[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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[tyrelltempest]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[tyrelltempest]

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.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal turned to look at the time. He chuckled as he realized that she was telling the truth. He returned the kiss as he slid a hand between her legs and pressed the stones more fully into her to tease and work her up even more. "So it would seem." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery moaned and arched her body as he rubbed her with the leather and stones. She rolled her hips and sighed in delight. "Mmm...oh yes..." she reached up and pulled him down beside her on the couch, more like atop her. "Take me." She commanded, her boost was quaking, now that she didn't have to be strong and could give in.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he easily moved atop her. He pressed into her and made sure to press the stones into her body more to tease and work her up even more. "I will in time." He rumbled lowly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery sighed and moaned, arching her body and rocking her hips into his motions, feeling the rocks rub her sensitive clit and skin. "Mmm, teasing me are we? You have only a couple minutes, keep in mind."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her words. "I've already lost. Why should I satisfy you immediately?" He asked with dark delight in his eyes. He would not make her wait much longer, but he was curious how she would react.

[tyrelltempest]

"Your rule, not mine," she pointed out. Her fingers ran up along his abdomen and clutched his hips. "You were concerned, I recall, with me teasing you further after the time was up. Two minutes, you said."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her. "I did indeed say that. You did keep me waiting for more than two minutes. You had teased intentions of undressing me yourself and had not stated that your wouldn't until at least four minutes had passed." He said.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery pouted her lips and looked sadly to him. "Darling, would I truly do that intentionally?" She rubbed her fingers over his abdomen and held him close.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her. "You conned me expertly which is why you are victorious. I feel like I am entitled to indulge." He rumbled lowly as his teeth found the side of her neck and his free hand moved over her breast.

[tyrelltempest]

"Conned indeed," she maintained her innocence, but the mischief in her eyes was plain enough. "As if I could ever outsmart you, my love."

She tilted her head back as he kissed and nipped her neck. Offering more skin, sighing in delight and softly begging for more.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he continued to tease along the side of her neck. He slowly worked his way up to her ear to nibble on it playfully. His hands became more eager slowly but surely as she enjoyed her victory over him.

[tyrelltempest]

Her body arched into his touch. She loved his hands fondling her breasts, sending tingling heat washing through her. "Yes...Mmmm, yes Hannibal..." she moaned. She looked forward to claiming her reward for winning the bet. But for now,this was sublime.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal enjoyed how she arched beneath him. His hand tugged on the secret seams to pop the leather straps across her chest only open. Her hips were still quite secure and being pressed by the stones. The top half had a separate release point than the bottom.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery gasped as the cold air suddenly hit her chest. But she leaned up and pressed her body against his, pinning his hands between their chests as her hips continually rubbed against his. "Gods...yes, Hannibal-!"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal groaned lowly when she pressed into him as his lips continued to tease along the side of her slender neck. He would not say it, but he could not remove the rest of her gift outfit.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery arched her body, pressing into him, moaning and writhing as her hips rubbed insistently. She wanted the leather gone. She wanted him inside her. "Hannibal..." she begged. "Take me...let me conceive again, my love. Fill me!"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her words. "I love hearing such a strong, dominant woman beg so beautifully." He rumbled lowly into her ear.

His hands shifted to pull the seam and fully release her from the leather straps.

[tyrelltempest]

She barely heard him speak as he released the leather. Margaery cried out as she was suddenly freed, her fluids dripping, almost gushing down her thighs. She seized either side of his jaw and kissed him hard.