randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery found herself amazed by his feats of strength. She kept her face buried into his neck as he carried her into the castle. Roses didn't do well in the cold. It seemed like forever until she felt the heat of the fire and stirred to life again. Margaery glanced up as he set her down and helped her settle into the seat. She pulled her cloak tighter about her and curled into herself in front of the fire.

"Did you...carry me all that way?" She asked. His strength certainly was impressive.

The pups turned in circles as they entered, and Moanna toddled up to Margaery and yipped playfully, sitting at her feet and squirming in excitement until Margaery reached down and stroked her soft little ears.

Hannibal noted that it seemed to be taking her quite a bit longer to thaw out than he had thought. He was removing different layers and moved to remove her cloak that was soaking wet from snow. He was down to a simple tunic and his trousers. He helped her out of her gloves and boots before he regarded her for a moment.

He gave a slight smile at her question. "I did indeed. You are quite light My Lady." He said before frowning slightly. "Are you still cold?" He asked her.

Margaery moved as she needed to for him to remove her wet clothes. She already felt much better. But she was still shivering. Margaery looked up to him sheepishly as he asked how she felt. "I'm afraid I am - forgive me, it seems my body has not yet adjusted to this climate."

She felt weak and silly, still shivering from only being outside a short while. "You must think me foolish indeed, to still be this cold," she looked to the fire and another shiver rolled through her.

Hannibal shook his head when she continued to shiver. He moved to lock his chamber door as he returned to her side. He put some hot coals into a metal pan that he then moved to slide beneath the bed to warm it up. He stood by her side and picked her up. He set her by his large bed. "Your clothes are wetter than I had thought. You will grow warmer if you were bare and slipped beneath these covers." He said as he began to undo the strong leather laces for her.

The fabric would begin to fall off of her body from the weight of the water alone. She would have to take the pants off on her own.

Margaery yelped slightly in surprise when he lifted her. This made Moanna jump up, already protective of her Mistress. But when she realized the man wasn't hurting her, Moanna curled up near the fireplace.

Margaery looked to Hannibal with a suspicious smile. But she let him begin to undress her. The wet dress fell in a wet heap at her feet, and Margaery reached to peel off her wet pants. She faced forward though, keeping her front hidden from his view and glanced over her shoulder.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you had some control over the weather in an attempt to get me in this position, naked in your bed," she teased, covering herself with her hands and sliding into bed, pulling the sheets up over her.

Hannibal was a bit relieved that she showed a bit of spirit at his instructions. He did not watch her, but he did listen as she slipped beneath the covers. He turned to face her. "I am a very patient man My Lady. I did not need such a ruse for you to wind up in my bed." He said with a slightly smug look on his face.

He moved to lay down on top of the covers next to her. "If you are still cold the only thing more I can offer is to join you beneath the covers. If that is necessary, it would be best if I were bare as well. However, I can keep my small clothes on if that would make you more comfortable." He said. He gave a whistle for the pups to come up on the bed and curl up around them for added warmth. Even Moanna was atop the bed.

Margaery tilted a brow at that comment. "Really? Speaking from experience, are we my Lord? I suppose I am not the first lady to appear in your bed."

She found herself feeling jealous, but she'd been married before too, so she had little room to argue.

She was warmer, but she was still shivering. Moanna cuddled closer against Margaery's ribs and curled up beside her. Margaery leaned in closer, enjoying the warmth as it was for now.

Hannibal reclined beside her in the bed, but still atop the covers. He reached over to feel her forehead. He would watch to see if she shivered again. "Is it warmer beneath the blankets?" He asked her.

Margaery smirked and tilted her head a bit when he felt her forehead. "You're avoiding my first comments."

But she settled in the blankets and nodded slowly. Still a shiver rolled through her body. "It's warmer, yes, but there's still a chill I can't seem to escape."

Hannibal gave a hint of a smile at that. "You should not ask a question you do not truly desire to know the answer to." He said with a slightly chiding tone.

He frowned slightly when she said that she was still cool. He got up and removed everything except for his small clothes. He slipped beneath the covers and moved next to Margaery. "Come close to me. I promise you will grow warmer." He said. He was bracing himself for her soft flesh to be pressed against him. He would be working very diligently to not grow too aroused, it would be a difficult task.

Margaery waited while he settled in close to her beneath the covers. She cuddled in close to him, sighing softly at the feeling of his warm skin against hers.

"I do not ask questions without wanting to know the answer," she sat up a bit, pressing her body into his, her bare breasts against his chest. "We're to be married. There should not be such secrets between us."

Margaery's lips pursed as she trailed her fingers idly along his chest, tracing his muscles. "I've trusted you thus far, have I not? I've trusted you on your honor with what will happen when we are married. If I'm to be your wife, I want to know what that truly means."

There was no smile on her face but there was also no harshness in her tone. "How many women have you had? Do you often entertain them still? Will there come a time when I must step aside and allow another into your bed?"

Not that she would approve of any of this, but still.

Hannibal felt her curl into him and he noted that she did feel a bit cool, but also perfectly soft in all of he right places.

He looked down and into her eyes. He gave a nod of his head. "That is a fair point My Lady. I have only bedded two women. Neither of whom I have seen since. I have not enjoyed the company of a woman in my bed since I was far younger. Not even the whore my brother sent to me as a gift. I sent them away with some silver for their trouble. I believe that once I have had a proper taste of you, there won't be a woman alive who could compare My Lady. You have no need to fear infidelity from me." He promised her.

He then gave her a look with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Now, tell me truthfully. Am I betrothed to a maid?" He asked.

Margaery listened carefully and rested her head briefly against his shoulder. She listened to his words, to the heartbeat beneath his chest. "And...were these women that meant something to you? Or simply a means to an end?"

She was glad that Hannibal was so unlike his brother; that Ramsay was cruel and Hannibal was by far a better leader and lord. When he looked to her eyes and asked her that question, she blushed and looked down before looking up again.

"You're of course aware that Renly preferred the company of men. As such, our marriage was never consummated. Not once." She began. "Joffrey died on our wedding day, but if I'm honest, that did not sadden me."

Joffrey sickened her. He was cruel and horrible. He would have killed and tortured her if given the chance.

"Yes, my Lord. I am a true maid," she leaned up and whispered against his lips. "But that doesn't mean I know nothing of pleasing a man in bed."

Hannibal shook his head. "They were a means to an end for my father, not for myself. Once to learn how to be with a woman once I was of age. The second time to put a lower lord in place." He said.

He did not give further details of that second encounter, but he had not laid with a woman for his own gain. Something that should set Margaery at ease.

He chuckled at her tease as he shifted an arm to hold her closer. His hand rested on the small of her back for the moment. "I must say that I am looking forward to discovering your hidden talents My Lady." He said lowly.

He still had enough self restraint to not touch her inappropriately. He was indeed tempted. However, he was not going to be that bold first. He would react if she trailed her fingers over him more.

To a degree Margaery was put at ease. But still, something bothered her. She bit her lower lip and looked up to him. "And if your father called upon you again, after we were wed, would you have to answer and do such things again?"

She may not have had to fear his infidelity, but the idea of him being forced to do something as a familial obligation unnerved her. She didn't want him to do it.

Margaery found it too easy to cuddle in close as he held her. She lay partially atop him, her chest over his, her legs parted with one thigh between his legs. Her hair fell down her back and over one shoulder as a cascade of brunette curls. "You'll have to be patient, I plan on remaining a maid until my wedding night."

Still, it was natural, leaning into him, letting her lips press over his and her fingers run over his chest, feeling the muscle and strength beneath his skin.

Hannibal knew what she feared. "Do not worry. He won't order such a thing after we are wed." He promised. He doubted his father would make him do any such thing prior either. It would not end well with what he intended to stir up at the red keep.

Hannibal felt her shift and took a moment to keep himself under control. "Fear not My Lady. My father trained me well with self control. You need not fear of me claiming you before our wedding night." He assured her before shifting so that she could rest her leg over his mostly soft cock. If she were wise, she would at least prepare herself mentally for him. He was gifted greatly by the gods. The Maester told his father once he was of age that he should produce a legion of children of he married a strong woman built to birth children.

Margaery tilted a brow and looked at him in amusement. "He taught you self control? I thought you Boltons were all about indulgence?"

When he moved her, Margaery felt his cock against her leg and her eyes widened a bit. Renly had nothing on Hannibal. She found herself blushing, worried that she wouldn't be able to accommodate him. But that fear would be dealt with on their wedding night.

Margaery continued tracing over his muscles and bones, loving every curve and sweep of skin. "Mmm...then I shall look forward to that night." Margaery leaned down and dragged her lips over his jaw, trailing down to kiss his neck and chest, over his beating heart. She even nipped playfully at his skin.

Hannibal felt her brush over his length and noted the blush and how her eyes widened. That was all he needed to know that she was indeed inexperienced with a gifted man.

He gave her a slightly amused smirk. "Self control is the first lesson learned by a Bolton." He said as he felt her soft lips trailing over his neck and chest. He rumbled lowly as she continued. "What is the first lesson a Tyrell learns?"

Margaery smiled when she heard that rumble. Her body arched against his, her soft breasts and folds pressed or just brushing against his body.

"The guest lesson a Tyrell learns is how to be courtly, polite and demure," Margaery leaned back just a little so that he would see the spark in her dark eyes. "The first lesson I learned was how to observe. How to observe an enemy and discover their weakness. How to observe a man, and what brings him pleasure..."

At the last part, Margaery dragged her tongue along the groove of his neck and nipped playfully at the neck up near his ear. She couldn't help moaning softly as she pressed her body against his.

Hannibal watched her carefully. He saw the glint in her eyes as he felt her intentionally teasing him. He rumbled lowly and the pups shifted to the corner of the bed. "Be careful of your actions. You might stir something up that you are not prepared to resolve." He said lowly as warning. With how she was position she would feel his cock twitch.

Margaery smirked as she looked down at him. Her leg rubbed softly against him as she felt his cock twitch. "You think me incapable of stopping you if you move in a manner I don't like?"

Margaery nuzzled against his neck and kissed over his jaw. "You can't go too far with me - they'll inspect the bedsheets after our wedding night. If I'm not a true maid that night, they will know. So you'll have to exercise that Bolton self control."

Hannibal shifted a hand to grip the back of her head to tilt her head up to look into his eyes. "If you are intent on teasing me with what I must wait for. Then you should send a raven to your grandmother to hasten the preparations for the wedding." He said with a slight rumble in his voice. One hand shifted to rest on her hip.

Margaery smirked at the reaction she got from him. "My grandmother will honor her word, my Lord. The wedding will be ready upon our arrival if that is what she agreed to. But, if you would prefer I return to my own bed and cease with my teasing, I am of course obligated to do so."

Margaery did make it a point to arch her hips against his body, letting him feel her wet folds against his thigh.

Hannibal looked deep into her eyes for a moment. That teasing rub was what prompted action from him. He pulled her face close to his slowly as his free hand shifted to one of her full breasts. He gave it a nice, slow squeeze. "Only if you consent to trust that I will keep your maiden hood intact until our wedding night." He said lowly. He knew how to give a woman pleasure without penetrating. He had read many books.

Margaery yelped in surprise when he pulled her face up. As he began squeezing and caressing over her breast, Margaery moaned softly. No one had ever wanted her this way. Renly had never looked upon her in lust, Joffrey had looked upon her in admiration but never with true desire. Margaery had ached for so long, wanting the touch of a man, deep inside.

Did she trust him with that? With her maidenhead that she had guarded so fiercely, excepted when offered to Renly. Margaery nodded slowly, apprehensively.

"Yes, I trust you," she nodded again. It was only then that her hand moved beneath the covers, down his abdomen and to his semi-hard manhood and gave it a generous squeeze. It was far harder than Renly has ever managed for her.

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