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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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Jorah was about to say something when's Danaerys just waltzed into the room past Hannibal. He was stunned by her boldness and stepped in after her, he was not going to leave her alone with them. He just watched in amazement as Shen strode overboard and straddled Margaery. He stiffened in more ways than one as he waited to see if Hannibal would react.

Hannibal had found it odd that they were there. His anger was riled when she walked right past him without invitation. He could tell that Jorah was nervous and that had him on edge since Margaery was indeed with child.

He found himself genuinely surprised by her actions. He knew the moan was because Margaery was still sensitive from what he had just done. He looked to Margaery and gave her his nod of approval to dominate right back and gain control of the situation. He would not have the younger woman besting his wife.

Daenerys let her fingers hook around the edge of Margaery's skirts. Slowly she pulled them up, dragging her fingers along Margaery's exposed thighs when her fingers were able to make that contact. She was soft and warm, Daenerys couldn't help the arousal that stirred between her thighs. While one hand continued to pull up Margaery's skirts, the other reached up and slid beneath the upper fabric of her gown to cup her breasts. Deft fingers teased over her nipples, and Daenerys smirked to herself when she heard another sharp moan from Margaery.

She grew bolder thanks to those moans.

Daenerys leaned down, pulling the fabric aside with her teeth and dragging her tongue along Margaery's soft, creamy white breast. Her skin was sweet, yet salty - and Daenerys couldn't help her own moaning. She reached to untie Margaery's skirts and let the fabric fall abandoned against the bed. To her surprise, Margaery reacted in kind by reaching up and tugging loose the ties of her gown, which slipped from Daenerys' body and pooled on the floor beside the bed.

Daenerys moved again to kiss the other woman deep. Simuultaneously, the hand between her legs moved up and she easily slid two fingers inside Margaery thanks to the fluids that had wet her wanting pussy. Two fingers went in, her thumb stayed out to circle around Margaery's sensitive clit.

Once Margaery saw the nod from Hannibal, a dark fire lit in her eyes. She knew this woman didn't respect her as a ruler - so she would indeed exercise her authority over Daenerys.

But it was indeed hard to focus when the blonde teased and touched her so well...

Margaery sighed in delight as her gown fell away, leaving her bare beneath Daenerys. But of course she couldn't be the only one undressed. She easily reached up and undid the ties and clasps of Daenerys' dress to leave her just as naked as she was. Even after having Daella, Daenerys' breasts were not as full as Margaery's. But that didn't mean her breasts were not just as sensitive. Margaery let her thumb tweak over Daenerys' nipples, pinching the dark pink nubs between her thumb and index finger, smiling when the blonde cried out in pleasure.

While she was distracted, it was only too easy for Margaery to wrap her legs around Daenerys. Just then, the blonde slid her fingers deep inside Margaery, and she arched her back and moaned in arousal. Hannibal felt better; Hannibal's fingers could probe deeper, but Daenerys' fingers were slender and a bit more flexible. Margaery let her pump her fingers in a few times, slow and steady to draw out her pleasure, until she squeezed her thighs around Daenerys and flipped them over so that she was on top. Once she was atop the dragon queen, Margaery seized Daenerys' hands and pinned her to the bed.

She smirked down at the other woman, then brought her lips down to kiss along Daenerys' slender throat. Down to her clavicle, down to the valley between her breasts, across those soft mounds and suckled her hardened nipples, moaning softly to send vibrations through her skin to peak her arousal.

Norah found himself stunned at just how quickly both women bared each other. He shifted where he stood because the sight was so arousig. His slender wife was easily atop Margaery Bolton. On top of that, she was pulling fair moans from her. He did notice Margaery's relatively fair enough form. However, Danaerys was perfection to him.

Hannibal nodded when Margaery had undressed Danaerys so quickly in kind. He was concerned that there was no way to deny the fact that she was indeed with child to them now. Danaerys looked like a child to him, almost as if she were undeveloped. Jorah was older than him by a few years, he leaned over to speak lowly. "How do you manage to keep up with her? I've heard that children are quite the balls of energy when they get wound up." He said.

Jorah looked away for a moment and just glared at Hannibal. "Are you saying I'm too old for her?" He whispered angrily. He did not want the women to hear and stop dominating each other.

It was then that Margaery flipped them over. Hannibal smirked smugly, "Perhals you do have the energy after all if that is a sample." He said.

Daenerys was surprised when Margaery toppled her over. She pushed up but when Margaery kissed and suckled over her breasts, Daenerys couldn't help moaning and arching her body. She writhed beneath Margaery and wrapped her legs around the other woman. She rubbed her wet pussy an against Margaery's, moaning at the feeling of their slick folds rubbing and filling each other's.

She tried to free her hands, but Margaery held them fast. Each woman was so caught up in her pleasure that they didn't hear the men behind them.

Daenerys tried to shift beneath Margaery, but she couldn't free herself - or rather, she so enjoyed the feeling of her nipples being suckled that she didn't want to overturn her.

Margaery took a lesson from Hannibal's book. Moving carefully, she released one of Daenerys' wrists and pinned both of them with one hand to the bed. Then, with her now free hand, she reached down and rubbed her fingers between Daenerys' wet folds.

"So wet..." she whispered. "Have you never been with a woman before?"

"Have you been with many?" Daenerys teased back.

Margaery frowned and drove three fingers deep inside Daenerys, rendering the other woman speechless save for the moans and and gasps of pleasure that emitted from her throat.

Jorah watched as Margaery pinned his wife down quite securely. He knew that those small breasts. He knew that once his wife was worked up enough, she would settle for remaining in place. He hoped she would find a way to regain control soon. He did note the strong position of Margaery. "She seems well practiced. She must be the one in control." He said as a soft jab.

Hannibal watched with pride as Margaerybeasiky moved to the controlling grip he used on her daily. He chuckled as he glanced to Jorah. "Inallow her a turn on top every other day. More often when she was great with child. Everything she is doing, is what I have done for years to her. She is going to make your little girl unravel all over herself and ruin the mattress beneath her." He said with pride.

Jorah turned to glare at Hannibal when he said that. "We have ruined a mattress before."

Hannibal smirked, "We have ruined a dozen and broken a bed. We also haven't gone a single day since our wedding night where we haven't fucked for at lest an hour. Tell me, can your heart keep up with that pace? If not perhaps my eldest son could claim your widow one day." He said as a jab.

Jorah bristled as he turned to stand at his full height to try and intimidate Hannibal. He still had to look up slightly to meet his eyes. "My heart is healthier and stronger than yours."

Hannibal smirked, "Care to prove it?" He asked.

Margaery's fingers felt so good stretching her walls. Daenerys writhed and rolled her hips as she could not move her arms. Her hips arched and fell, arched and fell as Margaery began a steady, but painfully slow rhythm of fingerings Daenerys. The blonde blushed, her skin practically aglow as she looked up at Margaery.

"You...aren't tired so soon are you? So slowly you're moving..." she moaned.

Margaery just smirked down at her, and in an effort to silence her, Margaery kissed Daenerys hard and rocked her own hips hard against hers to send her fingers in harder and deeper, but just the once.

Daenerys gasped at the sudden push, but that was all the momentum she needed. Margaery thought she was in complete control, but Daenerys flipped her over and pinned Margaery's wrists down.

"Turnabout is fair play," she smirked, keeping Margaery's fingers inside her and bouncing her hips slightly to fuck herself on Margaery's fingers.

Margaery had been going deliberately slow to in a way punish Daenerys for her remark. But when the blonde flipped them over, she grunted and tried to resist.

But it was cute. Daenerys felt she was in control. Margaery let her stay on top for a moment.

"I hold this position with my husband often," she smirked before easily breaking free and sitting up suddenly. She kept her fingers inside Daenerys and tugged her hair back to force her head back to expose her throat. "He's stronger than you, my dear."

But Margaery didn't tip them over. She kept Daenerys in her lap and began a furious pace of fucking her with her fingers. She then leaned in and bit down on the blonde's throat, leaving a mark.

Jorah found the offer to be interesting. "What is it you are suggesting exactly?" He asked as he caught movement from the corner of his eyes. He smirked when he saw his wife re-mount Margaery and claim the dominant position.

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.

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