Margaery Tyrell (
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randomosity2016-06-12 09:41 pm
[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire
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.
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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Hannibal pulled her close and growled lowly a her teasing remark. He was fully hard now and he pressed into her even more as she continued to tease him. He nipped at her lips playfully before lifting her so that her legs could wrap around his waist as he claimed her lips in a deep kiss. He pulled back by sucking hard on her lower lip. His eyes were dark as he looked over her body. "Are you trying to push me into starting a hunt today?" He rumbled lowly.
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Margaery gave a slight yelp from his aggressive moves. Both legs wrapped around his waist and clung tight. Both arms wrapped around his neck. She kissed him hard and nipped in turn at his lower lip. When he pulled back, she chucked and began to grind her hips down against him.
"Am I? What would make you think that?" She chuckled and leaned in, pressing her chest against his. One hand came up and began to untie her dress and corset to reveal and loose her swollen breasts. "Don't tell me you feel threatened by Ser Bronn of the Blackwater?"
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Two servants were speaking softly around the corner from Bronn's chambers. "I say the Lord and Lady will fuck twice before dinner." Said a male servant.
A female shook her head. "They fucked early this morning already. I think they will only do it once. Although, they will likely be fucking all night again if the babies sleep."
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Bronn heard the servants gossiping and for a moment just listened carefully. He stepped up around the corner and smirked to the servants. "Well, well, your Lord is an insatiable man indeed, if he keeps his lady up all night," He smirked, leaning against the wall. "I so love castle gossip."
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The servants were a little startled when Bronn came around the corner. The woman looked him over slowly to take in his form. He looked interesting enough...and different than the rest of what was available here. "You love castle gossip? What is it you like most? " She asked as she walked towards him to stand a bit closer and see if he was the sort who fucked everywhere he went.
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Bronn tilted a brow at the servant girl. She would be good enough to wet his whistle, he thought. But he had his eyes on a higher prize. Still, he couldn't pass up the chance to use her.
"I love knowing just what the Lord of the castle is up to, what makes him tick," He cupped her chin in his palm. "What do he and the Lady do at night, or when no one's looking?"
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The male servant walked away slowly, he could tell where this would end.
The girl pressed up against Bronn when he tilted her chin up. Her hands were on the man and moving over him to feel the muscles. "What makes my Lord tick are his lady, his children, his pets, and his hunting. My lord and lady fuck like rabbits every day. Even when she was with child they found a way to fuck. Ever since their wedding night." She said as her hands drifted down to cup his cock and get a feel for his size. "Their constant fucking has us all horny most of the time. They mostly fuck when no one is looking....sometimes....they are watched in secret." She said.
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Bronn didn't object to her cupping his cock. He smirked at her answer and leaned in closer. "And what is it that pleases his lady?" He was curious how he might seduce her.
But the idea of watching.....
"You have places where you can watch? Show me," He demanded in a soft whisper.
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All of the servants of the Dreadfort were loyal to the Lord and Lady. They were all trained as spies and assassins to protect the interests of house Bolton. This female servant was one of Margaery's favorite. She was hand picked by Hannibal and trained by Margaery. She knew she would earn quite the reward for leading this stupid sell sword into a trap and help to weaken the enemy lion even more.
She gave his cock a firm squeeze. "My Lady craves my Lord's cock day and night. Nothing pleases her more than his cock." She said.
Her eyes danced as she leaned in closer to him. "I will show you....if you promise to fuck me with your big cock while we watch." She said.
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Bronn smirked and leaned in to brush his lips over hers. "Love, you lead me to where you watch them fuck and I'll make sure you're never wanting for pleasure ever again." He reached down to cup her womanhood through her dress and rubbing his fingers over her covered folds.
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She enjoyed the brush of their lips and made a soft sound near his ear when he teased over her folds. She was trained far better than the women at the whorehouses. She knew how to lure a man.
She bit at her lower lip before taking his hand and looking around before leading him to a small door. She led him through a few secret passages, as they moved the sounds of fucking grew louder. She paused before motioning to an opening in the wall. Looking through it, you could see into their chamber and look directly at the foot of the bed. It was warm here, this was next to the fireplace. A fairly safe place to watch from.
She would strip down while he looked through the gap. She could hear the sounds and knew that her Lord and Lady had just started.
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She felt her core beginning to seize around him. Her core tightened and tensed, squeezing all around him and stirring that tight, tingling heat within her.
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Bronn followed slowly after her and settled in when he heard the sounds of moaning and wet flesh sliding together in unison. He watched for a moment, spying the Lord of the castle holding Margaery up and fucking her midair. He had to give credit to the other man, he had strength.
He was mesmerized though by the bouncing of Margaery's full breasts. He found his mouth beginning to water. Bronn turned back and found the girl undressing. Hastily he undid his belt and pulled his trousers down just enough to free his cock.
Once she was undressed, he lifted the servant girl much how Hannibal had lifted Margaery. He held her up and let her legs wrap around his waist as he slid easily inside her.
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She knew the request to watch was because he fancied Margaery. However, she would see if she could distract him enough...or if he would simply fall further into the trap and she would get a reward for setting up a nice hunt for her masters.
She was indeed wet and ready for him. She was quite small and light, so it would be easy enough for him to manage holding her. She gave a soft sigh before tightening her walls to really squeeze him tight as he slipped into her.
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"Yes, yes!! Oh gods, yes - Hannibal!!" She cried out for him as she came hard against him and kissed him deep.
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Bronn was a little disappointed that already the Lord and Lady had cum, he had been hoping to catch more of the show than that. Even so, he kept the tight little servant girl against his cock and began to set a steady pace, driving in deep and hard. Gradually he began to pick up the pace.
"Mmm, well that didn't take long, now did it?" He whispered, growling against the servant girl's neck. "Your Lord doesn't take very long, it seems."
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The girl moaned softly as he began to thrust into her nicely. Gods he felt good. She did hope he didn't wind up getting killed. He was a nice fuck so far.
At his comment she chuckled softly after she heard her masters beginning a second round. "That depends on how worked up My Lady got him...or if he chose to use his mouth on her a time or two before fucking her properly." She whispered back.
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Then when he drove into her again, hitting her deep and hard, Margaery began to moan and whine loudly. Her back arched and her thighs squeezed his hips. Again she moaned and sighed his name softly as she struggled to catch her breath.
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Bronn had to admit that he enjoyed how the girl felt. Nice, wet and tight. She was a good substitute since he couldn't have the Lady of the Dreadfort - at least not yet. He steadily increased his pace, gripping tight against her hips as he looked in again, seeing Hannibal lay Margaery upon the bed.
He was a little astounded that already they were beginning another round.
But he focused on the girl again. He bit down on her neck and whispered in her ear, letting his stubble scrape against her soft neck. "Does she tease him often? Does she work him into such a frenzy of lust that it drives him mad?"
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His cock felt good, he wasn't as aggressive as some of the male servant a here. However, not was he too soft. He was quite the nice balance in truth.
She could feel her arousal coating the inside of her thighs as he continued to fuck her. She noted him turning to look at the two within began a second round. His question was answered with a moan at first. "She does indeed tease him. However, I have never observed him loosing his composure due to her teasing. He teases her just as much."
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But she wasn't questioning it. She was enjoying it. "Don't stop, oh Gods...don't stop!" She begged.
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Bronn watched, barely able to see the look of lust and arousal on Margaery's face. He let that image burn into his mind before turning back to the girl and pinning her against the wall and driving his cock hard and deep inside her.
Pretending in his mind that he was driving his cock deep into the lady of the castle.
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Mercy moaned softly into Bronn's ear when he pinned her to the wall. He was not as strong as her master. That was obvious to her; however, she was enjoying his cock in her and would keep that knowledge to herself.
She used the wall to rock into him so that he was fucking her deeper. Mercy had a secret skill, she manipulated her voice to sound like her mistress and moaned his name softly. She would feel if he enjoyed that.
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Margaery squeezed her core and clenched her tight, wet heat around his thick cock.
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Bronn felt his entire body tremble as Mercy whispered in Margaery's voice. He drove in harder and deeper, filling her up and showing no restraint. Until he came with a low, feral growl and filled her up with his thick, hot release.
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Mercy knew what his true desires were in that moment. She would indeed confirm for her mistress this information. They would likely toy with this stupid man until he gave up the darkest secrets of the Lannisters willingly.
She immediately switched back to her normal voice so that he would think it was in his head and not real. "Ser Bronn..." She gasped when she felt him cum. She hadn't gotten to her orgasm yet, but she faked it remarkably well to give him an ego boost.
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"Gods, yes....I love you."
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Bronn was a little surprised when Mercy's voice Web back to normal. Had he been imagining things? Hearing her whisper how she loved her lord and husband, even if she hasn't been talking to him, made his entire body shudder in arousal.
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Mercy relaxed her legs around his waist and carefully placed her feet on the floor in front of him. She was curious if he would go very soft and take about an hour to get nice and hard again or if he was gifted in a quicker turnaround. She smirked as she rocked her hips into him. "I can't tell if I was more amusing or the show." She whispered teasingly.
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"I'm sure you do," she chuckled. Margaery had heard the tell-tale rapping against the wall that Mercy had done to signal her Mistress that she was near, the trap was laid, and they were being watched. She dropped her voice to a whisper so that only Hannibal would hear. "You know that you're the only man for me, don't you? That you will never have reason to suspect or fear losing me or my love?"
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Bronn didn't hear Margaery's last words, nor Mercy's signal to her Mistress that they were near. He was a strong man, Ser Bronn, so he did not soften immediately. His cock was a bit softwe, but still hard enough to remain inside her to stimulate her.
He laughed softly at her tease, but said nothing. Instead he pulled out and turned her so that her back was flush to his chest. Then he parted her thighs and slid inside her again, imagining that it was the soft Lady of the house that was pressed against the wall and receiving his cock.
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Mercy spun as he desired and arched her back so that he could get a better angle in her. She enjoyed how he remained just hard enough to fuck her some more. She rocked back into him and bit her lower lip slightly to try and stifle her moan of pleasure for him.
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