[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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Renly Baratheon was dead, leaving his claim to the throne empty and his wife Margaery Tyrell a widow. Roose Bolton, of course, could spy an opportunity a mile away. He sent a raven to Highgarden, to Lord Mace Tyrell. Roose proposed that his youngest son and only legitimate heir be married to Margaery. Mace agreed, rather quickly as well - likely out of fear for the Bolton name.

But of course, Olenna Tyrell wasn't about to let that agreement happen. At least not on any terms but her own. So the agreement was made, but a time for delivering her to Winterfell had not been determined, and Olenna was not about to agree to one.

Ramsay Snow, wanting to be useful to his father and acknowledged as a true Bolton, decided to take action on his own. He took a small band of Bolton men and rode to Highgarden - he knew Margaery was there, after her day-long marriage to the late King Joffrey had ended. He kidnapped the Tyrell heiress and rode back to Winterfell. When he arrived, he dragged Margaery in with no amount of mercy or delicacy. He found his half-brother and father in a sitting room going over charts and battle strategies. Margaery, clad in a light dress with a keyhole opening at the front showing her cleavage and wrapping around her lower back, showing off the curves of her back and the lean muscle beneath her skin. Her skin was cold and covered in goosebumps, her lips slightly dark and a light shade of blue. But all the fire and anger was in Margaery's eyes. She wrenched herself free of Ramsay's grip and pulled her lips back to bare her teeth.

"Unhand me, mongrel!" she hissed.

"Dear father, brother - see what I've brought? We'll not have the Tyrells welching on their agreement any longer," Ramsay grinned. "The flower is a little frosty, but only because she did not appreciate my generosity of allowing her to ride in the carriage."

"What I did not appreciate was a bastard snatching me from my ancestral home and dragging me with no proper clothes into the North," Margaery snapped.

She so badly wanted to shift towards the fire, but she was bound and determined to stand tall and tough. Ramsay obviously thought her weak, she would prove him wrong.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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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.

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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!"

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Hannibal gave his wife the briefest of smirks as he too reached for some of the fine meat presented at the table. He noted that Mace Tyrell seemed a bit annoyed at his comments and was curious if the man had enough spine to speak his mind or not.

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Margaery had a hand beneath the table rested against Hannibal's thigh. She gave his leg a soft squeeze and drummed her fingers along his inner thigh towards his cock.

Mace did look flustered, but he kept his focus on his plate. Olenna looked to Mace with a sour expression. "Well if you've something to say, oaf, say it."

Mace cast a scathing glare to Hannibal and pouted his lip a bit. Margaery did nothing but drink her tea.

"You've a lot of nerve insulting southern men when it was the efforts of a southern man who brought you your wife," Mace snapped.

Margaery and Olenna exchanged looks. If the shoe fits, was the message of the silent expression they exchanged.

"Who precisely are you to say that you're so good at bedding women as to preach the craft to men of the south?" Mace continued, emboldened by his own words. "Have you bedded so many women that I should be concerned for my daughter's health?"

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Hannibal shifted his leg to allow her better access. He was curious of exactly how bold she would be sitting across from her father and grandmother. His cock was already rock hard and straining at it's leather confines.

He took a calm sip of his tea and did not show any reaction to what Margaery was doing. Although, if she was not careful her sharp Grandmother would likely figure out what she was up to.

Hannibal gave a slight bow to Mace after the first comment. "Indeed it was, and for that I am very grateful." He said.

Hannibal listened calmly and slowly set his cup of tea down. He had half a pomegranate sitting on his plate. He picked it up to scoop a few seeds from the fruit with his tongue as Mace finished his half hearted accusations. His dark eyes slowly turned to look Lord Tyrell directly in the eyes. "Men of the North do not throw their seed to the wind to create multiple Bastards. I am from a strong house and have never placed myself in a position to risk having a bastard, nor will I ever. My Lady has nothing to fear on that account." He said to end that debate.

A slow, condescending smile crossed his face before he continued. "Three mattresses would suggest I am quite skilled. Although, I am quite certain you heard when those were ruined last night." He said, referring to how loud Margaery was for many of her powerful orgasms.

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Margaery saw how calm Hannibal was, but knew something was coming. She kept her hand on his thigh but made no movements except to give it a soft little squeeze, hoping to distract him with arousal and calm him down a bit as well. When he spoke to her father so frankly, Margaery felt her face grow hot and flushed.

But, with all the poise her grandmother had taught her, Margaery took a sip from her tea, and waited right as her father's face turned red in anger before speaking to cut him off.

"Four," she corrected Hannibal softly. "Four mattresses, darling."

All the color drained out of Mace's face, and Olenna simply chuckled before taking another slow sip of her own tea.

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Hannibal felt the squeeze to his thigh and figured out that it was meant as a calming technique. He was not angry at all, he was very amused in fact.

He watched her blush and stored that for when they were in private. He was enjoying the verbal spar with Mace; however, he turned to look at Margaery when she spoke. He gave her a wink that only she could see. "You are correct my dear. It was four." He said, but nothing more to end the discussion.

Roose looked bored of the entire conversation before turning to his son's new bride. "I have received ravens from Winterfell informing me of a storm that has just recently passed through and that another storm seems to be building. We should begin moving back north soon. Any longer than three days risks us getting caught in a storm outside of Winterfell." He said.

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Mace wasn't about to leave it at that, this was the first time in a great while he'd stood his ground, and he wasn't about to give up so easily. "Taking measures like moon tea to avoid fathering bastards has nothing to do with incurring some horrid manner of disease that you might pass on to my Margaery!"

"Oh gods save you, Mace," Olenna snapped. "Do you really think I'd let my granddaughter marry a Bolton of all people if he was diseased? Besides, if you're so concerned about it, you might have voiced it before you agreed to arrange their marriage."

Margaery smiled to her grandmother before taking a bite of a sweet cake and sliding her fingers along the inseam of Hannibal's pants up just beneath his balls. She rubbed her fingers there for just a moment to tease him playfully before getting a slight glare from her grandmother. When Roose addressed her, Margaery turned her full attention to her father-in-law and nodded slowly.

"I'll defer to you, my lord," Margaery replied. "You know the storms of the North far better than I. If it is better we leave sooner than later, then it shall be as you say."

Olenna did not seem happy about that, but she sipped her tea all the same. "I'll not have you keep my Margaery all for yourselves up in the North - bring her back to me from time to time."