As soon as Qyburn had arrived, Gregor
watched the slight, older man with a wary eye has he tended to Ramsay
Bolton's multiple injuries, administering more medication and
sedatives to relieve the pain. The Mountain was surprised and amused
the Bastard's pet, Arya, had been allowed to stay through the
examination too. Ramsay's hand had been wrapped around the girl's
small wrist like a steel jawed vise, refusing to be pried open from
its prey, even as he fell into a deep sleep. Luckily, Damon had
brought the naked pet a silk pink robe before the so called "doctor"
could rake his own predatory gaze over her. Nothing about Qyburn made
Gregor feel comfortable to be around the man's presence. He wasn't
sure what the feeling was, but something always made the hair on his
arm stand on end from Qyburn's creepy stained aura.
you feeling cold?" Qyburn questioned with a mocking tone, poking
and prodding at the Mountain's ribs. "Hmm... Nothing broken.
Just deep bruising. I'll give you something for the swelling. As for
the laceration on your arm, that's going to need stitching up. I'm
sure you don't mind another scar."
get it done," Gregor growled impatiently, his anxiety growing
the longer Qyburn's hands were touching him. "I've got somewhere
to be." Clegane's mouth had gone dry, while his breathing
quickened and his heart raced, and he was suddenly feeling
"You're quite tense. Would you like to be
sedated while I finish the exam and patch you up?" Qyburn smiled
with a flash of polished teeth, yet the grandfatherly wrinkles around
his eyes did nothing to soften that cold assessing gaze.
no." The Mountain clenched his jaw, fighting back the
unexplainable fear making him want to bolt out of the room. "Slap
a band-aid on it before I snap your pencil neck. I'll have my own
woman sew it up later." Gregor glared, snatching a bottle of
pain pills from the man's medical kit. "These will be more than
enough. I don't need any of your new age science bullshit."
you wish. My services are always here if you change your mind."
Qyburn chuckled softly, packing up and checking on Ramsay one more
time before leaving, handing a bill to Damon as the Bastard Boy
"If that creep comes back, don't leave Ramsay
alone with him. Ever…" Gregor warned while putting on a clean
shirt, not explaining further as Damon raised a questioning
"Okay, sure thing." The Bastard Boy shrugged,
trusting Gregor at his word. "Skinner is going to give you a
lift home. He's waiting in the garage. I didn't think you'd be
wanting to spend the night." Damon smirked, having overheard the
impromptu phone sex along with Ramsay and Arya's vocal
"Don't be thinking about my woman that way
unless you want to choke on your own balls." The Mountain walked
past with a slight limp, giving Damon a threatening scowl before
leaving and meeting up with Skinner. He bummed a cigarette off the
Irish prick as they drove away, needing the nicotine to calm his
rattled nerves. Afterwards, Clegane let the road lull him to sleep to
avoid any more idle chit chat with the Bastard Boy.
awoke some time later to Skinner's whistling as the man parked the
car and stared out the window. "Well, bloody fuck... Someone
made an improper house call and broke your damn door, man. Busted the
frame and everything. You ought to tell your lass duck tape is hardly
a fix for such things."
"Did she call you about
this?!" Gregor stormed out of the car before waiting for a
reply, marching up the front steps, knocking the broken door over.
"MELLY! WHERE ARE YOU, WOMAN?" the Mountain rumbled with
emotion, ascending the staircase and noticing one of the dogs was
missing as they eagerly barked and jumped around him.
heard the Mountain's deep voice bellowing through the house, she
sprang to her feet and ran to the head of the stairs. She hesitated
there, still frightened after the unexpected visit from her brother
in law, the Hound. He'd shattered the door to the master suite, as
well as the front door, and although she knew a locked door wouldn't
keep Sandor Clegane out, she felt the need to take some kind of
precautions. After taking a spare handgun from Gregor's gun safe,
Melly had moved all of her necessities, iPhone, laptop and books, and
locked herself in one of the spare bedrooms. With her toiletries in
the attached bath, she emerged only to feed the dogs and prepare
small meals for herself, which she brought back to eat in her locked
The sounds of excited dogs greeting their master reached
her and she called out, "Gregor!" as she flew down to the
landing, only to be met by her man and scooped up into his strong
embrace. "Oh, by the Gods, you're really here!" she choked,
wrapping herself around his huge frame and covering his face with
Gregor buried his face in her hair, breathing
her in. "Are you all right, girl?" he growled, running his
hands over her body as he held her close. "What the fuck
Melly pulled back, breathlessly, cupping
his face between her hands and looking into his dark eyes. "Your
brother was here," she answered. "The dogs went after
him... he did a lot of damage, though. He killed Archer..." She
paused, picturing the dead dog and trying to be strong, as Gregor's
face registered concern, love and fury, all at once. "I'm all
right, I promise."
"I'll fucking rip him inside out
and gift you his spine!" the Mountain replied with a snap of the
teeth, squeezing Melly tighter against him, overwhelmed with emotions
at the thought of losing her. Gregor knew Sandor could have ended
everything so easily, settled the score with his big brother and
destroyed him completely by hurting the one thing he ever cared to
love. "I should have been here... I'm sorry I took so long."
The Mountain held Melly's beautiful face with large rough hands and
took the girl's mouth with a deep kiss, craving the taste of her like
an addict as he parted the seam of her soft lips with his tongue. Not
bothering to move onward to the bedroom, Gregor leaned Melly against
the staircase wall as the kissing grew more heated, yanking at the
girl's pj tank top to expose her full breasts as her own hands pulled
at his shirt.
He pulled away only for a moment to comply,
leering at his half naked woman while tossing his shirt to the floor
and ordering the dogs out the house. "I could eat you out for
hours and my hunger would still not be satisfied." Clegane
smirked, popping the button on his jeans free, a sizable erection
clearly outlined by the tight material. "I need to bury myself
inside you and never come out."
"Oh, my love..."
Melly began to answer, but her voice broke into a sob. She'd been so
frightened and so lost without him. Now he was here and her emotions
were running wild. She shook all over with need for her man, but she
couldn't help taking a moment to admire his hulking physique. He
loomed over her, huge and muscled, smiling darkly as he pulled her
close again. Reaching between them, she slipped her hand into his
jeans and gripped his cock, rubbing him as his mouth covered hers. He
growled into their kiss and she could feel the tears running down her
cheeks while she nipped and sucked on his bottom lip.
Mountain lifted her higher, pressing her against the wall and bending
his neck to lick and suck at her jutting, pink nipples. Her legs
wrapped tightly around his waist, hips grinding, with Gregor's rock
hard erection pressing into her. The blood rushed through her veins,
flooding her pleasure centers and she knew she was slick with
moisture, ready for him. "Please, Gregor..." she gasped,
grasping at his massive shoulders. "I want you in me,
everywhere. Fuck me until you break me... I need you."
yanked his woman's soaked panties to the side and guided Melly's pink
slick folds over the head of his cock, letting gravity slowly ease
her over the bulbous head. The Mountain groaned at the tight entrance
giving way, with a slight thrust upwards he wedged himself further,
biting into the soft flesh of the girl's breast as she cried out. Yet
his cock throbbed for more sweet friction, and pumping his wider hips
forward, Gregor spread Melly's legs over the crooks of his arms,
cradling her against his body as he fucked her deeply. With her small
hands interlocked behind his thick neck, they stared into each
other's eyes, feeling one another as man and woman in the throes of
It hurt as Gregor entered her, as it always did. He
was so big and she loved that acute burn as her body stretched to
welcome him. As the burn faded, it was replaced by deep pleasure as
he began to move within her, filling her. Melly ran her hands over
his short, cropped hair and savored the feel of him. The friction of
their bodies, his teeth on her skin, the familiar smell of him caused
her emotions to soar out of control. Stronger still was the feeling
of completeness that he gave her. This was where she belonged. She
could not stop looking into his eyes. She wanted to tell him that he
made her whole, but she didn't need to speak. She could read in the
intensity of his gaze that he knew.
With a rumbling groan,
Gregor slid Melly fully upon his cock, that thick length thrumming
inside her clenching sheath as her wet cunt kissed his aching balls.
He carried her up the final steps of the staircase and into master
bedroom, frowning at the busted door there as well, before placing
her bent over the bed at the waist. The Mountain stared with desire
at her firm upturned ass, ruined panties around her knees, while
Melly's fingers grasped onto the bed sheets, knowing her man was
going to fuck her senseless. "Whenever I'm away, I dream of
coming home to this..." Clegane spoke with a heated voice,
running his large hand up the girl's naked back, grasping a fistful
of soft hair for a tether. He moved in from behind and speared his
engorged dick back inside, yanking on Melly's hair to arch her supple
body. Gregor took Melly hard, rocking the huge four post bed against
the wall with ease, restraining her movements as the Mountain
unleashed its fury, soaking up the girl's bittersweet cries.
always be waiting for you... I belong to you," she gasped. It
was all she could do to brace herself against Gregor's brutal
onslaught. Her body was fully at his mercy, and she never wanted him
to stop. All the pain was gone now, only pleasure remained. Melly
understood that her helplessness only aroused him further; his every
thrust seemed to push deeper and deeper within her, molding her to
sheathe him perfectly. The friction of his erection moving against
her inner walls stoked the ever increasing heat within her, causing
Melly to whimper as the fire began to consume her. Gregor's pelvis
slammed against her ass again and again and she could feel every inch
of him. The head of his cock bruised her cervix, as her body
tightened further around his embedded shaft, her frenzied cries
urging him on.
The Mountain's hot seed rose to the apex of his
shaft, as he drove into Melly to the hilt with a final punishing
thrust, gritting his teeth as he came hard. He felt the dark beast
inside him clawing to be set free as the hapless female pinned under
him squirmed and climaxed around Gregor's embedded cock. Something
about this vulnerable prey always excited the darkest corners of the
predator's mind, lusting not only to penetrate the girl, but break
her apart as well. 'Back off! She's fucking MINE,' Gregor snapped,
resisting the temptation to give in as he pulled out and lifted
Melly's limp body into his arms, taking them both onto the bed fully.
"I don't ever want to hurt you..." he whispered, holding
Melly close to his chest, before lifting her chin to catch her gaze.
"But sometimes I'm afraid of losing control. I'm not a good
Sated and weak, slipping an arm around his neck,
Melly looked into Gregor's eyes and reached up to stroke his rough,
stubbled cheek. "Oh no, I know you're wrong about that."
She was so overcome with love for this man, she couldn't find the
words for a moment. She had thought she'd never see him again, that
he'd been on a suicide mission to save Ramsay, and that she would,
once again, be alone in the world. "You saved me," she
began, kissing his lips ever so softly, before continuing. "Taking
me away that night could have ruined your life, your livelihood, your
friendship, and still you saved me. No matter what thoughts or urges
you might have, I know you'll never hurt me." She kissed his
lips again and smiled. "You are the best man I've ever
Gregor chuckled against her lips at that, while
his big hand smacked Melly's ass and gave the hot sting a teasing
squeeze. "You haven't been around good men to begin with so I
can see why you would think that of me." The Mountain smirked,
rolling over and trapping his little doe under him, rocking against
her wet cunt with a renewed arousal as Melly gasped in surprise. "But
you knew what was coming home... and you're as eager for it as I am
to give it." Gregor took his woman again and several more times
through the night, pushing her limits, knowing she craved to fulfill
his needs as much as he longed to please hers.
morning sun began shining through the bedroom drapes the next day,
Melly was lying serenely over his chest, and a dog was draped over
his legs, while the rest of the pack slept all over the floor. In the
peaceful scene, Clegane gently stroked his woman's hair, yet his dark
eyes were focused upon the broken door, staring intently with a cold
gaze, his free hand clenching into a fist.
Nella's mind raced as Ser Reglas led her from the Hall of the Hundred Hearths. Shaking, heart pounding in her chest, her eyes stung with tears and she could feel her cheeks burning. How dare he? How could that horrible man treat her so badly? How dare he humiliate her in front of everyone in the Hall? He was so smug, so dismissive, so quick to write her off as some stupid, helpless woman. She would show him that it was a mistake to underestimate her. He would be sorry for treating her so badly, for hurting her sister, for everything...
Steering her ahead of him up the winding stairs, Ser Reglas led her through the long halls, holding her just above the elbow, gaunleted fingers tight around her arm, but not tight enough to hurt her. Stupid man, she thought. So blindly loyal to his Lord, so proud to have been knighted by that monster. "Let go of me, I can walk on my own." She spat over her shoulder at the big man, attempting to jerk her arm away from him.
Reglas chuckled, tightening his grip, "My Lord told me to escort you to your chambers, my Lady. It is my pleasure to do so." He flashed her a broad smile, raising an eyebrow as though waiting for her to challenge him. Nella decided not to give him the satisfaction and walked silently beside him, her head held high. Stupid, stupid man. She hated him, just as she hated all the others who wore Clegane's sigil. Nella knew that Ser Reglas was only newly knighted, but he was not new to Lord Gregor's service, so he must know all that went on here inside Harrenhal's high, thick walls. The sheer fact that he was loyal to Clegane was enough to make her loathe him. Anyone who supported the Mountain was now her enemy.
Which led her to thinking about something that she'd never thought would cross her mind. Would she grow to hate her sister? Melicent was sweet and kind, but she had never been a foolish girl. And yet it seemed to Nella that from the moment she'd heard Gregor Clegane's name, it seemed that all the sense that Melly had once possessed had been caught in a passing breeze, spiraling away like the tendrils of smoke she'd watched rising from Karhold as they'd fled the castle. Could her sister's mind have been so damaged from the trauma they'd endured, that she was no longer capable of reason?
Upon reaching her chambers, Ser Reglas opened the door and ushered her through, then turned and barred the door from the inside. Nella's eyes grew wide and she looked up at the tall knight whose bearded face broke into a wry smile. "Before you command me to leave, my Lady, let me assure you that it's no use protesting. I'm to stand guard in your chambers. Though I think I'll sit, if you don't mind." Unbuckling his sword belt, the Knight strode across to a large chair by the hearth, armor clanging as he lowered himself into it with a grunt. Nella gasped when he actually had the audacity to wink at her as he propped his feet up on a nearby hassock.
"Out!" She shouted, taking a stuttering step forward, her fists clenched at her sides. "Get out at once! I order you to leave this chamber."
"You're wasting your breath, my Lady." Reglas removed his gauntlets and slipped a knife from a small sheath at his ankle. "If I'm to be your personal guard, you might try to be a bit more polite. We're to be spending a good deal of time together, it seems."
Nella was fuming, her dark eyes stormed and she felt a nearly overwhelming urge to hit the arrogant man right on the nose. "Do you plan to stab me with that knife?" She asked, tilting her chin as she stood her ground.
To Nella's dismay, Ser Reglas laughed aloud, slapping an armored knee with his hand. "Stab you? No, if you try to leave, I'll take you with brute force and tie you to your bed, my Lady. However, I promise not to stab you." He chuckled. "My job is to protect you, not carve you up." He selected a small piece of wood from a metal basket on the hearth. "I'm going to carve you a present. I've got to pass the time somehow, you know. I used to make all sorts of things for my sisters to play with. What would you like? A little doll? Perhaps a horse?"
Flashing him an indignant look, she stalked to the the door of her bedchamber. "I'm much too old for toys and I want nothing from you." Nella spat, glaring at the Knight, furious with him for being so smug, and with herself for being so foolish. "You are my jailer, not my lady in waiting. We are not friends Ser, I would appreciate if you did not speak to me as such. Carve a toy for my sister, she's grown simple enough that she would enjoy such trivialities. I shall be in my bedchamber, and I warn you not to follow me there. If you do, I will not hesitate to stab you with whatever is handy."
"Yes, my Lady, as you wish." Ser Reglas grinned back at her. She could hear him chuckling after she'd slammed the bed chamber door, which only increased her fury. Nella threw herself onto the bed and pounded her fists on the bedcovering. That wasn't in the least bit satisfying, so she kicked her feet as well. She wanted to scream, but would not give that infuriating man the satisfaction. She wished she could cry, however the tears never came anymore. Ever since they'd left Karhold, Nella had been unable to weep. She was filled with overwhelming sadness and as much anger, so much so that it felt as though there was ever a great, gnawing, aching feeling inside of her. Still, the tears would not come.
Rising from the bed, she began to pace the room, her silk slippers making no noise on the worn rugs that covered the cold, stone floor. Everything here was cold. No matter how many fires were lit, Harrenhal never seemed to warm. She wondered what Winter would be like here. Perhaps it would be colder than winters at Karhold, far to the North. I will not be here come Winter. Nella did not know how, but she knew she must find a way to leave this place. If Melly was determined to stay with her Lord Husband, then she had put quill to her own death warrant. She could not stay here and watch her sister be killed by that monster, and she would not become a victim of the Mountain herself.
Dragging a blanked off the huge bed, she climbed into the window seat. How would it be possible to get her sister to listen to reason if she wasn't even allowed to see her? She'd heard the sounds coming from the Lord of Harrenhal's bed chamber and they had not been sounds of pleasure. She'd seen the bruises that Melly's gown hadn't covered. That was not love, she knew. Her parents loved each other, in their way, and Nella had never once seen a bruise mar Lady Sylva's skin. Lord Tomard was a rough man, a fierce warrior, who had killed many men, and yet with his wife and children, he was kind.
Gregor Clegane was not capable of kindness, she could see this in his eyes, had seen evidence of this in his dealings with Ser Arys, with his own men, and yet Melicent loved him. She had not said as much to Nella yet, but they knew each other too well. To her, Melly was as transparent as gossamer. She could see the way her sister looked at Gregor Clegane, the way she touched him, was different from the way she behaved with anyone else, more intimate. She was utterly vulnerable to him. Melly was lost to her now. She knew she must accept this and find a way to leave this place herself.