randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery sighed softly as the silk fell from her slender body. She leaned against him and kissed him deeply. Her body arched against him. When he lifted her up into his arms and set her on the bed, Margaery sighed out loud as he settled over her.

Margaery arched her body into his, savoring the feeling of his weight over her. It felt so good, his heat was so much stronger than that of Highgarden. She loved it. As his fingers worked over her breasts, she sighed and arched her back to press her breasts more into his touch. "Oh yes..."

When she felt his fingers at her entrance, Margaery gasped softly. She felt a tremor roll through her bare body. Margaery slid one hand between them to brush over his hard length. Meanwhile her lips claimed his in a deep kiss.

She feared the pain, but she needed him.

Hannibal felt how she gasped and moaned beneath him. He would be certain the pain was very brief. He slowly eased one finger within her and began to pump it in and out of her slowly. He added a second finger within her when he felt she was ready for it. He could feel her barrier, but he would break that with his cock. He would pump up to three fingers within her to stretch out her entrance for his cock. He knew the rest of her passage would be prepared for him once he had this tighter entrance prepared.

He continued the kiss and groping of her breast to build up her desire. He broke off the kiss to look deep into her eyes as he moved his fingers out of her and slid just the very top of his cock within her. His hands laced with hers. He rocked slowly so she could adjust to his girth. He let her enjoy that pleasure before giving a full thrust to break that barrier and fully claim her. He groaned lowly when he felt how tight she was. He began to thrust slow and deep within her to build her pleasure.

Margaery whimpered as he slipped a finger inside her and brushed against her maidenhead. It hurt, briefly, each time his finger slipped inside and brushed against the barrier. But having his finger probe within her sent sparks rushing through her body.

When he added a second finger, then a third, Margaery cried out and whimpered softly in a combination of pain and pleasure. But the movements of his fingers made her wet and wanting for him. Her fingers laced with his as he lay atop her and readied her. Having his cock inside her had her moaning out loud for him. Then he slid inside, and Margaery turned her head back, clamping her eyes shut and crying out in pain as her maidenhead was broken. She felt warm, sticky wetness flood from her core.

But soon enough, the pain melted into pleasure. Margaery recovered with heavy breath and looked up to Hannibal's eyes as he drove into her. Deep and hard; she felt his cock stretch her out and made her moan. Margaery leaned up and kissed him hard, wrapping her arms around him to hold him close. "More...please, more..." she begged against his lips.

Hannibal saw that look from her and continued to thrust deep within her. He felt his cock throbbing deep within her. It would not be much linnet before he spilled his seed within her. He kissed her deep before pulling back a bit to look deep into her eyes. There was love in his eyes as he continued to thrust into her. He sped up his pace before speaking her name softly, "Margaery." He rumbled before slamming deep within her as his seed shot from his cock and deep within her core.

He stayed buried to the hilt within her as her tight core milked his cock of his seed. His cock remained hard deep within her. He was watching her face to see if she had reached her peak as well during that.

Hannibal had brought her to orgasm with his mouth before. But this was entirely different. Margaery cried out as he drove into to her, the pain soon ebbed and melted - forgotten as he made love to her. Margaery arched her back as the tension in her core built from the force of his thrusts. She moaned his name over and over again. "Hannibal...gods, Hannibal!"

Margaery didn't know what was happening. Suddenly she felt warmth flood her core. His warmth. Then it seemed like a trigger effect. Suddenly her own core was quaking and trembling until suddenly it burst over her. Margaery's eyes went wide and she cried out, her body bucking against his as she cried out for him.

Hannibal was proud to feel her orgasm as well. He rested his weight atop her for a moment. He then kissed her deeply as he adjusted her so that he could adjust them.

Keeping his cock fully within her. He shifted so that she was now stop him with her straddling his waist. He rolled his hips to stir his cock within her. "As my wife I see you as my equal. Are you prepared to ride your northern steed?" He rumbled lowly.

Margaery kissed him back and moaned aloud against his lips. When he shifted them, she chuckled and leaned down to kiss him deep. "More than prepared, my dear. But it seems we've soiled the linens. Should we not have them changed?"

Her blood dripped from her core, and from this new position she could see her blood beginning to drip along his belly. Beside them, where they had been a mere moment before, the sheets were soaked with her blood. She didn't want him to be disgusted from her blood and any mess they created.

Hannibal chuckled as he returned the kiss. "Did I wear you out already?" He teased her.

He saw the blood, but his cock throbbed and twitched within her. As a Bolton he found blood to be quite exciting. A slow grin crossed his face. "Let us soil them some more. If we ruin the mattress no one can contest that I was the first to properly claim you." He said as he rocked up into her.

Margaery smirked at his words and his proclamation that they continue. She took his hands in hers, lacing their fingers and pinning him down to the bed.

"Oh no, love. You haven't even come close to wearing me out," Margaery smirked as she adjusted her hips and dropped down against his hips, taking him in deeper than he'd gotten before. Pain shot through her core but Margaery simply bit her lower lip against it. It wore away soon enough and pure pleasure burned within her.

She leaned down and kissed him hard as she bounced her hips up and down over his cock. "And there will be no doubt that you are mine in turn."

Hannibal was pleased to see her overcome her hesitations and begin moving stop him. He growled lowly in approval at how much deeper he felt himself sink within her. "Indeed....if you push much more I will next spill my seed directly into your womb and plant a child within you tonight." He teased her. It was also a warning, breaking that first barrier would no longer hurt after another release from both of them.

However, if he went that deep within her she might feel a bit of pain once again.

Margaery paused, just long enough to maintain her grip and begin circling her hips around to let him hit all of her walls. She moaned softly and smirked over him. "I should like to enjoy my husband more first. But if the gods will us to have a child so soon, then so be it. I will be honored to mother your children."

At that, she dropped her hips down again and took him in deep. Again she grunted in pain but pleasure soon overwhelmed her senses. Margaery moaned out his name over and over again. Already her core squeezed even tighter around his length.

Hannibal smirked as he rocked up into her with ea h of her drops. His cock began to flare at the tip as he began to leak pre within her. His hands found her hips to support her as she moved atop him. "I would enjoy being fully sheathed within you for days at a time. However, Indo believe the gods will bless us quickly." He said.

He growled as her tightness had him on the brink. "Especially if you milk me so thoroughly every day." He said.

Margaery cried out softly, keeping her body just over his as she rode him. Each bounce of her hips and thrust of his cock had her crying out and her core growing tighter. "Yes, yes gods be good, we will have a child before long," she gasped as her body began to tremble.

In truth, she feared for an heir they might have. She feared Ramsay would find a way to poison their child if ever they should have one. But this didn't concern her now. For now, she had only to enjoy herself.

Margaery cried out as she bounced her hips to take him in deep. He hit that sweet, tender spot deep inside her that made her cry out. Sparks rushed through her as she felt herself on the brink. "Hannibal!!" She cried out for him even as she kissed him hard and deep.

Hannibal's hands gripped her hips firmly as he grunted and growled her name lowly. He rocked up into her deeply before he once again filled her with his seed. He breathed her name like a prayer as he pulled her to lie flat atop him as he kissed her deeply. He wanted her to bask in the wonderful high of being his true and proper wife.

There was a chamber just across the hall for them to continue their first night together. Hannibal had requested a bath be prepared as well. He saw a water basin with towels was sitting in the corner along with two Bolton robes. After a few moments he tilted her chin up to look into his eyes. His cock had softened halfway within her. It would take a few minutes for him to be prepared for more from her.

"I understand your grandmother provided us with a second chamber directly across the hall. We can wash up a bit and give the servants time to change the linens. Perhaps we will make a mess of two beds this evening." He said with a low rumble. "Unless you think it too much to ruin two beds." He said with a slight smirk on his face.

As his seed flooded her core and filled her with heat, Margaery cried out and felt her core release all of its tension. A fluid, carnal rush overwhelmed her and Margaery pressed tight and hard against him. She was his wife, he was her husband.

They would be an unstoppable pair.

Margaery smiled as he teased her, and she kissed him, playfully biting his lower lip before looking up to him with all the lustful fire in her eyes. "It's our wedding night, husband. We deserve to ruin as many beds as we like."

She leaned up and looked down at him, daring him with her eyes. "Grandmother does think of everything. Would you be so kind as to cleanse the mess you've made of me?" Margaery laughed softly, but made no move to dismount him.

She was indeed his and he was hers. Hannibal found himself greatly enjoying that dark look in her eyes. He sat up to kiss her deeply before easily lifting her off of him so that any excess of their liquids could spill out upon the sheets beneath them.

He set her on the small area that remained clean on the bed. He stood and moved to the wash basin. He picked up a clean cloth to dip into the water. He then walked over to the bed and moved the damp cloth over her folds to thoroughly clean off the blood. He then cleaned off the inside of her thighs and belly before pulling her up to stand next to the bed. He then turned her around and slowly cleaned off her ass. He gave one of her fair cheeks a firm squeeze as he tossed the ruined cloth upon the bed as well. He then returned to the basin to get a second cloth to clean himself off.

He left that rag next to the basin. He wrapped one robe around himself before bringing the second one to drape around his wife. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body into her back. He kissed along the side of her neck and up to nibble on her ear. "Can you walk? Or shall I carry you?" He rumbled playfully into her ear.

Whatever her decision. He would pull the bell just before opening the door. He knew no one would be listening just on the other side of the door, but they should not be far away. He would cross the hall with Margaery and enter the second room prepared for them.

Margaery let him move her as he needed and smiled to herself as she watched him move towards the basin. He had such a muscular form, she could watch him walk around naked all day and not get bored. Her dark eyes studied every curve and ripple of muscle as he moved.

As he came back and began to clean her off, Margaery leaned back to give him more ease of access to her folds. She sighed softly and just enjoyed the attention from her husband. Once she was cleaned, she smiled and moved to help him clean himself off in turn. Margaery felt much better, feeling clean and refreshed from their first lovemaking in consummation of their marriage. She wrapped her hands around the robe as he wrapped her in it. Margaery smiled at his question and leaned back into him. It was all too easy for her, all too natural to press close to him.

"I can walk, but I'd much prefer to have you carry me," she laughed softly. She wanted to clarify that she still had her strength, but wanted to be pampered all the same.

Even if her name had changed, she had been born and raised a Tyrell. With that came the expectation of a certain level of luxury.

Hannibal chuckled as he once again swept her off of her feet. He gave the bell multiple long rings before opening the door to cross the hall. He could hear a few people approaching and made certain his wife could see them. He strode through the open door and closed it firmly with his foot once again.

He smirked to her when he saw that the bath was prepared as he had instructed. "Why don't we wash off a bit better together?" He said as he carried her to the tub and set her on her feet once again. He moved to take the robe off of her again before whispering lowly into her ear. "When we are in private...what would you like for me to call you?" He asked her. He knew he could say her first name. However, he did not know if she had a preferred name that would be special for him alone.

Margaery gasped as he so suddenly lifted her. She smiled and kissed along his jaw as he carried her across the hall to the new room. When she saw the bath Margaery was relieved. After making such a mess, she was happy to have a proper bath.

"That sounds heavenly," she replied, shrugging the robe off and smiling to him over her shoulder.

Margaery considered his question and bit her lower lip as she considered her answer. "My name does not suit your tongue, husband? I've never entertained such a request before..." even her grandmother did not have much of a nickname for her. "Shall we make it a challenge, then? What would you call me, dearest, if not by my given name?"

She would not object to a special name. Something private for the two of them to share. In honesty, Margaery rather liked the idea.

Hannibal chuckled as he dropped his robe as well. He stepped into the tub and offered her a hand to assist her into the water. "Your name suits my tongue, Margaery. However, it would be nice to have a special name for each other." He said as he sat in the tub and held a hand up to guide her to sit as well. He would leave it to her if she would gave him or not. The tub was just wide enough for her to straddle him if she so desired.

"A challenge? What is it you had in mind?" He asked her.

Margaery had taken a liking to straddling him and wanted to see his face. As such, she took his hand and stepped gracefully into the water. She smiled and settled so that his cock barely rubbed against her folds. Not quite letting him in yet.

"No, lover, that is the challenge: What would you call me when you look upon me? If my name is not what first comes to mind, what does?" She tilted her head, curious how he saw her. Truly.

Hannibal enjoyed watching her sit astride him once again. He brushed some hair behind her ear and brushed his thumb over her cheek. "Dāria." He pronounced in perfect high Valyrian. He was curious if she had studied the old languages of Westeros. He had promised her a lofty title and her name reflected what he promised her.

Margaery's brows lifted, clearly impressed. "Then it seems only fitting for me to call you Dārys," she chuckled before leaning in and kissing him softly. "Those who do not know high Valyrian may think we are not loyal to one another."

Hannibal chuckled at that. "Is there a prize for doing so well in your challenge Daria?" He asked as he pulled her close to nip over the side if her neck. His cock was once again fully erect and rubbing over her folds.

Margaery smiled and reached for a bar of fine-scented soap. She doused it in the water before moving it over his body to work up a lather. "Mmmm...I suppose. I might submit myself to your will and let you command me at your pleasure for an hour," Margaery suggested. "But you might have something else you'd prefer."

She rubbed her folds over his cock, moaning at the feeling of his hardness against her, hesitating to take him in - only to see his reaction.

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