randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery took Rhys and rocked him in her arms. Reina fussed, feeling left out, and pointed. "Mouf!"

Impressed, Margaery kissed Reina's head and smiled, wanting to encourage her daughter. "Mouth, love. You think we should send her his lips?"

She glanced up to Hannibal and smiled. "His left eye, I think. And your daughter would like you to send Cersei his lips." Margaery bounced their daughter in her arms and Reina smiled happily. Still, Jaime's cries of pain made the children squirm a bit. They didn't like it.

Hannibal smiled as he set a small blade into the flame to heat it up. He then, very carefully, sliced off his lips while sealing the cut at the same time. He set the lips aside before getting a long, metallic spoon. He forced Jaime's left eye open as he pressed the spoon into his eye starting from the inside corner. He moved the spoon slowly around the eye before popping it cleanly out of his head. He then sliced the fibers holding it to fully separate the eye. He held it up before summoning some servants with a special box to hold parts. He placed the lips and eye very carefully into the box before chopping off the hand from the arm and placing it within the box as well.

He then summoned his Lannister spy. "Deliver this to the whore who is wearing the crown. Tell her that Lord Bolton sends tokens of peace. If she desires mercy, she will send token of kind from her bastard son who falsely wears the crown." He said. He would send a raven as well.

The spy nodded and bowed low. He would not falter in his task, even though delivering these tokens in such a manner would likely end in his death...it was safer at her hands than the hands of his master.

Margaery watched, and made sure the babies watched as Hannibal methodically cut off the pieces of Jaime. Carving out the eyeball made her a little nervous. But she watched. Rhys watched, Reina watched. Margaery watched as Hannibal set them into the box. She reached down and adjusted a few things and how they were placed in the box before it was sealed.

Reina, overjoyed at the sight, once her father was done, reached out and whined for him. "Papa! Paaaaaaapa!" She cried out.

Margaery chuckled and held the babies tight, but stepped closer and let Hannibal take their daughter. Reina wanted a closer look at the man her father was torturing, truth be told. She wanted to see that power up close. "She wants to see how strong her Papa is," Margaery chuckled.

Hannibal nodded his approval and smiled to his daughter as he took her into his arms and kissed Margaery on her temple gently. "Just like her mother." He said as he held his daughter close. "This is what a man who did not see the trap until it was too late looks like." He said.

Margaery smiled and held their son with both arms. "Watch your Papa, watch how he moves, my little one. You'll be a man one day soon," she kissed Rhys' head. "But not too soon, your Mama hopes."

Reina smiled and cuddled against her father, wrapping her arms around his neck before looking to Jaime. "Trap!" She exclaimed. For added emphasis, she snapped her jaw like Moanna taking a bite. She had only a few teeth so far, still being young, but he effect was the same. "Trap by Papa!"

Hannibal chuckled at her demonstration. "Very good Reina." He praised her before signaling for his servants to lock Jaime away. They were instructed to make sure that he was well fed and had plenty of water, even if they had to force it down his throat. He then turned to his wife and nodded towards their tent. "We should go back to our tent. I'm sure Moanna will feel better seeing us all return after the sounds of battle." He said.

Margaery watched as the guards took Jaime away. She smiled, satisfied and confident in their victory. His torment would come later. When Hannibal suggested they go back to their tent her eyes lit mischievously.

"Mmm, a good idea," she replied. She looked to their children. "And I'm sure the two of you are hungry, yes?"

"Hungry, Mama!" Rhys confirmed. Reina nodded enthusiastically.

"Come then, let's go see Moanna," she started for the tent.

"Mo-na! Moooo-na!" Reina chanted over and over as they started back.

Hannibal saw that light in her eyes and was curious as to what she had in mind. He walked with his family and entered their tent. Vhagar curled around the outside of their tent. He gave the signal for his men to work on filling in the trenches and beginning to pack up camp. They would begin their march to King's Landing in the morning.

He smiled as his family was safe and whole again. He set Reina down so that her and her brother could be fed. He kissed Margaery on her temple. "The final trap is nearly set. Soon we will be in King's landing to unseat that whore."

"Not a moment too soon," Margaery replied as she sat upon the bed and set Rhys down near his sister so she could prepare to feed them. Slowly the children were being weaned off her milk, but they were still young yet.

Moanna whined before she saw her Mistress, and settled when everyone entered the tent, happy her pack was together again.

"One thing, love," Margaery began as she undid her dress a bit and revealed her breasts. The babies were big enough now that she could only feed them one at a time. Rhys went first, Reina pouted. "What of the Wildfire stores beneath King's Landing?"

Hannibal watched with a small amount of jealousy in his eyes when he saw his children getting access to her breasts.

He focused in on her words and gave a nod of his head. "The Maester's say that they know how to add a chemical to it that would cause it to not ignite. They saved a few of our captured enemies that we will test if their chemical works or not on. If this chemical works, I will send those who desire to join our elite assassin squad I am beginning to form. To prove their loyalty and skill, they will sneak into the city and neutralize the storehouses." He said.

Margaery saw that pang of jealousy and gave him a teasing, scolding look. When Rhys was fed, Margaery burped him and then took Reina to the opposite breast.

All the while she listened to Hannibal's idea. She smiled.

"An excellent stroke of good fortune," she replied. "It's the one advantage she believes she has, if we take it away, all hope is lost for her." Margaery took pleasure in that thought.

Hannibal nodded in agreement. "They have a small amount and a large cauldron to test. The only thing that concerns me is that their compound will not disperse through the larger containers. If their chemical neutralizes it like they claim. We can burn it and it will not explode. My spies will neutralize and burn all of it to ensure that it is safe for us to enter." He said.

"Should make for an interesting light show, if nothing else," she smiled playfully. Trying to ease his mind with some levity.

Once Reina was finished, both children seemed milk-drunk and sleepy. They were put to bed and soon fell asleep. Margaery turned slowly to Hannibal and pressed against him.

"And now my love," she purred. "You are all mine." That said, she pushed his chest to make him fall back to the bed.

Hannibal chuckled as he nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed it will."

He watched as she put their children to bed. He watched as she approached and found her mood quite curious. He fell back upon the bed and used his elbows to remain propped up as he regarded her with dark desire. "Am I now? What is it you have in mind?" He asked.

Margaery straddled him and pinned him down to the bed by his shoulders. Her grin was dark, and mischievous. "To take full advantage of you, of course," she replied. Margaery kissed him deep and hard, full of intent. "As I said darling, you are mine. I intend to start practicing asserting my absolute power as queen."

Hannibal was quickly growing hard at her spirit. He rumbled lowly as his hands moved up to grope and squeeze her breasts firmly as he allowed her to remain atop him for the moment. "You are just now starting that? I will keep that in mind." He rumbled teasingly.

Margaery growled softly and grabbed his wrists, using all her strength to pin them to the bed. Of course, he could resist her, and his strength was greater than hers. But she tried to pin him all the same and smirked down at him. "Did I give you permission to touch?"

Hannibal's eyes lit with dark arousal when she used her full strength to attempt to pin his wrists. He allowed it for now, curious as to what she would do. He leaned forward to nip at her jaw and neck playfully. "Permission? What would you do to me if I touched you exactly where your body melts into pleasure?" He rumbled lowly.

Margaery smirked almost cruelly as she leaned down to him. Her teeth nipped playfully over his lower lip. "You would dare touch your Mistress without her permission? How naughty. I suppose if you refuse to obey, I shall find a way to make you obey."

Hannibal's eyes were filled with dark delight. He nipped back at her lower lip as he heard her words. There was a low, dark growl from him as he rolled his hips up into her before bucking hard enough for her to bounce slightly atop him. "I doubt that you have the strength to fully restrain me." He said with a low growl in his voice from his arousal.

"Perhaps not," she replied, leaning in and growling low when he bucked his hips without asking her. "But do not doubt that my cunning matches yours. I have ways of restraining you without wasting my energy and strength."

Hannibal growled as she continued to tease him. "You are quite cunning, that I will agree on. However....you would have to spring this trap of yours before I break free." He rumbled as he shifted his hands a bit as he continued to buck his hips. This was only a half hearted attempt to regain control. He was curious what she had in mind and would play along for now.

Margaery gave him another scolding look - though a playful one - for the movement of his hips. But then, she smiled and her hand slid down between them, over his bulge through his trousers to rub softly. "Ohhh, my poor love, how hard and wanting you are." She whispered, kissing him softly. Her fingers worked the belt open and slowly pulled it from his pants.

Then, in a flash, Margaery looped the belt around Hannibal's neck - though not so tight as to choke him- just enough to pin him down. If he struggled or tried to free himself, then he would choke. "Are we ready to behave now?"

Hannibal felt a slight surge in victory when she seemed to bend to him. He rocked into her hand once she teased over his length. He was surprised when he felt the leather of his belt around his neck. He chuckled lowly at her words. "If you tighten too far I will pass out and you will be left unsatisfied." He said as he did indeed relax so as to not be choked.

Margaery smirked and nuzzled along his nose. "I know. But your wife has deft fingers indeed. I know how much pressure to apply and when to let loose."

Her fingers explored his trousers, opening them and undoing the laces to slide her hand into his pants to tease his cock. "Now then, you didn't answer me. Will you obey your Mistress now?"

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