randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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,

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

Hannibal chuckled at the complement. "I will enjoy having you all o myself once again. I enjoy being with them. I take joy in it now before they are grown enough to cause me a headache." He teased lightly. Although if their children had half their temperament...gods help them during family quarrels.

Margaery smiled and nodded in agreement. "Could you have ever imagined being married? Could you have ever imagined being a father to children as clever as ours?"

She smiled and kissed him softly as she lay in his arms and cuddled into his chest.

Hannibal chuckled as he nodded in agreement. "Indeed we do have clever children. I am very proud to share them with you my love." He said with a wide smile.

***

Only two weeks had passed and they were now camped out just outside of King's landing. His spies had reported that every last ounce of the Dragonfire had been neutralized. He had put his plan for the kidnapping of Cersei in place. He did not want to leave Margaery alone again. Her grandmother and her brother were in their part of the circle encampment around the castle. He felt better leaving their children with them so that Margaery could go with him if she so desired.

Margaery was apprehensive about entering King's Landing. She knew Cersei had something horrible planned. She was happy her grandmother was close to attend the babies. But still, something was wrong.

"Are you certain you know what you're doing?" She looked to Hannibal.

Hannibal pulled her close and held her as she voiced her concern. "I trust that the large storehouses underground and along the main grounds of the red keep. The only thing left is whatever trap she has around herself. My core of assassins will be surrounding the base of her tower and sweep up to make certain there are no reinforcements. I intend to ride Vhagar and enter from above to surprise her before she can spring her trap." He said.

Margaery nodded slowly, feeling a little better. She looked to the babies and smiled as they slept in their cribs. Margaery pushed a lock of hair from out of Reina's face. The baby stirred, but continued to sleep.

"Very well, I do feel better knowing the Wildfire has been dealt with," she looked up to him. "It has been dealt with, has it not?"

Margaery stepped up to him and squeezed his upper arm. She wanted to go with him, but at the same time, she was still so hesitant to leave her babies, even if her grandmother and brother were here to give them military support.

Hannibal watched as she tended to their children. He gave a nod of his head at her question. "Everything on or below ground has been dealt with." He promised her. He had conflicted feelings about where he wanted her more as well. "Do you desire to come with me?" He was not giving a command, he was asking her first this time. The last time he had left without giving her a choice had tormented him.

Margaery looked to him and gave him a conflicted look. She nodded slowly after a long pause. "I do...but I fear for them," she looked to the sleeping twins. "I don't...I don't want to leave them, what if something happens?" She teared up at the mere possibility of coming back and finding their babies dead. She wouldn't put it past Cersei to do something terrible like that.

Hannibal had heard rumors about the silent guardian over the whore. He doubted Cersei would send him away from her side until she had killed at least half of the armies around her.

There was an alternative. The Sand Snakes were at their tent too. "The Sand Snakes did mention an interest in retrieving the whore themselves and returning her to camp. I could give them the task and remain here with you and our children if that would put you at ease." Hannibal was betting that Vhagar was the only thing that could kill the resurrected body of Clegane.

Margaery's eyes lit when he offered that option to her. She smiled and nodded before crossing to him and wrapping her arms around him. Margaery buried her face against his chest and nodded again. "Please. Yes, please do not separate me from my babies. They need to be with their mother. I can't leave them when such a great risk is at hand."

They were nearly done. Nearly through with this horrid war. Margaery would not feel safe until Cersei and the Mountain were dead and gone.

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