[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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[tyrelltempest]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery cried out and her legs tightened around him when he strengthened his thrusts. The tip of his cock brushed against her back walls and sent tingling tremors yup her spine. Heat pooled in her core and burned hotter and harder with each thrust. She bit his lower lip to taste of his blood while he fucked her.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly when she bit at his lip and drew blood. He continued to fuck her deep as he held the kiss. He pulled back to rest their foreheads together as he looked deep within her eyes. He growled lowly as he slammed deep within her and filled her with his seed.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery gripped his hands as he laced their fingers. She looked deep into his eyes and licked his blood from her lips when he texted his forehead against hers. As he slammed so suddenly into her and his heat erupted into her core, Margaery felt her entire body quake beneath him. Heat burst from her core and she cried out his name over and over as her orgasm rushed through her.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled her name as they both enjoyed bliss. He looked deep within her eyes. "I love you Margaery." He said before kissing her deeply.

[tyrelltempest]

She kissed his back, suckling the shallow cut that she'd made in his lip. "I love you, Hannibal." She kissed him again. "My king, my love, my husband."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal rumbled lowly into the kiss. "My beautiful wife and queen of the seven kingdom's. I expect envoys of lesser lords tomorrow to pay their fealty and for or combined armies to bring to justice the lesser lords that supported the blonde usurpers. In quite certain the people will quickly accept these changes." He said.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and ran her fingers over her belly. "Soon enough they will have another little prince or princess to pledge loyalty to," she smirked. "For I am most certain that we have conceived a new cod this night."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he kissed her forehead tenderly. "Indeed I think we have." He said in agreement. There was a playful light in his eyes. "Although in the unlikely event we did not, we can try again tomorrow night." He said with a low chuckle.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him deep, already anxious and aching for a second round. "Indeed we can, my darling."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he did indeed fill her a second and a third time that evening.

***

The next day went smoothly and justice was met out. Hannibal did send out a decree that any boy or man who volunteered to join the men's watch would earn a pension for their families for their sacrifice. Hannibal wanted to rebuild the nights watch with men and boys who were not just criminals and old men. He wanted quality men there. The pension was not much, but it was large enough to help quite a few of the poor family's to at least have enough to buy food every day.

He hoped that this would bring down the crime rates in the future.

Everything was progressing as Hannibal had planned. Tomorrow would be the beginning of the final stage of torture for Cersei and Jaime. He wondered if they still had their tongues, if they could speak at all.

He escorted his wife to their chambers after their children were put to bed. There was a box upon the bed with the outfit he had promised her inside of it. He shut the door and rested his hand on the timer lever. "Turn this after you have determined if you will wear the outfit I made for you or not. Putting the outfit on should be included in the time of you so choose." He said before turning to sit down in a chair with his back facing her so that she would not think it cheating for him to watch her change.

The outfit was artfully crafted strips of leather. They would fit her form loosely, it would seem. The leather would feel quite soft indeed. There were special seams hidden expertly within the leather that held small, smooth rocks. These were placed strategically within the leather. What Hannibal had no intention of telling Margaery, was that the leather had been overstretched and cooled. Once it was warmed by her body it would shrink to be quite snug. Those rocks would be pressing along her slit and especially on her clit. There were also small rocks on sensitive pleasure points along her body. It would take at least 10-15 minutes for the leather to shrink. She likely wouldn't notice immediately.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery let Hannibal deal with the masses and the dealing of justice. She took the children and played with them throughout the castle. Rhys did better with his walking than Reina. She struggled on the stone floors, but Margaery knew that she would would get the hang of it.

She followed him to their chambers and examined the outfit he'd selected for her. Margaery knew Hannibal was up to something. But she was a good sport, she would wear it. She put it on, marveling at the softness of the leather. Of course she started the timer as he'd required. Then when she was ready, she stepped in front of him, turning to let him see.

"How like you this, lover?" She looked to him. "Does it suit me?"

She smiled. "Now, remember the rules of our game. No touching, just words, just actions without contact."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he heard the sound of leather moving. He looked forward to seeing her reaction when she realized the trap she was in. He watched as she walked around and gave a nod as he heard the sand shifting behind him. His dark eyes looked over her body slowly, filled with unbridled lust and desire.

He slowly stood to loom over her and stood plenty close enough for her to feel his body heat, but he did not touch. "I do not forget such things." He rumbled lowly.

He took a few steps back from her and slowly began to remove his clothing down to just his leather pants. He was wearing just a simple piece of cloth to keep himself protected, one that could be removed with a tug if he so desired. He looked at her with dark desire before he brought out three practice dummies. He began to practice his hand to hand combat and was certain to dismember each dummy one by one. There was wine within them to act as blood, but it was clearly thinner than blood.

He intended to exercise and show off his strength to her. In the middle of his routine, he picked up a peach. He tenderly prodded at the weak point to slip two fingers into the heart of the fruit to dig out the pit and toss it aside. He then ate the sweet fruit slowly. He held up a banana towards Margaery. "Would you like a taste?" He asked with a playful light in his eyes.

[tyrelltempest]

Within minutes, Margaery could feel the leather tightening. She let him stand close and moaned softly at the heat of his body. She moved away from him as he went to undress. Margaery watched him and she settled onto a fainting couch. As she lounged, the leather tightened and the stone rubbed against her clit. She moaned softly and arched her body. She wanted more.

But she wanted to win.

She watched him as he sparred with his practice dummies and her body grew warm. She moaned softly and watched as he ate so erotica lay from the fruit. Margaery snubbed the banana and rang a small bell. A servant came and brought a small bowl of fire plums, then quickly left. Margaery ran her tongue over the plum's skin and smirked up to Hannibal before taking a bite.

"I prefer my fire plums," she replied.