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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'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.

Hannibal rumbled lowly into the kiss as he continuedbtobdominate both the kiss and the position. He made certain he pinned her tongue as he sped up his pace, if she seemed to gain control for a moment, he would slow his pace again. He was teasing her greatly and enjoying it thoroughly.

Margaery whimpered and arched her body, trying to get him to move faster, harder. But she could barely move. She couldn't force him to move as she wanted. "Hannibal," she moaned, nipping at his lips. "Harder, faster...please!" She begged.

Hannibal smirked when she pulled away from the kiss. Her panting and begging was absolutely delicious to him. He loved hearing her beg for him. He slowed his pace, but increased the force at the end of his thrusts to add a bit of roughness they did not always do. "I like this pace." He rumbled lowly as his mouth found the sweet spot on the side of her neck that really made her squeal. "Unless you are submitting to me." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery whined, but with each hard, deep thrust, her core tightened and trembled around his cock. She chuckled softly as she again writhed beneath him and tried to release her hands from his grip. "Do I truly have much choice?" She countered. "I do live to serve my king and husband, after all."

Hannibal smirked at that as he nodded his head. "Indeed you do." He rumbled in agreement. He picked up his pace at that as he began to slam hard, deep, and fast within her. He felt the bed beneath them swaying from the force of his thrusts as he claimed his wife deeply.

Margaery gasped and cried out in arousal. Her body moved in tandem with his. Hips rolled and began to grind against his as he drove his cock hard and deep inside her. "Gods, yes!! Hannibal, oh my King!!" She worshipped him with her words, crying out his praises as her core tightened and her hot, wet walls squeezed around his cock to coax his release to fill her up.

Hannibal loved hearing her speak like this. He continued to speed up until he could not hold back any longer. He growled fiercely as he gave a final tutus into her before filling her with his seed. The bed beneath them gave way at the same moment and he ended up thrusting slightly deeper with that small impact.

Margaery felt the bed rocking beneath her. But she was overwhelmed by the pure tingling heat of pleasure that shot through her. Margaery felt all the tension in her core suddenly break and burst from the heat of his release. She bucked against him, continued to struggle from his grip, but ultimately all she could do was writhe beneath him and the delicious weight of his body. The fact that the bed gave way didn't hit her until she arched up and kissed him deep.

Hannibal growled lowly as he felt her reach her peak as well. He stayed buried deep within her and his breath was hot on the side of her neck as he kept her pinned down for the moment. He chuckled as he eased back a bit to look deep into her eyes. "This was the first time we broke a bed. Hopefully the one in the red keep is sturdier." He said.

Margaery laughed as her orgasm ebbed. She nuzzled him, as she still couldn't move her arms to hold him properly. "Mmm we can't seem to stop ruining beds." She laughed. "We will indeed need something stronger for our new home."

That's when a thought occurred to her, and Margaery looked to Hannibal in curiosity. "Darling? What is to become of the Dreadfort? Who will stay there and monitor the north while we are here?"

Hannibal chuckled as he leaned back so that her legs could wrap around his waist. "Well, I was intending on leaving that to my new captain until our children are grown enough to discuss who would desire to rule here and who would desire to live in the Dreadfort." He said. "My first captain has found himself willingly detained at Winterfell." He said with a slight smirk. They had heard tumors of the budding romance between his captain and Sansa Stark.

Margaery smiled and kissed him softly, letting her legs drop to wrap loosely around his waist. "Mmm, speaking of children," she leaned up to rub her belly against his, since she couldn't touch it with her own fingers. "I do believe we've conceived yet another this night."

Hannibal smiled as she rubbed up against him like that. "Indeed, I think we might have my love." He said as he nuzzled up to whisper in her ear. "Hopefully only one so you won't grow so cross with me." He teased.

Margaery pulled back to look into his eyes, dark warning yet playfulness in her eyes. "I swear Hannibal Bolton, I love our children but if you planted two more children within me this night, I'll damn you to the Seven Hells and back!" She laughed as she kissed him playfully.

Hannibal's eyes danced with delight at her words of warning. He rolled his hips to stir their combined releases. "It will take time to learn if I did. Although I have been careful to not overfill you with my seed this time." He teased.

Margaery laughed and used the momentum of her hips to roll them over so that she sat atop of him. His cock still inside her.

"As if you have any say or control as to how much you release inside me," she laughed.

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