randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Hannibal had a dark look in his eyes as he continued to egg the whore on to move her hand faster. A servant had a red hot blade at the ready. Hannibal found Margaery tugging at his doublet slightly distracting, but not unpleasantly so. "That must be the difference between a true born son and a bastard." He said.

Once the whore had him nice and aroused, Hannibal nodded to the servant. He moved in quickly and cut off Ramsay's cock and balls. The hot blade prevented him from bleeding out. Hannibal pulled the whore's head back roughly. "You did so well whore. You deserve a last meal as well." He nodded to the servant who forced the cock down her throat and pinched her nose closed. If she wanted to breathe she would have to chew and swallow. Hannibal turned to watch his brother, he wanted to see what loosing his cock and watching his whore consume it would do to that twisted mind.

Ramsay howled in pain when his cock and balls were cut off. Margaery couldn't help herself, she laughed loudly. She loved seeing him in such pain and reveled in his misery.

Myranda nearly choked on the cock that was shoved down her throat. Reluctantly she chewed, much to Ramsay's dismay. He looked away and refused to watch.

Margaery took her knife and slowly approached the girl from behind. She dragged the blade along the whore's jaw and peeled away chunks of her flesh. Then she stepped up and stood before Ramsay. "You liked her face so much, dear brother, I thought you'd like to partake of it."

Margaery shoved the pieces she cut from the whore's face down Ramsay's throat.

Hannibal heard his wife laugh and gave her a dark smirk of approval. Hannibal told his servants to step back as his wife messily flayed a bit of the whore's face off and forced his brother to eat it. He pulled her back a bit and kissed her deeply for just a moment. "You did well with your first attempt at flaying my dear. Why don't we practice a bit more on this whore hmm?" He said.

His guards pulled the girl into a standing position and stretched her right arm out taught. "Now, we don't want to cut into the muscle when we slice the skin. Make a shallow cut around her wrist and her shoulder. Then make a similar slice down the length of her arm. After that we can peel it off nice and slow." He said as he led Margaery to the whore's extended arm.

Margaery sighed in delight and arched her body into his. She was so aroused by his show of dominance and how he toyed with his brother. She wanted to see more.

Margaery smiled when he offered to teach her how to properly flay the whore. She brought up the knife as he outstretched her arm. She carefully ran her knife around the whore's wrist and then around her shoulder.

She looked up to Hannibal as a student looks to a teacher. "Will you show me how to pull properly?"

Hannibal was watching her slice and nodded his approval. He gave a dark smile at her question. "Indeed I will. Now, the skin will be very slippery at first. I always carefully slice just under the skin around the long cut down the center to get started. Then it is just a matter of very slowly pulling." He said.

The screams would be beautiful, and he was enjoying how his brother seemed truly distressed enough to not speak right now.

Margaery carefully guided her blade to slice beneath the skin to almost make a sleeve. That allowed her to get a proper grip and pull the skin off. She looked to Hannibal for approval.

Ramsay watched in horror. He knew he couldn't get loose, and all he could do was watch as they flayed Myranda.

"What next, my love?" Margaery pressed her body back against Hannibal, murmuring the question softly, hoping that age want alone in her arousal.

Hannibal watched in delight as she flayed the skin very well. When she pressed back into him, she would feel his hard cock pressed up against the small of her back. Her eagerness and actions had him quite aroused indeed. He spotted his brother trying to get free and smirked. "Brother, you look a bit uncomfortable. Is your skin becoming hot? Perhaps we could open some up for you to not overheat." He said lowly.

He looked to his wife. "That depends. We could take off some more of her skin. We could remove a finger or toe. Or...we could slice her open so that she can see all of her squishy insides. Maybe I can bring my wolves in. They would enjoy the tender meal." He said. If the right cut was made, the guts would spill out, but the contents would remain where they were. Hannibal was curious what his brother would think of his whore dying at the teeth of his dire wolves.

Margaery smiled and turned to press her front into Hannibal. Her fingers traced over his chest as she leaned up a bit. "Now, now my love, you don't want your wolves eating tainted meat, do you? Better to feed him to his own hounds."

She looked to the seething Ramsay and looked up to Hannibal. She leaned up to whistle in his ear. "Will you flay some part of his for me? I want to see how else you'll torture him."

Margaery made sure to grind her hips into his and kissed over his neck.

Hannibal enjoyed how she pressed into him. He chuckled at her words and his cock twitched at bother her words and how close she was to him.

He turned to his captain. "Are any of his hounds still breathing? Bring a few of them in here." He said before signaling a servant to gag his brother so that he could not whistle. Hannibal then pulled the whore's jaw down until it popped and hung loose from being dislocated. He bent down and sliced her Achilles' tendons so that she could not run and fewer of his guards were needed to restrain her. He then cut across her lower belly just deep enough to allow her intestines to spill out intact.

The hounds came in growling and strain in at their collars. His men dropped the whore and took a few steps back. The hounds moved in and started with her already opened belly. It took a good twenty minutes before she finally died. "Take them back to their kennel with their kill." He said.

The room cleared until it was down to his captain, Hannibal, Margaery, and his brother Ramsay. Once they were alone, Hannibal removed the gag as he considered his wife's request. "Did you enjoy my first little game brother? I hope you did. My second game will last far longer than the first." He said.

He had made a decision on what he would remove first. His captain put a blade in the fire as Hannibal untied Ramsay's right arm. The captain stood across from Hannibal to hold the chair steady. Hannibal stretched Ramsay's arm taught. "I would rather you don't scream like a small girl brother." He said before pulling hard enough to fully dislocate the arm. Ramsay's arm hung loosely after being completely separated. Hannibal collected the hot knife to fully cut the limb off and prevent his brother from dying from blood loss.

He turned to his wife with the dismembered arm. "Is this what you had in mind dear? Or something smaller?" He asked. Ramsay was becoming less of a threat with each passing hour. Hannibal would at the very least remove his other hand before calling it an evening. Then his brother would truly no longer be a threat to him.

Margaery stepped back when the hounds were brought in. She knew Ramsay had been gagged, but better to be safe than sorry. Margaery watched and leaned into Hannibal's back as the hounds began to devour the whore. Ramsay shouted and cried out, though the sounds were muffled against the gag. While they watched, Margaery wrapped her arms around Hannibal's middle and kissed over his ear.

Once the whore and hounds were cleared away, Margaery released Hannibal and let him move freely. She finished her wine as she watched him move to his brother.

Ramsay glared and bared his teeth. He didn't scream from having his arm pulled out. He had just had his balls cut off. This pain wasn't much. When his arm was cut off he set his jaw against the pain and glared up at Hannibal. He spat in his brother's face.

Margaery didn't take kindly to that. She brought her cup forward and regarded Ramsay. "I was thinking something else."

She tilted a brow as she used the knife to turn Ramsay's head. "I remember the tales of old. Before the Seven Kingdoms were United and the Bolton Red Kings waged war on the Stark Kings. Gruesome men indeed."

Margaery delicately pushed the tip of the knife into a section of Ramsay's throat and made his blood run freely down his neck. Only then did she get carried away and put her cup to the cut to catch his blood. "The stories said they would drink the blood of enemies - some of their Queens bathed in it, even....can you imagine?"

"You forget, woman, I am Bolton by blood," Ramsay hissed. "You are Bolton by name. That is my legacy of which you speak."

"Was. It was your legacy. But you disgraced it," Margaery snapped, swirling the blood in her cup.

Hannibal would be certain that all of his hounds were killed soon. He did not like them in the least either. He wiped off the spit and watched as his wife approached. He knew the legacy and was curious of what she truly had in mind.

He reached for the cup, but would only take it if she handed it to him. He did tilt his head to her in curiosity. "You are requesting his blood? He does not have quite enough to bathe in, but perhaps enough to wash your hands." He said.

Margaery handed the cup carefully to Hannibal. She tilted her head and furrowed her brow. "Drinking of blood and consuming of flesh. The gods punish such behavior. Even bathing in blood seems taboo."

Ramsay just breathed heavily and eyed the pair. "You couldn't handle my blood, brother. It's far too strong for you."

Margaery glared at Ramsay. "More likely he's contracted some sort of disease from his whore that you might contract from drinking his blood, my lover." Her hand rested over Hannibal's shoulder and again she pressed close to him.

Hannibal ignored his brother as he held the cup. He did not fear drinking the blood, he knew it would not kill him.

He thought for a moment before looking into her eyes. "He is a bastard. His blood was tainted from birth. He was easily beaten and does not deserve such a place of honor as having any part consumed by us." He said before pouring the blood out upon the floor.

Her curiosity was peaked. But Margaery shelved it for later. She turned her attention back to Ramsay and kept the knife in her hand.

"What do we do with him?" Margaery sighed, placing a kiss on Hannibal's shoulder. "Look at him. He's so pathetic and weak..."

Ramsay lunged as much as he could, but didn't get far. Margaery held up the knife again and tilted a brow. "Oh, we didn't like that, did we?" She smirked. "He still thinks he's a fighter, love."

Hannibal chuckled as his brother jumped in his seat at her taint. "I think we should ensure he has no power should he get his hands...hand on a blade." He said with dark glee. It was quite a bit of fun to see him squirm in discomfort.

Margaery's eyes flashed to the guard, and to Ramsay's wrist. The guard held Ramsay's arms down tight so that he couldn't move. Margaery then stepped forward, letting her fingers run over the cold steel of the blade. Carefully she slid her ring finger over the edge of the blade - but she still managed to leave a thin slice along her finger, blood pearling along the cut as it bubbled up from beneath her skin.

"Indeed we should," she replied. With the same knife, she pressed the tip of her blade into the joint of his middle finger before cutting straight through and cutting it off. Margaery proceeded to do the same with his ring and index fingers. Leaving him only his thumb and little finger.

Margaery tilted a brow then as she regarded the bleeding and whimpering Ramsay Snow. "He looks so gruff and unshaven husband, can't have a Bolton house member looking like that even if he is a bastard." She held up the knife. "Should I help shave him?"

Hannibal spotted the slice she gave herself. After she was done removing three of his fingers, Hannibal lifted her finger to suckle the blood off. He slowly took the blade from her and shook his head. "We have to leave something for tomorrow my dear. Let us leave him here to think about his foolishness." He said as he pulled her close. He wanted her now, and he wanted to draw out his brother's death at least until they had a raven back from Highgarden.

Margaery watched and bit her lower lip as he suckled her finger clean. She pouted when he refused her, but there was an appeal in drawing out his torture. Besides, they did need to hear her brother's response - and something he had said before made her curious. "Very well, my love."

She looked to the guards and back to Ramsay. "Clap him in chains from the neck down. I don't want even the slightest risk of him getting away."

Then her attention was completely to her husband. Margaery pressed into him and kissed Hannibal deep. "And what does the new Lord Bolton desire of his bride?"

Hannibal nodded to his Captain who would set a guard and keep his brother very healthy until the morning. Hannibal then scooped Margaery up and carried her towards the stairs. He went towards the room that had once belonged to Lord Stark.

"I would have your legs wrapped around me as you scream in pleasure." He said lowly.

Margaery yelped in surprise and threw her arms around him. She kissed him deep and pressed her body to his as he carried her. "Mmm, is that all?" Margaery teased.

Already, before they arrived at the room, Margaery began undoing the clips and clasps of his doublet and clothes. As he ascended the stairs and carried her to the bed, she pushed his clothes away, leaving a short trail to the bedroom consisting of his doublet and fur cloak.

Hannibal chuckled as she undressed him as they walked. He kicked his boots off as he set her on her feet in front of the foot of the massive bed. He undid the laces of her gown and had her bared in a matter of seconds. He would step out of his trousers and small clothes when she opened them.

He pulled her close to kiss her deeply. He picked her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He then moved them so that she was on her back in the center of the bed. He pulled back from the aggressive kiss slowly. "I'm going to plant a child within you tonight." He growled lowly. He quickly lined himself up and thrust deep within her. He rumbled her name lowly as he set a hard pace of fucking her.

As he set her down and quickly began undoing the laces of her gown, Margaery quickly set about undoing the laces of his trousers. She pushed his trousers and small clothes away to let him step out of them and come back to her arms.

She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her so easily. Margaery moaned as she kissed him back, nipping at his lower lip and suckling upon it. She tasted his metallic blood as it beaded onto his lip. When he lay her down she smirked up at him. Her nails dragged down his back and left shallow scratches. "I will give you a good, strong son," she promised.

As he slammed into her she cried out and squeezed her legs tighter around him. "Yes, yes-!" She cried out for him. Her core clenched and squeezed around him as he slammed into her over and over again. "Hannibal!!"

Hannibal growled lowly as she made that promise and moved into him with each of his powerful thrusts. He continued to pound into her as he hissed from the light scratches down his back. He was indeed rougher this time than he had been on their wedding night. His heart was pumping with excitement at becoming Lord Bolton and beginning the process of serving his brother his own medicine in large quantities.

Margaery didn't mind him being rougher. She'd had time now to adjust to the act and the strength of his cock. Margaery's back arched and she pressed her body into his, her legs squeezed around him.

All the while her core continued to squeeze and tense around his cock as he slammed into her. Margaery cried out louder and louder for him with each thrust. "Gods...oh, yes, Hannibal! Right there, don't stop!!" Margaery gasped and cried out as all the tension in her core seized tight, only to release and rush through her in tingling heat as she came hard around him.

Hannibal felt her go over hard and slammed into her as deep as he could before filling her with his seed. He stayed buried deep within her for a few moments before kissing her deeply. He quickly began to pound within her again without giving her a proper chance to recover from that first orgasm.

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