randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Hannibal panted softly as he remained buried to the hilt within her. He allowed them both to recover for a moment before claiming her mouth in a deep kiss filled with passion.

Margaery kissed him deep and pushed her fingers through his hair as she held his head down close to hers. She moaned into the kiss before pulling back just a little to look into his eyes. "If you haven't planted a child inside me after all that, I'll be surprised."

Hannibal chuckled at that as he kissed the center of her forehead. "I may have even planted two within you." He said teasingly. He kept her pressed close to him as he continued to kiss over her forehead tenderly.

Margaery laughed softly and nuzzled against his neck as he kissed her forehead. "I love you," she whispered. "My dārys..."

She kissed him softly again before leaning into him and cuddling in close.

Hannibal smiled as he brushed his thumb over her cheek to look deep into her eyes. "As I love you, my daria." He said tenderly.

The next morning Margaery went down to the dining hall with Hannibal. She was clad in a heavy red gown with black fur trim. When they arrived the Maester was waiting for them, with a large raven perched on his wrist. The message carried by the bird was sealed with green wax and the Tyrell seal.

Margaery smiled as she approached, anxious for her brother's response. "Well then, Maester? What news from Highgarden?"

The Maester unrolled the scroll and read the message aloud to the Lord and lady. "Dearest sister and new brother, we are deeply disturbed to hear the news of Loras' death, but are consoled somewhat by the capture of the bastard Ramsay Snow. We would be obliged to have you bring him alive to Highgarden to be punished by the Tyrell clan he has so offended. We will make preparations immediately to receive you. Margaery - the black box you sent for has arrived, we will keep it safe in Highgarden until your arrival. Sincerely, Willas Tyrell, interim lord of Highgarden."

The last news made Margaery grin and clap her hands happily. "Wonderful! Two pieces of good news in one morning!" She kissed Hannibal's cheek. "We should make haste to Highgarden, darling."

Ramsay was placed in his chair before them both as the letter was being read. Hannibal looked over his brother slowly as he considered the message. He turned to his captain. "With just the vanguard and no carriages, how long would it take to reach Highgarden?" He asked.

His captain answered, "Two days at a full gallop my lord. Three for a moderate pace."

Hannibal turned to regard his bloodied brother. "Send four riders now. One is to find a place for us to sleep for each of our journeying days in a place where we can store our prisoner. How soon can we have horses ready for the journey?"

The captain answered that three hours was all that was required.

Hannibal turned to his wife. "We can return with a carriage, would this amount of haste please you my Lady?" He asked. He would let her ride with him upon his horse if she grew weary of riding by herself.

Margaery listened carefully and was absolutely giddy with anticipation. She smirked triumphantly to Ramsay and then turned to Hannibal with genuine excitement. "That suits me fine, my Lord. Gives us plenty of time to get settled and prepare for the journey."

She looked to Ramsay and seized his jaw in a tight grip. "You think the Tyrell's are incapable of cruelty? I promise you, my brother has vengeance in his heart unlike any you've ever seen. He will kill you, and it will not be quick or merciful."

Ramsay spat in her face, and earned a sharp backhand from his sister-in-law.

Hannibal made certain that preparations were made in haste for their journey. He then nodded to his captain who stepped forward and forced Ramsay to open his mouth and kept it open nice and wide. Hannibal placed metal tongs on Ramsay's tongue and pulled the muscle out of his mouth. A red hot knife was placed in his hand. "I hope you had nothing more to say brother." He said before slicing his tongue off with the red hot blade to prevent bleeding.

He then regarded his brother slowly. "You don't look a proper Bolton brother...perhaps that will change after you have been drug down to Highgarden. Fit him with a nice harness of our largest, roughest rope. We don't want him breaking his neck after all." He said.

Ramsay was pulled behind Hannibal's horse. Galloping across the lands and with Ramsay naked, there were many cuts and pieces of his flesh missing. Hannibal's wolves would nip at him along the way, but never actaully bit him.

The last stop before the reached High Garden. Hannibal shaved his brother and trimmed his hair. He then flayed what remained of his body in strips along his entire length. Ramsay was still very much alive, but hardly anything remained of what he was originally.

Once they finally arrived at High Garden, there was very little of Ramsay's skin left on his body. He was coughing up blood at the bottom of the steps of the castle where Hannibal had stopped his horse. Many of his teeth had been broken from a variety of rocks he had encountered along the journey. He also had broken rips and his feet were completely mangled.

Hannibal looked up at the welcoming party. "I have brought the traitorous prisoner you have requested." He said. They had sent a raven ahead of them to inform High Garden of their prompt arrival, and how Roose Bolton had been killed during Ramsay's arrest.

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