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[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Their crowns had been molded with the sigil of their houses; the flayed man was simplified and wreathed in roses of gold. Hannibal's crown ran around his forehead and the perimeter of his head. Margaery's crown sat atop her head and voluminous waves of dark hair.

Margaery lounged upon the throne, legs draped in an alluring fashion. She wore a sheer emerald gown that could be seen through and had a long slit that ran up the front. Aside from that, all she wore was her crown.

She heard him approach and smiled when he came forward. Margaery extended her leg and offered her bare foot to him. "Rise and approach your queen to pay your honor properly."

Hannibal's eyes were filled with dark list and open desire. She was indeed quite enticing. He waited and smirked at her response. He slowly stood to fully approach her. He reached down to take her extended foot. He started with her big toe and slowly began to kiss down her leg. He kissed down the inside of her leg and bent to return to his knees before her as he reached the inside of her knee. He continued to kiss as far as he could without having to touch or shift her. His hands remained by his sides so that he would not ruin her game by being presumptuous.

Margaery let him kiss up her leg and smiled as he knelt before her again. She reached out as he got to her inner knee and poked his forehead gently. "Far enough."

Her fingers brushed over his cheek. "Are you prepared to pay respect to your wife and queen?" She smiled. "I will indeed require much of you."

Hannibal's eyes danced with delight at her words. He did stop as she promoted and he gazed upon her with open list and desire. "Indeed I am. What is it my wife and queen would demand of me? I look forward to proving myself with your tasks and fulfilling your desires." He said with a slight rumble in his voice.

Margaery smiled as she ran her fingers over his lips, tracing them with her fingertips. "Mmm, such sweet words from your skilled mouth. Tell me, my love, use your skill with words, how would you take me here, upon this throne? Perhaps if I enjoy it, I will allow you inside me."

Hannibal's eyes danced with delight. "I would begin by massaging your feet and calves. I would then focus on growing your desire and arousal. It would be highly improper of me to not ensure you are slowly prepared so that you can fully enjoy your pleasure. Then I would use my mouth alone to give you an appetizer of pleasure. Then I would use my fingers to slow slip in and out of your womanhood to slowly begin to stretch you out for my cock, if that would please you. I can always continue with simply my fingers if my performance does not meet your standards." He began before his voice added gravel to it. "My mouth would then focus upon your perfect breasts as my fingers slowly brought you to pleasure again. If it would please you, I would then free my cock to bring you the pleasure of being filled deeply with my cock.

Margaery smiled and sighed in delight at his words. She beckoned him in closer with a single finger, drawing him in. "Mmmm...you do indeed promise me a great deal," she purred.

She took his hands in hers to draw him in closer. Margaery leaned up and brought her lips just barely over his. Her hands led his hands to her breasts and arched her back to push her breasts more insistently into his palms. "Your fingers are hardly as satisfactory as your cock, my darling."

Margaery led his hands further south and rested them over her belly. "But with your cock, you had best be careful of the new gift that rests in my belly."

Hannibal moved forward quickly and his hands gave her breasts a firm squeeze before they were shifted lower. A smile of pure joy crossed his face at the news as he bowed his head. "I am pleased beyond words of this new gift we have. I do promise to be very careful as I pleasure satisfy you, my insatiable wife and Queen." He said before kissing her deeply. He was quite excited that she was with child again.

Margaery smiled and wrapped her arms around him to bring him in closer. She kissed him back and arched her body against his. "I'm glad, my lover. Are you very certain you can control yourself to not go too hard? I want our new prince or princess to be safe."

Her fingers ran over his lips again. "Lead up to it, as you said. Worship me with your mouth, and I will tell you when and if you can continue."

Hannibal smirked as he pulled back slightly. "I can indeed show restraint." He smirked as he lowered himself slowly to his knees as his hands slowly guided her legs to part and rest over his shoulders. "I do hope your desire is patient enough for me to give you at least to climaxes before I have earned the privilege of satisfying you with my cock." He said with a teasing light in his eyes. His lips moved up the inside of her thighs before he found her bared folds and licked over them slowly.

Margaery smiled and bit her lower lip as he moved her legs. "Queens are not required to be patient," she replied with a coy smile.

She leaned back against the throne and parted her legs to let him between her thighs. Her fingers pushed through his hair and tugged gently. Not hard enough to inhibit him, just enough to put pressure on his scalp. She sighed in delight as he kissed over her thighs. Once his lips found her folds, Margaery moaned and arched her hips to his mouth.

Hannibal chuckled and his eyes very much seemed to be highly amused with that declaration. His tongue continued to work over her folds as he worked on building her pleasure slowly and steadily. He was going to take his time with giving her pleasure. He was not going to rush a single thing.

It took him nearly five minutes to move from lavishing her folds to her clit. She was quite the wet mess now.

Margaery's body writhed against the throne as he suckled and licked her folds. She sank deeper into the throne, her back nearly laying on the seat itself. He was going slow, but she loved it.

"Mmm...gods...Hannibal," she moaned. "Tell me...how much do you love me? Did you love me from the moment we met?"

Her words were whispered in lust, and as he moved from her folds to her clit, Margaery cried out in absolute delight.

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