Margaery Tyrell (
tyrelltempest) wrote in
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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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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"We are watched, my love," she whispered. "One of our guests has let his curiosity run away with him."
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Bronn brought his lips to the back of Mercy's neck, pushing her hair aside and kissing over her nape. He drove into her, deep and hard, closing his eyes and picturing fair Margaery on all fours in front of him.
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Mercy stretched her neck out to give him more room to kiss over. She was experienced enough to know when a man was focused on her and when he was using her to imagine another woman. She continued to rock into him eagerly as he pounded into her from behind.
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She looked to hold eye contact and kissed him softly. "But of course, only you can have me - and at this rate you'll plant another child in me sooner than later."
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Bronn couldn't make out the words but he could hear Margaery whispering. The deep rumble and soft touch to her voice made him drove harder and deeper inside of Mercy. It only took another thrust before he cane hard one again, moaning softly and biting the inside of his cheek to keep from being too loud.
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Mercy felt him cum in her again and heard him moan a little louder than before. She rolled her hips to see if he would soften now.
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She leaned back, pushing her hands through her hair and arching her back, putting her breasts on better display. "Gods...yes..." she moaned, circling her hips so that his hard cock hit every wall and every sweet spot inside her.
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Bronn had indeed softened. He leaned back against the wall as he slid out of Mercy. He breathed heavily for several moments before he heard Margaery's voice again. He looked up and again saw her perfect, full breasts on display as she mounted her husband.
"They don't stop once they start up, eh?" He chuckled.
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He looked forward to removing Bronn's eyes and tongue at the very least.
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Mercy hummed softly when his cock fell out of her from softening so much. She moved to press herself up against him as she kissed over his neck and let him watch a little. "Why is it that you think they had twins within a year of being married?" She answered before adding. "It takes them hours if they are wound up enough." She said.
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After a few moments, she glanced up where she knew Bronn and Mercy would be watching. Her goal was to make Bronn think she knew he was there and that she intended to fuck him. There was a dark blaze in her eyes.
But that arousal was all for Hannibal.
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Bronn nearly gasped in surprise when Margaery looked up. His hand seized Mercy's hip. But he didn't look away. He was mesmerized by that gaze.
"...they can't see us in here, can they?" He whispered.
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Mercy smirked when he froze. She turned to look over her shoulder for a brief moment and knew exactly what her mistress was up to. "Mmmm...perhaps you made some sort of impression. My Lady seems to know when she is being watched...I don't think My Lord is as aware of when he is watched." A lie, but one that would make Bronn feel better. "You don't want her to know you are watching her?" She teased.
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Her hands came down and pinned Hannibal's shoulders to the bed. It was then that Margaery began bouncing her hips relentlessly. Squeezing her core and making her walls cling around his cock. She was pursuing her pleasure now, though every so often she would look up to where Bronn and Mercy were hiding.
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Bronn stared, unblinking. His fingers slowly rubbed over his cock again, already hard and throbbing, wanting the real Margaery. He heard Mercy, but was too spellbound by Margaery to answer.
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Mercy glanced over her shoulder again and smiled wide as she kissed over his ear and spoke lowly. "She fancies you....but to get you a private audience with her.....I want to know a juicy secret from the red keep." She purred lowly.
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Bronn's eyes lit at the prospect of getting Margaery alone. His brow tilted at the idea and he leaned down, bringing his lips close to Mercy's.
"Ahh, so that's the truth of it now, hmm?" He whispered. "Tell me then, what sort of secret will open that pretty mouth of yours?" All the while he continued stroking his cock and watching Margaery out of the corner of his eye.
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Mercy smirked as she nipped at his ear. "Servants are good at spotting fellow bastard's. Tell me....is the King really half Baratheon?" She purred into his ear. She nipped at it before adding. "Tell me the honest truth and I will find a way for you to meet my mistress in private." She purred into his ear.
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For a moment her eyes lingered where Bronn was hiding, but then she leaned down and kissed Hannibal hard and deep.
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Bronn watched, spellbound as Margaery came undone over Hannibal. Wishing silently that it was him beneath her, filling her with his seed. But he chuckled at Mercy's question and turned his attention to her, still stroking his cock and listening intently to Margaery's heavy breathing and moaning.
"Well let me ask you this: When have you ever seen a man black of hair from a family who is black of hair produce children who are all blonde?" Bronn pointed out. "Not one of the royal children is black of hair. Why might that be, do you reckon?"
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Mercy's grin widened as she continued to nip at her ear. "Do you think the true father of the king would enjoy me? I will take you to my Mistress. I do wonder if you would do me a favor and take me to your master." She said.
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Bronn chuckled and shook his head. "What? Is my cock not good enough? I'm sorry to tell you love, but my Master is only inslterested in the Queen. No other woman can satisfy him."
He was nearing his own climax again, massaging his shaft, up and down. He saw how Hannibal had flipped them over and was now fucking Margaery into sweet oblivion once again. He pushed down on Mercy, wanting her to kneel in front of him.
"Catch it in your mouth, drink it down, every drop," He whispered just before he came hard, his load spurting from his cock in thick white ropes.
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Mercy smirked as she saw how close he was to cumming again. "Mmmm such a shame...I wanted to see how much better you were at fucking." She teased before sliding into her knees and swallowing every bit of his cum easily.
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Bronn smirked cockily but came hard in her mouth. Only when she had drank him dry did he allow himself to sigh and lean back against the wall to catch his breath. "I'll...take you to him if you like. But he will only hold polite conversation."
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Mercy smirked at that. "I am blonde and young...I think I could get him past polite conversation." She teased before standing slowly.
"I will speak with my Mistress during dinner. You might want to rest a bit. Wouldn't want to squander your golden opportunity." She whispered in his ear. She was expecting him to take her to Jaime as she moved to redress.
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All she could think about was fucking and how he fucked her. All she could focus on was her pleasure.
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"You are blonde, you are young, but you're no Cersei Lannister," he chuckled, tapping her nose playfully.
As she began to redress, he tucked his cock back into his trousers and adjusted himself. She was right, he needed to rest to fully enjoy the Lady Margaery. "Lead the way out - then I'll take you to Jaime."
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