randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Hannibal turned to look at her in mild confusion. He smirked as he pulled her closer. I simply meant to use pieces of his hide to represent the man on he banner, not that it is more important than your design." He promised her before kissing her deeply and turning to look at Bronn. "What piece would you like to remove first?"

Margaery smiled and kissed him back with all the enthusiasm of a newlywed. "Ah, then indeed you should - tan it and tack it to the walls in here for future victims to see and ponder their fates." She would commission a rose to be forged of gold and would have it put in the center of the chest of the hide.

She pouted her lips as she considered his question. "Well, you already started without me and took the piece he wanted to use upon me." She playfully scolded Hannibal. "His fingers offended me by bruising my thighs, I should like to cut them off first."

Hannibal smirked as he handed her the knife. "He was right handed. Why don't you begin there? To inflict the most pain, cut the tendons first followed by the muscle. Soon there will be nothing but bone. Unless you would like for me to break those first." He suggested.

Margaery smiled and kissed along Hannibal's jaw. "Break the bones of his left hand. Time it randomly as I cut off his fingers," she commanded. Margaery was right at home here; she was Hannibal's equal, he was at much at her service as she was at his.

She took the knife and approached the trapped Bronn. He was nearly unconscious from the pain of being flayed. Margaery held one of his fingers up on his right hand, paused briefly, then severed the tendon of his thumb and smiled at the fresh howl he let loose.

Hannibal smirked as he watched her step forward to begin slicing his fingers off. He broke fingers to continue to keep him screaming consistently. He looked forward to fucking his wife once they were done mangling his hands. That would allow him to recover a bit from the shock of what had happened to him so far so that they could continue after without him passing out.

Slowly she carved each on of Bronn's fingers off, smiling in satisfaction at his howling. When she was through, Margaery tossed the blade onto the table carelessly. "Silly Ser Bronn - surely you realized that coveting a man's wife is a sin. The gods punish such behavior...at least when the man is through," she chuckled.

There was absolutely lust and desire in her eyes as she looked to Hannibal.

Hannibal had broken and removed the remaining fingers. He then turned to pull Margaery close. He kissed her deeply as his hands moved over her body. He desired her now and his hands began to tear the fabric of her dress off of her body.

Bronn's eyes still remained to him. He couldn't help but look on as he saw Hannibal and Margaery so close together. The way his hands moved over Margaery and ripped the clothes from her body, he was envious. Even if she was crazy and had assisted in his butchering, Margaery was beautiful and wild. Bronn felt aching pain in his groin where his cock had been.

Margaery gasped and moaned when Hannibal tore her clothes off. She in turn tore open his trousers to squeeze and touch his cock.

Hannibal smirked when she tore open his trousers to get to his cock. That was easily twice the size of Bronn's. He picked her up and began to fuck her hard and deep while standing. He growled as his mouth found the side of her neck to leave marks.

Margaery looked eagar and thirsty as she saw and felt his cock. She cried out as he lifted her up. The feeling of his cock sliding in and filling her up made her scream out loud. Her legs secured around his waist and stabilized her in his arms.

She made it a point to make eye contact with Bronn as she had before. Only this time there was malice in her eyes. She kissed and bit over his neck as he did the same for hers. Margaery moaned his name aloud and arched her body into his, taking him in nice and deep.

Hannibal growled lowly as he continued to fuck her hard and deep within her. He continued to kiss and nip over the side of her neck.

Margaery kept her arms and legs wrapped tight around him. She leaned back and moaned aloud as he drove so relentlessly inside her. Once again she let Bronn see as her full breasts began to bounce and even leak milk. She cried out for Hannibal over and over, his name a praise and prayer as it fell from her lips.

Bryon resigned to his fate. He knew he could never have had this woman.

Hannibal continued to fuck her hard as he saw that sweet milk beginning to leak from her breasts. He growled her name before slamming deep within her and releasing his seed.

Margaery felt her entire body seize as he slammed so deep inside her. The heat of his release combined with the tension in her own core. Suddenly her pussy released all its tension in a fluid rush. Margaery cried out his name as she rode out her orgasm. Fluid dripped down her thighs and along his shaft. She kissed him hard and looked into his eyes. "The only man who can satisfy me."

Hannibal rumbled lowly as he remained buried deep within her. "The only woman to keep pace with me. What a perfect pair we make." He said lowly. He could spot Bronn from the corner of his eye and noted that he seemed to be recovering quite well. He smirked as he planned the next moves. They would be quite excruciating for the man, but would not kill him. If paced correctly, it would not cause him to pass out either.

Margaery chucked and nuzzled her nose against his. "Small wonder the gods blessed us with children so early," they had indeed been made fire each other, she was convinced now.

She glanced up and bit her lower lip, seeing Bronn so hopeless and in pain. "What shall we do to him next, darling?"

Hannibal regarded the man for a moment before a dark smirk crossed his face. "Why don't we remove some of the meat and feed it to Vhagar and Moanna?" He asked. A mere whistle would bring both of she agreed. He wanted Bronn to see the doom awaiting his former ally the golden lion.

Margaery smiled and gave a low whistle. Both Moanna and Vhagar came to the call. Vhagar rubbed against Hannibal's leg while Moanna tipped up at her Mistress.

"I'll follow your lead, my love," Margaery told him. "Allow me to study your cuts, darling, that I may be able to relate them myself later."

Hannibal praised Vhagar in Valeryian before setting Margaery on her feet as he slipped out of her. He then picked up a blade and moved towards Bronn. "The key is to cut the the parts that appear white. They will not bleed nearly as much and he will remain alive as we remove the meat from his body." He explained.

He began to peel away the muscle across his chest. He tossed the pieces o Vhagar so that he could char and eat them. Once he had removed all of the meat from Bronn's chest and back, he passed the knife to Margaery. "Your turn my dear." He said. He had a hot blade in his hand to seal the major veins and arteries in case they were nicked so that Bronn would not bleed out.

Margaery watched carefully as Hannibal cut pieces of Bronn's flesh from his body. Moanna whined and fidgeted as she watched Vhagar get all the meat so far.

When Hannibal bid her closer, Margaery whistled for Moanna to approach as well. The wolf happily trotted up and sat down beside her Mistress. Margaery took the knife and carefully cut strips from Bronn's arms and fed them to the eager Moanna. A couple times she knicked veins and ended up squirting her bare body with blood.

Hannibal watched as she began to slice meat off. He saw how the blood spattered over her body and found it very arousing. He closed off anything she sliced open and smiled proudly at her. "Well done my love." He praised her.

Margaery smiled, happy for the praise, happy that she had done well. Many had thought her too delicate and too weak to be a proper Bolton lady. But with this, the direct torture of another man - as she did not consider Ramsay Snow to be a man at all - Margaery felt that she had proved them wrong.

As Hannibal closed off the wounds, Margaery leaned into him from behind and let her arms wrap around him. Her fingers played over his skin as she licked over his earlobe. "What now, darling?"

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