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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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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.

Hannibal hummed and rumbled lowly as he continued husbands, but steady pleasure. He enjoyed hearing those moans and feeling how arkused she was by what he was doing. He did not stop to answer her fully. However his eyes locked onto hers. They sent a resounding yes to her. He said the word around her clit, but it was slightly muffled.

Margaery gasped and gripped his hair tighter as he hummed. The vibrations he caused seemed to roll through her entire body and made her core tighten. She smiled and laughed softly at his answer. Beyond the lust he stoked within her, she was happy. Truly happy. He loved her, and she loved him. Her hips rolled, pressing her clit and dripping entrance more insistently against his face. "Don't stop...keep going-!"

Hannibal smirked at her response as he noted how it pleased her. He continued what he was doing with her clit for five more minutes before sliding down to slip his tongue within her and begin his eating technique that always drive her mad with pleasure and lust. He would not stop until she climaxed or demanded something different from him.

Margaery whined and moaned as he teased her clit. Her entire body was tight and rigid, ready to burst at any moment. Then as he moved and buried his tongue inside her, Margaery rolled her hips again, desperate to have him fill her in any way possible. "Hannibal-! Oh gods...so close, right there...your fingers, please..."

Hannibal growled lowly to add vibrations as two fingers slid over her slick skin and moved to rub slow, but firm circles around her clit. He was curious exactly how close she was to her release.

Margaery bit her lower lip and rolled her hips in time with his circling fingers. She trembled and felt her walls fluttering. "Inside...inside..." she meant it as a command, but it ended up sounding more like begging. The heat in her core was pooling and rising, higher and higher. Her toes curled as she sat on the brink, ready to go over.

Hannibal smirked as he slurped more eagerly at her folds to finally send her over into bliss. His fingers gave her clit a slight pinch to add pressure and send her over. He wanted to taste her release and his fingers would just get in the way. He would curl his tongue more to hit the g-spot within her walls to add to pleasure.

Margaery gasped at the pressure he put on her clit. That pressure was enough to send her over. She cried out and bucked against his mouth. His tongue was so flexible and strong. Heat erupted over her core and shot up through her body. She quaked as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her thighs squeezed slightly around his head as she moaned his name over and over.

Hannibal smirked as he felt her go over. He drank down her sweet nectar before proceeding to lick her clean from her sweet orgasm. It was truly sweet and he did enjoy tasting her regularly.

His dark eyes met hers after he finished kicking her clean. He pulled his mouth back slightly. "Was that satisfactory my Queen?"

Margaery breathed heavily as she looked down at him. She nodded and bit her lower lip. "You do indeed...have a skilled mouth my darling. Come up here to me."

She beckoned him up with a single finger and arched her hips against his fingers, wanting them inside.

Hannibal slid forward and he did indeed slip two fingers within her to give her a moment of satisfaction. "I have something that will satisfy you far more than just my fingers my love." He rumbled lowly as he slowly pumped them within her to tease and stretch her out.

Margaery moaned as his fingers filled her up. Her hips arched down to let him in deeper. "Mmm, in time perhaps," she moaned, but the tone in her voice should have told him that it would not be long before she demanded his cock.

Hannibal knew that tone well. He smirked as he curled his fingers to add pressure to that sensitive spot near her entrance as his dark eyes looked upon her covered breasts. "As you wish my Queen. Have I earned permission to worship your breasts?" He asked lowly.

Margaery gasped and her back arched as he curled his fingers. He knew exactly where to touch and where to tease her to build her arousal. She took his jaw in her palm and gently pulled him up to lean over her as he touched her. "Yes - with your mouth."

Hannibal smirked as he moved forward. His mouth found her nipple through the sheer fabric. He suckled on the nub until it hardened nicely and he was able to suckle on it with ease. His fingers never stopped their movements. He would bring her to climax again unless she demanded his cock.

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