[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

[tyrelltempest]

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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[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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."

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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."

[notavegetarian]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery laughed and nuzzled her nose against his. "Guilty as charged. But I think this game will be different." But she nodded all the same. "Very well, two minutes it is."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he kissed her deeply. "Very well. The rules are now set. What shall our wager be?" He asked with a low rumble in his voice.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery considered the question and smiled to herself. "Hmmm, an excellent question. What would you desire of me if you win?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal's eyes danced with delight as they darkened. "I would watch you make a piece of art as you carve up an enemy. I want to see you drunk on bloodlust and power." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smirked and kissed along his jaw. "You don't necessarily have to win a wager for that, my love." She pointed out. "But very well, if that's what you desire."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he kissed her nose. "Now, what would you have of me if you won?" He asked her with a low rumble.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and leaned up, pressing her body against his. "I would have you worship me on the Iron Throne. I would have you bow to me and bathe me on kisses from my toes to my neck and to my lips. Then take me upon the throne and christen it properly with your lady."

She leaned in and nipped his ear as she whispered. "But I would also bathe in the blood of our enemies with you. Ooh, so hard to choose..."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal rumbled lowly and his cock twitched at the image. "Bathing in blood together does not require winning a wager." He said as he kissed along the column of her neck."

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery felt that twitch and moaned softly. "Mmm...very well then. I'll not stop until you worship me in your own throne." She grinned wickedly at him.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled lowly at that. "If you win my dear." He said as he rocked his hips more into her as his lips claimed hers in a deep kiss.

***

The next morning they began their march. Hannibal had indeed found the Lannister's covered in a variety of bodily fluids and smelling quite foul. He left them in their filth, but knew that the multiple strings of dried cum coating Cersie's face would please his wife. A glass enclosure had been build that would do nothing to stop liquid, nor air, but it would stop any arrows. He did not want any remaining Lannister's to have pity and attempt to put the two out of their misery.

There were cheers from the crowd as Hannibal and Margaery passed. They were riding atop Vhagar with both Rhys and Reina with them. The remaining Sand Snakes, Olenna, Willas, and Mace were behind them on horseback. Immediately followed by the carts transporting the Lannister's.

They stopped just short of the drawn drawbridge and Hannibal called up to Tommen. "Tommen, my joint armies have surrounded the city and have barricaded the harbor. I have decimated the Lannister army. I have arrested your traitorous and incestuous parents and have begun the punishment for their many crimes. You are young and I do not believe that you knowingly assisted them. Surrender the castle to me and I will grant you the opportunity to take the black and try to regain some honor for the house your parents destroyed. If you insist on fighting me, I will have no other choice but to punish you along with your parents." He said.

Hannibal gave a nod and some servants crawled atop the glass structure to pour freezing water over Cersei and Jaime to clean them off and to make certain they were awake. He wanted them to see everything they had built come crumbling down.