randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Hannibal smirked before growling lowly as she squeezed him even tighter. "I suspect we will spend an equal amount of time atop each other." He growled as he felt himself building towards another release. One hand moved to cup her core and run over the sensitive nub at the top of her folds.

Margaery gasped and whined as he manipulated her clit. Her hips began rolling in steady circles to move in rhythm with the movements of his fingers. "Yes, gods yes - atop each other and in all the rooms of Winterfell and the Red Keep!"

She felt her body tightening and tensing, as taut as a bowstring. Margaery gasped and cried out loud. "Hannibal! I'm....I'm so close, so close, don't stop!"

Hannibal growled as he continued to rock and thrust into her. He felt his cock throbbing as he was on the brink as well. He gave one more thrust with a low growl before filling her with his seed for the fourth time in the evening.

He had felt liquid pooling around where he sat from their combined release. He continued to hold her close. "We seem to have made a mess of this bed as well. Shall we go back across the hall?" He asked with amusement.

Margaery cried out as she felt his warmth and release fill her up. It triggered her own release, and she bucked against him as she moaned his name aloud. All the tension built up inside her suddenly gave way and released in a fluid rush.

She gasped and breathed heavily as he orgasm ebbed. "Gods..." she whispered, her hair splayed in brunette curls all around her. Margaery laughed at his suggestion and nuzzled him playfully. "You'll really put the servants to work tonight, my love."

****

When morning came, they were back in the room they had started their wedding night in. Margaery had risen slowly, kissing Hannibal softly to wake him. "Love, it's morning. Grandmother will be expecting us for breakfast," she whispered, gently caressing over his chest and kissing him again.

Hannibal felt her stirring beside him and chuckled as he stretched slowly. His cock was hard as it usually was in the morning. They had gone 8 rounds the night before and had ended up in the first room to sleep after ruining the bed in this room and across the hall twice each.

He chuckled as he pulled her atop him and kissed her deeply. "We are up early. When is breakfast here in Highgarden?" He asked. He could take care of this easily if she desired to go to breakfast now.

Margaery laughed as he pulled her on top of him. She straddled him but made no move to pull him inside. Margaery's hand slipped between them and she squeezed his cock playfully.

"Whenever grandmother commands it," Margaery smiled before rubbing over his length. "Come now, love - breakfast shouldn't take long, and I'd love to see how long you're able to resist taking me."

It was a dare, and before he could make her stay, Margaery stood up and selected a gown from the closet to wear to breakfast. As with most Highgarden fashion, it was rather low-cut and had an open back to show off her slender body.

Hannibal smirked at her response. He allowed her to scurry off before striding to the second closet with clothes for him within it. He wore restrictive leather trousers again to contain his erection. However, if one were to look they would see a hint of his true size from the leather pocket at the front and center of his trousers.

He dressed in the northern fashion. However, with the exception of his trousers, the fabric was thinner material to not be so overbearing my hot this far south. He brushed his hand over her exposed back as he leaned in to nibble on her ear and neck. "If you were to wear something like this on our chambers at Winterfell I would greatly enjoy it." He said lowly. Their chambers were naturally heated by the hot springs and were considerably warmer than the rest of the castle.

Once they were both dressed, he offered his arm and led her to the table in the gardens for breakfast. Hannibal walked with his normal, confident stride and did not seem the least bit tired from the night before. He gave a bow to the Tyrell's gathered there. "Good morning." He greeted cordially.

Margaery smiled when he came up and touched over her bare back. She chuckled and leaned into him, her fingers playing with the clasps of his doublet before kissing him softly, but passionately.

"If it would please you, then I will most certainly wear it in Winterfell," she smiled before kissing him again and taking his arm.

Olenna sat at the table with Mace and Roose Bolton. She nibbled absently at a piece of melon brought on a fruit platter. Margaery smiled and moved to sit across from her grandmother, who tilted a brow at them both.

"Good morning indeed," Olenna sipped her tea. "You two seem refreshed. Tell me, young lord Hannibal, what is the sigil of house Bolton?"

Margaery tilted a brow as she set her napkin in her lap. She knew very well that her grandmother knew all the house sigils. She most certainly knew that house Bolton had the flayed man as their sigil.

Hannibal gave a courteous bow to Lady Olenna. "We are both still young My Lady. It only takes a few hours after a long day to recover our energy and vigor." He said as he pushed Margaery's chair into the table and sat next to her.

He knew the question had a purpose, but chose to answer anyway. "Our houses' digit is that of a flayed man crucified upside down My Lady." He answered as his hand rested atop Margaery's.

Olenna scoffed and looked to Roose Bolton. "Hmph, one would think that the sigil is a rabbit, given how long you were at it last night and how many times the rooms had to be cleaned."

"Grandmother!" Margaery blushed.

"Well child, it's the truth! Once there were days that you consummated the marriage once and that was that," Olenna sipped her tea. "Really, now. The pair of you ruined four perfectly good mattresses in a single night."

Margaery blushed darker, but couldn't help smirking and looking to Hannibal as she nibbled on a strawberry.

Hannibal looked amused at her comment. He calmly took a bite of a rather juicy strawberry as his listened to her speak. He waited for her to pause. "In the north we cover our beds with animal pelts. The pelts prevent the mattresses from becoming ruined and can easily be washed the next day." He began before his smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Then perhaps the men of the south should visit the north to build up their vitality. A Northman who cannot bed his wife more than once on his wedding night is considered weak or impotent." He said. "From my experience the women from the South have the same stamina as the men of the north. Perhaps I could host some of the young men from the south to teach them how to fully fulfill their duties on their wedding night by building up their stamina." He said.

Roose gave Hannibal a look, but he did not seem upset. He agreed that men from the south were soft.

Margaery blushed and bit her lower lip. She knew how many women Hannibal had bedded besides her. But her grandmother didn't. She took a biscuit from a tray and smeared sweet cream on it before taking a bite.

Olenna blinked at Hannibal for a minute. Then she began laughing. "You think so? Well you're quite right on that note! Men of the South are terribly comfortable and altogether too soft for my liking. They could stand to learn a thing or two from the strong Northern houses."

Mace didn't look happy to hear that, but he didn't protest his mother's remarks. Margaery took a large strawberry in hand and offered it up to feed it to Hannibal.

"I for one hope you merely jest, husband. I am not thrilled of the idea of being a visual aid for men of the South to use for notes. Nor am I keen on you taking another woman for similar purposes," Margaery teased.

Hannibal knew that making the Queen of Thorns laugh was quite the accomplishment. He ate the offered strawberry slowly. He looked to his wife. "I far too jealous a man for that my dear. I intended to use a variety of fruits to demonstrate. Along with an exercise regiment to build up their stamina so that they can keep up with their wives. It must be terribly embarrassing for their wives to be left unsatisfied on their wedding night." Hannibal said.

Margaery smiled and took a slow bite from another berry. "I wouldn't know about that," she chuckled, referring to being satisfied on her wedding night.

Olenna snorted and took a slow sip from her tea. "Careful now, there is such a thing as speaking too much on these matters at the breakfast table."

"Apologies, grandmother," Margaery took a bite of salted pork and a buttery biscuit.

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