[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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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 watched as her blood dripped over her skin like that and she made artwork with her body and blood. Two of his favorite things in the world. He felt hisncock hardening rapidly, but he was not so impulsive as to move closer yet. He would wait for her to finish creating her masterpiece before even considering approaching her.

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Margaery moved her fingers lower, letting her blood drip over her thighs and slender body. Once she was finished, she again brought her finger to her mouth and sucked it clean of her blood. Then she just arched her back and sighed as she felt her warm blood cooling over there skin and running all over her body. She looked to Hannibal with a dark light in her eyes.

"Mmm, you keep me waiting so long, my King, I'd nearly forgotten you were there."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal watched and licked over his lips subtlety at the sight. His nose was flooded with the delicious scents moving through the air from what she was doing.

His voice had a low rumble in it from his building arousal. "I wouldn't want to ruin your art my Queen. I find myself curious as to how you can possibly enhance such a perfect canvas."

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Margaery smiled at that rumble in his voice. He was cracking, and she knew it. "I might enhance it with a paint you could provide," she mused. "But I would so love to conceive again..." Her voice turned to a moan.

"I want to conceive a new child for you...a child to celebrate our conquest," she whimpered. "Come to me love, enter me and give me a child."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly at her words. She was indeed giving him great temptation. He remained in his seat. He was determined to wait until an hour had passed. He felt he could undo her in less than an hour. Although, her words and presentation were quite alluring.

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Margaery pouted when he didn't come. Slowly she rose to a lounge position and looked into his eyes. "You don't want me?" She whimpered, seeming sad and truly unhappy. Neglected, her eyes even turned flay, hoping guilt would work.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal felt himself moving to stand before he could stop to think. He slowed himself as he walked to stand before her. He tilted his head as he looked at her with intensity. "You know that is the furthest thing from the truth." He said with sincerity.

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Almost there. Almost! Margaery looked up to him, eyes still glassy as she looked up at him. "Do I? Such a display I've put on for you, and yet you hesitate still," she pouted.

She played her part well. She truly put on the show that she was upset. When in truth it was a con. She knew he loved her and longed for her touch. But she was determined to win the wager even if she had to be manipulative to do so.

"Perhaps I should seek such pleasure from another, if you do not want me," she knew that would send him over the edge. He was too territorial, but she loved that about him.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal watched and knew that she was conning him hard. However, that last statement pushed the wrong combination of buttons for him to stop himself. He pulled the special handle near the bed to stop the timer. He pulled her close to press up against her and his voice was a dark growl. "You are mine. I would slaughter every person who looks upon you with lust." He said before claiming her lips in a deep kiss.

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Margaery was startled when he grabbed her so suddenly. Startled, not surprised. She knew that phrase would send him over. Margaery smiled in triumph. She had broken her husband in just 45 minutes. Margaery kissed him deep right back, and wrapped her arms around him.

"As if I would allow anyone other than you to please me," she whispered against his lips.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at that as he moved his hands over her body and gave her ass a firm squeeze. "It would appear that you are a better student than you led me to believe." He rumbled lowly as his lips found the side of her neck to nip and nibble along her soft skin.

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Margaery smiled as her hands gripped the back of his doublet. "It would appear so. It would also appear that you're wasting all this blood of mine by letting it soak through your clothes." She pointed out. Margaery tilted her head back and smiled. She was happy in her victory.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he suckled on her finger to clean off the blood and he pulled a small cloth from his bicker. He tore it in half and tied it around her finger to stop the bleeding. He then gave her ass a firm squeeze again. "I wonder how much you truly desire to conceive again. You have yet to free my cock so that I can plant a child within you." He rumbled lowly.

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Margaery smiled and leaned up into him. "I do indeed want to conceive. I want to carry your baby. I want to have another child and bring it to term to join their brother and sister."

Margaery reached down and squeezed his cock through his trousers before freeing it and rubbing his hard, thick shaft. "Mmm, so hard for me."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal rumbled as he pressed his cock into her hand. "I conceded that you have won three minutes ago. I feel like Inshould get an advantage tomorrow evening for my turn." He said lowly.

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Margaery smiled and laughed at his proposition. "An advantage? Hardly! I won fair and square per the rules of our game. You're just a sore loser." She pushed back and turned, lying back on the bed, her back arched and putting the blood smeared across her body on display.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal tilted a brow at that. He slowly began to remove his tunic. "You did win fairly. However, you are not holding to what we discussed about only taking two minutes before the teasing ends." He pointed out. "I feel like they should give me one advantage...the ability to determine what you wear." He said.

He already had something special in mind. He already had the outfit. He had made it some time ago and looked forward to seeing Margaery in it. He finally bared his chest and began to undo the laces of his trousers as he kicked off his boots.

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Margaery tilted a brow at him and smiled. "True, but I'm not the one denying you. You could take me at any time."

She smirked as he moved down to her and instead. "For sporting sake, I'll agree to seeing the garment you have in mind, then I'll decide whether or not I'll wear it."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he slipped his remaining clothing down and away from his body. "You did not assist in removing my clothes to speed up the process." He pointed out as he slowly moved atop her. His tongue moved out to kick up the trails of blood from her body. He moved up to her lips before pausing. "I think you will like it too much to not wear it." He rumbled before claiming her lips in a deep kiss.

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Margaery chuckled at his words and lay back as he climbed atop her. She spread her legs to let him between them with ease. "Nor did I inhibit your ability to remove them to tease you further," she pointed out. "We will see tomorrow."

She kissed him back and moaned against his lips. Her body pressed up into his and her legs wrapped around his waist.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked into the kiss as he deepened it further. He then slipped right into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist to give him perfect access to her core. He set a steady pace as he filled her deep.

[tyrelltempest]

After teasing him so and waiting anxiously for him to fill her up, Margaery arched her body as he filled her. She cried out softly as he slipped inside her, but as he set his pace, Margaery began to whimper softly and moan his praises. She felt complete, having him inside her.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal felt how well she was responding and continued his pace as he laced his fingers with hers. He pulled back for a breath of air before kissing her tenderly. He continued his pace as he already felt his cock beginning to leak pre from how worked up she had gotten him.

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Margaery could hardly breathe even when he pulled back. She felt incredible, her entire body on fire. The wager had done more than work him up, it had worked her up as well. Her core began to tighten and squeeze around him as he kept up that pace. "Harder," she begged in a whisper against his lips.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal rumbled lowly as he gave a nod of his head and increased the force of his thrusts. He was spurred on by her desire for him and the fact that she had worked herself up as well. That knowledge had him growling lowly as he rapidly approached his release.