randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery abruptly pulled her hand back and once again wriggled free of his grasp to make her way towards the next section of the vineyard. "Follow me."

She walked up and around the corner to a beautifully carved and finished wooden bench. "Is this satisfactory to you, my lord?"

Hannibal followed her as he made an adjustment tonhisnlesthersnto loosen the piece that covered his cock. He nodded his approval as he took a seat on the bench. He freed his cock before pulling her close. He adjusted her skirts to not be in the way as he sat her across his lap and slipped his cock deep within her. If anyone were to pass by, they would simply see her sitting across his lap as if he was carrying her and sat to rest briefly.

He rocked his hips slightly before leaning in to brush his lips over the side of her neck. "How is your seat My Lady?" He rumbled into her ear.

Margaery watched as he moved, and when he pulled her down to sit upon him and he slid up into her, she gasped aloud. It was not what she expected, but it felt good. Margaery bit her lower lip as she looked to him. "Very comfortable, and you, my love?" She teased as she rolled her hips to let him hit every wall and angle inside her.

It was a good idea, and they would be fooling any potential passersby into thinking they were simply sitting upon the bench together.

As it happened, a few servants moved through the vineyards, collecting ripe grapes for winemaking. Margaery's eyes widened but she did nothing to betray what they were truly doing.

Hannibal saw her eyes widen as she have her a few more thrusts. He called out to a servant who was passing by. "My lady craves some fresh fruit. Would you give her some that you have picked?" He asked as an order.

He wanted to see if his wife would give the game away or not.

Margaery smirked but leveled a look at Hannibal. She rolled her hips again to take him in deep, but it only looked as though she were adjusting herself on his lap.

One of the maids rushed up with basket in hand and held it out to her. "Of course my lord! Fresh fire plums, my lady?"

Margaery smiled and took a fire plum from the basket and one for Hannibal. "My thanks, you're dismissed."

The servants bowed before turning to leave. Margaery smiled and held up a fire plum for him to take a bite. "Care for a bite, love?"

Hannibal smirked when she rolled her hips. His cock was already throbbing. He waited until the maids were gone before slowly taking a bite of the sweet fruit. He he thrust into her a few times before relaxing for a moment. "Delicious." He complemented. "However, not as sweet as your nectar."

The servants had been move the wiser. Margaery took a bite of the plum and began to bounce up and down on him. Talking his cock in nice and deep. The way she sat on him made her core tighten around him. "Mmm well nothing is as sweet as me," she chuckled, kissing him hard before relentlessly bouncing up and down harder on him.

Hannibal returned that kiss as he allowed her to bounce up and down his length and he growled and rumbled into the kiss. Soon his hands found her hips to hold her in place at the same moment he thrust deep within her. He grunted lowly as his seed filled her tight heat.

Margaery cried out in arousal as age continued her movements. When he seized her so suddenly, Margaery whimpered and felt her core tighten and seize around his cock. Once his heat filled her up, Margaery moaned and the tension in her core burst once again. Her folds were soaking wet now from their combined fluids. "Gods....yes...."

Hannibal chuckled as his still hard cock continued to throb in her exceedingly tight heat. He looked over the fabric of her gown. "How good is this cloth at hiding liquid?" He asked. His dark leather would not show any liquid whatsoever. However, her dress might just give the game away if they were caught by someone from her family.

Margaery glanced down at her dress and gave her pelvic muscles a squeeze to clench around his cock. She smirked up at him playfully. "It's light enough, if light-colored fluid were to drip down onto it, it would hardly be noticed."

Margaery remained sitting atop him and squeezing her core around him. She held up the fire plum to him to allow another bite.

Right then she heard the familiar gait of her elder brother Willas. He limped through the vineyards and smiled. "Sweet sister. I had hoped to see you before you left back to the North." He hobbled up and kissed her cheek, obviously a little perplexed as to why she didnt rise to meet him halfway.

Margaery didn't rise, or couldn't, but she did wrap her arms around her brother and hug him carefully. "I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye, brother."

She didn't introduce them, she knew they'd met at the wedding.

Hannibal took another bite and heard the familiar gait of her elder brother. He gave a bow to the older man. He kept Margaery where she was and utilized the shift she made to hug her brother to give a little thrust to show her how bold he was willing to be.

"Sir Willas, it is good to see you again. My wife was showing me the exquisite vineyards and the gardens here. The fruits are truly delicious here." He said as a genuine complement, but also a direct statement to his wife.

Margaery bit her lower lip to keep from moaning as he thrust into her again. When she leaned back, she pinched hard against Hannibal's thigh and squeezed her core tight around him. Masking her true movements, she bounced down hard on his lap to take him in deep.

Willas smiled, unaware of what was truly going on, but suspicious of the couple. "No surprise there, Margaery always loved hiding out here. This was her secret place, no surprise she shared it with you."

Margaery leaned her head against Hannibal's shoulder. "I wanted to share the best of Highgarden with my husband."

"I daresay you've already shared the best of Highgarden with him, sister," Willas smirked. Oh yes, he'd heard the commotion last night as well. Cripples had to make their own fun, after all.

Hannibal's cock twitched and throbbed deep within her as she shifted. He had a little more flexibility to shift beneath her with her skirts masking his movements well.

He gave a grin to Willas at the comment. "It is a great shame you missed breakfast this morning with us Sir Willas. Your grandmother had a comment or two of a similar nature."

Willas laughed and tapped his cane against the ground. "I'll bet she did. That's indeed our grandmother."

Margaery smiled and cuddled in close to Hannibal. She squeezed her core to give him more sensation and keep from moving too much and draw her brother's attention.

"Have to keep warm in the North somehow, brother," Margaery smiled.

"And you have to work up a good, healthy sweat in the South, dear sister," He winked.

Hannibal simply smiled, but he made a low sound for Margaey's ears only to let her know he was enjoying it.

A servant came up and bowed before requesting sir Willas that he was needed back in the castle. Hannibal gave a respectful bow to him. "It was good to speak with you again Sir Willas."

Margaery smiled when she heard the sound and continued squeezing her core to stimulate his cock.

Willas waved the servant off and bowed his head to his brother-in-law. He leaned in and kissed Margaery's cheek. "Adjust your legs, sister. Father may have a heart attack if he hears you and your husband are openly fucking in the vineyards. Bad enough his reaction to finding out Loras' preferences."

"As if Loras didn't make it obvious," Margaery teased, giving a significant bounce to her hips, now that they'd been found out.

Willas rolled his eyes and hobbled off, he shook his head but he smiled. Margaery just laughed.

Hannibal smirked and did not seem the least bit bothered by the fact that they had been found out. He rocked up into her as he adjusted Margaery's legs to be together. He rumbled lowly into her ear before filling her with his seed as soon as her brother was out of sight.

Margaery smiled and laughed as Willas left. As Hannibal adjusted her and slid into her over and over again, Margaery's laugh caught in her throat and turned to soft moans of arousal. Her core seized around Hannibal's cock of its own accord. The tension was building within her core and she felt herself on the brink. She gasped and cried out as she felt all that tension suddenly release in a fluid rush - Margaery couldn't help but scream aloud for him as her core suddenly burst and her orgasm rushed through her.

She pressed her forehead into his and nipped at his jaw playfully. "God...feels so good..."

Hannibal grunted lowly at how tight she was just before her release. He stayed within her for a few moments as she recovered her breath. He felt his cock slowly softening and chuckled as he nipped at her ear. "Careful, the gods might become jealous of me if you continue to say that." He teased her.

He shifted her so that she was no longer in his cock and he was able to tuck himself back into his leather trousers. He continued to hold Margaery for a few moments longer. "Sha we relocate before we are discovered again?" He asked.

Margaery moaned softly as he lifted her off of his cock. She felt some of their combined fluids drip out from her core and down her leg. But her dress was long enough to cover it. Plus, she was simply happy that the fluids had not stained the fabric. She smiled to Hannibal and kissed him softly before rising - slowly, carefully.

"Yes, let's be on our way - can't let that basket of goodies go to waste, now can we?" She smiled.

Hannibal chuckled as he slowly stood up. He looped his arm around her waist as he grinned at her. "Indeed it would. I left that basket with your shoes. Do you know how to get back there?" He asked her.

"I do," she kissed him as she started off back the way they had come. The grass felt cool and soft beneath her feet. "So tell me, my Lord, do you enjoy the vineyards and surroundings of Highgarden?"

Hannibal gave a slow nod to her question. "Indeed I do. However, I must confess that I find the scenery here to be absolutely exquisite." He said. If she turned to look at him, she would find his eyes locked onto her when he spoke.

Margaery smiled at his flattery and they enjoyed thoroughly the rest of their time in Highgarden.

But soon enough it was time to return home. Back to Winterfell. The journey back was enjoyable enough. The newlyweds had made it a point to enjoy each other and keep themselves warm every day of the journey. Margaery was becoming more and more savage and Northern with each orgasm Hannibal delivered. Once Winterfell was in view though, the castle seemed ominous.

Margaery only then remembered that Ramsay had been left to his own devices while they were away. Gods only knew what boobytraps and horrors awaited in the castle. Of course his grinning face was there to meet them when they arrived.

"Father, good to have you back," Ramsay greeted Roose with a bow. Then he smiled to Margaery and Hannibal. "Ah! And here are the newlyweds! Sweet sister, come, give your new brother a hug!"

He hardly gave her a choice. Ramsay's arms were around her sooner than she cared for, and he held her in a tight, unsettling embrace. He stepped back and regarded her with a tilt of his brow.

"You look radiant, dear sister - you were gone so long, perhaps you carry the newest Bolton already?" His laugh made Margaery cringe. But soon he was upon Hannibal and moved to embrace him as well. "Brother, have a heart and show some mercy to your poor bride! You want her to be able to walk don't you? ...and ride, of course."

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