[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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Renly Baratheon was dead, leaving his claim to the throne empty and his wife Margaery Tyrell a widow. Roose Bolton, of course, could spy an opportunity a mile away. He sent a raven to Highgarden, to Lord Mace Tyrell. Roose proposed that his youngest son and only legitimate heir be married to Margaery. Mace agreed, rather quickly as well - likely out of fear for the Bolton name.

But of course, Olenna Tyrell wasn't about to let that agreement happen. At least not on any terms but her own. So the agreement was made, but a time for delivering her to Winterfell had not been determined, and Olenna was not about to agree to one.

Ramsay Snow, wanting to be useful to his father and acknowledged as a true Bolton, decided to take action on his own. He took a small band of Bolton men and rode to Highgarden - he knew Margaery was there, after her day-long marriage to the late King Joffrey had ended. He kidnapped the Tyrell heiress and rode back to Winterfell. When he arrived, he dragged Margaery in with no amount of mercy or delicacy. He found his half-brother and father in a sitting room going over charts and battle strategies. Margaery, clad in a light dress with a keyhole opening at the front showing her cleavage and wrapping around her lower back, showing off the curves of her back and the lean muscle beneath her skin. Her skin was cold and covered in goosebumps, her lips slightly dark and a light shade of blue. But all the fire and anger was in Margaery's eyes. She wrenched herself free of Ramsay's grip and pulled her lips back to bare her teeth.

"Unhand me, mongrel!" she hissed.

"Dear father, brother - see what I've brought? We'll not have the Tyrells welching on their agreement any longer," Ramsay grinned. "The flower is a little frosty, but only because she did not appreciate my generosity of allowing her to ride in the carriage."

"What I did not appreciate was a bastard snatching me from my ancestral home and dragging me with no proper clothes into the North," Margaery snapped.

She so badly wanted to shift towards the fire, but she was bound and determined to stand tall and tough. Ramsay obviously thought her weak, she would prove him wrong.

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[tyrelltempest]

Margaery moaned aloud and rolled her hips forward and back. It felt good, even through all the layers of her skirts and through his own clothes, she could feel how hard he was. She laughed at his question and kissed him hard. "I'm your wife, aren't I? My grandmother would not have taken such a liking to you if it hadn't."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal simply smirked at her. He continued to rock into her with his hard cock. He began to shift her skirts so that they were not in the way of her rocking just against his trousers and trapped cock. He slid a hand to tease over her folds and free his cock at the same time. He then slipped his cock deep within her right as they hit a nice little bump so that he slipped a touch deeper within her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery gasped softly when she felt his fingers at her folds. She felt him moving to free his cock, and pouted when he did not afford her time to play with it. But her pout was short-lived as he so suddenly slammed into her. Margaery cried out and arched her body into his.

Smirking, she reached up and undid the ties of her corset to free her breasts for him to lick and tease as he liked. "You're insatiable," she laughed as she began to bounce up and down atop him.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled at that as he quite eagerly began to suckle on those full, luscious breasts of hers. "Mmmm, with the perfect woman by my side who is willing to both spread her legs and be seduced by me how could I not be?" He complemented.

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Margaery smirked and ran her fingers through his hair. At the back of his head she gave a sharp tug to pull him back from her breasts. "Any common whore can spread her legs and allow herself to be seduced. Don't forget that it is a queen that rides you now."

Margaery dropped down her hips harder to take him in deeper. When she bounced up, she held herself up for a long moment before dropping down hard again. She repeated this over and over, moaning and crying out as he hit her sweet, sensitive spot over and over again.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled at the tug to his hair. He smirked before kissing her deeply. "Indeed you are." He rumbled lowly. He growled at how good it felt to feel her bouncing up and down along his hard, throbbing length.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery moaned into the kiss, bringing both hands up to frame his face as she kissed him hard. All the while her hips never stopped as she dropped down hard upon him over and over again. Her core tightened and squeezed around his cock as she rode him. Ready to burst at any moment.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly into the kiss when he felt how her walls were already tightly squeezing around his cock as if she were ready to burst. He grunted a bit before he rocked up deep within her as he spilled his seed from how incredibly tight she was in this moment.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery cried out as he rocked deeper and harder into her. She brought her hips down just once more before tingling heat burst through her. Margaery cried out and her hips bucked against his, pursuing every last second of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. She kissed him hard once again and playfully bit his lower lip.

"I'm surprised you haven't filled me past capacity with your seed yet, love," every day for nearly a month. If she wasn't pregnant, something would have to be wrong with her.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled at the teasing bite to his lower lip. "Perhaps I will simply have to fill you more until we find exactly what that capacity is." He teased her as he rolled his hips up into her teasingly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and nuzzled against him. She kissed him softly this time and pressed her hips down against his, harder, letting him sink in deeper. "I would not object, but this is hardly a place for that, don't you think? I do hope we will be home soon? I am anxious to christen our bed in the Dreadfort."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he heard a whistle from outside the carriage. He rolled his hips into her slowly. "We are about to cross into the North proper. From there it will be just a few hours longer. Shall we christen the boarder that we will wipe away once we take King's Landing?" He rumbled lowly.

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Margaery smirked as she moved up, letting him slide out of her. She clutched her skirts and moved so that her back faced Hannibal, and again she sat straddling his lap and took him inside, reversing their previous position. "Mmm...an opportunity I can hardly refuse..." she looked over her shoulder and kissed the side of his mouth.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal watched as she turned around and rumbled his approval lowly. He returned the kiss and shifted his hands to hold her hips. He would support her as she rode him across the boarder. "I do hope your seat is not too bouncy my Lady." He said lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery moaned as she began to circle her hips, letting his cock hit every angle within her. "Mmm, not at all - this seat has just the right amount of bounce." Margaery slowly pulled her hips up before dropping back down again, moaning as he filled her up.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly in approval as she bounced atop him so enthusiastically. "I am glad your ride is satisfactorily bouncy." He grunted.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery chuckled as she leaned back, her back flush against his chest as she slid slowly, up and down, watching as much as she could the sight of his cock disappearing inside her tight heat. "Am I too heavy for you? Am I being too rough on you my king?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled lowly as he nipped playfully at her neck. "Mmmm, not at all my Queen. You may ride as rough as you desire." He said as one hand shifted up to play with her free, bouncing breasts.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery bent forward slightly, mimicking the motion of him bending her over. She pressed her palms against the wall of the carriage for support. Then she bounced her hips down as she fucked him, moaning louder as she felt her core beginning to tense and coil in arousal.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal noted her position and that she seemed to enjoy this. He would be certain to claim her from behin once they arrived home to really give her pleasure in this different position. He growled her name lowly before shooting his seed deep within her. Gods did she ever feel good wrapped around his cock like that.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery cried out as his release filled her up. It triggered her own orgasm, and Margaery spasmed over him. Fluid burst from her core and she moaned his name as she came so hard over him.

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The journey home to Dreadfort had been wonderful for Margaery. She had enjoyed having him fill her and had spent a good portion of their first evening home in bed with Hannibal. Then the next morning she went right to work; she fit right into her role as lady of the house and commanded the maids and servants to clean up and make everything perfect for Sansa's arrival. She wondered if Sansa knew she would be here, that she would have a friend at the Dreadfort.

As the preparations were completed, Margaery smiled to Hannibal and gestured to the setup. "What do you think, my love?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal had enjoyed filling her over and over again their first night in their home. He was proud of her for having such a command of herself to begin making preparations for their guests. He nodded his approval as he inspected what she had done. "It looks very good my Lady." He said before leaning in to whisper into her ear. "Show her the golden rose, not the flayed man." He said.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery was surprised by his words and looked up to him. She kept her voice low as she replied. "The golden rose? Why would I fly the colors of my clan here in your ancestral home?" The flayed man belonged in the Dreadfort. The golden rose belonged in Highgarden.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal shook his head as he kissed her temple. "Show her the gentleness she remembers of you from the past. Do not show her the Bolton you have become." He said softly. He did not want to frighten Sansa, and he was uncertain if she would even have the backbone to desire to speak with him.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery blushed, having misunderstood him. But she nodded when he explained and smiled up to him. "Of course. My name may change, but at my core I shall always be a Tyrell golden rose."

There came a yell from the gates that their visitors approached, and Margaery's eyes lit up. She took Hannibal's hand and started to pull him towards the castle exit out to the courtyard. "Come my love! They're here!"