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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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Margaery cried out as her body moved in tandem with his. She felt his heat spill into her body. Her core fluttered until her walls squeezed and suddenly tensed in a rush of fluid heat. She cried out for him, louder and higher pitched as her organ rushed through her. "Gods, yes!! Oh, Hannibal..." she moaned and her body practically melted against his.

Hannibal growled lowly as she made a mess of him once again with a powerful climax. He quickly lifted her and set her on her back upon their bed. He flipped her skirts up as his mouth nipped and teased at her inner thighs. Four of his fingers eased into her and began to shift and curl within her. He would back down to three if he needed to.

Margaery gasped as he so suddenly lifted her up. When he set her down on the bed, Margaery let her legs drape down his back, her knees at his shoulders. Her fingers pushed through his hair as she tugged Hedlund l gently at it. When he pushed for fingers inside her, Margaery gasped and her walls clamped down around his fingers immediately. Her hips began to circle almost immediately.

Hannibal smirked as he continued to nip at her inner thighs playfully. His mouth worked with kisses and nips to keep her on edge as his four fingers did indeed continue to work in and out of her body. He was going to stretch her a little bit and see how she handled it.

Margaery whimpered softly as he stretched her out with his fingers. She wasn't expecting it, and to a degree it hurt. But at the same time, it felt good. Feeling her walls stretch and squeeze. Her hips rolled into his touch, wanting more, craving more.

Hannibal smirked when he felt how she was stretching and squeezing around his fingers. He continued to curl them one by one to stimulate her strong points of pleasure just past her entrance. "I think I could fit my whole hand within you soon enough." He teased her.

Margaery's eyes narrowed playfully and she squeezed her thighs around his head. "Don't even think about it." She warned playfully.

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.

Hannibal chuckled as he gave a slightly harder nip to cause her legs to fly open. "You won't know if I don't tell you?" He asked teasingly. He doubled his efforts by slipping his other hand up to rub over her clit and add to her pleasure.

Margaery's back arched, lifting her off of the bed as she gasped and cried out for him. Her hips rolled at the efforts of his hand at her clit. Wanting more of those sparks that shot through her core and up her spine. "That would be...lying to your wife, wouldn't it?" She teased back through her moans.

Hannibal chuckled and smirked at that. "Only if I get caught." He rumbled playfully. He slowed the speed of hisnfingers before suddenly going considerably father. He wanted to send her over hard into pleasure.

Her legs squeezed tight again and she laughed softly. "Lying is lying, my lover." She smirked down at him. When his fingers sped up, she cried out loudly again, body arching and aching as her orgasm built.

"Yes.. oh yes-!" She whined, one hand pushing through his hair and tugging slightly. "Your mouth...please...use that mouth, tell me again how you would conquer me had I wed Tommen Baratheon."

Hannibal smirked at her words as he looked up at her. "I can't use my mouth on you and tell you at the same time." He said teasingly as his thumb teased around her stretched entrance. He would not push it in or even threaten it. He just wanted to stimulate her folds as he rotates his wrist to really stir up her pleasure.

His eyes darkened as he kissed and nipped over her inner thighs playfully once again before speaking. "I would fuck you standing while he watched. I would be sure he could see how my cock fills your perfectly tight core absolutely. That way the last thing he would ever see until his dying day would be my cock claiming his wife...who loved every second of it." He said.

Margaery smirked and laughed at his teasing. She started to reply, started to counter his argument, but then he started the movements of his wrist, and she cried out loudly again.

"Yes...oh you'd show him how a real man brings a woman pleasure," she moaned, arching her hips up and squeezing her thighs more insistently about his face.

The movement of his thumb made her yelp and moaned, writhing in delight and arching her body again. "So close...don't stop...!" She cried out as her core began to quake.

Hannibal smirked as he continued to fuck her vigorously with his hands. He looked forward to watching her go over.

Margaery felt her body trembling and quaking. She arched her hips down and began to rock in rhythm with his fingers. "Yes-! Yes! Oh, fuck me my love!!" She screamed.

Hannibal growled lowly as he bit down on the inside of her thigh hard enough to leave a large, dark mark. He sped up his pace even more in an attempt to really send her over into pure bliss.

Margaery screamed aloud as she felt her body queeze and all the tension pooled in her core. She cried out his name as all that tension suddenly burst in a rush of fluid heat. Her body bucked and quaked as her fluids burst from her core.

Hannibal growled lowly as he felt her climax. He licked up the excess from her inner thighs as he slid his fingers out of her slowly. He leaned forward to kiss her deeply. He heard the knock and looked over his shoulder before looking at her. "Shall I answer or do you desire to?" He asked her.

Margaery breathed heavily fur several minutes. When the knock interrupted them, she gave a low growl. "Must we answer? I had plans of my own for you, after all..." she sat up a bit and kissed along his jaw. "Yes, if you would be so kind as to answer the door, my love."

Hannibal chuckled at her answer. He flipped her skirts back down, but left her a perfect mess on the end of the bed. He tucked himself away, but did. Othing to hide the evidence of her juices around his lips and glistening off of his hand.

He opened the door and gave them both a nod. "Were the two of you lost after an evening walk? Our servants should have assisted you in returning to your chambers." He offered as an out.

[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

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