randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery smiled as they approached the door to Sansa's chambers. "All that can wait, this is where you'll be staying. Hannibal and I are just down the gal should you need anything. Go ahead, open the door."

Sansa looked perplexed before opening the door. Inside were two dire wolf pups. One was smokey black and the other pristine white. They were playing and tumbling all around the room. Sansa was paralyzed.

"Moanna," Margaery called to her pup, who stopped and trotted towards her Mistress. The other pup whined. Margaery gestured to the pup. "Go on."

"Go on what?" Sansa stared.

"She's a gift, from my husband and I," Margaery smiled as Sansa's eyes went wide. "It was cruel, what happened to your first pup. She can't replace Lady proper, but..."

"She's wonderful!" Sansa cried out as she his Margaery and stepped forward before leaning down to pet the pup. "Margaery..." she looked up as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Thank you so much."

Littlefinger noted that he seemed to be a good ways away from Sansa's chambers. However, he was not concerned. He did not think that the Lord Bolton would go back on his end of their agreement.

Hannibal walked back towards his shared chambers with his wife. He spotted her in the door with Sansa and saw that Moanna was by her side. He gave a slight smile before bowing from where he stood far down the hallway.

Margaery glanced down the hall when she spotted movement. She smiled and gave a slow nod. Then her attention was on Sansa once again. "I'll leave you to it for now, myself or one of the servants will come knocking to summon you for dinner."

She stepped in close and held Sansa's hand. "I caution you, you're safe here but do not seek Littlefinger's council or let him in. If he knocks, pretend you are asleep."

Sansa nodded and again hugged her friend before releasing Margaery. Margaery closed the door and Moanna followed close behind her Mistress. She came to her own chambers where Hannibal stood and smiled. "The wolf was a wonderful idea."

Hannibal smiled as he gave a nod of his head. "It is something that will love her unconditionally and will live to protect her. Something she can trust absolutely to not betray her." He said as he led her into their chambers and shut the door. "Does she seem to trust you my love?" He asked her softly.

Margaery smiled as she stepped inside and stood closer to him. Her fingers trailed along his chest and tugged slightly at his doublet and cloak.

"She does," Margaery nodded. "Which I hope you plan to use constructively and not as a form of manipulation."

Hannibal chuckled at that as he leaned into her touch slightly. "I am glad she trusts you. I promise not to use it as a manipulation tool." He said before smirking as he leaned in closer to her. "I leave that entirely to you my love." He said with a low chuckle.

Margaery shoved him back but gave him a playful smile. "I would never have cause to manipulate Sansa. People have done that enough to her." As they had to Margaery as well. So she sympathized with the Stark girl.

Hannibal did not fight the push, but he did press back into her quickly. "Indeed they have. I have no intentions of manipulating her further my dear. My only intention is to give her an opportunity to be her own person and not have to worry about being manipulated by those around her." He said truthfully.

Margaery smiled and nodded her approval. "Good, I'm glad to hear it, love." She kissed him softly. "What have you arranged for dinner? The kitchen is making Sansa's favorite lemon cakes, I trust?"

Hannibal nodded at her words as he slowly walked towards her and began to guide her back to their bed. "Indeed they are. They are also making a nice northern stew for her. The goal is for her to miss Winterfell so that she desires to return there."

Margaery chuckled as she stepped back against the bed. "I see - and what exactly is your plan that you're carrying out right now?" She gestured between them. "Dinner is not so far off, my darling."

Hannibal smirked as he continued until he was pressing up against her. "It is far enough away for me to enjoy a sweet treat." He said before licking his lips slowly.

Margaery chuckled as her fingers slid beneath his doublet and shirt. She kissed him softly and chuckled against his lips. "Mmm, you'll spoil your dinner, my darling. And besides, we have guests."

Hannibal smirked at her words as his hands slid over her sides slowly. "It won't spoil my dinner. Besides, I can manage to keep my volume discreet. Can you?" He asked with a teasing look as his lips moved over her jaw and up to her ear. "Now, why don't you have a seat and spread your legs so that I can use my mouth to gain my treat." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery lay back against the bed. One hand came up and ran her fingers through her hair. "Mmm, naughty," she whispered. "But very well, as long as you're sure your won't spoil your dinner...I can't promise to keep quiet, however."

Hannibal smirked as he slid down onto his knees between her legs. He shifted her skirts so that he could slip beneath them. He kissed along the inside of her thighs and nipped at the skin lightly to tease her. He left at least one mark there as he moved up to her folds to lick over her folds slowly.

Margaery moaned softly as he slipped beneath her skirts. She lifted them up so that she could watch him licking and nipping at her thighs. "Ahhh...." she sighed. She arched her hips up to press her folds more insistently against his mouth.

Hannibal smirked as he continued to lick over her folds slowly. His tongue and lips focused on her clot first to cause her to grow very wet and her desire to practically overtake her.

Margaery moaned and writhed from the efforts of his mouth and tongue. Her fingers tugged gently at his hair. "God...yes, Hannibal..."

Meanwhile, down the hall Sansa was playing with her new wolf pup. But the pup was interested in a corner of the room. She pawed at a particular stone and the wall pushed away to reveal a secret passage. Sansa stared and curiosity got the better of her. She moved down the passage with her pup following.

She heard Margaery. Margaery moaning. She almost turned back, but again, curiosity got the better of her. She walked closer and came to a dead end, but there was a small space between some of the stones, and she could see inside.

She could see Hannibal between Margaery's legs and how he pleasured her.

Hannibal continued to tease her clit before he began to use his lips and teeth to satisfy her. He wanted to really make her moan in pleasure. He wanted to be certain that Littlefinger heard how he pleasured his wife.

Margaery gasped at the integration of his teeth into the mix. Her hips continued to arch and roll in rhythm with his movements. She did continue to moan, arching her body and crying out for Hannibal.

Sansa blushed as she saw her friend's face contorted in pleasure. Her hand came to her mouth to silence any sounds that her mouth may have made to betray her position. But thus far the couple were completely unaware that they had an audience. At least Margaery was.

Margaery's breath shuddered in her chest and her body trembled from the pleasure that rushed through her body. "So close..." she whimpered. "Don't stop..."

Hannibal did not hear any noises over Margaery. He redoubled her efforts as one hand moved to run circles over her clit to send her over into an orgasm. He wanted to hear her cry out nice and loud for him as he drank down his sweet snack.

Margaery's back arched and she felt her body unravel from his tongue so carefully circling her clit. Sparks rushed through her core and Margaery screamed out his name as her orgasm overwhelmed her and burst from her core and up her spine to the rest of her body. "Gods...yes...oh, Hannibal!" she cried out.

Sansa's eyes widened, seeing Margaery in this state. She stepped back, took a moment to recover her senses, then leaned in and looked through the crevice again.

Hannibal greedily drank down her release before pulling back slowly. "Mmm, the perfect snack. I promise to pleasure you in this manner when you are great with child."

Margaery breathed heavily for several minutes. When he spoke of her being with child, she smiled and ran her fingers over her slender belly. "Mmm, I look forward to it," she sat up and tipped his head up to kiss him deep. She tasted herself on his lips and chuckled. "I also look forward to watching my belly swell as your child grows."

Sansa slowly stepped away and began to edge her way back towards her chambers, her face still hot with blush over what she'd witnessed.

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