randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery stood when he bid her and smiled as her dress fell away. She looked down and smiled to the slight swelling of her belly.

When he kissed her she kissed him back, suckling gently on his lower lip. "Whatever you desire, my love." She wasn't going to tell him and give away that her breasts and nipples were indeed far more sensitive and swollen as milk developed for the baby.

Hannibal smirked as his eyes filled with open lust for her. He moved his hands to cup her breasts around the base and gently lift them as his mouth came down to suckle on one nipple at a time. His hands were massaging around the base of her breasts, but not too harshly for the time being.

Margaery gasped and moaned softly as he massaged her breasts. She tilted her head back and basked in the sensation of his tongue and lips suckling over her nipples. After a long moment she looked down to watch as his mouth moved over such sensitive flesh. "Oooh..." she whimpered. "Yes, my love...."

Hannibal heard that gasp and smirked before he quickened his pace of suckling and then slowed his rate of suckling. He was going to tease her ruthlessly tonight and keep her on the cusp of an orgasm for far longer than she was accustomed to.

Margaery moaned and leaned back, settling against the bed once again. When he sped up his suckling she moaned louder and her breath caught in her chest. Indeed he did bring her to the brink of orgasm. She could feel her entire body tingling and quivering all from the efforts of his mouth.

But then as he slowed down she let out a long, drawn-out whine. Margaery looked down, trying to discover why he might have stopped with that quick pace. Then it occurred to her. He did indeed say that he was planning on punishing her for her teasing and the fact that he hadn't been the first to learn of their blessing. Margaery smirked and lightly tugged at his hair as she ran her fingers through it.

"So you are indeed intent on punishing me, my love?" she chuckled, her body arching again as he continued suckling her sensitive pink nipples.

Hannibal smirked when she figured out what he was up to. He continued to slow his actions to keep her right on that precipice.

He paused his actions just enough to speak to her. "Indeed I am. Although, you seem to be quite eager to enjoy your punishment. Perhaps I should draw this out more." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery chuckled softly as he teased her and again she ran her fingers through his hair. "Hard not to enjoy your teasing, my love. Your mouth feels so good, and your tongue is an expert at playing across my skin."

Margaery slid her fingers down his back and dragged her nails over his spine. "Mmmm, you do spoil me even when you punish me. Could it be my lord Bolton has a soft spot?" She teased, purposely egging him on.

Hannibal rumbled lowly as he continued to suckle on her delicious breasts. "We both know the answer to that my dear. Do you truly wish to hear it said aloud?" He asked before speeding up his pace once again to tease her relentlessly.

Margaery whined and gave a sharp moan as his pace increased again. Her arms wrapped around him and held him tight. For a moment she couldn't respond, she just writhed beneath him and moaned sharply. But after a minute she laughed softly and sat up a little to cradle his head against her chest.

"I do, my love," she whispered, kissing his temple and pressing her nails into his back. "Tell me aloud."

Once she had recovered enough to speak. He slowed his rate again to keep her on the edge before looking up into her eyes. He held her gaze as his mouth continued it's work before pulling back and allowing just his fingers to continue to tease her slowly. "You are my beating heart. Everything I do is for you, I could not live without making you immeasurably happy." He said sincerely before leaning in to kiss her deeply. She was indeed his soft spot. His enemies would finally have leverage over him.

Margaery whimpered again as he continued to tease her. She squirmed beneath him and from the efforts of his mouth. Margaery knew she would go mad if he didn't give her release. She needed more.

But hearing his words, even distracted as she was from the efforts of his fingers, she was overwhelmed with emotion. Her eyes locked with his as she listened intently. Her dark eyes were wide as she bit her lower lip. Margaery smiled as her fingers came up to his jaw and she held him in place.

"As you are mine, my dearest. You are my heart, my King and my everything. I had not lived before meeting you, and I can't wait to expand our family, to have a child of your blood and continue the family line, yours and mine." Margaery kissed him deeply and nuzzled against his cheek.

Hannibal returned the deep kiss as his hands continued their diligent work of her breasts. He heard her words and increased his pace to finally send her over in pleasure. His mouth was on the side of her neck as he bit down hard enough to leave a mark there.

Margaery gasped and arched her back as his fingers kneaded and squeezed over her sensitive breasts and nipples. She trembled and quaked beneath him before he bit down on her neck. That bite sent her over, had her crying out for him as her body bucked and her core burst with carnal pleasure and fluid dripped from her aching pussy. Margaery whined and moaned his name with absolute need and carnal want.

Hannibal smirked when he felt her go over in spectacular fashion. He kissed over the dark mark on her pale skin before sliding down her body rapidly to slowly lick her clean. He took his time so that she could recover before he began to dip his tongue deep within her, curl it, and suckle on her folds as he brought his tongue back out of her. He did this multiple times to bring her back up to that edge of bliss.

Margaery smirked as he kissed over the mark he'd left on her neck. But of course, that only spurred her on further, wanting more. Becoming a Bolton, or rather becoming the wife of Hannibal Bolton, had made her rather insatiable. She'd caught the Bolton bloodlust, it seems.

As he moved down she figured out what he was doing and smiled down as she watched him descend down her body. Margaery reached down and pushed her fingers through his hair again. Still so sensitive from her first orgasm, Margaery was soon moaning and arching, writhing from the efforts of his tongue. Soon again he brought her to the cusp of orgasm before his name poured from her lips over and over again as she praised him to the gods.

Hannibal smirked when she moaned like that for him and used his name like that. It truly gave him a surge of confidence in pleasuring her. He was more than happy to have her as eager for sex as he was. Being equally insatiable meant that they would never grow bored or dull with one another. Especially not with how competitive they both were.

He growled into her soft folds as he doubled his efforts to send her over again.

Margaery gasped and her back arched as she felt her core tighten. Her fingers gripped his hair tight. "C...coming!!" She cried out for him. Warning him as much as she could. Her core tightened as a bowstring, before all the tension finally burst and fluid flooded his mouth from her core as she gasped and cried out.

Hannibal continued his actions before drinking her down deeply. He pulled back after licking her clean. "You are delicious as usual my love." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery's breath came in shuddering gasps as her orgasm ebbed. Slowly her eyes opened, though her eyelids were heavy given the arousal and lust that coursed through her. She smiled up to him and carded her delicate fingers through his hair. Margaery gestured below, implying the trousers he was still wearing. He had been so kind as to bare his chiseled chest to her, but she had other plans in mind.

"I am glad to hear it," she replied. "But your pregnant wife is rather thirsty herself, dearest."

Hannibal smirked at the feel of her fingers through his hair. He saw her look and slowly stood. He opened his trousers slowly as he stepped out of his boots. He also stepped out of his trousers after a moment and stood bared before her. "Well, I can't have that now can I?" He rumbled lowly.

Margaery slid back and gave him room to join her on the bed. She smiled and curled a finger towards herself, beckoning him forward. "Not at all," Margaery replied as her eyes raked over his muscular form. "When your pregnant wife has a craving, it must indeed be obeyed, lest the baby go wanting."

Her tongue ran over her full pink lips, making it clear precisely what she wanted and for what she had a thirst.

Hannibal moved onto the bed beside her for a moment as he watched her lick those full lips. He looked down at her for a moment. "Shall I move atop you my love?" He asked.

Margaery smirked as he posed his question. Quickly she wrapped her arms around him and flipped him over do that he lay on his back beneath her, answering his question in a roundabout way.

"Do not think me yet so delicate as to be unable to make you submit to me," she teased. Not giving him time to answer or move, Margaery bit down hard on his neck, marking him similarly as he had marked her.

Hannibal chuckled as he allowed her to pin and mark him. He lay on his back as he allowed her to remain atop him for the time being. "I doubt you will ever be that delicate my love." He teased her back.

Perhaps there had been a time when she had been that delicate. But no longer. Not since she had met her lover Hannibal. Margaery held the bite for a long while before releasing and kissing softly over it. She then began to trail slow kisses down his chest, looking up to make eye contact throughout her entire movement. Her breasts surrounded his cock as she descended down his body. For a moment, Margaery let her slightly fuller breasts press around his cock before she continued trailing her kisses further south.

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