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In all honesty, Catelyn hadn’t even realized they had arrived in the capital. Gregor made sure of that. She spent so much of the two week trip to King’s Landing with her face pushed against the seat of the carriage, in Gregor’s crotch, or in post orgasmic stupor that time didn’t really pass for her.

Their driver had been given instructions to take them just outside the Old Gate on the Northwestern section of the city wall. It was a popular and convenient gate for merchants and travelers on foot and horseback. Catelyn hoped to not raise too much attention by entering the city through there, though Gregor’s size was hard to miss.

“We’re just outside the gate.” Their driver stopped his cart off the road a bit and dismounted his seat. He went around and opened the door for his passengers.. Gregor’s large frame exited first, shaking the whole carriage as stepped down from it.

Catelyn stepped out next, thought stepped was a generous word. She nearly fell forward as she tried to exit the carriage on shaky legs. Gregor decided to ride the poor woman hard on the last few hours of their trek, bouncing her on his cock like a rag doll until she passed out, and then well after that as well. She looked a right mess, hair matted down with sweat, face flushed red, legs shaking like a newborn calf, dress hanging off of one shoulder, and currently a mouth packed full of Gregor’s come. She had her riding hood up so the driver couldn’t immediately see her cheeks puffed out as it held Gregor’s seed. Their driver looked at them, and Catelyn turned her head away from him.

“Is the lady alright?” He asked.

“Sick from the trip.” Gregor answered simply. The driver seemed satisfied by the answer, and went to check the wheels of the carriage.

“I am not sure what happened. Seems the roads were rougher than usual. My wheels and axis looked like they’ve gone through the Seven Hells.” The driver commented. Gregor almost laughed - in the closest way the man could come to it, which wasn’t much more than a tick of his bushy brow. As the driver was distracted, he looked down at the still fuck-dazed Catelyn as she stood their near swaying with her mouth still full of his seed. Bringing his hand up to her chin, he tilted her head up and made her look at him. She looked at him in slight confusion until he mouthed the word ‘open’. Catelyn’s eyes widened, and she quickly looked back at the driver who was still inspecting his carriage, before turning back to Gregor. Catelyn nodded, opening her mouth to show him the ocean of come that resided there. She knew what he wanted - even in such compromising and exposed situations she was well past the point of denying him anything. Her tongue swam around in the white sea like fish, playing and sloshing his release around in her mouth. After a minute, she closed her lips once more, and worked her throat, swallowing with great effort. It took a few gulps, but she was eventually able to get his thick seed down. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to show that her task was completed.

She turned around and made herself presentable just as the driver stood back up and looked at them.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you into the city my lady. It would be no problem.” The driver offered.

“No.” Catelyn said hoarsely, throat still slightly coated with remnants of her meal. “That won’t be necessary. Ser Gregor here can escort me the rest of the way." Almost as to exemplify the point, Gregor brought his hand down to Catelyn’s ass and squeezed, fingers sinking into the flesh through her dress. Their bodies blocked the action, and Catelyn gave nothing away besides a subtle flaring of her nostrils

The driver eyed The Mountain warily, but nodded. “When you are ready to make the return trip, I will be waiting in Eel’s Alley.”

The driver bid them a farewell, and the pair began their walk to the city gates and to meet her husband.

Her Husband

Catelyn thought it was funny to still consider him that in her mind, especially after spending the last few months as Gregor’s plaything. She didn’t feel much but resentment for Ned these days - resentment for not being there for Bran, resentment for leaving, resentment for taking her daughters away to the capital - resentment for many unspoken things over the years of their marriage. Still, she felt she still owed him, to at least discuss the attempt on their son’s life. To maybe convince him to take action for a change and not just go on about honor and not just trail behind his drunken friend he called king.

The thoughts were pushed back in her mind as they approached the Old Gate. She and Gregor were with a group of people also going towards the gate. The plan was to blend in with the crowd - they were just travelers like anyone else, though Gregor’s size and generally unpleasant demeanor made sure they were given a wide breadth. As they approached the gate and the Citywatch guardsmen came into clear view, Catelyn saw one of the guards look at them - they were hard to miss - and lean to his comrade and say something.

‘Shit.’ Catelyn thought as the guard motioned for them to come over. Catelyn looked up at Gregor, who just returned her gaze, stone faced. Not wanting to risk compromising themselves further, they walked to the guard. He reached into his waist, and pulled out a sealed scroll.

“My Lady.” The guard greeted, extending the scroll out to Catelyn. “We’ve been ordered to escort you into the city.”

“Escort me?” Catelyn questioned. “On whose authority?”

He showed her a ribbon. Catelyn felt her breath catch in her throat. The seal was a mockingbird, in grey wax. Petyr.

“We were told to look out for a woman matching your description.” The guard explained. He looked at Gregor a bit warily and added “As well as her travel companion.”

Gregor stared the guard down, but said nothing. Catelyn wondered how Petyr could have heard of her arriving to the capital so soon - how he knew at all.

“Do you know who I am?” Catelyn asked the guard. The guard shook his head.

“Nay. Just to look for a regal looking woman with fire-kissed hair, and a very large guard.”

And here Catelyn thought they were being inconspicuous. This wasn’t what she had planned, but then again her plan was rough as it were. She was to arrive in the city, and find SOME means of contacting Ned. She didn’t have a set time or location. It had been a long time since she had seen Petyr. They were childhood friends, her father’s ward. He had wanted more - to be her husband, which was something she couldn’t give him even if it were up to her. She remembered when he had tried to kiss her during the celebration of her betrothal to Brandon Stark. She pushed him away, and despite herself laughed. She didn’t mean to honestly - it just escaped.

She remembered his duel with Brandon - the horrid affair. Petyr was still just a boy, and Brandon a full grown man. The fight was over before it began. By the end, Petyr was left bloodied and humiliated. That was the last time she saw him. She cared for Petyr, she really did…like a brother.

With no other course of action to be taken, Catelyn acquiesced. They led them to the city walls, and Catelyn was given a horse. There weren’t any horses that would reasonably handle Gregor’s stature, but he didn’t seem to complain about walking beside her. She followed her escort cautiously. She didn’t know what was waiting for her with Petyr. Would Ned be there? Would this be another act of the conspirators that were targeting her family. She’d find out soon enough.
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A Whore house.

Petyr led them to a whore house.

Catelyn would have been more outraged if she wasn’t a bundle of nerves at what waited for them inside. Having Gregor there was of course reassuring, but King’s Landing was a dangerous place for all.

They entered the establishment, climbing the stairs to the third floor. They entered a large room furnished with several couches, a bed, and a table covered with platters of meats, fruits and cheeses. Sitting on a long lounger, along with two topless women, was Petyr. He lifted his head and smiled as he saw Catelyn, only for it to momentarily drop at the sight of The Mountain. He waved a hand, dismissing the whores and stood, walking toward Catelyn with open arms.

“Cat.” He greeted familiarly.

“Cat?” Catelyn seethed.” Don’t you Cat me you cretin!”

She threw the scroll at him, it just whizzing past his head.

“How dare you bring me here, like I’m some back alley whore!”

Petyr shamelessly eyed Catelyn up and down, taking in her rather scandalous attire for a northern lady, and the irony that she had been fucking Gregor the past few months weren’t lost on her either, but still she was a lady.

“Still as fiery as ever. I apologize for the locale.” Petyr said, sounding contrite. “You know I wouldn’t purposely try to offend you. No one will come looking for you here, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Catelyn frowned and glanced at Gregor, who simply returned her glance stoically. Petyr looked between two, intrigued.

“How did you know I was in the city?” Catelyn asked, turning back to Petyr.”

“A dear friend told me.”

Petyr pointed behind them, and in the shadow of the door stood a Spider - Lord Varys.

The bald, plump man glided into the room wrapped in his purple robes, peculiar smile on his face.

“Lady Stark.” He greeted.

“Lord Varys?”

“To see you again after so many years, is a blessing.” He said elegantly. He turned and looked at Gregor, hairless eyebrows moving up a tick. “And you Ser Clegane, your presence always fills a room.”

Gregor’s mouth twitched downward, almost imperceptibly “Eunuch.” He simply said, as if it were a greeting and title.

Turning his attention back to Catelyn, Varys grabbed her hands, turning her palms upwards and examining her bandaged, mostly healed hands.

“Your poor hands.” He said sincerely. Catelyn snatched them away, and took a step back.

“How did YOU know I was coming?” She demanded. Varys gave a small shrug.

“Knowledge is my trade, my lady.” The eunuch explained simply. “My little birds are everywhere. Castles, farms…inns.”

Catelyn stiffened as Varys let his words hang in the air. His round face gave nothing away, but his eyes glimmered with something dangerous. Could he know of her and Gregor? She supposed her efforts to hide it had diminished as time progressed, but as it were she still wasn’t advertising it.

“Only takes a stone to fell a bird.” Gregor said, barely attempting to conceal his threat. To Catelyn’s surprise, Varys didn’t seem very much concerned by it.

“There will always be more birds. Mountains however - well those are a bit harder to replace.” Varys spoke softly. Catelyn’s eyebrows went to her forehead as the short, bald, fat man threatened the Mountain. Her eyebrows went even higher when she looked to Gregor and the man looked almost impressed. After a brief moment of looking at each other, Varys decided to get back to the matter at hand.

“Did you bring the blade?” He asked. Gregor, who had it in his waistband, pulled it out and handed it to him. Varys unsheathed the long dagger, which made Catelyn’s hands ache. He admired it for a moment.

“Valyrian steel.” He said, sounding moderately impressed

“Do you know whose dagger this is?” Catelyn asked, wanting to be done with this.

Varys pursed his thin lips and said, “I must admit, I do not.”

“Well, well - this is a historic day.” Petyr said from behind them. Catelyn turned back to him and arched an eyebrow. “Something you don’t know, that I do. There’s only one dagger like this in all of the Seven Kingdoms.” Petyr seemingly paused for effect before stating “It’s mine.”

“Yours? Catelyn asked in genuine surprise.

“At least it was.” Petyr continued. “Until the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day. I backed Ser Jaime in the jousting, along with half the court. When Loras Tyrell unhorsed him, many of us became a trifle poorer. Ser Jaime lost a hundred golden dragons, the queen lost an emerald pendant, and I lost my knife. Her Grace got the emerald back, but the winner kept the rest.”

“Speak plainly Petyr!” Catelyn finally said. “Who won your dagger?”

Petyr smiled as he said it - “Tyrion Lannister. The Imp”

Catelyn’s eyes went wide. It made sense. The Lannisters and the Starks and Tully’s always had hatred for each other. Went back to the days the Andals first landed on the continent. And there was already suspicion around Jon Arynn’s death, but why Tyrion? From her experience, he was the most approachable of all the Lannisters. Sure he was a vulgar whoremonger, but a murderer?

It seemed Gregor shared the same skepticism as he grunted, and shook his head. Petyr raised an eyebrow, and Varys looked at him with intrigue.

“Was there something you wanted to add, Ser Gregor?” Petyr asked, annoyance seeping into his voice.

“Not Tyrion.” Gregor said simply. Catelyn looked at him with surprise in her eyes.

“What do you mean?” She asked him plainly. He looked down at her briefly, then at Petyr, who looked uncomfortable under his gaze.

“It wasn’t Tyrion.” Gregor expounded. “He’s a wretched imp - not stupid. Who would arm an assassin with their own blade. Too rare - too recognizable.

“Yet here it is.” Petyr pointed out. “Right before us, or do we need to look at the wounds on Catelyn’s hands as well.”

“I must say, it would seem that Ser Gregor makes a rational point.” Varys chimed in. Petyr’s eyes angrily flashed at the eunuch.

“Well Ser Gregor, it is just a theory. One that at the moment is unchallenged.” Petyr said smoothly.

Catelyn turned fully to Gregor and placed her hand on his chest, a gesture very much noticed by Petyr and Varys. “Gregor, do you have a theory on what’s happening - who’s targeting my family?”

Gregor was silent for a moment. He didn’t speak much, but when he did his words were purposeful. “Ned Stark goes south - joins the King’s side.. Last Hand, Joyn Arynn, dead. North and Eyrie left without their male leaders. Other men might see it as an opportunity.

“Are you saying my family is being targeted in some kind of power grab?” Catelyn asked helplessly. “That my son was nearly killed for it.”

“Perhaps we need to examine Ser Gregor’s biases.” Petyr interjected. “He is after all a vassal of the Lannisters. Made a noble house because of them.”

“Just a theory.” Gregor said, almost mockingly. “I’m the one who saved the boy - twice. No more biased than the weapon of an assassin being able to be traced back to you.”

Petyr narrowed his eyes, but did not risk saying anything that would anger the much larger man. Varys saw a moment to step in.

“Whatever the case of these tragic and concerning events may be, Lady Stark must speak to her husband.”

“Of course.” Petyr agreed with a smile despite clearly not being happy “We should probably be off to court as is. Cat,, I’ll bring Ned here when I can. It will likely be in the evening once the day’s proceedings are done. I wouldn’t recommend leaving the establishment. I know It might not be to the level you’re accustomed to, but we don’t know who our friends are.”

He purposely looked at Gregor as he said that.

“I’ll help you find who made an attempt on your son’s life, I swear it Cat.” He finished adamantly.

“Thank you Petyr.” She responded earnestly. She heard a low growl from Gregor.

Petyr only took a few minutes to get dressed. He bid Catelyn a farewell before he went with Varys to the castle, leaving her and Gregor in his whore house.

Catelyn didn’t know what to do with all this new information and misinformation. She was overwhelmed and didn’t know what to think. The Lannisters were one thing, but the notion of someone trying to take The North and the Eyrie-

She sat down on one of the many couches and looked at her hands for a moment, before looking at Gregor.

“Do you really think someone’s trying to take the North?” She asked.

Gregor shrugged his large shoulders. “Starks conquered many kings to be the one Kings of the North. Greyjoys rose up not 10 years ago. North was a land of Savage kings, who all fell in line to the Starks.”

Catelyn mulled over his words in her head. What he was saying…made sense. Sure they kept their vassals happy, but they were once kings. One house wanted to return to those days, or multiple - it could be a whole conspiracy.”

“I-I don’t know what to believe. What to think.” Catelyn admitted quietly.

“Enough thinking.” Gregor said, taking a step forward. “Remove your dress.”

Catelyn’s head shot up and her eyes widened. “Now?”

“Yes, now.” Gregor stated simply. He lifted a brown eyebrow.
“I…we’re exposed here. Anyone could-”

“It’s a whorehouse.” Gregor said, cutting her off. “People fuck.”

He had her there

“You going to make me ask again?” Gregor asked, voice in a low growl. Catelyn chewed on her lip, and she pressed her thighs together. Well, maybe she needed to clear her mind before Ned arrived.

“No Gregor.” She said, standing and removing her dress.
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Gregor took their location seriously as he made it his goal to fuck her over every square inch of the Littlefinger’s whore house. She was sure the other tenants and whores could hear her screams and the brutal slapping of skin echo through the building.

After 2 straight hours of fucking, Gregor allowed Catelyn a short respite to rehydrate herself. She stumbled into an open room, naked as the day she was born, covered in sweat, and on shaky legs. She found a pitcher of wine and was about to bring it back to the room when she heard giggling behind her. She turned and standing in a doorway where two whores: a young blonde curly hair and red lips, and a woman of the Summer Isles, black skin glistening and her hair short.

“I didn't know Baelish got a new worker.” Said the blonde.

“She must be special.” Chimed in the islander. “Littlefinger talked to her in private - with the big man.”

“He must be the one making her scream like that.” The blonde added.

Catelyn’s mouth gaped open. They thought she was a whore. She wanted to say something in defense of her honor - that she was a highborn lady, their betters. But honestly she couldn’t blame them for the mistake - she did look quite like a whore at that very moment. She didn’t much feel like a lady these days either. Most of her time and energy were spent on Gregor’s cock. Maybe the whore life suited her. She had been propositioned by several men who thought she was for sale, but one look from Gregor scared them away. It felt good in a way - knowing he was there laying his claim to her cunt.

Catelyn shook her head, not knowing where that intrusive thought came from. She opened her mouth to say something, but not before Gregor stepped through the door behind her. He too was naked, massive rod bobbing between his legs. The two whores gasped when they saw it, looking a mixture of horrified and deeply intrigued.

“You’re taking too long.” He simply said. He brought his hand up, and grabbed a fistful of Catelyn’s red hair.

“B-but what about the wine?” She asked as Gregor began to pull.

“Fuck the wine.” He answered, before dragging her back into the room.

The next place he took her was at a window overlooking the entrance and the Street of Silk. She was bent over in half, on her tip-toes with her ass hiked up to be level with Gregor’s waist. He had a firm grip on her hips, thrusting forward in hard brutal thrusts. Catelyn had to brace herself on the window sill - she thought he might fuck her right out the window.

“Gregorr-oh GODS.” She moaned loudly, trying to push herself back to meet the rocking of his hips. Her tits swung under her, dripping the accumulated sweat from the hours of fucking. Despite the countless times they’ve had sex - she always felt like she was being split open in the best way imaginable, like she could die at any moment from a mind shattering orgasm that would finally make her heart give out.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP

The mostly opaque curtains of the window kept anyone from seeing her really, but she thought about what they would think if they did. The peasants and commoners who scrounge up enough to have a night with their favorite woman - would they see her and be envious of the man currently behind her. Would they see the Lady of Winterfell as nothing more than a flea bottom whore.

No - If she was a whore, she would be an expensive one. One that would only service men like The Mountain - and there were no other men like The Mountain.

A harsh slap to her ass brought her back from her thoughts to her reality of being fucked within an inch of her life again. She squeezed her eyes closed and gritted her teeth, feeling the familiar feeling of her peak drawing near.

Suddenly, she heard a loud band coming from downstairs, right outside the window. Catelyn’s eyes shot open, startled, and she leaned forward, peeking her head through the curtains and looking down to the street.

It was Ned. And Littlefinger. Ned had Littlefinger pressed against the door of the brothel by his throat, obviously seething.

Catelyn tried to push herself back, but she had nowhere to go with Gregor’s rod lodged in her, and he wasn’t budging, maintaining a firm grip on her hips. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder desperately.

“My Husband is downstairs.” She whispered pleadingly. All she got in return was a stony face as she always did.

“Yes.” Gregor spoke. “And soon he’ll be upstairs.”

Gregor gave an extra hard thrust of his hips, causing Catelyn to yell out, and her head to peek through the window. Ned looked up, seeing her there. She had enough sense to wrap the curtains around her neck, blocking Ned’s view of inside.

“Catelyn?” Her husband said in surprise.

“N-Ned.” Catelyn returned, trying to maintain a semblance of composure as Gregor continued to drill into her from behind.

“See.” Littlefinger stated, rubbing his throat where Ned had grabbed him. “She’s inside, just as I said.

This was wrong, her husband was right there, but a few dozen feet below her, and here she was, getting fucked like a not particurarly expensive whore. Gregor continued to grind his hips in her, churning her cunt at an agonizingly slow pace. She brought her head back inside the window and looked over shoulder back at Gregor.

“Please…” She begged, not exactly sure what she was begging for: begging to be spared the shame of being seen being fucked in such a fashion, begging to come again. Whichever it was, it seemed Gregor seemed to spare her, as he grabbed her tightly by her hips and gave two hard, full thrusts of his massive length, enough to send Catelyn over the edge. She shuddered as she came, squirting her juices down between her now jelly-like legs. Gregor pulled himself free of her cunt, allowing her to fall to her knees, still spasming.

“We’ll finish this up later.” He said plainly. “Better hurry. Husband coming upstairs. Wouldn’t want to create a scenario where I have to kill him.”

A semblance of sense came back to Catelyn through her orgasmic haze, and she nodded. She scrambled to her feet, and quickly began searching for her dress. The brothel was 3 stories, and generally very active, so that would slow Ned down, but she only had moments before he’d be in front of her. She found her dress, and quickly pulled it over her head. She grabbed a towel to wipe away most of the sweat on her face and neck, and downed some wine to cover the smell of cock and cum from her breath. She finished her cleanup right as Ned entered the room, followed by Littlefinger. Petyr looked at her suspiciously, noting the state of her hair and flushed face, but Ned didn’t seem interested in any of that.

“Ned, I-”

“What are you doing here?” Ned asked, cutting her off.

“No one would come looking for me he-”

“I don’t mean the BROTHEL.” Ned said, voice evident that he wasn’t too keen about that fact. “What are you doing in King’s Landing? It’s not safe for you here.”

“Don’t worry Lord Stark.” Said Gregor, walking into the main area. He had slipped on his large shirt and breeches, making Ned none the wiser of what he had been doing just moments prior. “No harm shall come to the lady while I am here.”

Ned turned to Clegane and frowned. “Ser Gregor, you escorted my wife to the capital?”

“By my charge Ned.” Catelyn interrupted. She stepped closer to her husband “We must talk, talk of serious dangers against our family.

Ned looked at his wife for a moment, before looking to Gregor and back at Baelish.

“Gentleman, may we have the room.”

Petyr smiled slyly as he always did, and bowed his head. “Of course Lord Stark. I’m sure you and your wife have much to talk about.”

Gregor and Baelish left the room leaving the Starks alone.
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Petyr and the Mountain walked down to the first floor, to Petyr’s library he kept down there. Gregror didn’t need to follow the man, he just took slight pleasure in making the man uncomfortable.

“What’s your game here Clegane?” Petyr suddenly said, looking up at him.

“Game?” Gregor repeated flatly, arching a large eyebrow.

“Your game with the Lady Stark.” Petyr stated. “You two seem close in a short period of time. She’s a Stark and a Tully. She should despise you, even without your…reputation.”

“I saved her son. Twice.” Gregor said.

“Aye, that you did.” Petyr returned, perhaps a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Tell me, do you believe your wild theory about the Northern Lords - or are you just working in the interest of your Lions?”

“No more wild than accusing Tyrion.” Gregor claimed. “The imp is many things. Murderer isn’t one of them. Doesn’t have the stomach for it like he does wine and whores.”

“Yes, I suppose you’d be an expert in that field.” Petyr commented smartly. Gregor didn’t respond, but took a half step toward the Master of Coin. The smaller man’s eyes widened and he took a step back, as one might do if a bear was looming down on them. “Ser Gregor, I meant no-”

“I don’t like you Bealish.” Gregor said plainly. “You think you’re more clever than you are.”

Petyr laughed nervously, and showed his hands. “Ser Clegane - we really aren’t very different. We’re both servants of the realm, and very good at our jobs.”

“And what is your job exactly?”

“I’m the Master of Coin.”

“Right. Master of Coin.”

Gregor let his words hang in the air, and Petyr sweating. He then went to go find an unlucky red headed whore to keep him occupied
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“What do you mean you’ll do NOTHING?”

Catelyn couldn’t believe her ears.

Ned sighed wearily and ran his hand through his hair. “I did not say I would do nothing. But I cannot act on insufficient evidence.”

“We have-”

“A dagger which can easily be said was stolen, and an unfounded theory accusing some of my lost loyal vassals.”

Catelyn wanted to do nothing more but to slap her husband across the face. After everything she just told her, the assassination attempt, the valeyrian dagger, Ned refused to act. She shook her head and glared at him.

“Everyday we do nothing, our family, our children are in danger.” Catelyn tried. “The king is your friend is he not?”

“And the Queen is a Lannister.” Ned countered.

“He doesn’t even LIKE her.”

“That isn’t the point. What would you have me do, Cat? I can not make a move against the Lannisters unless I can back it up. Say I make an official accusation and say Rob believes me and takes my side - the crown is millions in debt to Tywin Lannister. He could choke the city of resources, the whole Kingdom.

“I don’t CARE about the Kingdom.” Catelyn seethed. “I care about our family, our children, Ned.”

“And they are safest if I don’t make any grand moves.” Ned stated. “If there is a conspiracy against us, we cannot draw any attention to ourselves.”

“Ned, there isn’t time-”

“Rushing into something he didn’t fully understand is what got my brother killed.” Ned said sadly.

‘Your brother was a MAN. A man who acted’ Catelyn wanted to say, but all she could do was glare at him with hate. He scrubbed a hand over his face.

“Until we know who our enemies are, we must tread lightly.” He said, earning a derisive scoff from his wife. “You are to do nothing. I know you Cat, this is for your own safety, you have to understand.”

Catelyn looked at the ground, fisting her dress in her hands. “At least…let me see the girls.”

“You know I can’t.” Ned said, shaking his head. “It’s too dangerous. I’m sorry.”

Well, that was that then. They stood across for a moment, neither of them speaking. Ned moved forward in an attempt to embrace his wife, but she turned away from him. His face scrunched, hurt, but he didn’t press it. Instead, he moved to the door and opened it.

“You should get back to Winterfell as soon as you can. Preferably today, tomorrow at the latest. I will speak with Littlefinger and we’ll investigate these matters.”

He started to walk out of the room when Catelyn spoke.

“This is three times you’ve abandoned me now.” She said, voice eerily flat. He looked back at her, hurt in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could say, before leaving the room, and leaving her there, alone.
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Little Finger gave Catelyn the private back room to sleep in for the night. It was usually reserved for King Robert, but he was rotated between Littlefinger’s brothel and Chataya's brothel, so it was open. There were strict orders for none of the whores or patrons to go back there with threat of being thrown out on the street.

Catelyn shut herself in the room, her body full of dread.

She had come to him, traveled for nearly a month to protect their family, and he had all but assured her that he’d do nothing. None of this would be happening if he had never left, if he hadn’t abandoned her once more. Catelyn wanted to cry, but she was beyond tears - just a dull anguish, and hatred of the man she once thought she could learn to love after his brother.

She had been wrong.

The door of the room creaked open. Catelyn looked up to see Gregor enter the room.

“Gregor.” She said, not sure what she was calling to him for. She knew he couldn’t alleviate the heaviness of her heart or the worry she had for her family-

But he could give her the next best thing.

She stood from the bed she was sitting on, and walked toward him and near leapt into his arms. He caught her, one large hand holding her up below the curve of her ass. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard and full. His mouth opened. It was wet, sloppy, his tongue pushing into her mouth and filling it. It reminded her of how Brandon used to kiss her, so fierce and excited. He squeezed her bottom with his large hand, eliciting a moan from her. She pulled back and looked at him.

“Get on the bed.” She panted. “Get on the bed and I’ll do all the work.”

Gregro just grunted, placing Catelyn back on the ground before moving toward the bed. He stripped off his shirt and pants before laying on his back in his nude glory, intimidating cock already growing.

Catelyn couldn’t get her dress off fast enough, sliding down her body and almost tripping over it to get on the bed. She climbed on the bed and straddled the man’s wide frame facing away from him. His cock rested between her thighs pressing against her cunt and stomach. Gregor reached forward and gave her ass a hard slap, sending the flesh jiggling. She slowly stood, legs on either side of his body. She shifted so that his proudly standing cock was aligned with her slit, before beginning to squat down on his length. She didn’t care about the pain of him stretching her, she just wanted to be filled.

She slammed herself down on his cock, whole body shuddering as he filled her, twisted her insides to accommodate his inhuman size.

“Yesssss.” Catelyn hissed in pleasure, These last few months Gregor had brought her more happiness, more pleasure than her husband had in years. Perhaps it was a shallow, sensuous happiness, but it was happiness all the same. She leaned her body forward, the best she could with his cock lodged in her. She rested her small hands on his hard thighs, and with her feet flat on the mattress of the bed, pushed herself up his length several inches, before slamming herself back down.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

She bounced herself on his cock, moaning lewdly like a whore in a way that harmonized with the other moans that sounded through the establishment. She found herself very much at home as she rode him wildly, slamming herself as hard as she could on his cock. Gregor simply watched as she worked, hands resting behind his head as he laid there on some very comfortable pillows.

He used her, and she used him - he was her stress relief after a day of anxiety and disappointment. As his cock slid in and out of her, bulged in her stomach and ruined her cunt, Catelyn’s subconscious thought of him as a savior, near divinity - a man who seemed to give her everything she needed, even the dark desires she didn’t even know were there.

“Gregor, Gregor, yes - YES!”

She moaned loud enough that anyone who was passing the room could definitely hear her clearly, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to come, riding his cock like her very life depended on it.

Close, so close. Her eyes were squeezed shut, focusing on the sensation and pleasure, riding higher and higher.

“Well - this is not how I expected to see you.”

And then she came crashing down. Her eyes shot open - she hadn’t even heard the door opening. Standing in the dark doorway was Petyr Baelish with a very strange look on her face. He had seen them, he had seen everything.

“Petyr!” Catelyn gasped, not knowing what else to say. She covered her breasts and she stood, Gregor’s cock sliding free from her cunt with a bit of effort. She tried to move forward, but her legs went to jelly under her, causing her to fall face first on the bed. She pushed herself up on her hands, looking up at Petyr. Gregor pulled his lug up, and swung them around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at their unwanted guest with a flat, annoyed expression on his face. Catelyn grabbed the covers from the bed, and pulled them over herself.

“Well, I feel like we’re well past the point of modesty.” Littlefinger said, stepping fully in the room and closing the door behind him.

“Petyr, I-” Catelyn began, without a real plan of what she was going to say. There was no excuse, no mistake in what he had seen.

“You know, I was curious about the relationship between you two.” Petyr spoke. “How close you seemed to be, like one might be with their sworn shield. I guess it all makes sense now.”

“Petyr, listen to me-”

“But, Gregor Clegane? Of all people. Ned never stood a chance, now did he.” The Master of Coin laughed.

Catelyn squeezed her eyes closed and angled her head down to the ground. This couldn’t be happening. She looked to Gregor for any kind of guidance, but the man just maintained his stoic face.

“Oh Cat.” Petyr spoke, softening his voice. He crossed the room halfway, standing before her. “I’m not judging you, really. But you see, you’ve placed me in a…compromising position.”

‘YOU’RE in a compromising position?’ She thought, but didn’t voice it, allowing Petyr to continue.

“What I’ve seen here, well I’ll certainly never be able to forget it. Eddard is my fellow small councilman. We meet near everyday. I fear I might not be able to keep something like this from him. I’d owe it to him as a fellow member of the Small Council…But of course, you’re such an old friend. Family really. Of course certain things can be arranged, forgotten, for friends and family.

Catelyn looked him in the eye, knowing the glint that laid behind his off green eyes. He had always been so good at making favorable situations for himself by knowing things that he shouldn’t. And right now she supposed he thought himself to have landed a rather large catch. Petyr gilded closer, kneeling down in front of Catelyn. He placed a hand on Catelyn’s thigh that peeked through the covers.

And It’s been so long since we’ve spent any real time together.” Petyr said softly, hand slightly rubbing her leg. It trailed upward, moving to dangerous territory.

Claimed territory.

Gregor moved faster than a man his size should be able to. Petyr’s wrist was in Gregor’s large hand before he realized what happened. The large, and still very nude man, stood, pulling Petyr’s wrist up to his chest, causing the much smaller man to go to his tip toes. Littlefinger’s eyes flashed with panic, and he fumbled for the dagger in his waist. When he pulled it free, Gregor batted it away, knocking it from his hand like a child.

“Unhand me!” Petyr demanded, not sounding very threatening at all. Gregor made no move to release him, squeezing hard on his wrist causing the man to squeal. Petyr looked in panic at Cat. “Tell him to release me. I know…I know-”

“Petyr.” Catelyn spoke, voice icy. “You’ve put me in a compromising position.”

She saw fear flash in Petyr’s eyes, and couldn’t find it in herself to find very much sympathy. He always was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. Always overstepping.

“Wait! Wait, I’m a member of the small council - they’ll know I’m missing. The guards earlier will attest-”

“The ones you didn’t give my name?” Catelyn countered.

“My workers, they’ll-”

“Find one of the many other fine establishments for work.”

It was dawning on Petyr just how untenable of a position he put himself in. Threats weren’t working. Now came begging.

“Please Cat - I’ll forget I saw anything. As far as anyone knows, you’re not even here.”

Catelyn didn’t respond, instead looking at Gregor, who simply glanced back at her. Naturally neither of them very much believed Petyr. Gregor began to lift his free hand to Littlefinger’s head.”

“No, no!” He screamed.

“Wait.” Catelyn suddenly said.

She looked at Petyr in this moment, and saw the small boy she grew up with in the Riverlands. Scared, shaking, eyes wide - just like the day he dueled Brandon Stark for her hand in marriage. Despite who he was, she still had history with him, good and bad. On the day of that duel so many years ago, she had begged Brandon to spare him. She supposed she had another act of mercy within her.

“Don’t kill him.” She said carefully. Gregor looked at her, arching an eyebrow and Petyr nearly melted with relief. However Gregor understood the veiled meaning in her request.

“Right or Left.” Gregor asked, looking down at Baelish,

“What?” The smaller man asked in confusion.

Gregor squeezed hard on Petyr’s captured wrist, before repeating more sternly, “Right or left?”

“Ah! For the sake of the Seven! Left!”

Without as much as a hint of warning, Gregor swept Petyr’s legs from under him with a large foot. Petyr fell to the ground on his back, and before he could try and get back up, Gregor knelt down and grabbed Petyr by his left ankle and knee.

“What are you doing?” Petyr asked in a panic.

“Left.” Gregor simply repeated. Then suddenly Gregor crossed his arms across his chest, pushing Baelish’s knee and ankle in opposite directions. There was a loud pop as Petyr’s kneecap came displaced, and his leg bent at a grotesque unnatural angle. Petyr let out a scream in pain, only to have Gregor’s large hand cover his mouth a moment later. “Keep up that caterwauling, and her word won’t save you, little man”

Petyr forced himself to calm down despite the unimaginable pain. Catelyn stood from the bed, draping the covers over her body and looked down at the man she ‘once’ called a little brother. He looked like he did on that day, right after Brandon Stark nearly cut out his heart. His eyes brimming near tears, looking at her pathetically for help.

“Petyr, you were never as smart as you thought you were.” Catelyn said, almost sadly. “You saw me and Gregor, and now your life depends on you keeping our secret. Ned is an honorable man, even if that’s all he is. Even if you told him of us, he wouldn’t send assassins to kill Gregor in his sleep. He’d attempt to do the honorable thing and challenge him to a duel. That would mean he’d die. And after, that would mean YOU die.”

“Nothing by the new gods or old would keep me from getting to you, little man.” Gregor threatened. Petyr believed him.

Catelyn continued to look down at Petyr, eyes full of disdain.

“I want to say the capital has changed you, but that would be a lie. You were always like this.” She stated. Petyr cast his eyes downward, looking away from her.

“We should go.” Catelyn said, looking at Gregor.

“No.” Gregor responded.

“No?”

“No.” He repeated. I told you earlier we’d finish up what we started earlier. Not leaving until we do. Get the fuck on the bed.”

Catelyn’s eyes went wide, and she felt her cunt drip. Gods, he was more of a man than anyone in the whole Seven Kingdoms. She looked to Petyr, who looked in horror at the two of them. She supposed a broken leg was a light sentence. She looked back at The Mountain and said. “Yes, of course Gregor.”

She threw off the covers, exposing herself once more. She got on the bed on all fours, making sure she faced Petyr clearly. Gregor climbed on the bed, and mounted her from behind.

Petyr could do nothing beside look on in abject terror and shame, and The Mountain did things to Catelyn that he never, ever would.
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