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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 chuckled at that. "You keep secrets with our daughter, why should I not be afforded the same luxury with our son?" He teased.

Aenar burped softly before crying out after that.

Hannibal chuckled, "Sons." He corrected himself. Aenar then giggled in Margaery's arms.

Margaery gave him a teasing look before kissing the top of her daughter's head. "Fine, have your false secrets. Our daughter and I know the truth. Tyrell women have a tendency to be crafty."

Aenar squirmed and burrowed into his blankets. Margaery kissed the top of his head.

Hannibal smiled at that and kissed her temple tenderly. He continued to smile as he held his growing family. He was very grateful to have such a large family at such a young age. The gods truly were blessing them.

Margaery smiled and held the baby up for Hannibal. Rhys was edging towards his mother, and wanted to be held.

"Have you some manner of wisdom for our newborn son?" She chuckled as she handed the baby to Hannibal. Rhys and Reina cuddled in close and closed their eyes, happy for their mother's warmth and scent.

Hannibal did take their youngest and held him close. "My wisdom is for him to always keep his mother happy by always obeying her." He said.

Margaery looked skeptical. She smiled, but rolled her eyes and cradled the children close. "Such stories your father tells," she leaned over to kiss Aenar's head. "My advice to you, my little one, is for you to know that your family loves you. And we will always protect you."

Hannibal smiled as he nodded in agreement. "You will indeed always be loved and protected." He said.

Margaery smiled as she leaned into Hannibal. The twins were asleep, and soon the baby began to size off as well. She kissed Hannibal's jaw and nuzzled info him.

"Well, we have two sons, shall we plan for a second daughter?" Margaery laughed, obviously teasing.

Hannibal smirked as he leaned in to kiss over the side of her neck teasingly. His lips moved up to nibble on her ear. "I would begin attempts immediately if you said you were ready." He answered lowly.

Margaery chuckled and kissed along his jaw, sighing as he kissed her neck. "Mmm, not immediately darling. You know better. My body must recover from carrying and giving birth to your child before you may enjoy me again."

Hannibal smirked as he kissed and slowly nipped over her neck and ear. "I can find ways to enjoy your body while you recover." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery bit her lower lip and moaned softly. "Mmm not with our twins in my arms, my love." She chuckled. "You'll have to think of something creative indeed."

Hannibal smirked and his eyes danced at her words that sounded like a challenge. He switched to speaking in Valeryn as his lips continued their targeted teasing along her neck. "I would sit you on my lap so that you can feel my cock through your skirts. I would describe for you how I would move my cock within you as my hands gave your breasts a through massage. We might need buckets to collect any excess milk I may squeeze from them to save for our son. I know how much more you produce when I tease your sensitive breasts in such a way. I would nibble and kiss along your ear and neck as you moaned your pleasure softly so as to not wake the children." He said as a clear vision of what he fully intended to do with her.

Margaery's eyes lit at his words. She smiled and responded similarly in Valerian. "Hardly appropriate to be fucking your wife when your children sleep in her arms, now is it? I doubt Rhys would appreciate you playing his mother while his sister and younger brother are in our arms." She kissed along his neck and nipped at his ear. "But all the same, I'd like hearing what you have planned for me..." that much was obvious by the wet marks of her milk leaking from her breasts and onto her dress.

Hannibal smirked as he shifted behind her. He maneuvered Aenar to be in her arms just above his older siblings. His arms slipped around her waist to keep their twins secure. He ground his hips into the small of her back. "I think they will be more upset if you shower them with milk." He continued in Valeryn.

He had her in a bind and he knew it. If she moved the wrong way, the twins would wake, as would the baby. They had to be careful, but it was clear that, once again, Hannibal was going to get his way.

Margaery glared over her shoulder as he put the baby in her arms. "Insatiable. I've barely given birth to your third child an hour ago and already you want to take me again. You realize that it will be some time before my tightness returns."

Hannibal smirked at the glare and continued to nibble on her ear. "You must be the first woman in history to complain about having a husband who can't get stop himself from giving her pleasure everyday." He rumbled lowly as he continued to nibble on her ear and neck.

Margaery couldn't help her moan, even when get body told her how wrong this was and how risky it was.

"Only when it threatens my health," she replied, but the moan overtook most of her words. "Gods..."

Her body pressed back into him as he arched against her and nibbled her sensitive neck.

Hannibal heard and felt her body hearing up. He did not stop his actions as his mouth found her ear once again. "I doubt that pure pleasure is hazardous to your health my love. Although, once you are tight once again you might be in danger as I fill you win my cock and I slide so deep within you that your eyes cannot remain open." He rumbled lowly as he continued to rub his hard length against the small of her back.

"Pure pleasure, certainly. Yet the pain and risk to my womanhood has not yet passed. Blame your new son for that," Margaery smirked even as she rubbed her body against his. Sighing at the feeling of his hard length at her back.

"Are you so eager for release that you are willing to risk my life on it?" She teased.

Hannibal chuckled at her comment. He dropped his voice to a low, rumbling whisper. "I can paint your body with my seed and still be satisfied. Or perhaps after pleasuring you with my mouth and hands so thoroughly, you will have worked up quite a thirst." His mouth closed around he side of her neck as he lady a dark mark there eagerly.

Margaery smirked and tilted a brow to him. "You think you can please me that way without walking our sleeping children?" She tilted her head back and kissed along his jaw. "I'd love to see you try."

Hannibal chuckled lowly as he kicked around the shell of her ear slowly and moved in to nibble over the soft skin. One hand expertly slid to massage a new spot he had recently discovered on the inside of her thigh. It always seemed to bring her closer to an orgasm fast. "I look forward to the day when I can slip into your tight, wet heat and feel your tight pussy squeeze my huge cock as I go in and out, in and out, in and out until you demand I fill you harder and faster and deeper." He said as his tongue slipped in and out of her ear to help her visualize it more.

Margaery sighed in delight, moving her legs just slightly to let his hand slide more comfortably between her thighs. She breathed heavily as he rubbed and licked her. "Mmm...yes, oh Gods won't be long now."

She visualized him filling her over and over. "At this rate or bed will be full of children." She chuckled. "Gods, how badly I want you my love. Filling me, driving your cock in and out of me. Making me writhe beneath you and moaning your name over and over again."

Hannibal growled lowly as he continued to grind into her. He listened to her speak before he found the spot on her neck that drove her mad with lust and usually sent her over into pleasure. He bit down on that spot in hopes of sending her over.

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