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[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.

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Margaery smiled and kissed him back. "You're too kind, my love. I always knew I would be queen, but I could never envision it. Not before I married you." She smiled and kissed him deep. "You've made good on your promise. And for that I thank you in turn."

Hannibal smirked before he swept her off of her feet and carried her to their bed. "Indeed I have and I look forward to christening our new room in the red keep tomorrow night. However, I look forward to playing tonight as well." He said with a low rumble.

Margaery laughed as he lifted her. She nuzzled his nose as he set her down. "Now you have everything you've set your eyes on. The crown, the Iron Throne, the Seven Kingdoms." She kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Hannibal chuckled at that as he kissed along her neck. "You are the greatest prize I ever set my eyes on." He says as he looked deep within her eyes.

Margaery smiled, reaching up to push the hair from his face. She kissed him deep and pressed her body against his and traced her fingers over his shoulder. "I love you," she whispered. "Now then, I believe there was talk of play?"

Hannibal smiled. "I love you Margaery." He whispered as he kissed along her neck slowly. There was a playful look in his eyes as he moved to kiss and nip over the exposed skin he had access to.

"Indeed, the game is for you to lie very still. I can always restrain you if your self control might wane." He said as his hands slid behind her to slowly work on loosening her dress as she remained on her back. He was going to undress her slowly without her assistance.

Margaery smiled and arched her body against his as he began to undress her. She nipped his lower lip as he kissed her. When he kissed her neck, she tilted her head back to give him more skin.

"Mmm you may have to restrain me," she chuckled as she tugged gently at his hair.

Hannibal chuckled when she tugged his hair like that. "Do I truly wear your self control down to nothing?" He taunted her as he finished removing her dress and tossing it off to the side. His mouth was on her collarbone immediately as he nipped and nibbled along the thin skin there as his hands moved over her sides to remove everything else she was wearing save her underwear. Those he was planning on removing with his teeth.

"Why bother with self control when I can have indulgence?" Margaery countered, giggling softly as he undressed her. Her back arched to offer him her skin once again, moaning softly at the sensation of his lips and teeth over her skin. Her nails dragged over his biceps and she made a move to undo the clasps and laces of his doublet to undress him in turn.

Hannibal chuckled and didn't make a move to restrain her yet. He smirked up at her. "You will enjoy this more if you restrain yourself a little." He rumbled lowly as he began to kiss and nip along the center of her body.

Margaery smiled and moaned softly as he kissed along her body. "Ohh...yes..." she whispered. "Mmm, if only I could, I'm a spoiled woman of the South, you see. I'm not used to holding back, darling," Margaery chuckled as her fingers tugged at the laces of his trousers to get them open.

Hannibal chuckled at that as he shifted low enough where she would no longer have access to his clothing as his lips found the edge of her underwear. His kissed over the junction where fabric met skin. His teeth very carefully nipped at her skin until he was able to snag just the fabric and begin to pull that down and off of her body.

Margaery sighed and moaned as he moved lower. Her body arched against his mouth. When he pulled her small clothes away with his teeth, she gasped and her entire body shuddered. "Oh yes....gods...my love..." she whispered. Her hands, with no recourse nor ability to remove his clothes, took to carding slender fingers through his hair and tugging gently.

Hannibal smirked at her moans and he continued to move his lips down her body. He nuzzled his way between her legs to lick over her folds slowly to work her up and to tease her at the same time.

Margaery arched her hips and moaned aloud at his licking. "Gods...yes, don't stop!!" She begged as she writhed beneath him. "Feels so good..." she moaned. Again she tugged his hair slightly to maintain some control, though not to inhibit his movements.

Hannibal smirked at the hands in his hair and her delicious moans of pleasure. He continued to lick over her folds before his tongue slipped between them to circle around that sensitive nub at the junction of her womanhood. He flicked his tongue over that spot before leaning in to wrap his lips around it and suckle on it teasingly. He was going to have her screaming out her pleasure tonight.

Margaery's back arched when he began to suckle and flick his tongue against her clit. Her nails scraped over his scalp as her entire body trembled and quaked. Heat pooled in her core and began to tingle up her spine. "There, right there..." she moaned. Her hips arched and bucked to allow his mouth better angles.

Hannibal chuckled with a low rumble at her response. He shifted so that his tongue was sliding along her folds, dipping within her, curling in her tight heat to brush past a sensitive spot near her entrance, and slipping back out of her to repeat the process. The entire time he is suckling on her folds and using his teeth to graze over the sensitive flesh to add to the sensation.

One of his hands slips in to rub soft, slow circles around her clit to keep her building towards a release steadily. The other snaked up to toy with a breast.

Margaery gasped and a tremor raked through her when his tongue passed over that sensitive spot. Her hips bucked and her head tilted back. Those full lips were parted and moaning as he continued to tease and lick over her. The attention of his fingers and tongue combined was too much, she felt her body quaking and tensing, preparing to burst. "Hannibal-!!" She whimpered and moaned.

Hannibal growled lowly to give her an additional push to send her over into pure bliss. He wanted to awaken the lust and desire that they had both grown addicted to when they first were wed. He desired more children now type their twins were approaching two years of age.

The lust he sought was already ingrained within her. There was no awakening necessary. Margaery cried out and felt her entire body tremble and quake. The heat in her core burst in a sudden rush that went through her body. The orgasm crashed through her and she whined out his name over and over as she spasmed beneath him.

Hannibal still enjoyed drawing on her dominant desires and subduing her with his strength. She enjoyed control, but they both knew how much she enjoyed him dominating her and thoroughly satisfying every ounce of her being.

He tasted her climax and his mouth greedily drank her down. His hands moved to strip his own clothing as fast as possible. He was bare by the time he had licked her absolutely clean. His hands slid up the sides of her body and along the length of her arms as he brushed his lips up the center of her body before finding that sensitive neck of hers. He laced his fingers with hers as he moved their hands above her head. He then slipped deep within her as his lips finally claimed hers in a possessive and dominate kiss.

He shifted his hands away to guide her shapely legs so that the back of her ankles were pressed against the front of his shoulders. His arms came back down so that he could lace their fingers together again as he continued the deep kiss. His strong arms were keeping her legs pinned between them and his arms kept hers in place above her head.

He rumbled lowly as he began to fuck her slow, but much deeper than normal in this position.

Margaery took her time recovering from her orgasm. She moaned as he licked her clean and drank her release. Margaery smiled as she looked down to him and watched as he undressed. She let her eyes rake over his form, loving the look of his muscles and skin.

When his hands moved over her body, she sighed aloud and her body rolled along with his movements. She let him move her legs as he needed, and smiled mischievously as he positioned her as he wanted. When he pinned her hands above her head, Margaery sighed hsppily.

She did love his strength. How powerful he was. As he filled her she sighed aloud and her core immediately clamped around his cock. Margaery kissed him back and moaned against his lips.

The slow rate he drove into her made her whine and she struggled in vain to free her hands. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him closer, but couldn't with how he held her. Not that she minded, she loved how he dominated her; she loved the struggle.

Hannibal absolutely loved dominating her in this way. He continued his slow pace as his tongue pressed into her mouth to continue dominating her entirely.

Margaery whimpered and writhed beneath him as he continued that slow, steady pace. Her tongue eagerly met his and tangled, fighting his tongue for dominance in the kiss. If she couldn't dominate the position, she would dominate the kiss. Still, her hands tried to pull away from his grip, but Hannibal was just too strong.

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