Margaery Tyrell (
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randomosity2016-09-19 05:59 am
[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."
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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She smiled after a moment and glanced to Hannibal. "Your plan seems to have worked perfectly, my darling." she praised him, leaning up and puckering her lips a bit to beckon him down to allow her to kiss him.
"So then, how do we continue with your plan?" she rested a hand over her belly.
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"So then, do you truly think our plan with the White Walkers will work?" She tilted her head.
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"I think your plan of a trap will work quite nicely my love." He praised her as he kissed her temple and his hands moved over her growing belly tenderly.
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Margaery grinned in pride when Hannibal praised her plan. She kissed him softly and nuzzled his nose. "Where would you be without my brilliance?" She chuckled.
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He chuckled as she carded through his hair after removing his crown. "I would probably still be at the twins slaughtering that vile family slowly." He rumbled lowly.
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"Thank the Gods you have me, then," she thought on where she would be without him in turn. Married to Tommen, more than likely. "Tell me...if you had invaded King's Landing and I were married to Tommen at the time, what would you have done?"
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His cock was beginning to stir to life. If she wiggles much more, he would continue to grow rapidly.
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"And if he surrendered?" She asked, shifting so that she straddled him. Margaery lifted her skirts to let his cock tease along her wet slit.
She liked how descriptive he was. She liked how he talked of conquering enemies. It showed in how dripping wet she was. "If he surrendered would you show him his unharmed bride? Would you have fucked me in front of him?"
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"Yes..." she moaned and arched her hips down, letting him in that much deeper. "Claiming your enemy's queen for yourself. You're quite the conqueror, my love."
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His eyes darkened as he continued to rock his hips as his lips found the side of her neck to nip and nibble there. "Let us continue to toy with our new enemies. Let them hear you scream your pleasure." He rumbled lowly.
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But all the same she leaned back, holding onto his doublet as she rode him to keep herself from falling off of him onto the floor. She leaned back, letting him hit deep inside her, at her back wall. Margaery did indeed cry out then, moaning and screaming her pleasure. "Yes!! Oh, Hannibal...fill me!" She begged.
She leaned in and kissed him deep.
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She rolled her hips, arching down, taking him as deep as her body and the new baby would allow. Her core squeezed tight around him and her body was trembling atop him.
"Yes, yes don't stop!" She begged. "Gods, you feel so good!!" She pressed her forehead to his, looking fiercely into his eyes as her body began to go over.
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All the same, she writhed against the bed and cried out as his fingers curled in such carefully-timed unison. Each one sent sparks rising up through her core.
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