randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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?"

Hannibal growled lowly as his cock twitched and throbbed beneath her touch. "What is the reward of I do?" He asked lowly. He did remain still other than his cock's natural reaction to her touch.

Margaery gave his cock a sharp squeeze and kissed him possessively, biting his lower lip to mark him. "Your reward is the honor of serving and pleasing your Mistress."

Hannibal rumbled lowly at her teasing. "The pleasure I like. The servitude....you know how I feel about that." He said lowly.

Margaery smirked and kissed along his granite jaw, nipping playfully along his neck. "Even if the one you serve is the woman you love?" She chuckled. "You're ready to bow to me as Queen, are you not? How is servitude to a Queen different from servitude to your beloved wife?"

She tugged playfully at the belt, tightening it ever so slightly against his neck. "There was a time that I surrendered myself completely to your whims for an hour at least - you recall our wedding night, don't you darling?"

Hannibal chuckled at her words. "I am past the point of bowing to those beneath us." He began before pausing a moment. "Ah, but I have treated you as an equal." He pointed out.

Her tightening of the belt and the last statement brought a light of delight to his eyes. "If it is a game of service you desire I am willing...as long as you are willing to accept my actions rather than words." He said.

He did love her and he was willing to give her control. However, he did not dare risk saying so out loud in the middle of a war camp. He might have said such words were they in the privacy of the Dreadfort.

Her eyes lit when he riddled it out that she wanted a game. But she nodded in understanding - she knew he couldn't appear weak to his men, or their prisoners, or to any unseen ears. Margaery nodded and leaned down to kiss him, a bit softer to seal their pact.

He could be quiet, and not proclaim his love and devotion to his mistress aloud. "So long as I am satisfied. But I doubt we will have issues with that." They never did, neither was ever left wanting, after all.

Hannibal returned the kiss and relaxed beneath her to submit to her game. He shifted his hands to relax behind his head. Giving her full access to his body.

Margaery smiled and leaned down to whisper softly to him so that only he would hear. "Darling, do you think those who submit lie back and relax?"

Margaery moved beside him and kept the belt in her hand. She pressed against the headboard and moved so that he could be positioned between her legs.

Hannibal chuckled as he remained relaxed beneath her. He rocked up into her. "Didn't you want me restrained." He rumbled teasingly.

Margaery chuckled and tugged on the belt to tighten it a bit. "You're still restrained lover. Now then..." she pointed down, indicating she wanted him to please her with his mouth.

Hannibal smirked at that. There was a dark look on amusement in his eyes before he gave a bow of his head. He then moved his hands slowly to her hips. He would have to touch her to move her. He shifted her so that she was straddling his face. He shifted her clothing so that his mouth could lick over her folds. His hands kept the fabric out of his way so that she could see his face.

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