[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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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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[tyrelltempest]

Margaery couldn't help smiling as Hannibal pulled her so close. One hand came up to his chest as he bid Jaime farewell. When the lion was out of earshot, Margaery leaned up and kissed along Hannibal's neck.

"Did you enjoy watching me, my love?" She knew that she had goaded him, teased his anger. "Or were you seething with rage the whole time?" She chuckled.

Bronn had kissed her, but she hasn't enjoyed it in the slightest. She had wanted nothing more than to cut his tongue out as he tried to slip it into her mouth.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal watched as Jaime left. He saw her move close and looked down to her. "I did not enjoy watching him sticking his tongue down your throat." He said lowly. He summoned a servant to prepare the torture chamber.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery chuckled and leaned in closer. She loved this jealous side of his. "My Northman is so possessive of his lady, I love it," she stepped back and did a playful little turn. "Our children require a feeding from their mother. Come with me. I don't trust you to not start on him without me."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal's eyes glowed darkly when she said that. He followed her to their chambers as he watched her go to feed their children. "I look forward to killing him slowly. I hope the lion hears his screams as he leaves." He said lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

The babies were whimpering and crying when Margaery approached. First she lifted Rhys and uncovered one breast to let him feed. When Hannibal growled his annoyance and plans for Bronn. Margaery felt her milk flow a bit freer when he sparked her arousal. She glanced up to him and chuckled softly. "Careful my love, get me too aroused and you might drown our son with my milk."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal watched as she fed their son first. He then moved in closer to her to look over her body slowly. "You feel like you are feeding them more when I pique your arousal?" He asked.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery finished feeding their son and lifted him up to burp him. "I felt my milk surge within my breasts when you aroused me." She pointed out, very matter-of-factly. Then she handed Rhys to Hannibal and took Reina from the crib to feed her in turn.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at that. "Would that not mean that they are fed faster and we can begin the torture." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled crookedly at him. "Patience, my darling," she teased him as she fed Reina. "Are you truly so angry that he was able to kiss your fair wife, my love?" She teased. "He was rather hard just looking at me and touching me."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly at her teasing. "I am indeed impatient. I want to kill the man for so openly desiring my wife." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

"And to so brazenly look upon her and flirt with her right in front of her husband!" She exclaimed, further fueling his rage. "It's shameful." She pulled Reina up to burp her once she had finished her meal.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled at her words. "If that was it for feeding, then let us go put down the vermin. I am sure that your girl has drained him by now." He said.

[tyrelltempest]

"You can wait a few minutes more," she teased as she played with the baby a bit in her arms. "Your father is so very impatient, my little love."

Margaery adopted a hurt expression and looked up at him. "He gripped my legs so tightly my love...truly he hurt me..." she whimpered. It was partially true, but mostly she wanted to egg Hannibal on more.

She wanted to see the true Bolton fury.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal pressed into her back as he nipped at her ear. "How would you like to torture him for what he did to you?"

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery set the baby into the crib, took Rhys from his father and set him in his own crib. Then she turned to Hannibal with dark eyes full of arousal.

"I want to hear what you plan on doing to him," she replied, pressing into him with her breasts still exposed. Her nipples were leaking a little from breastfeeding the babies. "Tell me. Give me details. He hurt your wife, Lord Bolton. He intended to take her and drive his cock into the pussy that was intended only for you. What do you plan to do about it?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal quickly pressed her against a wall and his hands were on her exposed breasts. "I will flay his cock and slowly remove each piece of muscle from his cock and force him to eat each piece." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery gasped as he pressed her so suddenly against the wall. Both hands went around his waist and pulled him in closer as she looked at him with intensity in her gaze. "I can't wait, I want to watch you torture him. I want to watch as you cut away each piece of flesh and muscle from his body. Make him see that your lady is all for you."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly as his mouth moved over the side of her neck. "I will give you the best view my love. Will you desire to punish him for how his tongue violated you?" He asked.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery thought about it for a long moment. She moaned softly as his lips moved over her sensitive neck. "Yes..." she moaned softly. "Yes...split his tongue on half for me. Let him absorb the pain - then let me come to him, as though his torture is new to me, give him hope that I'll set him free...only to give him up into complete and total despair as I assist you in the torture."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly at that idea. "I can indeed do that for you. I can leave his tongue in to allow it to begin healing before slicing it in half again and again." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery kissed along his granite jaw, trailing her lips along his skin and to the lobe of his ear. "As long as he feels the most pain he possibly can for as long as you're able." She wanted him to suffer.

Again she repeated more words to feed Hannibal's anger. "He walked into this castle, coveting your wife. I remember how he looked at me in King's Landing; there was nothing but sin and lust in those eyes. He wants what is yours. Are you planning on letting him think he can take it?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly. He nipped at her neck before pulling back so that she could see the darkness she had unleashed within him in his eyes. "My inner beast is more than awakened. If you goad me further I will fuck you now." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery gasped and gave another low moan as he nipped at her neck. She smiled at the darkness in his eyes. Anxious to see the true beast and the strength within; the strength he had not released upon her.

"That's if I let you," she countered, slipping from his grip and stepping away. "Besides - if you fucked me now, Bronn would hear you for certain, and know that he's been tricked."

As Margaery spoke, she undid the clasps and ties of her gown and let it fall to the floor. She was nude, save for a single strip of black cloth tied round her thigh. Margaery undid the tie and brought it up to her lips, taking the cloth between her teeth.

"You can exercise that Bolton self-control, my lord," she offered him a choice. "Or you can tie this round my mouth to stifle my cries and fuck me senseless. The choice is yours."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly when she stepped away from him. His dark eyes followed her and filled with hunger once she was bared before him. He hd heard her words, but chose to answer with his actions.

He strode after her and kissed her deeply as he secured the fabric across her mouth. He freed his cock and moved to rub his length over her folds. He then slid into her no begn to fil her deep and relentlessly as his hands groped and squeezed her breasts.

[tyrelltempest]

When she felt the fabric in her mouth, Margaery bit down upon it. Showing him that after being his wife for this long, she was already exhibiting the Bolton ferocity.

As he freed his cock and she felt it brush against her folds, Margaery gave a soft moan - muffled by the cloth gag. Then he slid inside her and fucked her with reckless abandon. There was no hope then - she felt milk leaking slowly from her sensitive nipples as he played with her breasts, and felt her own fluids drip down his shaft and over her thighs, making the inside glisten. She moaned and cried out for him, but could form no words and was muffled by the gag. Her teeth began to grind against the gag, her only recourse.