[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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[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled, and feigned an expression of surprise. "Why, you're not feeling deprived and frustrated, are you my love?" She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Now, now...can't have that." Still, she made no move towards his cock.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal saw the teasing and noted her continued hesitation. She was now teasing more than he deemed necessary since he had agreed to her game. He flexed his arms to make the leather flex beneath his wrists. He could tell how he could break the leather, he ha already identified the weak point.

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Margaery smirked as she saw him struggle against his belt. It was only then that she moved up and straddled him, pinning his wrists to the headboard with her bare hands. She didn't take him inside just yet. "Not very sporting, my dear."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal stilled as she shifted stop him. He quickly shifted his hips to slide deep within her with a low groan of satisfaction at feeling her tight heat. He spurted ore within her steadily as he rolled his hips to egg her on into action.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery gasped and moaned loudly as he slid so easily into her tight, wet heat. She looked down at him though with a scolding look. "Darling, I gave you no such leave to enter me," she pointed out.

[notavegetarian]

There was a smirk on his face. "I was anticapating your deepest desire my dear." He rumbled lowly as he continued to rock into her.

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Margaery smiled down to him, and could not resist the urges of her body to arch down as he rocked into her. She kept his wrists pinned with her hands over the belt that bound him, and leaned back to ride atop him and let him sink his cock deeper inside her. "Ohhh yes...but am I truly so transparent that my desires are so obvious?" She moaned, bouncing up and down to let him thrust harder inside her.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal rocked up into her with a hard force. His dark eyes grew darker with lust as his pleasure began to build rapidly. He would not last much longer.

[tyrelltempest]

Already, Margaery felt her tight heat squeezing around his cock, ready to burst at any moment in her pleasure. She squeezed her core extra tight to make sure he was snugly fit inside her. She wanted to feel his release as it filled her up, she wanted to feel his fluids mix with hers and drip from within her. Margaery cried out his name, over and over as she bounced harder and faster. Until all the heat amassing in her core finally burst, rushing through her body. Margaery's body went tense, and she quaked above him, her fluids squirting from inside her.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal felt her building towards a release and thrust even harder deep within her to being her to full pleasure. He growled her name lowly as he slammed deep within her and followed immediately after with his own hard release. He would give her five seconds before tearing himself free depending on her course of action.

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Margaery couldn't handle his hard thrusts. He made her quake and tremble, and come harder than she'd ever come before. When she felt the heat of his release burst within her, she cried out and began to breathe heavily. Her grip on his wrists slackened a bit. But not by much. Her forehead rested against his as she caught her breath.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal saw how the power behind his pent up need affected her. He felt her grip weaken as she rested her forehead against his.

Hannibal flexed his arms and tore out of the leather as if it was paper. He then wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her deeply. He used his legs to roll them over.

His hands moved to pin her wrists together above her head so that he could restrain her with one hand. His free hand worked over her breasts and his mouth found the side of her neck to suckle and leave a string of marks along the skin as he immediately began to pound into her hard and deep. She had indeed teased him quite severely. He felt he might even be able to go three rounds in quick successions before needing a break.

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Margaery loved his shows of strength. Even when he startled her, as he just had. She cried out as he flipped them over and plunged into her again. She wanted to reach around and clutch him tighter to her body. But he pinned her. So easily.

Margaery was dripping wet from that show of desire and strength alone.

"My king..." she moaned for him as she tilted her head back, offering more of her neck. "Hannibal...!"

She wrapped her legs around him and kept her core squeezed tight to make sure her walls were wrapped around him in their wet heat.

[notavegetarian]

He would release her hands soon enough. For now he was going to continue to fuck her relentlessly while pinning her down. He growled her name lowly as his cock was already twitching deep within her and he felt himself leaking pre consistently within her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery moaned and her body arched as he fucked her. Nothing felt more amazing than Hannibal's cock. He stirred her, made her squirm with desire and arousal. Her body was still on fire from her latest orgasm. Still she wanted more.

"You'll...you'll plant another child within me at this rate...!" She cried out.

Her body was tightening, growing more and more tense with each thrust.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled and rumbled lowly at her words. He continued to pound into her as he felt himself approaching another release rapidly. "Perhaps that is my goal." He grunted between thrusts.

He bit down hard on the side of her neck as he reached his peak and filled her with his seed.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery wasn't prepared. Her body was a mass of sensation and feeling - she was no longer in control. When Hannibal slammed into her so suddenly, and his release coated her insides, Margaery felt herself go over. Her entire body lurched, tense and euphoric. Margaery cried out as his heat flooded her entire body and she quaked beneath him. Yet another orgasm to overwhelm her senses. She had only enough mind to moan his name as she came so hard.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal had been taken over by his base instincts. He released her wrists as his hands and mouth went to devour her supple breasts. He rested within her for a few moments before beginning to pump into her hard and fast again.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery thought she would have a moment of reprieve before going another round. But then he was right back to it, driving deep inside her and fondling her. Margaery cried out as sparks rushed through her. With her arms freed, she wrapped them around Hannibal and pressed her fingers into his back. With her limbs wrapped around Hannibal, she flipped them both over and pinned him beneath her, never ceasing the movements of her hips.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly when she flipped them over. He continued the momentum and rolled atop her again before really pounding away within he the was growling lowly as he filled her and claimed her deeply,

[tyrelltempest]

The fight for dominance and the struggle as to which of them would top the other only added to her arousal. Margaery cried out as he toppled her and filled her furiously. Again she came with him, crying his name out to the stars and to the gods. They thoroughly soaked the bed from her fluids and the force of their fucking.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly as he felt his cock beginning to soften within her after their very vigorous fucking. He was actually impressed that they had not broken the bed. He was panting heavily as he slowly pushed himself up and off of her. He struggled for half a second to keep on his feet. He found a small bowl of water and a wash cloth. He quickly washed himself off and then picked up the bowl. He went to Margaery and poured the bowl over her and followed with the cloth to be certain she was cleaned off as well. They did have two beds in their tent. He picked her up to go to their other bed and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close.

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Margaery gasped for breath, but whined a little as he pulled away from her. She cried out in surprise and laughed as he poured water over her. She wrapped her arms around him as he moved them to the second bed.

She glanced up to check the babies, and swatted Hannibal's chest as he set her down, horrified to see Rhys staring at the two of them from the crib.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal turned and waved his hand. "Back to sleep son." He said like he always did whenever Rhys woke in the middle of the night. Rhys giggled and shook his head, wanting to play his game with Papa.

Hannibal sighed as he kissed Margaery's temple. He slowly got up and moved to the make shift crib. He laid Rhys down and had the little back and forth until Rhys finally went to sleep in just a few minutes.

He then returned to Margaery and pulled her close. "If we act as if nothing is amiss, they won't remember a thing. We will need to begin working with them on sleeping in a different room from us. In the next few years they might remember what they see, but not yet." He explained.

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Margaery watched as he dealt with their son. She smiled to herself, loving how he worked with their baby - it was incredible to her, how fierce he was in battle, how furiously he could fuck her, and how gently he could be as a father. She wondered if Roose Bolton had been such a good father to Hannibal.

"I will indeed be sad to see them move to another room," she lamented. "But it will afford us our liberty once again in our lovemaking."

She pushed her fingers through his hair. "I do love seeing you interact with them. Such a loving father."