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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 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.

Margaery sighed and brought her hands to push through his hair and run down his back. She held him close and arched her hips to let his fingers in deep. She moaned his praises over and over again. "Yes...that's right, just like that."

Hannibal chuckled as he continued his actions and worked on continuing to fully pleasure her with his mouth and fingers. He did angle himself so that she could feel his cock pressing against her thigh so she knew he was ready for her when she demanded him.

Margaery moved her hands to push down on the gown, baring her breasts. Again her body arched, letting his mouth have free reign over her skin and sensitive nipple. Her walls squeezed around his fingers and she leaned down to kiss him deep. "Fill me, give me your cock and enter me," she begged.

Hannibal continued his worship of her breasts before shifting when she made her demand. He moved in seconds to free his cock as he deepened the kiss. He shifted her carefully as he slipped into her very slick passage. This angle would prevent him from going too deep, but it would strike a different area of her core that he knew was sensitive. It would also provide him with the ability to have easy access to her supple breasts.

Margaery gasped as he entered her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he filled her. She cried out as sparks ran up her spine and under her skin. Her walls tightened immediately, squeezing his cock as she cried out. "Yes...Hannibal, my king!" She arched her body and rolled against hsim.

Hannibal smirked as his lips once again found her breasts as he continued to duck her steadily. His cock was already throbbing and twitching within her from his arousal. It would not be long before he filled her with his seed.

Margaery felt her core squeezing and quaking around his cock. She arched her back, offering her breasts to his mouth. Her fingers gripped his shoulders. "Yes-! Oh yes...Hannibal!!" Her core seized, squeezing around his cock and fluttering- ready to burst and fill her with heat.

Hannibal growled her name lowly before slipping into her and remaining there as his seed filled her womb to the brim. Gods he would never get tired of this.

Margaery cried out as his heat triggered her own release. Her body quaked and trembled, bucking against his as she cried out for him. The heat in her core burst and flooded her entire body. She gasped for breath, but moved to kiss him hard.

Hannibal felt how she reacted and eagerly returned that kiss. He remained where he was before pulling back slowly to look deep into her eyes. "Are you quite satisfied my Queen?" He asked.

Margaery smiled and leaned up to kiss him deep. "Mmm, almost. Carry me to bed, my lover. I wish to speak of softer things." She kissed him again, purposely squeezing her muscles and making her walls clamp around his cock.

Hannibal smiled and nodded. He slipped out of her slowly before tucking himself away. He then picked up Margaery easily and used multiple secret passages to get back to their chambers. He laid her upon their bed as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. His hand tenderly caressed her belly. "What is it you wish to speak of?" He asked.

Margaery startled her arms around his neck and kissed him softly as he carried her. "I love you," she whispered.

When they arrived in their chambers, Margaery rested her hand over his on her belly. "Did you truly love me at first sight?" She asked, tilting her head a bit. The twins were still fat asleep in their crib. It was early.

Hannibal smiled as he kissed the end of her nose tenderly. "I lived the amount of spirit and fight you had even though you were in the highest danger you have ever been in. On top of that you fired true barbs to defend yourself. It impressed me that you were so bold. I had already had it in my mind that we would marry. However, seeing you show such strength opened my heart towards loving you." He said truthfully.

Margaery smiled, but did feel guilty. She had appreciated how protective Hannibal was of her, but it had been some time before she'd grown to love him. "The first night we shared a bed to keep warm, do you remember?" She moved to lace her fingers with his.

Hannibal chuckled at the evening she picked. He nodded his head slowly. "I recall that evening quite well." He said as he continued to hold her close.

Margaery smiled at the memory and kissed over his jaw. "Were you disappointed that we did not make love that night? That I made us wait?"

Hannibal smiled as he shook his head. "I just fell more in love with your determination and will. My body was frustrated yes, but Injust fell more in love with you." He answered truthfully. He brushed his thumb over her cheek tenderly. "What has brought on this curiosity my love?" He asked.

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