[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 smiled as he kissed her forehead tenderly. She had seen a rare thing indeed, him miscalculating and admitting it. He would not faulter again.

"Yes, the first discussion should be if your gown I know you ordered will be ready by then." He said. He knew she had wanted that to be a secret from him, but he had heard the whispers. "As for celebrating...you did win our wager fairly." He said as his hands moved to tenderly run over her belly. "I suspect you should speak with the Maester. You have not had your bleeding for some time." He whispered into her ear. He did indeed pay attention to those things.

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Margaery playfully smacked his hand and put distance between them. "Why don't you let me worry about my bleeding, hm?" She teased. "So nosy, your curiosity may get you into trouble."

She thought for a moment and formed a plan. "I did indeed win our wager. Fear not love, I will come to collect when it pleases me. I am indeed queen, aren't I?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he closed the gap between them and pressed his hips into hers firmly. "Curiosity has already gotten me into trouble." He teased as he leaned down to whisper into her ear. "You have been my queen for years. It will be official in two days." He said.

Rhys laughed, "Papa play Mama, sissy nap." He said as he reached for Reina's hand and walked towards their old crib that was in the corner of the room. Reina giggled. "Shhhh, Mama play time."

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Margaery smirked, nipping at his jaw. "Then you will have no issue taking orders from your queen, will you?"

She glanced up when she heard Rhys speak. Margaery stared after them. They were walking so well now, it was difficult for her to not drop everything and praise them. Rhys and Reina crawled into their crib and Margaery glared at Hannibal playfully.

"You taught our son to be your wingman?" She accused.

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Hannibal smirked to her at her words and her mild accusation. "I did not, he is a clever boy and had learned it on his own." He insisted as he moved to kiss along the column of her neck.

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Margaery shifted back again, even as she moaned when he kissed her neck. She smirked to him and moved towards their bed. "You think me a fool? I know our son is clever. I know you must have taught him." She sat upon the bed. "You're too clever for your own good, Hannibal Bolton."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he followed her to their bed. He quickly loomed over her as he kissed along the side of her neck and nipped lightly at the skin there. "You are just as clever and very bold my love. You are equally guilty in teaching them as I am." He rumbled lowly as his hands found her breasts to massage them.

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Margaery smiled up to him and gave a playful little squirm. Her arms wrapped around him and drew him closer. "Mmm, just as clever, yes. But I'm hardly one to turn our children against their father for my own means," she pointed out.

She leaned up and slipped her fingers under his doublet and felt over his chest. "Mmm...I look forward to our coronation, my love."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked when she teased her fingers over his chest. "I can see that." He slowly lifted up her skirts to fully expose her as his lips teased along her jaw. His hands wrapped around her hips before he suddenly lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her deeply and passionately.

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Margaery chuckled softly as he lifted her skirts and exposed her wet and wanting folds. Then as he suddenly lifted her, Margaery cried out and laughed triumphantly. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck. Margaery kissed him deep, tilting her head and nipping at his lower lip.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal reached down with one hand to free his hard cock. He rubbed it over her folds to fully harden before slipping into her. He set a hard, fast pace of fucking her deep. He grunted and growled as he continued the passionate kiss.

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Margaery squeezed her walls tight around him as he slid inside her. She moaned at the heat and hardness of his cock and pressed her breasts tight against his body. Her tongue slipped from her own mouth and into his in order to tangle with his own tongue and taste the sweet heat.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled into the kiss as he returned it with great passion. He increased his pace as one hand opened her gown just enough so that her breasts would be rubbing up against his still covered chest. A powerful sensation since he was wearing smooth leather with a touch of silk. His hands then remained on her hips to keep her stable.

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Margaery gasped as her breasts were suddenly freed. The sensation of his vest and doublet rubbing over her skin made her cry out in delight. Her fingers pushed through his hair and tugged slightly. Her legs tightened around his waist, while her walls tightened around his cock.

"Don't stop!" She begged. "So close..." Her fluids were dripping along his shaft as he fucked her. So deep, hitting all of her most sensitive areas.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he continued to absolutely fuck her hard and deep. He growled her name lowly as he thrust hard into her and released his seed deep within her. Gods he was thankful she was so tight.

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Margaery bounced her hips as much as she could in rhythm with his thrusts. When his heat erupted inside her, she cried out as it shot through her entire body. Margaery cried out his name as she spasmed against him, her nails dragging against his clothes. He was insatiable, and she loved it. Margaery kissed him hard and again sought the taste of his tongue with her own.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled as he felt her tighten around him. He stepped forward and laid her on her back. He shifted her legs so that the back of her ankles were pressed against his shoulders as his arms pinned her legs there and reached to work over her exposed breasts. He continued to fuck her hard and deep.

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Margaery hadn't come down from her orgasm yet. So when he laid her down, she was still quaking and adjusting to the tingling heat that rushed through her. When he pinned her legs and began to mercilessly fuck her, Margaery's back arched and her entire body seized. Her walls were like a hot, wet vice around his cock. She wanted to soak, but her mind was too hazy to form any words.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal loved how tight she was. He continued to duck her relentlessly. The moments when she could not speak were a true thrill for him. He loved her and truly enjoyed bringing her this much bliss when he fucked her.

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There were no words, no thoughts. All she had was the pleasure that pooled and stirred in her core as he slammed into her tight heat. She couldn't even whisper his name. Margaery's back arched and she felt her eyes roll back as he filled her. She had just gone over the edge; but he was on the verge of sending her over again.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled lowly as he felt her on the brink with him again. He slammed into her a few more times before he filled her to the brim once more and he filled her with his seed. He stilled as he stayed deep within her to just enjoy how she would continue to squeeze his length as she reached her peak as well.

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Margaery fell back and her jaw fell open. Her body convulsed beneath Hannibal's as his release filled her and spilled out onto the bed. Margaery gasped, her breathing ragged as she trembled and quaked beneath him. The heat of her own orgasm made her core squeeze again, and her entire body bucked against him for a good few minutes.

Finally Margaery breathed, and kissed him deep, moaning his name over and over.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal stayed where he was before slowly moving back to allow her legs to fall on either side of him. He shifted so that he was lying atop her as he kissed over the side of her neck and her jaw. "I love you Margaery." He whispered softly into her ear.

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Margaery kissed him deep as her legs fell limp to the bed. She chuckled and whispered back. "I love you, my Hannibal."


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The coronation went splendidly. Margaery wore an emerald gown that showed the small of her back. Margaery and Hannibal were crowned King and Queen of the realm. When the septon declared Hannibal Bolton, First of his name, king of the Andals and the First Men, Margaery was overwhelmed with joy and the crowds screamed his praises.

They celebrated the evening by playing with the children, and then playing their own games well into the night.

Come morning, Hannibal would wake to find Margaery gone, with a note in her place that read:

Settle your debt to your Queen in the throne room.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal had been proud when she had been crowned along with their children being announced as the prince and princess of the realm. They had both enjoyed the festivities to celebrate along with all of the playing that evening. Hannibal had not been the first to wake and he got up slowly. He noticed Margaery was missing and smirked at her note. He put on his riding leathers he knew she enjoyed seeing him wear along with his crown. He sent his most trusted servants ahead to ensure that the throne room was absolutely secure and that there were no little birds to be found.

He slipped in a side door and slowly approached the throne from the shadows. He waited until he was even with the bottom of the steps before stepping out where she could see him. "You summoned me your highness?" He said with a bow as he slowly approached the throne and moved to one knee.