[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

[tyrelltempest]

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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[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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?"

[notavegetarian]

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."

[tyrelltempest]

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."

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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."

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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."

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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..."

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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."

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal returned the kiss and tilted his head to her with some light in his eyes. "Do you suspect you are? Or do you know and are simply toying with me?" He asked with a smirk.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery chuckled and leaned down to kiss him. She gave a playful smirk a day there was indeed a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You think I could keep a secret from you, my love?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked when he saw that light in her eyes as well. "Indeed I do. At least until you have the opportunity to tell me in your own way and on your own terms." He teased her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and kissed him again. "I doubt I could keep a secret from you for very long. Is be too excited to share the joyous news with you."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled softly at that. "Indeed, you might give the game away in such a manner. Perhaps you should refrain from strong wines for the time being until it is confirmed." He said as he slowly stood and offered her a hand.