[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]

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal heard the moans and noted that the leather was hugging her form tightly now that it was fully tightened to her body. It was not nearly tight enough to cause her harm or to leave bruises, but it was indeed snug enough to truly feel those rocks pressing up against her sensitive spots.

He smirked and watched as she ate her fire plums. He raised an eyebrow slowly at that. "The last time you desired these, you were with child." He pointed out.

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The stones pressed into her clit, the small of her back, her breasts, all over her sensitive body. She arched her back to get a better angle. Margaery smiled at his remark and took another greedy bite.

"Was I? Or was it just before you planted our twins within me?" She teased, leaning back and appreciating the muscular form of his body. "You should keep fighting for me, I enjoy it."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as she played coy with him. "I see that you seem to be enjoying your new outfit I made for you. Sadly it can only be used once; however, I have made a few more of them should you desire to wear it again." He said before slowly lowering himself to do som slow push-ups one hand at a time. She seduced with curves, he seduced with muscle.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery pouted as he revealed that her outfit was a one-time wear only. But she smiled and took another bite of the fire plum. Her dark eyes focused on his movements as he started doing one-handed pushups. She loved watching all the curves and rolls of his muscles as he moved. "Mmmmm...my strong king...I do love watching you move this way."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal's dark eyes shine with delight at the praise. He hopped up as if that had needed no effort. He picked up the skull if a full grown man that had recently been beheaded. The skull had been cleaned and was simply bone now. He placed his hand so that some of his fingers were in the eye sockets and the jaw. He pressed firmly and the back of the skull fell away from the front, he only needed one hand. He picked up gradually larger skulls and eventually needed both hands. He smirked when he easily crushed all of them. "Now we know how to crush a giant without Vhagar's assistance...should one be seen ever again." He said.

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Margaery watched the display with interest. But at the same time, she kept an eye on the timer. She didn't have to last long, just long enough so that she beat his time from the night before. But watching him exercise his strength, crushing pure bone in his bare hands, she loved it. Margaery finished off her fire plum and licked the juice slowly from her fingers.

"As if there was any doubt that you could," she replied.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal could see the desire in her eyes for more. She was getting close to her breaking point. He just needed a little more of a push. He walked over to pick up a pomegranate. His dark eyes found hers as he slowly prodded at the thin skin until the weak point gave way for his finger to press in slowly. He then brought the fruit to his mouth as he slowly began to scoop the seeds out as he approached her slowly. He held the fruit out to her. "Would you like a taste?" He rumbled lowly.

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Margaery silently counted down the clock in her mind. She was nearly there - and the stones only seemed to press more insistently into her body. Her fluids were dripping down her thighs now, but still she did not break.

Her eyes locked on him and she rolled her hips to make the stones press into her more. "Ooh...how tempting indeed," she leaned forward and slipped her tongue into the fruit, pulling out some of the seeds and eating them slowly.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal watched as she reached out to eat some of the fruit in such a tantalizing manner. He stepped a bit closer to her as he loosed the top of his trousers so that she could see the muscles of his hip bones clearly. His eyes focused in at the moisture he could clearly see between her legs. "Shall I give you another taste? You look like you need my direct attention." He rumbled lowly as his tongue slowly worked over the fruit in his hands and he slowly scooped seeds out.

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Margaery bit her lower lip, letting her eyes drink in the sight of his body as he revealed those muscular hips. "Mmm in a bit, perhaps," she replied, leaning in to scoop out more pomegranate seeds with her skilled tongue. She was determined to win this wager, and already she was so close...

"This costume of yours," she glanced to the leather outfit. "It's rather satisfying as a substitute while I wait for you."

Margaery rolled her folds again, sending shocks through her body. "Tell me darling, do you remember my first night in Winterfell? How I found you the next morning with your clothes partially off and your muscles bulging?" He had scolded her for not ringing the bell first, but she had enjoyed the view.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal watched as she teased herself and ate more of the fruit. He leaned in so that she could feel his body heat, but he did not yet touch her. "That will not fully satisfy what you desire, and only I can remove it." He said.

His eyes darken with desire at her question. "I do indeed. Tell me, is the sight more arousig now or was it then?" He asked. It would just take the slightest movement from her for her to initiate contact and her time to stop.

[tyrelltempest]

"I do not protest that," she smiled coolly up at him. But she leaned back on the couch, smirking up at him.

Her dark eyes raked over his body as she considered his question. "You were...almost like a forbidden temptation then. I was still refusing you by that point, remember?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he continued to look over her. He could tell she was close to breaking. It would not take much more. "Were you truly denying me? Or were you denying yourself?" He rumbled lowly. The father he leaned, the looser his trousers grew. Just a bit lower and his cock could be freed.

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Margaery smirked and leaned back a bit more. This made the stones squeeze even tighter against her sensitive points. Her eyes flashed to his cock, smiling as she saw it nearly revealed. "Mmm, a good question," she looked to the hourglass, and as it ran longer than the glass Hannibal had, she tugged the handle that stopped it and leaned up to kiss him hard. "I'll deny myself no longer." She'd won.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal saw her look to the hourglasses. He knew that meant he had won by a significant difference or that she had just surpassed him with time enough to cave in. He would discover the answer later. He returned the deep kiss as he pushed his trousers down enough to free his cock. He pulled back from the kiss slowly. "Do you concede?" He asked her. He was now bare and he would release her from the leather soon enough.

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Margaery smirked as she pressed against him. "Darling, check the time. I will not concede, I've won. I lasted longer than you," she laughed softly as she pulled him close and kissed him hard again.