randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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."

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.

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?"

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.

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."

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.

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.

Hannibal growled lowly as she so willingly allowed him to fuck her in this manner. He noted the milk on his hands as he fucked her hard and deep. His mouth was on her neck where he nipped and suckled. This was considerably rougher than normal from him.

Margaery didn't mind submitting so fully to him. She knew she was his equal, she didn't feel threatened by submitting to his will. On the contrary, it felt good feeling him totally let loose upon her.

She made a mental note to fuel that Bolton rage more often.

Low moans and whines of desire escaped her throat as he had his way with her. She could feel his cock against her back wall, stimulating her entire body to send sparks rushing through her. Margaery moaned aloud and writhed against the wall. Her pussy began to tighten around his cock as he drove into her so relentlessly. She wanted to milk him for every drop of his release, desperate to feel his heat fill her up.

Hannibal growled as he continued to pound into her. She would get her desire soon. Hannibal thrust into her deeply as he reached his peak and filled her with his seed. He was panting lightly from the build up of aggression.

Margaery cried out as loudly as the gag allowed. His release triggered her own as all the tension in her pussy suddenly released from the heat and force of his climax. A fluid rush washed over her body and made her whine and moan - her fluids coated her thighs and dripped down his shaft. She left a distinct wet spot upon his clothes, as he hadn't fully undressed to fuck her. Margaery panted as well as she came down from her orgasm. She even drooled a little from the tightness of the gag at the corners of her mouth.

Hannibal remained within her for a few moments. He kissed her hard as he removed the fabric so tut his tongue could invade her mouth. He slowly slipped his cock out of her as he pulled back to look deep into her eyes. "Are you ready to watch the beast you have awakened?"

Margaery breathed heavier as he removed the gag. When he kissed her so hard she kissed him right back and let her tongue mingle with his. She sucked hard on his tongue as he slid out. Margaery smiled up at him as she slipped his cock back into his trousers for safe keeping.

"Desperately so," she replied. "Once you've begun his torture a bit, you should have your way with me again to show him that you're the only mate for me."

Hannibal pulled her close to nip at her lips. "It will only be you and I in the room. You should wear something thin that if I rip it, you will not miss it." He warned her lowly.

Margaery smirked and let her hands roam along his muscular body, even pausing to give his ass a playful squeeze.

"Then I shall change - why don't you help our guest get settled? I will join you soon enough," she smiled and kissed him softly. "And do take care to move him from the library. I don't want my books damaged."

Hannibal rumbled lowly in arousal at her words. He smirked darkly. "He will be joining me in the dungeons. Your books are quite safe my love." He rumbled lowly before striding out of the room to begin the game.

Margaery smiled when Hannibal left. She then arranged for her most trusted servant to watch the twins while she was occupied. Margaery then dressed in a loose red gown, it wasn't her favorite but of course she looked stunning with her figure slender in it. She then made her way to the dungeons, slowly, and decided to watch for a moment as Hannibal prepared Ser Bronn for his punishment.

Hannibal had knocked Bronn out when he walked out of the library. Bronn would wake up and find himself strapped down to a heavily splintered wall. He was completely naked and Mercy had her lips wrapped around his cock to get him nice and hard.

Hannibal stepped out from behind Bronn when Mercy pulled her mouth back. He had a thin flaying blade in his hand. He immediately flayed the man's cock and handed it to Mercy. She had requested this trophy as her reward.

He then took a red hot knife and sliced the meat off. He didn't want the man to bleed out. He then cut the meat into smaller pieces to force down his throat.

Margaery approached the dungeons slowly and silently. Her feet were bare and thus made no noise as she approached on the stone floor. She watched with reverence and interest as Mercy continued to please Bronn in an attempt to keep him hard. Then Hannibal moved in. Her eyes lit with the precision of his blade. Oh, her husband had such skill indeed - she couldn't help but admire him in that moment.

The howl that Bronn let loose when Hannibal flayed his cock and then severed the member was delicious. Margaery chose then, as Bronn was panting heavily, to approach.

"Hannibal," she feigned an expression of concern. "What's going on here?"

Hannibal could sense Margaery nearby. He was slowly slicing down the center of Bronn's tongue. He paused when she spoke and turned to look at her. "I discovered what he had done. I was repaying his transgressions." He said.

Margaery stepped forward, still looking concerned. She brought a hand up to Bronn's face, as if to comfort him. Margaery leaned in, parting her lips close to his mouth. For a moment, Bronn thought he was safe.

"You hurt me, my husband doesn't like that," Margaery smirked as she stepped back. "He doesn't tolerate anyone touching his bride."

She moved to stand near Hannibal and smiled at the knife he held. "Proceed, my love. Slit his tongue as far as you can."

Hannibal played along with the game as she toyed with the man. He smirked darkly before returning to finish slicing the tongue in half. Mercy was dismissed and Hannibalnleared at the other man. "You thought your friendship with that incestuous bastard would keep you safe? You were wrong." He rumbled lowly.

Bronn wanted to speak, but even with his tongue not split, he was in too much pain. His expression showed his confusion clear enough. He had thought himself free and clear. Margaery draped her arms over Hannibal from behind.

"Jaime Lannister has abandoned you, Ser Bronn," she teased. "You're completely at the mercy of my husband."

She kissed over Hannibal's neck. "Will you show me the Bolton tradition?" She asked in valyrian. Of course she meant flaying. She wanted to watch Hannibal peel off his skin while leaving him alive.

Hannibal enjoyed feeling how she pressed into him as he began the torture. He smirked darkly at her comment before turning to kiss her deeply. He then turned to slowly flay Bronn from head to toe. He then pulled the skin off fully and held it up for Margaery. "Perhaps we should tan this and make it part of a new Bolton banner." He suggested.

Margaery watched with interest and in awe as Hannibal skinned Bronn alive. His howls and gurgling cries of pain made Margaery smirk. She pressed more insistently against his body. But when he mentioned making Bronn's skin part of the Bolton banner, Margaery pouted.

"But lover, I've already begun altering the Bolton banner. Do you mean to say that his hide is more suited to be the banner than what I've designed?" Margaery tutted him.

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