Margaery Tyrell (
tyrelltempest) wrote in
randomosity2016-06-12 09:41 pm
[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire
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.
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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"You'll be happier if it's dragged out," He whispered. And she knew he was right.
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Hannibal then turned to Jaime and motioned for a female servant to come forward. She was a young blonde and immediately set to work on using her mouth to get Jaime hard rapidly.
"Perhaps my servants were not as satisfying as your sister. Although, it has been some time for you...perhaps anything would get you aroused now." He said as he snapped his fingers and a young male servant also with blonde hair moved in to take over for the girl.
Hannibal turned to Cersei. "Perhaps this is a mercy. He might have fucked his own son since you have left him so unsatisfied." He taunted as Haime did indeed grow hard rapidly. This was a mind game as well as a physical one to truly break the Lannister's spirit as well as their bodies and minds.
Once Jaime Lannister was leaking pre-cum and nearly releasing...Hannibal sliced off his cock and balls from the base with the red hot blade to cauterize the wound so that he would not loose any blood. His servants forced water down his throat to prevent him from passing out.
Hannibal then moved to Cersei and squeezed the release he robbed from Jaime so that it costed her face. He then sliced the cock into smaller pieces and forced her to chew and swallow them. He held her jaw shut after the last bite. "That was your favorite part of him was it not? I'm certain you always wanted it inside you for the rest of your life." He said lowly. "If you force yourself to throw up, my servants will force it back down your throat until you keep it down." He said.
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Then she watched as Hannibal executed his plan. Her upper lip twitched in disgust as she watched the servant bring Jaime Lannister to full hardness. The mere sight left a bad taste in her mouth. Cersei was livid. She glared to Jaime, but she also knew part of it was automatic, what else could he do?
Then Hannibal sliced his cock and balls off in one slice. Cersei screamed in shock and fury and remorse. Margaery smirked, eyes alight with fire and delight. She watched every move Hannibal made, taking in every flex of muscle and flick of his wrist.
Margaery laughed cruelly when Hannibal made Jaime's wasted load burst across Cersei's face. She was smug and smirking as Hannibal made her chew up her lover's cock and swallow it. Cersei resisted, and struggled, but she wouldn't do the undignified thing; she would not throw up and consume the vomit of Jaime's cock. She swallowed hard, but shakily, and glared up at Hannibal.
"You will pay for this. This is high treason," she growled.
"So is bedding a man other than your husband, when you are Queen," Margaery pointed out.
Cersei glared at the Tyrell woman. "Yet men can sleep with whomever they please. How is that fair?"
"It isn't," Margaery replied. "But your commitment is not to the crown, either way." she leaned in and lowered her voice to a dangerous growl. "You're a pestilence. A disease to be wiped out and eradicated from the realm."
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Hannibal turned to Margaery and leaned in to speak lowly in her ear. "I'm going to feed him a bit of her as well." He said lowly as a word of warning so that she could steel herself to seeing him reaching inside of Cersei briefly.
The servants had her opened up wide enough for his hand. They had cracked her pelvis in the process and she was screaming in pain. Hannibal took a small blade and moved his hand within her. He sliced in a neat circle just past the muscle of her womanhood. He then hooked the very tight ring of muscles that gaurded her womb to pull her womb out of her body. He set it in a bowl a servant was holding before taking the thin blade that was red hot and running it around the muscles of her womanhood in circles until he got to her entrance and removed the blade. He then inspected her womb for a moment before slicing it into small pieces as well. He then went to Jaime and taunted him by waving the bowl beneath his nose as servants forced his mouth open. "Wasn't this your favorite treat from her? I'm certain you will enjoy it even more now." He said before forcing Jaime to eat the womb and swallow it down.
The servants had put Cersei's legs back down and were forcing her to drink water so that she too would not pass out.
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Margaery watched as Hannibal removed Cersei's womb. It made her stomach turn slightly, but the pain and sound of Cersei's screaming made Margaery grin. It was worth it. She then watched as Jaime was forced to consume his sister's organ. Margaery grabbed Cersei's hair and yanked her head back.
"There, you see? Now you both have a piece of the other; you're forever inside one another," Margaery sneered. "At least until they turn to shit and your bodies excrete them."
Margaery's dark eyes again focused on Hannibal as she put space between herself and Cersei.
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He then turned to his wife. "Is there a trophy you desire from either of their bodies my dear?" He asked Margaery as he offered the handle of a fresh blade to her. She knew not to kill either of them.
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Margaery looked to the blade, then to Cersei. She frowned, disappointed she couldn't kill them. "No...I want nothing to remain of them. If it were up to me, I'd set them on fire with wildfire and watch them burn alive."
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Hannibal suspected the two of them would be quite filthy fromnanvarietybof nightspoil and other fluids when they were dragged into the city in the morning. Hannibal looked at the Sand Snakes and Willas. "Do any of you feel that their crimes deserve more punishment than I have planned for them?" He asked. He wanted those who had been most wronged to have a say in their punishment.
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"If the children are older, I would suggest target practice," Margaery sat down to pet Moanna. "A few arrows that intentionally miss their mark. Just to add to their pain."
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Willas hesitated for a moment, but did not have a suggestion for an alternative to killing Tommen. He was a good boy, but the Lannister line needed to end.
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"Must we? The boy has been through enough, must we shame him so?" She asked. "He already must deal with the horror that he is a bastard born of siblings, why torment him further? He's done nothing wrong, he deserves mercy does he not?"
"He doesn't," a Sand Snake snarled. "He is a Lannister, he deserves death."
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The Sand Snakes hissed slightly, but hearing that the young Bret would never be able to father children appeased them enough.
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Willas nodded his approval, though he did not hide his look to Margaery. He thought bet naive, and she was content in letting him think as much.
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Willas and the Sand Snakes bowed before leaving the tent as Oleanna returned with two very awake children who were reaching for their parents.
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"Done arguing are we?" Olenna asked. "Just as well, my great-grandchildren did nothing but fuss since the moment they woke up. You spoil them so."
"If I want to spoil my children, I will do so, grandmother," Margaery giggled as she rubbed her nose against Reina's.
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Reina giggled and tugged her mother's hair. "That's my girl."
Olenna rolled her eyes. "It starts when they're born, you realize."
"Of course, they're perfectly behaved otherwise with us, grandmother," Margaery pointed out.
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Rhys tilted his head before requesting to be put down. He slowly toddled over to Oleanna to hug her skirts. "Sowy Meme." He said.
Hannibal smiled with pride and smirked at the nickname.
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Olenna lifted Rhys to her arms before approaching Margaery and Reina. Reina hugged her around the neck. "Sowwy..."
Margaery pouted her lips before looking up to her grandmother. "Look at those faces, how can you stay mad?" She teased.
Olenna kissed each child in turn before shaking her head at Margaery. "You're lucky they're cute."
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"Meme down," Rhys asked to be put down. When Olenna set him down, Rhys took a few shaky steps towards his father. He stumbled a bit, but made it to his father's side, abs he grinned in pride.
Margaery cried out in delight. "Rhys, you did so well!! So well dove, my love!!"
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Rhys looked up at Hannibal. "Play mama?" He asked.
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Margaery chuckled and kissed Reina's cheek before looking to Rhys. "Yes darling, play what?" She knew their favorite games were peeking games and tickling games, but she was curious what he wanted.
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