[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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[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.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal rumbled her name lowly as he continued to fuck her steadily. He could feel himself getting close to a release. He continued to pound into her until he growled her name lowly in pleasure as he reached his release. He buried himself to the hilt within her as he released his thick seed deep within her.

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Margaery cried out, arching her body into his thrusts. His voice moaning her name made her core tense all the more snugly around his cock. She moaned and arched her body, leaning back and letting him in deeper. When she felt the heat of his release, Margaery's walls tightened and tensed around his length, keeping his seed deep inside her. Her own release overwhelmed her, made her cry out and tremble and quake. Her walls and core seized as fluid burst from her core in a sudden rush of carnal feeling. She cried out his name over and over.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal groaned lowly at how good it felt to release so deep within her. Gods his love for her never seemed to wane as they lived together and continued to learn about each other. He remained buried within her as he slowed his thrusts to slowly roll his hips into hers. He reached up to slowly begin peeling Lottlefinfer's chest off of his body.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery's cries began to soften in their volume until finally she was back to sighing and moaning in arousal. She glanced up as she saw Hannibal move, and smirked as she watched his deft fingers go to work on peeling Littlefinger's skin. Her own fingers went to work on his abdomen, as she couldn't lean up just yet to reach his arms.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal noted that she was also peeling skin up. He met her in the middle to fully flay his chest. He also reached up to begin peeling his arms so that Margaery could finish removing the skin from his arms.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery slowly moved up until she was standing. She glanced over her shoulder and kissed Hannibal hard before her fingers began peeling the skin from Littlefinger's arms. She began grinding her hips hard against Hannibal's. Littlefinger looked absolutely hopeless and ready to pass out from the pain.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked with pride as he returned that deep kiss and she worked on peeling his arms. Now they only had one leg and his back to flay.

Hannibal had took a step back to slip out of her to quickly finish flaying the man and returned to press himself up against her back once again. "Are you ready for the next step my love?"

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Margaery glanced up to Hannibal with interest. An excited gleam shown in her eyes as she glanced back to Littlefinger and pressed her back firmly to his chest. "Yes, my love. Guide me further. Show me what comes next."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he held her close and pressed further into her back. "Next we will cut off the muscles one by one and salt the meat before setting it aside to dry out." He explained.

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Margaery nodded slowly and assessed Littlefinger's body. "Along the white seams of the muscles, yes?" she looked up to him for approval. She glanced among the assembled knives that the servants had brought and smiled at how they gleamed in the torchlight.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal nodded with delight sparkling in his eyes when she answered correctly. "Yes, very good." He said as he waited for her to pick which knife she would use.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled happily and wiggled against him. Happy that she had retained the proper and correct information. She picked a slightly angled knife, one that could cut along the edges of the muscle and slip beneath it to carve the meat put, and started on the chest.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal watched and gave a nod of his head that she had indeed picked the correct blade to begin. He watched as she began to carve the muscle out and assisted her in properly salting the meat. Soon Littlefinger was panting for breath as he was simply a pile of bones, tendons, and the soft organs within. "How should we end his misery? Shall we begin to slice off his head so that he can actually feel what remains of his body pulling away just before he dies?" He asked.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery worked carefully, taking a little longer than Hannibal normally would have. But her cuts were clean and the process didn't take terribly long. Margaery smiled as she looked over Littlefinger, smirking as she considered Hannibal's question. "Yes. I'd like that. Off with his head, says I!" She proclaimed.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her answer before using a very sharp blade to begin cutting Littlefinger's neck. He was careful not to cut the major blood vessels that would kill the man so quickly. Littlefinger's remains stretched his spine to dislocate the bones so that his body was indeed dangling apart from his head. Hannibal held up a mirror for him to see the two blood vessels along with the spinal chord that remained. Otherwise everything else was gone.

Hannibal then moved quickly to slice those last strings to finally kill the man and finish be heading him.

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Margaery watched with wide eyes as Hannibal slowly decapitated their victims. He was a shell of the man he was before. She wondered if anything remained of the man he was before. There was no cockiness, nor confidence. Margaery had moved out of the way to give Hannibal more freedom of movement. She wrapped her arms around his middle and kissed along his shoulder as she watched him decapitate Littlefinger. When the deed was done she gave him a slight squeeze and kissed his nape.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal enjoyed the kiss to the back of his neck. He turned to pull her flush against his body as he kissed her deeply as he dropped the knife to the ground. He was eternally grateful that she was his wife and that she enjoyed these things as much as he did.

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Margaery gasped softly as he held her so tight. Her arms wrapped around him as she kissed him back. Blood smeared from her hands over his skin. She pulled back, darkness in her gaze.

"Send his head to the lioness," she growled. "Let her be content with the Warden of the North. Then take me to King's Landing and give me the crown."

She kissed him hard again. Full of passion and desire.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled into the kiss as he returned it and spun her about to hold her even closer. He pulled back from the kiss and looked deep into those darkened eyes. "Soon my Queen, you will have what we both desire most." He said.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery laughed and wrapped her arms around him. She peppered kisses along the corner of his mouth. "Darling - I already have what I desire most. I may desire to be queen - but you, you and our children, that is what I desire most of all." She kissed him again. "And I already have you, and our beautiful children. The first two of many, I assume." She laughed playfully.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he pressed their foreheads together. There was love in his eyes as he kissed her deeply. He did not need to tell her how much he cares for her. He pulled back with a soft chuckle as he gently caressed her belly. "Indeed they are. I fear I do not have the self control to even resist my selfish desires for your perfect body enough not to continue planting children within you."