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Mountain Part 18 - Awakening

Gregor awoke after the sun had risen, which was unusual for him. He had always been an early riser, never one to need excessive amounts of sleep. He lay still for a moment, realizing his new bride was there, breathing softly against his chest, curled under his arm. She had come back to him, to sleep in his bed. This was something that had never happened before, that one of his wives would come to him of her own accord.

He remembered little of his first two wives, however he had some memory of his wedding nights. Elinor was the first wife, he thought, or was it Alys? He often confused them. Whatever her name had been, she’d shaken so hard her teeth had chattered. Her crying was high pitched, and it had made his head had hurt something awful. He’d hit her until she quieted, flipped her onto her stomach, spit on her dry cunt and fucked her pitilessly. Afterward he’d tossed her still form over his shoulder and tossed her into her own bed. He’d thought she might be dead, but it couldn’t be helped. Sated, he'd returned to his bed and slept soundly. She hadn’t died, but she’d never come to his chamber again. He’d always gone to her, drunk, to do his duty. She would cry, he’d beat her silent and fill her with his seed. When she’d fallen to her death, he’d been relieved.

His second wedding night had turned out to be even more disappointing. This one never needed to be beaten. She’d offered no resistance at all, only lay under him like a corpse. She had no fight in her, not even a tiny spark. This one didn’t anger him as much as the first. It was easy not to notice her, really. She moved about the castle like a mouse... no, he thought, like the ghost of a mouse... not making a sound, startling at his every word or movement. Soon she began to keep to her chamber day and night. Gregor barely noticed her absence, as she was always there when he decided to act as husband. She’d never spent a night in his bed, but if she had, he probably wouldn’t have noticed her there. That one had carried a child for him, a son, though the infant was too large for the woman and neither had survived the delivery.
 
The Mountain’s thoughts returned to his third wife, who now lay sleeping beside him. He could feel her soft breath, the flutter of her long lashes, her tiny heartbeat against his arm. He had left her at the dressing table in her own room, barely able to walk. Her own bed was steps away, yet she’d made the longer, and undoubtedly painful, trip back to sleep on bloody sheets beside him. Why? He didn’t understand it, but he found that it pleased him. 

He turned to his side, shifting her to her back. She stirred but didn’t fully wake and he looked her over as she slept. Her skin was marked with bruises, some fading, were a reminder of Ser Arys Dayne’s attack. Many were dark and new, however, her hips, neck, hipbones and breasts were marred by dark, new bruises which only he could have left behind. He saw that he’d marked her breasts and her neck with his teeth. On her shoulder he’d left a vicious bite, and the fair skin around the wound was badly bruised and crusted with blood. Gregor felt a pang of something akin to remorse. He’d not meant to hurt her. He hadn’t even realized that he was hurting her until it was too late, and then he could not stop

She sighed in her sleep and he watched her intently. She was beautiful, to be sure. Tousled chestnut waves flowed around her. Her big green eyes were closed; her eyelids flickered… she was dreaming. Long, dark lashes fluttered in striking contrast to her pale skin. He saw now that she had a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, which he found to be quite charming. Her mouth was sensual, soft, pink lips, slightly parted, still swollen from his kisses. He thought of her mouth on his, her responsiveness to his kiss, the warmth of her tongue when it met his. Gregor felt his cock harden at the thought of what it would be like to have those lips wrapped around him, sucking… He moved his eyes to her chest; full, creamy breasts tipped with pretty little pink nipples that made his mouth water. His eyes roamed lower to her tummy … flat yet there was a slight softness there that he liked. Her small waist flared out into full rounded hips, softly curving around to a rear that he knew to be perfectly rounded and luscious. He didn’t care for hard women or those who were too thin. He liked something that he could sink his teeth and his fingers into, and this girl could have been made to order for him. 

He vaguely remembered his mother as being full breasted and generous of hip. She must have been, he thought, to have borne his brother Sandor and himself, as big as they were. He’d once overheard his mother’s maidservant speaking of him after his brother was born. She’d said she hoped that little Sandor would be gentler than his older brother. Gregor, she’d said, had been weaned from his mother’s breast too soon, as he bit her so mercilessly when she’d tried to nurse him. “Only a wee pup, hadn’t even got his milk teeth yet an’ already so rough!” The maid had said, “No wonder he’s such naughty boy, that little monster was born bad! You mark what I say, weaned so young, he’ll always be hard an’ he’ll be lookin’ for his mother his whole life …” 

Gregor had been confused by the woman’s words. He was a good boy, not a monster. When he grew up, he would be a Knight. Father said so. He needn’t look for his mother, she was not lost, she was always in her chambers with that stupid squalling baby. He’d hated that baby, always crying and sucking on his mother’s teats. He found himself missing his mother’s attention. Since the baby had come, she had no time for him. Mother had said he’d like having a brother, but Gregor knew that he’d been better off on his own. He never forgot the maid's words and when he grew big enough, he'd followed her into her chamber one night. He'd punished her for those harsh words, punching her in the mouth with his huge fists again and again, until her mangled jaw hung gaping and useless. He smiled down at her as he'd fucked her. Gregor remembered he'd enjoyed it so much, he'd fucked her a second time, feeling her body grow cold under him before he'd finished.

All these years later, the maidservant’s words came back to him and he had a vague flash of understanding as to what she might have meant. It passed as quickly as it had come as he bent his head to his wife’s breast, covering her nipple with his mouth. His mouth worked slowly at first, like a sleepy child suckling at his mother's teat. He began to suckle harder as she stirred beneath him, making a little noise in the back of her throat, her hand moving to his shoulder. “My Lord… mmm...” she whispered and he felt his balls tighten painfully. No one had ever spoken to him in that tone before. Softly… tenderly… as though she truly wanted him… His hand moved between her thighs and he felt her wet heat. He grunted and moved his mouth to her other nipple, sucking hard, biting her. She slid her hand up his neck, pressing his head to her chest. She rocked her hips, pressing against his fingers, wincing at the pain she felt, but wanting the release he’d given her the night before. 

He could picture her face when he’d made her cum for him, the memory of how wet she’d been. So obedient, so responsive… MINE. Never to share with anyone else... He knew she’d still be hurting and he hadn’t planned to have her this morning. There was her safety to consider, as well as Arys Dayne’s execution to be seen to.  At this moment though, all he knew was he needed her. "I have to... I'm sorry..." he growled. Rolling onto his back, taking her with him, he lifted her by her hips. The engorged head of his cock pushing at her entrance, he raised his hips off of the bed as he lowered her onto his huge erection. Groaning with satisfaction, he watched her face contort in pain, as he once again, was unable to control himself, unable to be gentle with her. 

“Ride me… girl…”  he grunted, trying desperately to hold back, not to hurt her. He needed her alive, safe. The pain on her face mixed with confusion for a moment as his words registered. She was so green, so new. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she nodded at him and began, very slowly, to move her hips. It was close to torture, forcing himself to hold still; big hands gripping her by her hips, he tried to concentrate on watching her as she moved on him. She tilted her head back and her hair spilled down her back, her long chestnut waves brushing his thighs. Her pretty teats jutted forward, soft, yet high set… perfect. He reached up to cup one with a big hand, kneading, thumbing her nipple. She gasped and covered his huge hand with her little one, rocking her hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Instead of frustrating him as he’d have expected, her slow movement was exquisite for him and he groaned long and low, tightning his grip on her hip. 

She looked down at him and he moved his hand, placing it at the juncture of their joining. Her big eyes widened as he slipped it between them and began to stimulate her with his thumb. She rolled her hips faster now, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His pleasure grew, every movement she made felt better than the last. Suddenly she stiffened, her eyes closing, she lowered herself harder onto him, pushing into his hand, release taking her. Melicent opened her eyes, looking into his, her mouth fell open and she gasped. She said only one word, but that word was her undoing. “Gregor…” She breathed as he looked up at her. He lost control. 

Something came undone inside him when his little wife said his name that way. In one swift motion, he’d rolled her off of him and he was on his feet. Gregor grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward him on her back until her head hung over the side of the bed. He needed her mouth on him, any rational thought was beyond his control. Forcing her mouth open, he pushed his huge cock between her pretty lips, thrusting in until she gagged and the tears flowed freely from her stunned eyes. He withdrew then, until thick strands of saliva were all that connected them, before thrusting in once again, deeper now. Her choking aroused him further and he groaned as felt the blunt head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gasped for breath as he pulled out, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving. His next thrust went deeper still and he could see her throat distend as she kicked and clawed at the bedding under her, twisting her fists in the furs. This was too much for Gregor and he came with a rumbling growl, tightening his fist in her hair, his seed surging into her throat in hot bursts. “Fuck, girl…” He growled, looking down at her as she choked and swallowed, and lay gasping, her pretty chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She sat up slowly, shakily, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. 

“Alright?” He asked, reaching down to wipe a creamy smear from her chin with his thumb. She nodded shakily and tried to smile up at him, her smile catching in a sob as her big green eyes still flowed with tears. He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her long and slowly, enjoying her softness, the sweet taste of her mingled with a salty tang, which he knew must be the taste of his own seed. Melicent wrapped herself around him as their kiss deepened which elicited, a deep groan and a stirring in his groin. Reluctantly, he pulled back and grinned at her. “Wife, you tempt me yet again. If you aren’t careful, I’ll not be able to stop myself taking you another time this morning. 

The girl's green eyes widened fearfully . “You must do so, if that is what you wish, my Lord.” She answered him in a shaky whisper. 

He tipped her back gently and nibbled at her neck. Moving lower, his mouth found her breast and he nipped her fair skin, making her cry out softly. Kissing her nipple once, twice, he lowered her back onto the bed. “Aye, that is what I wish. I would not leave this chamber for a week or more, and still I would not have my fill of you. However, I have duties which won’t wait.”  Turning to the basin on the side table, he splashed water onto his face and began to wash. “Come now Little Doe, get dressed. We’ve an execution to attend to."

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26 comments:

  1. Anonymous11 June, 2012

    MORE..... please :-)

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    1. Busily writing! More to come!

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  2. Anonymous11 June, 2012

    NICE! You picture Gregor so well. you don't change him!

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    1. Thank you! It's fascinating to investigate what might make him who he is.

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  3. If a Lion can lay down with a Stag then so too can a Doe tame a Dog... Well done yet again Melly! I a enjoying the slow taming of the beast in Gregor, that he's becoming conscience of his acts & their after-effects. Lady Melly sees through new eyes her Lord Husband & I believes she loves him the more. She too realizes Gregor was made to be a monstrous brute but is in no way irredeemable.

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    1. No one is irredeemable, not if you can find the right way to reach them. It's what I do every day for work, finding the gentle part of a dangerous dog. With enough time and patience, they can be reached. I see it happen again and again.

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    2. I want your job then!

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    3. I'm very lucky to do something that I love! <3

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  4. Yay, new chapter! I missed this story so much and I'm very happy to see it still updating.:)) This chapter is really worth waiting for! This is such an amazing fic with so many wonderful moments... Everyone is so well written, your Gregor is adorably Gregor-ish, but I can see Melly`s presence evokes strong emotions he`ve never experienced. This is utterly delightful, and everything I could want for Gregor. You made me really like him. :D
    Thank you for writing. And I seriously beg you to write more!

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    1. I'm writing, I promise! He may find redemption after all! Fingers crossed!

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  5. Glad to see a new chapter,Gregor is not a total beast, Melly is bringing out deep emotions in him and you start to see his struggles with the new emotions. this is a classic love story just starting to be told.

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    1. I think there is something good inside of every beast, just waiting to be found.

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  6. Anonymous06 July, 2012

    Oh dear I'm a huge fan of this fic:) I'm looking forward to read the next chapter.
    Gregor is so...erm...hope he will behave better *sigh*

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    1. Perhaps he will find a way to redeem himself...I hope so!

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  7. Anonymous08 July, 2012

    ...:D update soon please! awesome fic! so well write!

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  8. I've just re-read the Mountain and I think it's even better the second time round. Parts 4, 7, 14, 15, 16 & 17 really stand out as exceptional to me. The description is gorgeous and the character development is excellent.

    I read on another site, a critical review of the author of this story. The person was critical of the author's choice to write about the character of Gregor Clegane, who is a rapist and a murderer. A handful of other people agreed. I feel that the author has made that known, but that she is trying, in her own way, to teach Gregor how to find the feelings that are buried deep within him. I find it very clear that Gregor begins the story as a monster, however it's fascinating to watch as Melly uncovers little bits of humanity, layer by layer. I can see that she could take this in multiple directions, and I personally hope that she'll find a way for Gregor to atone for his past. I should also add that I don't like Gregor Clegane as a character, yet the author of this fic has me fascinated with him and his journey.

    I also want to say that I find it extremely odd that people would judge the author of this story as a person, because of the characters she writes about or the characters actions within her story. If that's the case, why not judge George R.R. Martin harshly because he's been bringing an incestuous child killer (or attempted child killer) on a journey of redemption. Or we could judge Charles Dickens for allowing Ebeneezer Scrooge to find his humanity in A Christmas Carol. Or Perhaps Dr Seuss is a bad person for allowing the evil Grinch to return Christmas to Whoville? Sounds silly, right? Well so does judging this story's author for taking a really bad guy and seeing what would happen if he were to open his eyes a little bit. Just my two cents.

    This is honestly the best fan fic I've ever read and I read TONS of fan fic! Oh, and please hurry with Chapter 19! I can't wait to read more!

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    1. Thank you so much, Clara! <3 I think you're the sweetest!

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  9. Anonymous24 July, 2012

    Is the next chapter coming soon??? We're all hanging out on a limb of anticipation here!

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  10. The next chapter will be coming soon! Thank you so much for being so patient with me... My computer got hit by a virus and I actually lost what I'd written on Chapter 19, which was a bit devastating. I'm working again now, so I hope to get it to you soon!

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    1. please........i'm dying! XD

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  11. Incroyable!!!! ~Xtina

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    1. I think that's a good thing, so thanks! ;)
      mjs

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  12. I just hope to get the next part of this incredible fic as my Christmas present ;)

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    1. Merry Christmas! Or Gl├╝ckliches Oktoberfest. Happy anything you want, chapter 19 is up ;) Thanks for being patient with me! :D
      mjs

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