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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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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.

Hannibal chuckled as he allowed her atop him. "True enough. However, I can control how many times I fill your womb in one evening." He pointed out as his hands immediately found her breasts to grope them firmly.

Margaery moaned softly as she leaned down. Bringing her breasts closer, letting her lips brush over his. "That's true enough. Mmmm...I but I do so love how it feels when you're inside me, filling me up with your cock as well as your seed." She intentionally squeezed her core so that her walls would clamp around his cock.

Hannibal rumbled lowly as she taunted him and gave his cock a very intentional squeeze. "Indeed, nearly as much as I enjoy filling you past capacity." He teased as he rolled his hips to stir himself deep within her. His eyes focused on hers as his hands continued their massage. "If I end up planting two children within you again...it will be because of your indulgence, not mine." He said with a teasing smirk on his face.

Margaery laughed and leaned down more, bringing her chest flush against his. "My indulgence? What about your lack of control, my love? I'll just bet that in a game of control, you would be begging and demanding my pussy long before I would begin to beg for you!" Margaery smirked as she nipped playfully at his lower lip.

Hannibal held her close as she made her statement. There was dark desire and amusement in his eyes at the bold statement. He easily rolled them over so that he was once again atop her. "I do not lack control my dear. In a game of control I would have you moaning and begging far faster." He said as his eyes began to dance more. "Why don't we make a wager? Tomorrow night will be your turn. We can set a series of hour glasses that will show us the length of time it takes. The following evening will be my turn. The one who accomplishes their task fastest is the winner." He said.

Margaery smirked as he flipped them over. She nipped his lower lip again as he made the proposal. "I'll accept that wager. But we must set the rules first. No touching allowed, not with our hands or any other objects. Any temptations must be made with visual means only," she replied.

Hannibal tilted his head to the side at her counter. "Visual means? As in using our mouths to describe the plan? Or can an object be used on an alternative object whilst the other watches?" He asked as clarification.

Margaery smiled and bit her lower lip as she considered how it might work. "Mmm no, I more thought that we might touch ourselves and dress certain ways," she replied. "Understand? For example, you might devour a pomegranate while I watch or I might lay upon the bed tied in ribbons and leathers."

Hannibal smirked at her answer and his eyes were dancing with delight. "Now I understand your meaning. Now, the other rule should be that a full whimper or a request of any sort is the breaking point for the one being teased." He said.

Margaery pouted her lips in thought. "I will agree to the request part, but not the whimper. We each make sounds that could be misinterpreted, and of course if confronted, we would deny the sound was a whimper," she pointed out.

Hannibal nodded in agreement. "Very well, we must concede when the other has won. We should also set a time limit of bringing each other to satisfaction after a concession." He said. He knew she liked to toy with him longer if she felt she could get away with it.

Margaery smiled and nodded in turn. "Very well I agree - but I don't think it'll be necessary. If we do this correctly, we should both be too eager for one another to hold out."

Hannibal chuckled at that as he nipped at her lips playfully. "You enjoy dragging out the opportunities I give you." He pointed out. "I say within two minutes after a confession." He said.

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