randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Hannibal smirked as he grazed his teeth over the side of her neck. Now that she knew of his unique taste for human flesh. His powerful arms continued to hold her tight. "I do? I do wonder if you will moan prettily for me as I seduce you into willingly spreading your legs for me to fill you with my massive cock." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery shivered, but it was a shiver of arousal as he nibbled over her neck. A soft sigh escaped her and beneath the furs she squirmed a bit. "Ahhh...I suppose that would depend on the technique you use to seduce me."

Hannibal chuckled with a low rumble at her words. "You enjoy my cock far too much to not happily spread your legs for me." He said as his kisses and nips moved along her collarbone and up the other side of her neck. "You e joy feeling my cock sliding into the deepest parts of your body and overwhelming your senses and hitting every sensitive spot within your core." He said in a low whisper.

He wondered if describing fucking her would seduce her.

Margaery bit her lower lip and imagined everything as he described it. She imagined and relived the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her, hitting deep inside and sending shocks of pleasure through her body. But she held out. "How depraved do you think your lady is? It requires a bit more than that, playing on my needs."

She leaned up and nipped over his ear. "Think of it, tell me more about how you feel, sheathing yourself completely inside me, filling me up and coating my insides with your release."

Hannibal chuckled lowly. He continued his nipping and teasing. "I enjoy how tightly your sweet core squeezes my cock. It feels especially good when your muscles twitch and massage my cock as I fuck you deep." He said.

Margaery tried to maneuver within the furs to free her arms and pull it up from her legs. Of course she was limited by how much she would let him do. "Gods, yes...and it does feel so good when your cock slides inside me and stretches my walls."

She looked up to him and pressed her forehead to his. "Will you fill me again? ...and again...and again?"

Hannibal had the furs tossed to the side in a second. He then moved to pin her to the bed with authority as he slid his very hard cock deep within her. He set another hard, deep pace of claiming her body. "Until the sun rises." He growled lowly.

Margaery wrenched her hands free to seize either side of his face. She kissed him hard and arched her hips to keep him inside and match his thrusts. Margaery moaned into the kiss and nipped hard at his lower lip. "And forever after." Her chest pressed up to his, moving as much as she could beneath him. Tingling heat rushed through her body and made her squirm and cry out.

Hannibal growled as he nipped and battled against her tongue to regain control of the kiss. He continued his hard thrusts before shifting the angle slightly to go deeper and strike against a new point deep within her core.

Margaery's head fell back against the bed as he shifted his angle. Her dark hair fell in curls over the pillows and furs, all about her head like some dark halo. Each thrust had her body going tenser, and had her crying out louder. Her core began to seize around his cock. Each strike and thrust had his tip hitting against her sensitive spot deep within. "There...right there!" she cried out. "Oh please...don't...gods, keep going!!"

Hannibal smirked when she cried out like that. It was indeed quite delicious to have her so worked up that she could not even form proper sentences. He growled as he continued to thrust into her until he gave one final thrust and released his seed deep within her once again.

Margaery was completely overwhelmed with lust and desire. Her mind was a blur, and all she could think of was her arousal and pursuing it further. Right as she felt his cock twitching within her, Margaery's core seized tight around him, and a tremor raked through her body. Her core released all of its tension as his release filled her up. Margaery cried out his name, the name of her lord and king, over and over as she came.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject