randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Margaery had taken great pleasure in the method of transporting Ramsay to Highgarden. She did love riding but every so often she would ride with Hannibal, enjoying leaning into his strong frame and kissing over his nape.

Once they arrived at Highgarden Willas and Olenna were at the entrance waiting. Willas wore armored that he hadn't donned in decades, but still seemed to suit him perfectly. For a moment, Margaery forgot that he was a cripple. Olenna stood beside him dressed all in black instead of her usual pastels. Margaery hated it. She looked so sad.

Willas hobbled forward to investigate the victim who had been brought before him. He tilted a brow and looked up to Hannibal. "Looks as though he's already endured a great deal."

Margaery dismounted and let one of the men take her horse. She approached slowly, though it was her grandmother who had approached her first, kissing her cheek and holding her arm. Willas tipped his head to his sister before smirking down to Ramsay. "But if you think your suffering has ended, you're mistaken. Bring him."

He gestured for his men to cut Ramsay loose and drag him to the courtyard. Margaery and Olenna followed. Willas seized Ramsay by what remained of his scalp and threw him into a great black cauldron in the center of the courtyard. He gave a low whistle.

Two men brought forth a great black box, and Margaery smiled. Willas looked to her. "Which will be first, sister? The execution? Or the gift?"

Margaery looked to Hannibal and gestured to the box. "For you, my love. A wedding present from your bride. I apologize for its tardy arrival."

When Hannibal opened the box, he would find nestled amidst red and black and green and gold silks a great egg, a glistening red with streaks of gold running over it. "Dragon eggs are hard to come by," Margaery would add, after he opened the lid. It was petrified, she'd been told, but she thought it a good gift all the same.

Hannibal put on a grave face of his own as what remained of his brother was dragged further. He found the cauldron curious and wondered if they were going to roast him or boil him. Either way it would be quite excruciating indeed.

He looked at the ornate box and gave her the smallest of smiles. He opened it and pulled her close slowly by her chin to kiss her tenderly. "It is most exquisite My Lady. I will need to think of a way to thank you properly." He said as his eyes danced. He had heard of petrified eggs. However, he had also heard rumors that they could indeed hatch.

Margaery kissed him back and smiled to see him so pleased with his gift. She nuzzled her nose against his playfully before looking up to his eyes again. "It is petrified, brought from the Shadowlands. But, my dear, I've heard tales that such was the case for Daenerys Targaryen and her dragons."

She looked to her brother, who looked to his own captain and gave a nod. The captain left the courtyard with four other men in tow. Margaery looked to Hannibal and smiled mischievously.

"So perhaps, with the right application of flame, you may awaken your own beast," she pointed out.

Just then, out stepped the captain and his men, carrying a large barrel, slowly, carefully. When they came to the cauldron they poured the contents of the barrel over Ramsay - a green, almost glowing liquid. Wildfire.

Willas was given a torch, which he held far from the cauldron so as not to ignite it prematurely. He gave a look to Hannibal, then to Margaery and Olenna. "Let this serve as a message to those who cross house Tyrell: we have grown strong, and even the fairest roses may yet have poison in their thorns. Such a crime and insult to our clan will not go unpunished. Nor shall kinslaying in any form."

With that, he dropped the torch into the cauldron and stepped back quickly as the green fire burst, burning Ramsay alive straight down to his bones. He didn't last long, but for those moments, it was the greatest agony he had ever felt.

Margaery watched and looked from Hannibal to the egg as the wildfire continued to burn.

Hannibal knew what that liquid was before they poured it. He gave a dark smirk to his brother as he watched the liquid pour. He felt a small thrill when he saw his brother consumed in the flames. It was a sense of relief to now have the power he had desired for years now.

He saw Margaery looking from him to the flames. He looked to her for a moment. "Was it natural flames she used?" He asked her lowly.

Margaery considered his question. "From what was explained to me, yes. But something supernatural happened that day. Targaryens are not fireproof, my love. But she set upon the pyre with her dragon eggs and walked away unscathed and unburnt."

Margaery focused on the crumbling ashes of Ramsay's body. "I think it was her powerful emotions that stoked that fire and woke her dragons. Not the natural fire itself. Else the dragons would have been awoken in the Shadowlands if they happened to be caught up in a blaze."

Hannibal considered her words very carefully. He gave a nod before finding a cart. He set the box in the cart and opened it. He touched over the egg and spoke lowly in high valeryn. "Come out and we shall have some fun." He then gave the cart a push so that it rolled next to the cauldron. Halfway there a piece of the wildfire landed on the cart.

The cart and box caught fire and were destroyed in an instant. However, the egg seemed to absorb the wildfire and glowed a brighter red. Hannibal watched with great interest as the egg seemed to grow brighter and brighter.

The wildfire had slowly died down within the cauldron with nothing else to consume. Hannibal still kept his distance. He thought he saw the egg moving.

Margaery jumped back a bit when the cart and box went up in flames. She clutched Hannibal's arm as she watched the green flames devour everything it touched until finally it died down.

She looked carefully as the egg glowed. Margaery definitely saw the egg move and begin to rattle. "As I thought...what better flame to wake a sleeping dragon than the flame created for Aerys Targaryen himself?" She whispered.

Soon enough the shell pieces began to break away. Margaery swore she heard a low, almost croaking sound.

Hannibal watched as the egg continued to move until the dragon did indeed hatch. All of the wildfire had died down and Hannibal approached the Crimson dragon with golden eyes. He strode forward to the creature and reached down to pick the creature up and place it on his leather padding on his wrist.

He spoke to it in Valeryn. "Welcome my son. I will feed and protect you until you grow large to protect me." He said as he pet over the top of its head.

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