randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Hannibal gave her a genuine, full smile as she pulled back from the kiss. He gently cupped her chin to look into her eyes. "I love you." He said honestly. He pulled her close to press their foreheads together gently as his other hand massaged her lower back tenderly.

"Have no doubt in your mind of my true feelings for you. I truly will protect you at whatever cost and I will be the strong pillar by your side whenever you need it." He promised her.

Margaery smiled and arched her body into his, pressing their lips together for another soft kiss. When she pulled back, she stayed close, enjoying the sweet feeling of his fingers massaging over her lower back.

"Then there is no one in the Seven Kingdoms who will be able to stand against us," she smirked. "I love you too."

And soon the entire realm would belong to them both.

Hannibal chuckled softly as he pulled her as tight to him as he could. "I have the perfectly strong wife to rule by my side." He said before making and adjustment and lifting her so that his cocl could slide deep within her.

"Now to make an heir to solidify our supremacy." He rumbled lowly as he stirred his cock within her.

Margaery smiled and bit her lower lip as he filled her up again. Her core clamped eagerly around his cock, now used to the sensation of him stretching her walls. Margaery let her legs wrap around him carefully to let him in deeper.

"And I the perfect husband," she actually looked forward to seeing the Bolton banner fly over the Red Keep. Margaery laughed softly when he mentioned an heir. "So soon you wish to impregnate me? You will be limited in how you are able to enjoy me if my belly is full with your child."

But she too was anxious to be pregnant. She wanted to carry his child and give him a proper heir. One Ramsay could never touch nor even see, if she had her way.

Hannibal smirked as he rocked into her to give shallow thrusts to tease her. "I will find a way to keep us both pleasured when your belly is great with child." He promised. He continued to roll his hips to stir his cock deep within her to stir her up even more. "Although, I do find the work to create an heir to be quite enjoyable." He said.

Margaery moaned and arched her body against his as he stirred up the fluids inside her. His cock hit all of her walls and made her squirm against him. "Mmmm, gods, yes, as do I."

Margaery clenched her pelvic muscles so that her core squeezed him nice and tight. Letting her walls clench their wet hear all around his cock. "We want to be thorough in our efforts, do we not?" She chuckled.

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