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[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

In Essos, Daenerys had given birth to a healthy and lively baby girl. She had her father's dark eyes but the light hair and full face of her mother. It was shortly after her birth that a letter arrived from across the Shivering Sea - too far for a raven to fly. It came from King's Landing and bared the Bolton seal. The letter invited Daenerys back to Westeros, but not to reclaim the Iron Throne. Apparently, Hannibal Bolton had taken control of King'sLanding, and the Starks had all but been demolished. The Lannisters, in turn, had also been eradicated.

Daenerys was shocked. But more than that, she suspected treason. As did Tyrion Lannister. With her newborn daughter to her breast, Daenerys took council with Jorah, Grey Worm, Missandei and Tyrion.

"Who does this Bolton think he is?" She snapped. "Inviting me back without promising to relinquish the throne to me? It is mine by birthright, I will not allow some savage northman to take what is mine."

Lannister, Baratheon, Bolton - the name didn't matter. A thief was a thief.

"If he took King's Landing and defeated the Lannister army, my queen, then we can conclude that he indeed has a powerful army of his own," Tyrion pointed out.

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A few weeks had gone by, and Margaery's belly had begun to swell only slightly with their fourth child. Of course Olenna could spot this a mile away and was already declaring name options. Aenar was with the pair of them while they took tea in the gardens overlooking the ocean. The boy was now sitting up on his own in his mother's lap, but still feed from her breast. The twins were studying with their tutors.

"So tell me child," Olenna sipped her tea. "What is your husband's intention by inviting the Targaryen girl back here?"

Aenar cooed when Roose came close and he patted his hands over the dragon's nose. Margaery glanced up to her grandmother, who added more to her question.

"Don't tell me he means to surrender his throne to her, now that they have a confirmed common lineage?" Olenna scoffed.

"Certainly not, grandmother," Margaery replied sharply. "Do you honestly think my husband is the type of man to relinquish power? No. But if you're so curious, all him yourself, he should be joining us shortly."

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Hannibal smirked as he looked to Jorah. "The better man can bring his wife to orgasm three times whilst holding her." He said with a smirk. It was a challenge he was expecting to win easily.

Jorah smirked this time and agreed. "Agreed." He said, Danaerys was considerably lighter than Margaery. He would easily win this.

Hannibal chuckled before he saw Margaery sit up and mark Danaerys' neck. He felt his cock harden as he watched her mark her lesser easily. He began to undo the buttons of his doublet to set it aside neatly before removing his shirt to bare his broad chest filled with lean muscle. He slipped out of his boots as well and paused at that. He looked to make eye contact with his wife to let her know more was in store for her with their guests.

Daenerys didn't hear the agreement between the men. She didn't hear the rustle of clothing or the way they moved behind her. All she could focus on was the pain that rushed through her skin at Margaery's bite. Her nails ran over the other woman's back, bringing a sharp hiss from the brunette.

She wasn't about to let Margaery think she could get away with marking her. But she did little to move from her place, simply working her hips and dropping hard on Margaery's fingers.

Margaery spied Hannibal's look and her own eyes flashed. She gave Daenerys' body a squeeze before again moving to pin her down to the bed. Her fingers never left the petite blonde's body. Stroking her core, thumb circling her clit.

But that rough pace steadied to a slow roll. Punishment for marking her out of turn.

"That was naughty, my dear," she scolded.

"Dragons are rough riding," Daenerys countered.

Margaery smirked to Hannibal. "Dear child, you don't yet know what rough is."

Jorah heard the rustle of clothes and began to strip as well. He had plenty of strong muscle in his chest as well. It would appear like he had more muscle than Hannibal. He stripped fully as he looked on at the two women. He was waiting for his opportunity to pick up his wife and begin their contest. His cock was standing fully erect as he watched.

Hannibal finished disrobing and noted with a quick glance that he was larger than Jorah by a few inches in length and even a bit with girth. Now Hannibal knew why he desired a child who had been stretched by a Dothraki. She would feel far more comfortable with his modest size.

Hannibal saw that glance and strode forward. He pressed his cock into Margaery's lower back as he wrapped one large hand around a breast and pulled her back flush with his chest. "Now that you are done teasing yourself." He rumbled with a dark tone in his voice. He would pull Margaery away and back to a location in the center of the room, away from supports of any kind.

Jorah followed behind quickly to pull his wife up and press her against him.

Hannibal kissed Margaery deeply and possessively as he lifted her and slid his cock deep within her to begin fucking her slow and steady.

Jorah growled as he lifted Danaerys and slid into her perfectly tight heat as well.

As Margaery was shifted off of her, Daenerys glanced to Jorah as he approached. She pouted when Margaery was taken from her, but she was wet and ready for Jorah.

Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him hard, pressing her body against his and arching her hips against his to encourage him to fill her up. He pulled her up and she yelped softly when he did fill her.

The way his cock stretched her was a welcome change from Margaery's fingers. So much fuller. Daenerys cried out and wrapped her legs tight around his waist. Wanting him in deeper.

When Hannibal grabbed her and arched his cock against her back, Margaery moaned aloud, a pure carnal sound. She liked teasing Daenerys. She liked bringing her to the brink of pleasure. But the little girl was too slight for her. Her body pressed against his as he stood in the center of the room.

"I need you," she moaned, kissing him hard as he slid deep inside her.

His cock filled her up and she squeezed her muscles tight around his cock. Her walls wet and hot clamped tight around him, pulling him in nice and deep. "Fuck me..." she begged.

Jorah rumbled lowly as he set a smooth, steady pace of fucking his wife. He wanted to send her over quickly to get that first round done. He did not want to take too long and not be able to keep her elevated. He had quite a bit of stamina, but three rounds would not be an easy task. Especially if she was trying to hold back.

Hannibal growled lowly as he nipped along the column of her neck and drove into her at just the right angle to truly hit the spot deep within her that made her toes curl and caused quite thenmessyborgasm from her. Especially when she held back.

Daenerys felt her core squeezing around his cock as he continued to drive into her. She kissed Jorah hard, even nipping his lower lip in her excitement. But then came the curiosity. Then came the desire - she hadn't achieved orgasm with Margaery, but glancing to the side she saw how Hannibal held her aloft and began fucking her standing up. Her violet eyes raked over Margaery's figure as she watched the slender brunette's body react to Hannibal's thrusts.

Taut rear squeezed. Slender back arched. Breasts bounced slightly. Brunette hair waved to and fro.

She wondered how such a position would affect the baby that was clearly being housed in Margaery's belly. But she said nothing, gave no indication that she had noticed, even though it was rather obvious. Not that Margaery was particularly round with child just yet; but there was enough to her belly that showed how pregnant she truly was.

"You took my partner away, Lord Bolton," Daenerys gasped, teasing Hannibal. "I was rather enjoying how your wife moved beneath me."

Margaery's body arched completely against Hannibal's. There was not an inch of space between them. Each time he took a breath, her own body swelled with air to fill the gap and pressed her skin tight against his. She pressed her forehead to his and looked deep into his eyes, moaning with each thrust. Her nails dragged along his back and shoulders.

She heard Daenerys, but her pulse was thundering in her ears. All she knew was how Hannibal's cock filled and fucked her so well.

Margaery kept her legs tight around Hannibal's waist and her arms around his back before leaning back slowly. She tipped her head back, letting her dark hair fall as a curtain behind her as she looked upside down at Daenerys as Jorah fucked her. Margaery smirked and moaned aloud as the movement allowed Hannibal in deeper; all the way back to hit her back wall against her cervix.

"You can't give me what my husband does," Margaery teased. "He fucks me far better than anyone else in the world can."

Even as she said it, Margaery felt her core tightening, and she couldn't stop herself as her core seized, only to have the tension melt into pure pleasure. Heat burst in her very center and rushed through her body. She gripped his arms tight and cried out as her fluids burst from her and coated his cock.

Jorah saw how vigorously Hannibal was fucking Margaery. He had not yet identified that she was with child. He was far more focused upon pleasing his wife than worrying too much about what Hannibal was doing. He was concerned that what he was doing was not sufficient when she began to speak to and taunt he other couple. He adjusted his angle and gave her breasts a firm squeeze.

Hannibal smirked at that reaction as he continued to fuck her. The words were met with an amused smirk. "Perhaps I'll let her fill you once more after I satisfy her. It seems to be quite clear that her fingers are more filling since you can speak so well." He taunted. He then felt her reach her peak and slowed his pace tondraw out her pleasure. He then began tononce again fuck jet quite vigorously to build her up again.

Daenerys scoffed at Hannibal's words and felt her own core beginning to squeeze tighter around Jorah's cock. She kissed him hard again. "Nothing is more filling than my husband's cock."

Daenerys wrapped her legs around Jorah's waist to let him in deeper. "Gods...yes!" she cried out, her entire body quaking and bucking against Jorah.

Both hands came to either side of his jaw as she looked up into his eyes. She wanted him to see the absolute bliss on her face as he sent her over. Daenerys whined and moaned as heat and tension pooled in her core before bursting inside her as her orgasm overwhelmed her. "Yes!! Yes!! Jorah-!!"

In the back of her mind, Daenerys prayed that she would conceive again in the Red Keep - where she should rightfully conceive her children with Jorah.

Margaery smirked as Hannibal helped her taunt the other couple in the room. As Margaery came down from her orgasm, she breathed heavier and clung tighter to Hannibal, trying to keep herself upright. When he continued to suddenly drive himself into her, she couldn't help gasping and crying out, overwhelmed by desire once again.

He always knew how to stir her up with minimal effort. No wonder they had conceived so many children.

"Yes...Hannibal-!" Margaery leaned up and tugged slightly at his hair as she kissed him hard. "Don't stop...I want more."

Jorah was so hard for her that when she went over, he felt his cock spurt his seed deep within her. He panted softly before pausing a moment and beginning to rock into her with vigor once again. He had not heard the taunts from the other couple. He was entirely focused on giving her pleasure.

Hannibal smirked when he heard Jorah loose control of himself. He knew he would win their wager even easier now. He did not let up on Margaery. He wanted to release with her and show off his recovery ability to reach the final climax before winning. He had no concerns of loosing this wager and proving their combined dominance.

Daenerys breathed heavily for a moment before Jorah began his thrusts again. She pressed up against him, her breasts squished against his chest while she looked up into his eyes. She kissed him hard to whisper in his ear.

"Give me a child, fill my womb with a son in the castle that rightfully belongs to us," she moaned.

Her legs squeezed around his waist as her hips rocked in rhythm with his thrusts.

Margaery was still tender and tingly from the attention and thrusts that Hannibal administered. Each thrust brought her closer to climax even so soon after her first. Margaery bit down on his shoulder as the pleasure pooling in her core began to overwhelm her.

A few more thrusts, and she would unravel all over him again.

Jorah groaned as he felt his cock finally regarded for her. Her whispered words did indeed give him the confidence he needed to continue ducking her. "You know I can't deny you anything." He rumbled as he sped up his pace. He would indeed plant a child within her tonight.

Hannibal felt her go over and second time and felt his cock twitch before spurting his large, thick load deep within her. As his subsided, he began to lift her with his arms to rock further down his cock, but at a gentler pace. He was still fully hard and the change of pace would drive Margaery mad.

Jorah knew he was behind on their wager, so his mouth found a sensitive breast and began to suckle eagerly.

Daenerys smiled and kissed him deeply. Having no knowledge of the wager, she was content to be held and to have his heat fill her up and further stoke the flames inside her in turn. Heat pooled in her core from his release and from the arousal get built inside her.

Still her body grew rigid as tension seized her body. She felt another orgasm coming soon enough.

The heat of Hannibal's release triggered her arousal further. As if to keep his seed inside her, her walls gripped tight and squeezed around his cock.

The change of pace did indeed drive her mad and she moaned in a combination of frustration and arousal. She leaned up to kiss him hard and bite his lip. "Harder, please my love..." she growled.

Jorah felt her on the brink and drove her harder to send her over. He wanted to give her pleasure so that he could begin building to another release and plant another child within her here in the red keep.

Hannibal chuckled at her words as he continued to fuck her steadily. He was taking her to the edge and keeping her there. He was going to send her over seconds after Jorah finally satisfied his wife a second time. He wanted to show that he knew how to satisfy his wife fully.

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