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[For Hannibal] Cloak and Dagger

Daenerys Targaryen sat on the balcony of her villa, basking in the morning sun's warmth with her body bare, wrapped only in a loose white piece of fabric. Really it wasn't much of a cover, it was just a thin piece of cloth that wrapped from behind her, between her breasts and barely resting over her thighs to cover her womanhood.

She was glancing over letters and reports from Egypt. The Pharaoh - a female Pharaoh, at that - had completely submitted to Rome, thus expanding the empire's reach even further still. This wasn't good news.

Daenerys needed a weakened Rome. She needed Caesar's popularity to dwindle. Daenerys turned another page and found a letter reporting from the Germanic countries. The men conquered there had been forced to join the Roman military. Therein she found a weakness, and that made her smile.

She wanted nothing more than to overthrow Caesar and send Rome into chaos. Her family had been royalty; she wanted to reclaim that power and respect that her family had once commanded. The Targaryen name would be feared again, if Daenerys had anything to say about it.

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Daenerys was hanging on his every word. She kissed steadily harder and more insistent against his neck. As he came to the end of his speech she nipped hard at his neck, drawing a little blood which she licked up eagerly.

"Gods, yes..." she moaned softly. "Rome will be on its knees singing our praises. We'll re-shape the empire to suit our tastes and desires." There was warmth in her core, and her fingers brushed over her own belly. Already she felt herself anxious to carry his child. A son, strong as them both.

Hannibal felt how eager she was at his words by how she kissed along his neck. He nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed we will." He rumbled as his hand moved to follow hers as it traced over her stomach. "And you will bear strong children of ours that will be feared and respected." He added.

Daenerys grinned and tipped her head to kiss him hard. "Yes. Strong, perfect children, children only we could produce." Her violet eyes flashed as she looked at him.

"Rome shall never be the same."

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It had taken a day and a half, just as he'd said. Hannibal had found the high priest of Juno, and Daenerys had let the word get out that the former gladiator and rumored cannibal was set to wed the great Daenerys Stormborn of Clan Targaryen. Naturally the Senate was up in arms, furious with the idea alone. But they were unable to stop it.

The priest had wed them, bound their hands with ribbon per tradition, and with a few chanted words and a kiss they were husband and wife. The reception was held at the temple of Bacchus. Of course the Senators were in attendance and eyed Hannibal with envy and anger. Daenerys only encouraged these feelings by kissing her new husband openly and brushing her fingers over his tunic-covered cock.

She was hardly patient enough to wait until their wedding night. Though they'd already consummated their relationship, Daenerys was anxious to make the guests even more edgy than they already were. The senators needed to be aware without a shadow of a doubt that she was bound to her new husband. And the whores the senators brought with them as escorts needed to know that Hannibal in turn was all for Daenerys.

"Husband," Daenerys purred softly near his ear as she took his hand and pulled him towards a smaller chamber off the main hall, her wine goblet in hand.

Hannibal was glad that it was so easy to set up their wedding. He was glad when the ceremony was over and they were bound as man and wife. Once they moved to the temple of Bacchus to celebrate their union he enjoyed the envious looks he got from the senators.

He returned each of her open kisses with fire and passion and pressed his hips into that bold hand of hers. When she spoke and began to move towards the smaller chamber. He looked at her with absolute desire as he walked with her towards the smaller chamber. "Wife." He growled. He was already hard as he followed after her.

Daenerys laughed almost triumphantly as she pulled him into the smaller chamber after her. Once he was inside she pressed her body against his and kissed him hard, pushing him against the wall. Her lips parted and she sucked against his lower lip, nipping gently.

"Make me scream, louder than ever," she moaned softly against his lips.

Hannibal followed after her eagerly and noted that they drew a few looks. However, he ignored them and focused on his fiery wife. He rumbled lowly as he felt her press up into his body. He removed his toga and tore hers off of her as he moved to press her up against the wall.

"With pleasure." He rumbled lowly as his mouth went to her breasts and he began to work over and tease her nipples as his hard cock rubbed over her slit teasingly. He was going to enjoy claiming her with so many nearby to hear.

Daenerys cried out in surprise as he pressed her against the wall and tore her dress away. Oh, but she so loved the feeling - how forceful he was. Her arms wrapped around him, holding his mouth near her breasts as she looked down to watch his mouth work over her skin and her nipples. Daenerys moaned out loud as her body arched against him. "Gods...yes..." she moaned as her back arched, offering her breasts to him.

Hannibal already heard a few people gathering at her cries, but tuned them out to focus on satisfying and claiming his wife in this temple. His mouth continued to tease and work over her nipples as one hand moved down between her legs so that he could line up with her core. He eased the tip in, but went no further yet as that hand moved around to press and tease over that sensitive pearl at the top of her slit to get her nice and wet for his hard shaft.

Daenerys gasped as he slipped his tip inside her. She too heard the guests gathering near the doorway, but as he rubbed against her clit she couldn't think on them. Her back arched more, lifting her hips into his touch. Her nails pinched against his back as she pulled him in tighter against her. As his mouth continued to work over her nipples she couldn't help moaning out sharply again. It felt so good, she wanted more.

Hannibal growled as he felt the bite of her nails. He thrust forward to fill her fully with his cock before grinding into her to give her a moment to adjust. Once she had, he leaned back from her breasts to look deeply into her eyes before he began to fuck her hard, deep, and slow. His mouth moved in to kiss over her shoulder and up to her ear. He nipped and nibbled at her ear.

Daenerys used the momentum of his thrust to jump up a bit and wrap her legs around his waist. Letting him in deeper. Her arms tightened around him and as he kissed and nipped at her ear she moaned aloud, tipping her head back to offer him more skin.

"Bite my neck...mark me," she whispered. She knew he'd wanted to; and she wanted to feel the pressure of his teeth against her skin just as badly.

Hannibal growled at how much deeper he could get when she wrapped her legs around him like this. Her words sent bolts of pleasure racing through him as his cock slammed into her a little harder and faster after hearing her permission. "As my queen commands." He rumbled lowly in her ear before his lips began to drift down her neck. His lips brushed over the skin before he licked over the soft, pale skin. He was going to leave a series of little marks over her neck, but the prominent mark he would leave when they both reached their climax.

Daenerys moaned and whined when he nipped over her skin. She was so anxious to feel him mark her, it disappointed her when he didn't do it immediately. But it was hard to be disappointed for long given how hard and deep he was fucking her. She kept her core tight, clung to his length as he slammed into her over and over again. "All for you, my king."

Hannibal growled as he felt himself approaching his release. He sped his hard, deep thrusts as his twitching cock began to throb as well. His teeth were focused on her neck and he bit down hard and left a large, dark mark that would be visible for days on her neck as he buried himself deep into her and released his seed deep into her body.

Daenerys moaned and arched her body. The thrust of his cock deep inside her made her core tighten and tremble around his cock. When he bit down on her neck so hard and so suddenly, she cried out for him. As she felt her blood trickle from the bite, as he buried himself inside her and filled her up with his seed she felt her body trembling, quaking as she came. Tingling heat rushed through her, down to the tips of her fingers, traveling through her very blood. Daenerys cried out for him, loud and long as she trembled and recovered from her ebbing orgasm.

Hannibal rumbled when he felt her reach her release and he tasted her blood on his lips and tongue. He pulled back from her neck slowly to lick over the dark mark before moving up to her ear to rumble lowly. "Shall we retire to our villa my queen?" He rumbled into her ear.

Daenerys pushed her fingers through his hair and tipped her head down and claimed his mouth in a demanding kiss. "Yes - carry me off in your arms." She moaned, dragging her nails over his shoulders. She wanted to see the looks on the senators' faces when they saw Hannibal brazenly carrying off his newlywed naked bride.

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.

Daenerys threw her arms around his neck when he lifted her in his arms. She couldn't help throwing her head back and laughing almost triumphantly as he carried her. The senators stared, jaws agape and shocked, absolutely green with envy as Hannibal carried off his new bride. Daenerys made sure to make eye contact with a few of them, grinning madly and giving sighs of lust with every other step he took.

When he lied her down against the bed, Daenerys ran her fingers through his hair. She returned the passion of his kiss, moaning softly as her body arched up into him.

Hannibal felt her reaction to him being over her and hummed into the kiss. One hand moved up slowly to begin working over one of her breasts more gently as the other moved to find her hand and lace their fingers together.

He pulled back from the kiss slowly to kiss along her jaw as he lined his hard cock up with her entrance again. He eased the tip within her as he nipped and kissed at her ear. "Tonight I will plant a strong child within you my queen." He rumbled lowly as he set a gentler pace than normal of fucking her.

Daenerys wrapped her legs around him as he lay atop her. Her chest arched into his touch when he massaged her breast. The fingers wrapped around his and gave him a squeeze when he set that gentle pace.

"Yes...a strong child, the vision of us both," she moaned softly, leaning up to kiss him as he slipped steadily in and out.

Hannibal rumbled lowly as she arched up into him and seemed to enjoy his gentler pace. He returned the kiss as he rolled his hips and continued to pump into her at a slow and steady pace. He intended to fill her with his seed for the entire evening to plant a child within her.

It was a different pace than they usually went. That's what appealed to her. The prospect of being a mother, of having sons, had always appealed to her. Sons were always drawn to their mothers, so her son would have Hannibal's strength but she'd be certain that he learned to master both her wit and Hannibal's as well.

Hannibal was quite confident that she would bear him sons. They were both strong and he was confident that he would plant nothing but sons within her. He continued to fill her steadily as he moved to kiss and leave marks on the side of her neck.

After a few minutes, he buried himself deep within her before releasing his thick seed within her.

Daenerys moaned and arched her hips, rocking them in that steady rhythm with his thrusts. Daenerys had been married before, had carried a child before, nut due to witchcraft and strange circumstances, she had lost the baby - something she thought Hannibal should likely know. But not just yet. Not right now. Not as he was burying himself to the hilt inside her. She knew that she would be able to carry his child. His son would be stronger. As he erupted inside her, filling her again with his seed, Daenerys felt her own walls quake around him, carnal pleasure erupting through her and spreading that tingling heat throughout her body.

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