[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

[tyrelltempest]

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 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.

[tyrelltempest]

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."

[notavegetarian]

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

[tyrelltempest]

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?"

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery laughed softly when he adjusted her and moved to make her straddle his face. She looked down, watching his face as his tongue explored her folds. Margaery moaned and sighed aloud, her fingers pushed through his hair and tugged gently.

"Yes...oh that's so good," she whispered. "Don't stop...please..."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled in amusement when she said please. His tongue continued to move over her folds. He added his teeth in to tease and suckle at her folds to add to her pleasure. It had been some time since he had eaten her out in this manner.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery cried out loud, arching her back and pressing her folds more insistently against his mouth. It felt as though he were literally devouring her. She gasped and writhed against him. Already her core began to seize and tense as he continued his efforts between her thighs. "Yes...that's right...just like that."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at the high praise. He truly did enjoy satisfying her so thoroughly with his mouth. It was incredibly satisfying to hear her moaning and writhing like this atop him. He doubled his efforts to intensify the pleasure she was feeling.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery rolled her hips in rhythm with his movements. She cried out in arousal and again tugged his hair - not enough to inhibit his movements, but enough to maintain a level of control and dominance.

"Close...so close, don't stop!" She cried out his name over and over as her core tightened and prepared for release.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal rumbled lowly at her command. He continued to eat her out and he added low rumbles to increase her pleasure even more. He would indeed continue until she reached her climax.

[tyrelltempest]

The rumbles were what sent her over. Those tremors made Margaery cry out and tense over him. Heat pooled in her core and burst from within to cover Hannibal's face with her fluids. Margaery cried out and quaked above him, moaning his name over and over again as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal drank down her orgasm greedily as she finally reached her peak. He gave her folds a tender kiss before pulling his lips back and awaiting her next demand of him.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and moved off of him, still holding the belt in her palm. She liked seeing her fluids glisten on his chin. "Such a good boy," she whispered. "Lie back," she gestured to the center of the bed.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal's eyes danced with delight at their little game. He did like this side of Margaery and he looked forward to seeing what she had in mind. He shifted to the center of the bed after setting her next to him so that he could move easier.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery moved as he settled into the center of the bed. She slipped the belt from around his neck and tied his hands to the bed so that he was bound there. Unable to touch her with his fingers.

She intended to tease him. She'd had her release, and intended to draw his out. Margaery ran her fingers slowly over his chest, and down to his abdomen. "So strong, my king..."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal did not fight her when she bound him. He assumed that she would be teasing him in this position. He fully intended to break the belt and claim her....later, when she wasn't expecting it.

He enjoyed the teasing touch from her fingers and flexed his upper body for her when she said that. The flexing caused the belt to strain a bit beneath his touch, but he made no further moves to free himself. "Just as you enjoy it." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and trailed her lips along his muscular chest. She nipped playfully at his skin.

"Stronger than the fiercest Dothraki warlord," she praised, kissing his chest and moving down. "My dragon rider."

Her lips grazed over his inner thigh, but never touched his balls or his thick cock.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal pressed into her teasing touches more as she moved down his body. He enjoyed hearing the complements and noted how much closer she was getting to his cock. His eyes watched with delight as he waited for her to continue.