randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery smiled and studied his form as he undressed. Her fingers reached out to touch over his chest and chiseled abdomen.

She slid her hands down and tugged his trousers to pull him closer. Her body pressed up against him, her bare breasts against his abdomen. "Mmmm...I do wish we had met that way." She whispered, finding his bulge through his trousers and kissing it softly through the fabric.

Hannibal stepped forward at her tug and rumbled his approval when she kissed over his covered cock. He tilted her chin up. "I am glad we met my love." He said with love in his eyes.

"As am I," she replied without hesitation. "But you must admit that it would have been better under different circumstances."

She cupped his hardened cock in her palm and rubbed carefully to tease him further.

Hannibal had slipped his trousers and small clothes down to step out of them to fully reveal himself to her. "Had the original plan happened, I would have wooed your properly, with your grandmother's permission...not just your father's." He said.

Margaery smiled, a slight tinge of sadness in the curve of her lips. Ramsay had stolen their proper meeting. He had forced the Tyrell hand and rushed their meeting. They should have had time to woo one another, to fall for each other properly.

It had turned out fine in the end, but still, they had been robbed.

Margaery shifted to the center of the bed. She beckoned him to her with a curl of her finger and smiled up to him. "Come to me, my love." For the moment, she just wanted to feel his weight over her.

Hannibal smiled to her before slowly crawling atop her and pressing his weight into hers slowly. He kissed her deeply as he rubbed his length over her teasingly before pulling back from the kiss slowly. "If you desire...I can always make a game of wooing you my love." He rumbled lowly into her ear.

Margaery wrapped her arms around him as he settled atop her. She kissed him back and moaned softly against his lips. When he pulled back and made his proposal age tilted a brow at him. "How might you manage that, my love? You've already stolen my heart, it belongs to none other than yourself."

Margaery had thought that she loved Renly, but being with Hannibal now only made her realize that this was true, pure love.

Hannibal smiled as he pulled back from the kiss to look deep into her eyes. "To make you even happier my love, whatever it takes." He said gently.

He did truly love her and he would strive to please her every day and to find new ways to fall in love with each other all over again.

Margaery smiled and kissed him again. She whispered softly against his lips. "Take me then - as if for the first time in Highgarden. Show me how you might touch and tease me."

Margaery arched her body, parting her legs to feel his cock pressed against her wet lips. Her entire body trembled and quaked for him and she moaned softly as she kissed him deeper.

Hannibal returned the deep kiss. His hands slowly worked over her breasts as he rubbed his cock over her folds. "I would very much enjoy lavishing you with pleasure my lady. Before I fill you, I would very much like to bring you to pleasure at least three times." He rumbled lowly as his thumbs circled over her nipples and his mouth left a teasing trail of kisses along the side of her neck.

Margaery smiled and lifted a brow as she looked up at him. "How ambitious, but I'm so very anxious for your cock already," she rubbed her fingers and palm over his cock. She squeezed his shaft and moaned aloud as she envisioned his cock sliding into her. "But nor will I stop you if you're hell bent on teasing me, my love..."

Hannibal's eyes danced with delight at her answer. His thumbs continued robbery deliberately tease her nipples. "Are you certain my lady. I have a very long, large cock. I believe I will stretch your body quite wide and slide so deep within you that it will feel like I am fucking your stomach. I will move slowly so that your tight muscles can truly squeeze and feel every inch of my entire length. I will hit spots so deep within you that you will see the stars. Are you truly prepared for that." He rumbled lowly as he bubbled over her ear.

Margaery gave a little shiver and chuckle as he ran his thick, nimble fingers ran over her nipples. She moaned and continued to arch her body into his. "Oh yes...yes, I want to feel you stretch me out, fill me and slide in and out over and over again."

She leaned up and gave his cock a squeeze. "And fill me with your child."

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After Sansa and Littlefinger departed, Margaery began making arrangements. She sent a raven to Highgarden and in a few days, she woke Hannibal from his slumber and kissed over his jaw. "Darling? Hannibal, wake up - I've a big day planned for you, my love."

She kissed along his jaw and moved from the bed. Margaery pulled his hunting leathers from the closet and set them out for him. "Come, my love, you can't stay in bed all day."

Hannibal had enjoyed Sansa's visit quite well. He had a small band of new recruits going to Winterfell to complete their training under his Captain. They were warned that if Sansa was molested or felt the least bit uncomfortable from any of them he would flat them slowly until they begged for death.

He had also enjoyed the new games he was playing with his wife to show her the tender side that he had shut away from every living person except her.

He chuckled when she rose so early. He pulled her into his lap as he sat up to kiss her deeply. "I'm going hunting? Will my favorite huntress be joining me? I have more to teach you." He said.

Margaery smiled as she cuddled close to Hannibal. She kissed along his jaw and finally she kissed his lips. "Not this time, lover. But your wife does have a command for you."

She sat up straight and regal like a queen and smirked to him. "Bring me at least one deer and a bear. We will need lots of food for tonight, I've planned a feast."

Margaery leaned in and kissed his chin, and smiled playfully up to him. "You are to stay out all day, and return only when the sun is about to set. Think you can stand being away from your bride for that long?"

Hannibal raised an eyebrow slowly at her command. His hands came up to squeeze over her breasts slowly. "That depends...do I get a taste of my bride before I go, or perhaps after this feast of yours?" He rumbled.

He would take Vhagar with him to stretch his wings a bit and let him get a taste for the game in the area.

She smiled at his question and pushed him back against the bed. Margaery smiled and kissed him hard as she arched her body into his, letting him feel her soft, hot skin. After a long moment she sat up and smiled down at him.

"After," Margaery stood up and swatted his knee playfully. "Come then, lazy bones! Up!"

Margaery plucked up his leathers and held then out to him. "You have a job to do, my love." Margaery moved to her side of the bed and curled under the covers. She still had a little longer to sleep before she had to get up and finalize all her preparations. Besides, it would be a good visual for Hannibal as he was getting ready, his fair wife under the pelts over the bed.

Hannibal suspected that she was toying with him. He smirked when she confirmed his suspicion and he stood to collect his leathers. He dressed quickly before going to kiss and nip over her neck. "You best rest now my love. I intend to thoroughly pleasure you tonight." He said lowly.

He turned to walk to the door before pausing to turn and look at her. "Do you have a preference on the pelt color my love?"

Margaery smiled and moved beneath the wolf pelts on the bed. She glanced over a bare shoulder to look at Hannibal and smile, seeing him in the leathers standing in the doorway.

"Black, but I will not object if another color presents itself," she replied.

Once he was gone she slept for another hour, then went about her work. The servants dressed her, and we'll after Hannibal had left for the hunt, the guests she'd summoned had arrived at the Dreadfort. Her brother and grandmother arrived while her father stayed behind to handle affairs in Highgarden.

The great hall was filled soon enough with members of her family and the court of Highgarden. As the day wore on, the kitchen staff filled the hall with roast lamb and chicken. They were told to keep the ovens hot and ready for the lord's kills.

Margaery waited anxiously in the courtyard when the sun began to set, waiting for Hannibal alone to greet him when he returned. Everyone else was waiting in the great hall.

Hannibal nodded before leaving for his hunt. He returned with a massive black bear and q deer that had 14 points on its antlers. He had skinned his kills and the meat had been prepared, salted, and wrapped so that it could go straight to the kitchens. His men took the meat atraight to the kitchens.

He jumped off his horse and the pelt and antlers were presented to his wife. "Did I return at the correct time?" He asked with a smirk as he motioned to the pelt and the antlers. "I believe the pelt alone will cover our entire bed. I intend to make some small knives for you from these antlers and teach you how to throw and weild them." He said.

Margaery smiled her biggest smile when he appeared. The pelt was perfect and the antlers sharp. She looked up to him and nodded slowly.

"You've come at the perfect time," she nodded. "And the pelt is perfect. Of course you did a fantastic job, my brilliant hunter."

Margaery stood up and ran her fingers over the antlers. "So sharp, a good choice."

She looked up to his eyes and kissed his jaw. "I've a gift for you as well, my darling."

Hannibal was exceedingly pleased hat she was so pleased. He tilted his head to her before nodding as he offered his arm to her and his men took the items inside to be dealt with tomorrow. "Ah yes, this feast of yours. I do find myself quite famished from the intense hunt." He said as his eyes showed open list as he looked over her body slowly.

Margaery looped her arm with his and pressed in tight. "Yes, the feast is special indeed my darling. It's a celebration, but not of your successful hunt."

She released his arm and moved in front of him. "It is in celebration of the future. Of House Bolton and its alliance with House Tyrell. Forged in marriage and made steadfast by blood."

She took his hand and rested it over her belly. Then Margaery grinned up at Hannibal. "I am with child - your son rides in my belly."

Hannibal walked with her and found her behavior odd. He paused his walking to look into her eyes as she spoke. He smiled widely before scooping her into his arms and spinning her around in joy as he kissed her deeply.

He set her back on her feet as he looked into her eyes. "How do you know it is a son?" He asked. His eyes were dancing with light as he held her close and spun her around again. "It does not matter. I am beyond pleased that you are carrying OUR child." He said as he brought his hands to gently cup her stomach before kneeling down to tenderly kiss her belly.

Margaery grinned at his reaction. When Hannibal spun her about, she laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Once he set her back down, she smiled up at him.

"I know not for certain, but with the gods' blessings, we will have a son to continue the Bolton name," she replied. When he knelt down she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "You're happy with this news then, my dearest husband?"

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