bachuus.

Hannibal carried her all the way to their bed which had been made with fresh linens for their wedding night. He laid her down carefully before kissing her deeply and slowly moving to lie on top of her.