randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

Margaery chuckled at Hannibal's words and leaned into him. Fully overwhelmed by the love he felt for her and she for him. Never in her life before coming North could she have imagined loving a Bolton so deeply and so loyally.

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The twins were about a year old when plans began advancing for their intentions in the South. Reina was walking, Rhys was learning as well but advancing slightly slower than his sister. Margaery had written in code to her grandmother and brother, who organized the Tyrell army and let small factions move North - unnoticed by the Lannisters due to their small numbers. Until nearly half the army seemed to suddenly appear at the Dreadfort.

Of course the rest of the North was at Hannibal's back - and the Bolton banner flew high as preparations were made and the march began. Margaery insisted on going by Hannibal's side, and took the twins with her. Moanna kept close, now adult size for a dire wolf. She allowed no one near the babies save for the Mistress and her mate.

Thus far the trek had been uneventful, though Margaery was worried for the future days. Word arrived that the Lannisters were amassing their army at Riverrun. Hannibal's army had made camp for the night, and Margaery was on the ground with the twins, again teaching them how to walk. Reina fell, but dusted herself off and used Moanna's fur to pull herself up again. Rhys managed to make it to his mother and laughed happily.

Things were progressing beautifully for taking King's Landing. Hannibal had used Sansa to contact her Uncle to prepare to take Riverrun in a joint attack against the Lannister's. He had promised the Blackfish full rights to his ancestral home along with all Lannister lands and the title of Warden of the East upon the completion of their successful campaign.

Hannibal was marching on the Twins first. Vhagar was now large enough to ride. Hannibal fully intended to finally reveal his prized pet and roast the entire Frey clan hiding away within the walls of their castle like the cowards they were. He was not going to leave a single Frey breathing, a promise to Sansa to avenge her mother and brothers deaths.

That was going to happen tonight. He went to his tent to find his wife and children. He intended to go alone; however, he knew his bride would likely make an argument to go with him. He applauded his children in their increasingly successful attempts at walking. "Well done! The two of you will be running and riding in a few months." He praised.

Margaery glanced up when she heard Hannibal's voice. She smiled and hugged Rhys tight to her. Reina grinned and toddled towards her father - only stumbling when she was close enough for him to catch her.

"Running, yes. Riding will come with time, they are still so little, after all," Margaery lightly scolded him. They would not be able to ride alone for some years yet. The twins were barely holding their heads upright, still gaining control over their necks.

Rhys toddled back to Moanna and looked up to his father, pointing to the Direwolf. "Mo-na," he smiled, roughly pronouncing her name. Moanna licked his face and Rhys laughed.

Margaery clapped in praise. "Very good, little love!" she looked up to Hannibal again and looked rather grim. "So then, darling, what is your plan for tonight?"

Hannibal did indeed scoop up Reina and tossed her into the air slightly to pull a giggle from her before setting her on her feet again. He smiled to his son and nodded. "Well done son. You are learning your big sisters name quickly." He praised.

He then turned to Margaery as he moved towards his special armor for when he rode Vhagar. "I'm going to avenge the Stark's and let the Lannister's begin to shit themselves with fear of what will happen to them. This is the best time, they would not expect such an attack." He said.

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