randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Hannibal would allow her to go as far as she could without being caught. It was very bold of her to be making such moves in front of her family. His own father seemed satisfied and had finished eating. He stood and went to begin preparing the Bolton men to return to the North.

Hannibal watched her eat the fruit with curiosity. He took a bite of the offered fruit. "It is indeed quite good. Perhaps we can take some with us for the journey. I fear we cannot take too many though, they might not do well in the pantries of Winterfell." He said.

Some of the juice from the fire plum dripped along her fingers and palm. Margaery licked along her hand to clean the juice. Olenna just smirked and continued eating her cheese and fruits.

"Indeed, we shall have to limit how many we take - they don't keep very well. I fear we shall only have them for the journey home," Margaery smiled. She then looked to her grandmother. "Will you excuse us, grandmother? If we're only to be here a short time, I wish to show my husband my ancestral home."

Olenna nodded her consent and dismissed them. Margaery smiled and stood up. "That is, if you are finished with breakfast, husband?"

Hannibal was watching, but he did not give away their little game from his facial expressions. He did not move when she stood and reached to take a slow sip of his tea to finish it after she asked her question. He kept his tea cup in his hand as he paused a long moment before answering her. "Are you certain you are finished with breakfast? I thought you would have been famished this morning." He said as a slight tease. He was more than ready to leave and feel her tight heat around his cock.

However, he was not going to play into her game so quickly either. He was gambling that he had more patience than his wife. He slowly sat down his tea cup to look up at her. "If you are quite satisfied. Then we can begin this tour you mentioned last night." He said.

Margaery chuckled and dragged her fingers along his back. "I thought we might stop by the kitchens and take a picnic lunch with us. Surely we will work up an appetite throughout the course of the day." Margaery looked off nonchalantly and gave a little roll of her shoulders. "Unless of course you think you can't handle such a task. If you'd rather relax, I understand."

There was still more to this game. Just because they were leaving the table didn't mean that their game was over. Far from it.

"I've found the meal satisfying enough. But if you need more time, we can wait," Margaery teased, smirking down at him.

Hannibal connected the dots on the game she was playing now. He gave a brief nod to her, but was looking more at Mace. "We should pack a hearty lunch. The grounds look quite luscious. I fear we may grow tired as we explore all of the different curves in the gardens." He said as he slowly stood.

He turned to Margaery and offered her his arm. He led her out into the hall before nodding for her to lead the way.

Olenna chuckled again before looking at her pathetic son. "You will be a grandfather in seven months at the rate those two are going."

Margaery blushed as Hannibal spoke that way in front of her father. She took his arm and started to lead the way towards the kitchens. Margaery looked up to him with slight scolding in her eyes.

"You went a bit far with that, didn't you?" She leaned into him and kissed his jaw. "My poor father. You're so cruel to him, lover."

She stopped by the kitchens with Hannibal and had the staff assemble a picnic lunch for them. She then, of course, handed the basket to Hannibal and led him out to the gardens and orchards.

"I used to come out here when I was a girl and wanted some alone time, away from my brothers," Margaery looked up and smiled at the luscious fruits ripening in the trees.

Hannibal gave her a slight chuckle. "Your father will recover just fine." He promised her.

He waited patiently as the servants prepared their lunch. He took the basket without complaint and carried it easily. He kept their arms looped together as they wandered the gardens. He saw her looking up into the trees. "Would you like for me to pick you some fruit?"

Margaery smiled and leaned into him a bit. "No need, my lover, we have plenty in our basket. We may yet find a thicket of berries though to sit within and partake of the sweet fruit."

Margaery gained a wicked smirk and looked up to him. "That is, if you don't gorge yourself on my sweet juices first."

Hannibal was giving a courteous nod at first until he heard that last part. He turned to look at her when a smirk slowly crossed his face. He pulled her close to speak lowly into her ear. "Will you be able to restrain yourself so that you are not heard?" He teased with a low rumble.

Margaery giggled as he pulled her in. She tipped her head to him and gave a sly smile. "You wish me to be quiet? I believe last night your order was to do the opposite. I do wish you'd make up your mind, lover."

Hannibal smirked as he kissed her deeply. He then nibbled on her ear before continuing to speak lowly. "You can be loud if you wish. However, it might bring your grandmother down upon us." He said lowly.

Margaery kissed him back before slipping free of his grip. She stepped in front of him and walked backwards as she continued to tease him.

"Well, her wrath shall crash down upon you, not I," she laughed. "After your explanation of your vigorous talents over breakfast, how ever is a southern lady like me to resist crying out my pleasure to the gods?"

Margaery gave him a playful smirk before turning her back to him and striding ahead to put distance between them. Daring him to catch her.

Hannibal smirked as he watched her move away from him. His eyes darkened with desire as he strode after her. He would not run after her, but his long strides would allow him to catch up to her. He would speak lowly into her ear again. "Careful you do not awaken my hunting instinct." He growled lowly into her ear.

Margaery smirked and again turned to walk vackwards. "And why not? I'm curious how you would hunt your prey in her native habitat."

As if to show how well she knew the territory, right as she finished speaking, Margaery ducked into a maze of grape vineyards. She knew the way by heart, and easily dipped out of sight within a matter of seconds. Margaery laughed playfully as she moved deeper into the vineyards to hide from Hannibal.

"Here's your challenge, my love! Catch me, if you can!" Margaery kicked off her shoes so as avoid leaving holes in the ground from the elevated heels and have a trail lead to her.

She could hide for days here and never ve discovered, if she so desired.

Hannibal smirked as he strode after her. He saw where she was heading and chuckled at how clever she was to pick a natural maze. He left the basket by her shoes. He then stopped to listen for her and sniffed the air. He could smell her perfume and he stalked silently after her. He would not answer her as he stalked after her.

She might think she had the advantage. However, her scent would give her away to him. He had found her path and made an educated guess as to where she was going. He was lying in wait for her to come by. He expected her to be looking behind her rather than in front of her. He would step out and wrap his arms around her firmly when she was within reach. He kissed her deeply. "I have found you." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery did indeed get cocky. She thought herself too well-hidden even for her lover. Slowly she moved through the vineyards and amused herself by plucking grapes from the vines and popping them in her mouth. Margaery glanced over her shoulder and listened carefully, but didn't hear Hannibal behind her.

Thinking herself victorious, she moved forward, straight into his grasp. Margaery cried out in surprise, but was soon laughing even as he kissed her. She tipped her her head and deepened the kiss before she pressed more into him.

"Mmmm...so you have, well done my love," she plucked another couple of grapes, popping one into her mouth and offering him the second.

Hannibal smirked when she laughed. He ate the grape she offered before picking her up and carrying her into the small alcove he had found. He found a sturdy tree and lifted her high enough so that her legs went over his shoulders. He smirked up to her as he found the edge of her skirts. "Now to claim my prize. You will keep a lookout won't you my dear?" He teased her.

He slipped his head beneath her skirts and kissed his way forward before using his sharp teeth to get past any final fabric barrier. He then licked over her folds before dipping his tongue within her as if he were scooping out pomegranate seeds. He slurped and suckled on her folds as he continued this action.

Margaery was getting user to having Hannibal carry her around this way and that. When he lifted her up so high though upon reaching the alcove, Margaery cried out in surprise and both hands went to his shoulders to steady herself and keep her stable.

"Mmmm, you're an impatient, ravenous man, husband," she chuckled. He would find no small clothes or petticoats beneath her gown to impede his way to her folds. As his tongue began exploring her, Margaery gasped and writhed against him. Her thighs squeezed gently around his head as she cried out, breathing heavily.

He had picked a large, sturdy tree with branches for her to hold onto if she needed or desired to. He chuckled as his tongue slid deeper with each lick. This was a different technique that he had not used on her before. With how his tongue was moving, he would brush past the very front area of her pussy with each swipe of his tongue.

He shifted his nose forward to rub back and forth over her clit to stimulate her further. He wanted her to be sopping wet for him and he wanted to taste her sweet juices quickly. Her cries would be muffled a bit from the amount of trees around them.

Margaery gasped and rolled her hips in rhythm with his motions. As he stroked the front of her pussy with his tongue, Margaery's back arched and she cried out for him. One hand seized a branch while the other pushed through his hair.

"Gods, yes...just like that!" She begged. Margaery whined in arousal and need, feeling her core already beginning to tremble and squeeze. Tension was building inside her, and she knew she would burst at any minute.

Hannibal chuckled lowly as he continued to use his mouth. The final touch was to allow his teeth to teasingly graze over her sensitive folds in an attempt to send her over hard and quickly. He could feel the tension building within her and looked forward to tasting her sweet release.

Margaery moaned and her body continued to arch as that tension built up. As he dragged his teeth over her folds, she felt her entire body quake and quiver. She cried out his name over and over as all that tension suddenly burst and released inside her. Fluids poured from her core and into his waiting mouth as she cried out and whimpered over him.

Hannibal smirked when he tasted her release. He quickly licked her clean before slowly lowering her to the ground. He smirked as he licked his lips slowly. "You taste divine this morning my dear."

Margaery's knees buckled a bit as he set her down. She leaned into Hannibal for support and breathed heavily for a few minutes. "I'm...I'm glad you think so, my love." She leaned up and kissed him, faintly tasting her own fluids on his lips.

Hannibal smirked when she leaned on him for support. "Did I cause your knees to go weak?" He taunted her. "Perhaps I should take you to sit down for a moment." He teased her.

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