randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Hannibal rumbled lowly as she teased him like that. A hand moved up into her soft, brown curls to pull her close. "You would submit for a full hour?" He rumbled lowly. His eyes danced with delight at the thought of that. However, her teasing of his hard cock would need to be addressed first. He adjusted himself as she teased before rocking his hips so that he slid deep within her smoothly and easily.

He rumbled lowly in approval. "We need to be thorough with cleaning you off." He said.

Margaery smirked as he pulled her in close. Playfully she wiggled her ass to brush her folds more against his cock. "Fully and willingly," she wondered if she would come to regret those words, but she would be true to her word regardless.

As he slid so smoothly inside her, Margaery arched her back and cried out. It didn't hurt anymore, there was only sweet pressure that made her entire body ache. "Yes, indeed..." she moaned, bouncing her hips in a steady rhythm.

Hannibal found her words to be very enticing indeed. He enjoyed hearing her cry out in such a manner when he slid into her so smoothly. He rocked and arched his hips into her a bit to stir his cock within her and really clean her off. His hands moved to her hips to give them a firm grip as he continued to rock into her. "I think I will take you up on that offer. After we have enjoyed our bath." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery cried out as he stirred up their combined fluids inside her. She moved her hips with his, bouncing for his thrusts to give them more strength, and circling when he stirred his cock inside her to let him hit every wall.

Even as he gripped her hips she dropped down hard onto him, letting his cock in nice and deep. "Mmm, at your pleasure, My Lord," she moaned, feeling her core seizing and tightening as he worked his cock inside her.

Hannibal rumbled lowly as he enjoyed the feeling of her tight core around his cock. He slid forward to guide her legs to wrap around his waist. He made a minor adjustment to stand while supporting her weight. He pulled her tight to his body as he carefully stepped out of the tub. He wanted to be sure they had enough room.

He would have a special tub built into their chambers that was plenty large enough to share and have sex in. This tub was almost large enough, but might cause bruises on her knees if they continued in the water.

He set her on the edge of the bed with her back flat. "Raise your hands above your head my dear." He said lowly. He would guide her legs to loosen as he placed her legs flat along his chest so that the back of her ankles were touching his shoulders. His hands would hold her hips. Now that she was cleaned up, he was going to make a mess of her again.

Margaery wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard as he picked her up. She sighed against his lips and slipped her tongue from her mouth to tangle with his. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, which made her core seize around him that much tighter.

When he set her down she laughed softly in lust and delight. She moved to obey slowly, seductively. Her arms stretched out above her head, making her back arch to put her breasts on more display for him. "Like this?" Margaery gave her hips a playful wiggle, which in turn made her breasts jiggle a bit.

As he pressed her legs back to rest the back of her thighs over his chest, Margaery felt him go in deeper still. She gasped, feeling slight pain as he stretched her further. But it felt good. The pain ebbed eventually and pure pleasure filled her up and erupted in pure, tingling warmth across her core and up her spine. She breathed heavily, moaning for Hannibal as her ankles crossed behind his neck. Keeping herself poised and balanced so that he could fuck her with abandon if he so desired.

Hannibal's eyes filled with list and desire for her. His cock twitched deep within her as his hands moved to rest on her hips. He began to fuck her hard and deep and fast. He enjoyed seeing her breasts bounce from the force of his thrusts. He growled lowly as he felt how fantastically tight she was around his cock.

He wondered if the servants cleaning the other chamber would hear her moaning in pleasure.

Margaery cried out as he drove so deep and hard into her. Her back arched and she squeezed tight around him. "Gods, yes! Don't stop!" It took quite a bit of self control to keep her hands pinned to the bed above her head.

Already she felt her core squeezing around his cock. She was on the brink, ready to burst. "It feels so good, your cock feels so good! Don't stop!" Her core began to quake and tremble around his cock as she squirmed and whined beneath him.

Hannibal growled lowly as he kissed along the inside of her left calf before nipping at it playfully. "Cry out for me. Let all of Highgarden hear your pleasure Lady Bolton." He rumbled lowly as he sped up his thrusts. His hands shifted so that he was hugging her legs tight against his upper body. It shifted the angle slightly, and he felt himself striking a new point deep within her.

Hannibal was close himself and he continued to pound into that spot before thrusting hard one final time and staying fully sheathed within her as he once again filled her with his seed.

Margaery's cries got louder as he drove into her harder and issued the command. "Yes, yes!! Gods, Hannibal, don't stop!" She cried out and writhed beneath him. Each thrust sent sparks through her core, making her tense and writhe with lust.

When he finally slammed into her, sending that final shockwave up through her body Margaery screamed out loud as her core suddenly burst in a rush of carnal delight. All the tension built inside her had released and her fluids burst from her core to mix with his.

As the warmth of his release filled her up, Margaery moaned aloud and fell back against the bed. She breathed heavily, catching her breath after all that.

Hannibal felt her release and enjoyed the sounds of her cries of absolute pleasure. He remained buried deep within her as he pumped his seed into her. He pulled back slowly after a moment and shifted her to the middle of the bed. He pulled her so that she could curl into him and recover her breath.

His cock was still hard. He had not been lying to her when he said he could do two rounds rapidly with a brief rest between. His hand pet through her curly locks slowly. "I think I will do that regularly. You seemed to enjoy it greatly." He said.

Margaery moved with him as he adjusted her to the center of the bed. She sighed softly as the tingling heat inside her began to ebb. Margaery smiled up at him and she cuddled in close to him. For a moment she just basked in the feeling of his weight, and the feeling of his fingers pushing through her hair.

Then her expression turned a bit more serious. Margaery looked to him with her doe eyes and brought both hands to his chest. "Tell me, husband. It's true we are wed, but...do you truly care for me?" She asked. "That is, do you love me?"

He had given her gifts, promised her a throne. But were those promises for an alliance? Or was there something more?

Hannibal enjoyed feeling her so close. He felt her shift and saw the change on her face. He frowned slightly at her words before sitting up and pulling her into his lap. He made certain they were looking into each other's eyes.

"Margaery, it is true that this Union was originally set for political reasons. However, from the moment you stood your ground before my brother I felt a genuine desire for you. That desire has grown into love." He said genuinely meaning it.

Margaery settled into his lap and pressed her body up close to his. Her chest was flush against his and she found her eyes flickering to his lips as he spoke. He seemed genuine in his answer. Margaery looked up at him again.

"You mean it?" She smiled. Even before he could answer, Margaery kissed him softly and pressed her body tight against his. It was no trick for her to realize that she had fallen for him long before.

When she had realized it, she wasn't sure. When he promised her the throne? When he or his brother in his place? When she'd nearly frozen to death? All were likely catalyst events for Margaery's love.

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