[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 settled into his lap and rested her forehead against his as she listened carefully. She smirked at his teasing and nodded slowly. "It seems as though every day I learn something new of you, my love. So that goes either way."

She rested her hand over his on her belly and smiled. "Indeed, at the rate we're going, we might have a full army solely composed of our children."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he kissed her temple and continued to gently caress her belly. He raised an eyebrow at her words. "Are you trying to tell me we need more cribs already?" He teased.

He could see Littlefinger beginning to struggle breathing from being suspended for so long. He knew that it would not be long before he cut the man's head off to send to Jaime Lannister.

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Margaery laughed and kissed him softly. "No, dearest. Not just yet. When we conceive again, I will have to find a more creative way of telling you."

Margaery leaned in and cuddled against Hannibal as she looked up to Littlefinger. "So then, what else should we do with him, my love?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he held her close and kissed over her jaw slowly. "Well, I'm sending his head to the King and his parents as a sign of good faith. We can do whatever we desire with the rest." He said.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery glanced to Littlefinger and smirked at the vision of him as a head shorter. "Mmmm, that is indeed an amusing thought." Margaery kissed his jaw and nuzzled against his neck. "What would you do normally my love? Shall we butcher him proper and store his meat for later?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled to her. "We can if the flavor pleases you my love. Do you prefer the lean muscle." He asked her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and ran her fingers over Hannibal's chest. The taste of the organs was good, but the texture of the muscle was far preferable. "Yes, I do," she replied with a short nod.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled and gave a nod of his head. "Would you like to learn my love?" He asked her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery looked up to him anxiously and nodded with all the enthusiasm of a child. "Please, I so badly want to know more about these things, the activities you enjoy."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he stood and set her on her feet. Servants came in with a large tray and a bowl filled with salt. Hannibal took a thin knife and showed it to Margaery. "First we will need to flay the skin off to better preserve the meat. Do you recall what Intaught you?" He asks her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery slipped from his lap as the servants arrived. She took the knife and lifted it to inspect it. "I believe I do - will you guide me on the first cut, lover?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her request as he reached around her to help guide her hand. "First let us begin by flaying his remaining leg. We should make our first cut around the top of the leg and then down the entire length of the back of his leg. From there we begin to peel the skin off." He explained.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery nodded and tested the sharpness of the blade by lightly pressing her finger to it. When blood beaded at her fingertip, she smiled and held it out to Hannibal to lick clean.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal reached out with his tongue before suckling on it gently. He helped her to press the blade into Littlefinger's leg. "The blade is quite sharp indeed my love." He said with amusement in his eyes.

[tyrelltempest]

"Fitting, it is a Bolton blade after all," Margaery chuckled. She pressed the blade, careful of the applied pressure, and dragged it along his leg until she reached where she had begun. She looked to Hannibal. "And now I pull down?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her words as he kissed over the side of her neck and nipped. "Indeed it is, and yes it time to pull. You are doing very well." He complemented.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled at the praise and leaned back into his touch, sighing at the feeling of his lips over her skin. She enjoyed earning his praise, and wanted more of it.

"I'm glad," she smiled. "I want you to be proud of me." Margaery took a careful grip of Littlefinger's skin. Slowly she pulled down, it didn't come as easily as it came to Hannibal.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled proudly at her as she began to peel the skin off of Littlefinger and he screamed as much as he could with his lips sewn shut. He knew it was not her strength, but she truly was doing very well.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery leaned down as she pulled the skin from Littlefinger's leg. While she continued her work, she arched her hips back and pressed her rear against Hannibal's waist. She began to grind her hips softly, wanting him to take her from behind while she flayed Littlefinger. The glance over her shoulder to Hannibal and the flash of arousal and mischief in her eyes would convey that message clearly.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal snapped his fingers and the servants left what they would need and scattered. He knew excatly what she was craving and his cock was more than ready to fulfill her desire.

He shifted her skirts and freed himself at the same time. He slid deep within her easily as he began to fuck her deep and steady. He was not putting too much force that would jostle her around too much and cause her great difficulty in flaying Littlefinger.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery playfully wiggled her ass when Hannibal moved her skirts. She moaned aloud and sank her nails into Littlefinger's skin when Hannibal entered her. It felt so good, feeling him inside her, thrusting deep inside her.

Margaery continued pulling Littlefinger's skin down along his leg. All the while praying her hips back to let Hannibal in as deep as possible.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal's cock twitched deep within her as she moaned like that and continued in her task . He would pause his thrusts every so often to stir her for with his cock as he made expert slices in continuing to prepare his skin for Margaery to peel off of him slowly.

This would be incredibly painful to the man, but would not kill him for a few hours yet.

[tyrelltempest]

When he stirred his cock inside her, hitting all her walls and every angle, Margaery cried out and pushed her hips back to let him in deeper. She felt her core tighten and draw him in, squeezing nice and tight around his cock.

"Yes...yes, Hannibal!" Her fingers faltered as her body began to tremble. But she moved sure and steady otherwise, wanting to make him proud while pursuing their pleasure.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal was both impressed and aroused by how good she was able to still flat the man even as he fucked her. He truly was grateful to his father for arranging this marriage. She truly was the perfect match for him in the seven kingdoms.

He continued to fuck her once he had prepared Littlefinger's arms to be flayed as well whenever she had the ability to focus enough to do that.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery could have leaned up to start flaying Littlefinger's arms at any time, but she was too aroused and happy having him fuck her bent over as such.

She too thanked the Seven Gods that Roose had arranged their marriage. Margaery scolded herself silently for all the time she had wasted resisting the marriage. There was no better man in all the Seven Kingdoms than Hannibal. He satisfied her and allowed her to be free, her true self.