randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Margaery again pressed her nails hard into Hannibal's back as she felt the heat of his release fill her up. She took a moment to breathe and kissed him back when he came down again. Then when he suddenly slammed into her and began his hard chain of thrusts, she cried out again. Margaery writhed beneath him and arched against his body.

"You didn't jest..." she whimpered, leaning up to bite him playfully on the shoulder. "I'm sure to be-aaah! -expecting your child come morning."

Which suited her just fine. She wanted nothing more than to give him an heir to Winterfell and the Dreadfort.

But she wasn't about to just lay back and let him control everything. Margaery squeezed her legs and flipped them over. She pinned him down, keeping her legs around him while her hands pinned down his shoulders to the bed. "I daresay darling, you've made this Tyrell quite the Bolton indeed." She was hungry, insatiable - it was a thirst only he could quench.

Hannibal hissed at the bite and he in turn nipped at her neck to leave a dark mark that would be there for a day or two upon her slender neck. He continued his pace of fucking her until she managed to flip them over.

There was a look of dark arousal on his face as he rocked his hips to thrust up into her even deeper. He pushed her hands aside so that he could sit up and kiss over her breasts. "I must say you are a proper Bolton now my love." He said lowly from arousal.

Margery smiled as he sat up. Her legs moved, knees bent up near his ribs while her feet rested on the bed behind him. She kissed at his temple and arched her back to let his mouth have more access to her full breasts. The breasts she had offered to Renly, who had refused her.

Far better to be a Bolton than a Baratheon. It was hard for Margaery to believe that she had ever wanted to refuse marriage to this man.

"And I will continue to be," she moaned, bouncing her hips down to meet and match the power of his thrusts. "I will be a good, strong queen of the north for you."

Thinking about it, of being his queen and ruling over the Seven Kingdoms with him made her tighter and wetter than before. Margaery moaned aloud and continued arching her body against his.

Hannibal growled as she continued to bounce atop him and arch her full breasts into him even more. He felt how tight she got from her proclamation and truly enjoyed that sensation. His cock was already throbbing and twitching deep within her.

His mouth was leaving a trail of marks along her breasts. He looked deep into her eyes and growled her name before once again spilling into her.

Margaery moaned and rolled her body relentlessly forward and back, up and down to pursue that tingling heat that Hannibal built up inside her. She didn't mind the marking, she rather liked it. As he nipped and marked along her breasts, Margaery moaned aloud and trembled. When she felt the heat of his release once again, Margaery leaned down and bit down hard over his neck, leaving a mark of her own upon him as she went over with him. She tasted his blood and moaned at the metallic taste. Simultaneously she brought her hips down hard to catch every last drop of his release. She cried out his name over and over as her orgasm rushed through her.

Hannibal growled when she marked his neck as well. He pulled her into a deep kiss and gel it until his cock eventually fully softened. He pulled back from the kiss as he laid back slowly and pulled her so that she was flush against his body.

He smiled as he pet through her hair slowly. "Are you certain you are from the South?" He said with a low chuckle.

Margaery moved with him and lay down overtop him. She chuckled at his words and kissed over his jaw.

"Quite certain, dearest," she smiled. Her fingers played over his chest, tracing over his muscles fir a long moment.

Until finally her curiosity mounted again. "Hannibal...what you said before, that Ramsay was not good enough to be consumed, have you...does that mean you have consumed people before? Those who were indeed clean and worthy?"

Hannibal regarded her face for a moment as he considered her quesfion. "The first time was for survival out in the woods on a hunt with my hunting Master. The second was a ceremony my father suggested I do to prove that I had the blood of the ancient Royal Bolton line within me. That was when I realized a slight enjoyment of the taste." He answered honestly.

He smiled as he brushed a thumb over her cheek gently. "It is a powerful feeling to have such victory over your enemy to peel a bit of them off and consume it before them. It makes even the most highborn of men feel lower than a dog." He said. He had never consumed women or children since that trip in the woods. Only men. In fact the next man that was of most interest to him was the ever elusive Little Finger. That would be very lean meat, although he expected a bit of banter from the man while he was eaten, something Hannibal had not yet come across.

Margaery leaned back a bit as he confessed. The gods punished such acts. Didn't they? She brushed her fingers along his chest. Somehow, she's not disgusted or fearful. Margaery just stared at him for a good long while.

"What...." There's a pause as she considered her own question. "....what did it taste like?"

She was curious, and for a long while she regarded the curve of his lips. Margaery thought long over what it must have been like, drinking the blood of another and consuming human flesh. Her fingers came up and she dragged her index finger along his lower lip. Her eyes were dark with arousal and curiosity.

Hannibal could see her curiosity and found his arousal spiking. "Most tasted like lean dear meat with the sweetness of a rabbit." He said. He could see that she was curious. "I do not eat them raw. I personally season and cool them." He explained.

She nodded slowly and leaned in closer. His were the lips that had consumed the flesh of other people; that had drank the blood of his enemies. Margaery was very quiet for a moment before leaning down and kissing him softly. Her lips closed around his lower lip and her tongue pressed into his mouth, as though she would be able to partake of the phantom taste.

After a long moment, she pulled back and smiled down to him. "You're a dangerous man, my Lord Bolton."

Hannibal returned the kiss and noted her curiosity in the kiss. He chuckled at her comment as he brushed his thumb over her cheek gently. "You are a dangerous woman Lady Bolton." He said lowly. He dropped his voice lower. "If you have a desire for a sweeter meat all you need do is ask." He said.

Margaery smiled and tipped her head into his touch. She loved watching him assert his dominance, but she equally loved his tender moments. Margaery kissed his chin playfully.

"You think I'm strong enough, that I might have the stomach for such a thing?" She tilted a brow at him.

Hannibal smiled to her and nodded his head. "Indeed I do. I am careful with this special prey. I do not picked diseased animals." He promised her. He continued to pet over the side of her face before growing more somber. "Do you desire more to satisfy that insatiable lust of yours? Or shall we retire for the evening? I suspect we will have a raven back from Highgarden tomorrow night." He said.

Margaery smiled playfully before pulling back and wrapping the furs on the bed about her bare form. "And do you think, my dearest Lord Bolton, that you can proposition me in such a manner? A lady takes a bit more wooing than that, even a new lady of the North."

She smiled over her shoulder to him, daring him, and turned her back.

Hannibal chuckled at her response before wrapping his arms around her and trapping her in those furs. He kissed along her jaw slowly before nipping and nibbling along the side of her neck and just below her ear. "Oh? How should I proposition such a powerful Lady of the North?" He asked with a low rumble.

Margaery giggled as he trapped her. She tipped her head back and moaned at the sensation of his lips. "Mmmm....you seduce her of course, my darling." Margaery nuzzled against the side of his head to kiss his temple.

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