heard someone rousing him from a deep sleep. For a moment, he hoped
it was Alayne’s naked body curling up next to him, running her hand
over his bare chest, tracing the faint birthmark pattern. Baelish had
always teased her that it was an old scar from his days as a knight.
A chivalrous fool for the love of an unreachable princess. How he
despised such fairytales, for even now they mocked his grand
ambitions. There was no honor to be had when one played fair.
sleepy Petyr… I know how to wake you up."
felt the shift in the bed's mattress as the persistent female moved
and straddled his hips, her hand curling around his flaccid penis,
stroking enough firmness into the shaft so she could penetrate
herself. She gave a sultry cry and rode him eagerly, while he laid
there with feigned interest, barely acknowledging her presence, only
reaching up to squeeze her breast. The woman cried louder and louder,
her shrieks of delight tormenting his ears, the pitched decibel
likely to set her pampered toy dogs barking in the hallway and awaken
the whole household staff.
groaned softly as he came, mostly from relief that the act was over
and he could get away again. The Mockingbird rolled the satisfied
woman off of him and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I should
go. I have business to deal with." Petyr spoke with his face
averted, shielding his irritated expression as the woman draped
herself over his bare back, whispering nonsense about her undying
love and need to see him more. Littlefinger gave no reply and only
shrugged her off once more.
promised we would be married by now. But you’re going back to HER!
Aren’t you?" she screamed like the jealous child she had
rose from the bed and took several steps away before the distressed
woman became violent. Petyr turned to face her, dressing while his
grey-green eyes assessed Lysa Tully’s sudden accusation. He had
nurtured her false hopes for years, stringing her along to do his
bidding, whispering words of influence into her husband’s ear. The
devoted old fool was desperate to please his unhappy younger wife,
for Lysa was quite dangerous when she became hysterical, especially
after the loss of several pregnancies that left her mentally
the Mockingbird's secret benefactor had served him well, once Petyr
had laid eyes upon Alayne and unintentionally fallen in love with the
girl, he felt increasingly imprisoned by Lysa’s obsession. He would
delay these visits as much as possible, but eventually he would have
to fulfill his obligations and keep the game in motion. But he had
been foolish last night. With his heart torn raw and his pride
shredded from Alayne’s revelations, Petyr came to Lysa with his
guard down, drinking whatever she offered till he was rendered
helpless. Even now, he still felt the lingering effects of whatever
she had drugged him with. The rape came after she was done
questioning him about his relationship with Alayne, and Petyr knew by
the demented look in Lysa’s eyes that he must have spoken more than
he should have.
must have told you she left me. Betrayed me," Baelish replied,
moving back closer to cup Lysa’s tear stained cheek. "Will you
do the same to me… my dearest Lysa?" He let the sweet words
spill from his devious lips before he choked on them.
Petyr! I could never. I love you more than she does!" Lysa
grasped his hand, kissing his fingers, unwilling to ever let him go.
"I want to kill the little bitch for hurting my precious Petyr."
She glared into his eyes with determined purpose.
no need for that, Turtledove. Soon everything will be as I promised."
The Mockingbird yanked his hand away as gentlemanly as he could,
giving Lysa a charming smile, before fetching his suit jacket. "Now
be a good girl or I shall spank you upon my return." He closed
the bedroom door on her awful acted girlish giggling, sighing with
relief as he walked further away from the scene of their
secluded mansion was still quiet in the early morning and instead of
sneaking out some back door, Petyr Baelish strode through the
spacious elegant interior like he owned the property, which in his
mind he did. There were only a few strings to cut free before it was
all legal. He stopped by another bedroom and opened the door,
startling the attending nurse awake as life support machines beeped
inside. "Mr. Baelish. Forgive me. I… I didn’t mean to doze
smiled and pressed a finger to his lips, before speaking softly.
"How’s Mr. Arryn doing?"
sir. He’s very stable," the flustered nurse replied in a
hushed tone as well. "But the stroke was very severe, as you
know. He’ll never recover."
it's a shame such a great man has fallen. Please continue your
excellent care." Littlefinger rested his hand on the nurse’s
shoulder. "He should stay with us for as long as possible, if
only to keep his wife’s hopes alive." Petyr smirked
softly, excusing himself as the nurse watched him leave with a
the front door, Baelish took several moments to speak with the head
of the household and security force, going over detailed instructions
once again and making sure everything was up to date. Unbeknownst to
Lysa, the entire staff was now under his employment and payroll. The
Mockingbird had ensured secrecy and loyalty with generous salaries
and was effectively rendering the woman a prisoner in her own home.
to now, Sir?" the driver asked as Petyr slid into the car,
pulling out his vibrating cell phone.
I don’t care how good he is. Raise the bounty if you have to. I
want the news to reach The Mountain. The prize should peak his
interests." Baelish terminated the call, tossing the cell aside,
before addressing his driver’s lingering question.
me home… and then find out where she is. I want to see My
remained in the kitchen, keeping herself busy peeling potatoes and
chopping vegetables, trying to let the mundane tasks of dinner
preparation occupy her mind. She would get through this, just as
she'd endured everything else that life had put in her path. As she
worked, she could hear the deep rumble of Gregor's voice coming from
the direction of his office. He must have been on a call, she
thought, as Ramsay and Arya had retired to the guest suite upstairs.
Once she'd gotten the dinner underway, she let the dogs in from the
garden and fed them their meals. Isis, the tiny kitten, stuck her
head into the dogs' bowls as they ate, but they just nosed her aside
and continued eating.
Melly scooped up the kitten and brought
her to where her own dish was waiting for her, praising the dogs for
their patience with the naughty little creature. It amazed her how
these animals, who would rip out a man's throat if provoked, could be
so gentle with the little cat. In this way, she supposed, they were
much like their master. Her Gregor, although gentle with her, was,
she knew, a ruthless killer when the need arose. And working for
Ramsay Bolton wasn't the only time Gregor showed his ruthless side.
She'd heard Bolton's Bastard Boys talking when she was being kept as
Ramsay's pet. They spoke of the Mountain with awe and treated him
with a kind of respect, such as the kind they only showed to Ramsay,
himself. Melly did not know what Gregor did, or had done, to earn
this reverence from such a rogue bunch of killers, and she never
asked him. If he wanted to tell her, she knew he would do so. If he
preferred to keep that part of his life separate from her, she
understood. He never asked her about her time in service to Ramsay,
and she kept those memories locked away, deep inside. In this way
they were alike. They chose to focus on what they had together,
rather than letting in the outside world. And yet, this time, the
world had come knocking at their door.
“The flock of mother
hens called to check in on their leader. I suggested they order out
from the club to keep themselves entertained and out of trouble,”
Gregor spoke as he walked into the kitchen, wrapping his huge arms
around Melly’s waist and giving his woman a comforting squeeze,
molding the smaller figure into his massive frame. “Are you okay
with them staying here? We can keep the girl and toss the bastard out
any time. I think you gave Ramsay quite the surprise by standing your
ground, and I couldn’t be prouder...” The Mountain smirked
against the nape of her neck, kissing Melly’s fragrant skin as he
pulled the girl’s top to the side, exposing a shoulder. “Or more
Breathing deeply, Melly leaned back into her
Gregor's protective strength, drawing from him the energy that she
needed to find strength of her own. She was safe with him. Nothing
could harm her when Gregor was nearby. He would kill for her, she
knew. In fact it didn't seem all that long ago that he'd nearly
killed Ramsay Bolton to save her.
"I'll be all right,"
she answered, sighing at the touch of the Mountain's lips on her
delicate skin. "I know you won't let anyone hurt me."
Taking his big hand in hers, she turned in his arms, looking up into
his face and saw the heat in his dark eyes. "I'm glad that you
approve of my assertiveness... perhaps I should continue a little
further along that path..."
Taking Gregor's hand and
tugging gently, Melly led the big man out into the hall and on
through to the great room. He followed along, smiling darkly,
understanding what she had in store for him. "Ramsay and Arya
went upstairs to rest. We have time to kill." She cocked her
head coyly and bit her lip as she smiled back at her man. "I
think I can think of a way to pass the time," the girl
continued, pushing the door with her foot to try to close it behind
them as she reached around behind her to unzip the pale yellow dress.
While Gregor watched, Melly slipped the straps down over her
shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. At his approving nod,
she unclasped her lacy bra and let that fall away as well, before
stepping out of her matching panties. "I'll show you what I
want," she whispered and turned her back to him. Kneeling on the
couch, leaning forward over one of the arms, she presented herself to
him like a bitch in heat, parting her knees further still and pushing
her ass back toward him. "Are you ready?"
Mountain rumbled with a beastly groan as the sight of his woman’s
exposed sex, the pink parted seam and wet folds, called to his most
basic dark nature as a predator. “More than enough to make you
scream,” Gregor answered while yanking his shirt off, his sculpted
torso flexing as he moved onto his jeans next, unfastening the
button. “I have exactly what you crave, girl. But should I give it
to you now… or make you beg?” he toyed with a smirk, crossing the
distance between them with two easy steps and gave Melly’s upturned
ass a quick hard smack.
Clegane wrapped a hand in the girl’s
long hair before her cry even died down in the room, leashing her in
place as he dealt another punishing spank. Melly's arching and
wiggling as he turned her backside a deep shade of red only inflamed
the Mountain’s passion, and he jammed two thick fingers into her
cunt. “I need some honey before I thrust my cock in here or I’ll
split you apart,” Gregor warned, fucking the girl roughly with his
hand as he added another finger, wanting Melly prepped to receive him
"Ohh, yes, that's good..." she gasped,
pushing back in rhythm with his thrusts, causing his fingers to
penetrate her more deeply. Her skin burned where he'd spanked her.
She could feel the sting, the red heat of her pale skin, and that
aroused her further. The Mountain's fingers slid easily in and out of
her wet heat, harder now, and Melly used her arms to brace herself on
the arm of the couch so that she could rise higher to meet him. There
was nothing else in her world, save her man, and her need.
softly, she begged, "Now, please..." Her body yearned for
the true joining; she needed him to fill her up, to grab her by her
hips and claim her fully. Gregor's size was so great that he always
hurt her at first, however, she longed for that pain. The stretch of
her sex around the thickness of his shaft served to remind her that
she belonged to him, and she loved the way her body adjusted in order
to accommodate his. "Gregor, fuck me now... make it hurt..."
she begged. "Please!"
Clegane smeared his soaked
hand over the bulbous head of his cock, gritting his teeth at the
sensitivity, as pre-cum weeped from the tip. He pressed himself into
Melly's wet core, taking hold of her hips. Rocketing forward, Gregor
watched as his engorged length disappeared from sight. "Is this
what you like, girl? Your pretty cunt is sucking me right in."
The Mountain pulled back on Melly's rein of hair, forcing the girl
onto her knees, and impaled her on his hard member.
fucked hard and rough, an expression of primal need and base desires,
while Gregor initially ignored the lingering shadow by the cracked
open door. Smirking as his hand squeezed one of Melly's tits, he
pinched her erect nipple painfully as he spoke against the nape of
her neck. "We're being watched... and it's not the cat." He
thrusted into her again with a satisfying grunt, shoving himself to
the hilt and pushing his woman to the limit.
climax washed over her in wave after wave of pure ecstasy. Maybe it
was Gregor's words, "We're
or maybe it was his final thrust or the roughness of his handling
her, but she could feel herself being swept away by a current of such
intense pleasure, that if he had not been holding her up, she would
have collapsed from the force of it. She whimpered, unable to even
cry out. Was it Ramsay who was watching? She wanted it to be. She
wanted him to see the way she belonged to Gregor so completely. But
no, it couldn't be Ramsay. He would have made himself known, she was
sure of that.
Arya stood behind the partially open door,
quietly watching, curious, but too timid to interrupt. Everything
about Gregor Clegane was massive. Every muscle was so clearly
defined, he looked as though he might have been carved from stone. He
was rough with his woman, and clearly, she loved it. And yet, there
was a gentleness too, as though he was holding something back.
Somehow Arya sensed that he was concealing his true nature, unwilling
to let the full force of his fury out upon this delicate creature.
As she turned her attention to Melly, she found herself
doubly fascinated, for it was always Arya who was the female who was
fucked and used and manhandled. When she had been taken to the
Dreadfort Club there were other women present, but still, she was the
object on display, and so it excited her to suddenly be the observer.
Ramsay's pet stayed very still, barely breathing, so as not to
attract attention. Did Gregor and Melly know she was there? If so,
that did not stop them from taking their pleasure.
how she looked when she was the one being taken? Long, dark hair
tousled and tangled, pale skin flushed, all curves and softness,
helpless in the arms of an unstoppable force... She wanted to touch
the other girl's skin, to run her hands over the curve of her hip, to
feel the softness of a full breast and the hardness of a pretty pink
nipple. At that very moment, Melly reached her climax, bucking and
arching, then going limp, whimpering in the arms of her man. Suddenly
the heat that had been building between Arya's legs was almost too
much to bear and she staggered backward into the hall, raising a hand
to cover her mouth so as not to cry out loud with desire. Arya
paused, watching the door, terrified that she would be caught, but no
one emerged. Very quietly, she made her way to the stairs and began
to ascend. Heart pounding in her chest, she returned to the guest
suite, and to her resting Master.