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The Humiliation of Lyanna Mormont	By : Meowshi Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 13397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The giant’s penis was far less preserved than that of the Night’s King. It was an appalling, rotting mass of decayed flesh. grey and discolored, with patches of sickly green lichen growing on the surface. Clusters of wriggling maggots swim in the putrid pools that have formed on the diseased rod. The penis reeked of putrefaction, and the air around the thing was so thick with the stench that it made it hard for Lyanna to breathe without feeling nauseous. Fortunately, she had already emptied her stomach of everything she had eaten.
Although the giant had no blood pumping in its body, its penis began to plump up and rise thanks to the dark magic of his eternal master. The sound of his dead cock springing to life was like the screeching whine of a dying tree finally succumbing to its weight and splintering apart.
“Seven save me!!” Lyanna wailed to the heavens as the giant pressed up against her already bruised and bleeding entrance.
The giant speared her through with its massive, rotting cock, pushing Lyanna’s distended vagina back up into her body. The young girl let out a bloodcurdling, high-pitched shriek, so loud that it was heard throughout the entire keep. The woman and children huddled in the crypts clasped their hands tightly over their ears, assuming that the Night’s King had legioned a swamp wraith or banshee to his army. No human could make sounds like that.
Because of its immense size, the giant couldn't actually enter the girl vaginally; rather it tore into her lower body as it thrust its dead cock inside her, ripping her anus and vagina into one solid, gaping hole. Blood ran down her thighs, black as ink. It flowed freely from the girl's ravaged genitals, splashing onto the ground in thick puddles that were deep enough for a man’s boot to sink into. The loss of blood didn’t do much to stem the agonizing pain that Lyanna was feeling, but she did take some small comfort in knowing that she would likely die soon.
The giant didn't buck its hips into the girl, as she was far too small for that to be a viable option. Instead, it lifted her up and down its cock, using her body as a sort of fleshy masturbatory aid, like the sort they produced in the Free City of Lys. Each time Lyanna was dragged up the giant's vile cock and brought back down upon it, she felt the skin between her thighs ripping and a new series of bones cracking in response. Her stomach ballooned out hideously as the dead cock was forced deeper and deeper inside of her. It didn’t take long for the giant to reach its climax and the behemoth grumbled deeply as it released the contents of its dead balls into the screaming girl. The monster’s cum was diseased and dead, bearing a sickly yellow-green pallor and being as clumpy as cooked eggs. The vile liquid flooded into the girl’s innards, pouring out of her mouth and nose in quantities that the men of Winterfell would not have thought possible were they not witnessing it. Lyanna writhed miserably as cum began dripping out of her ears and even trickling out from behind her eyes. Tyrion Lannister wobbled on his feet and then vomited over the side of the Winterfell's battlements. He had never before seen a maid fucked so hard that she wept cum.
Is this how I die? Spewing this creature's vile excrement from every hole in my body? I wanted to die on my feet! Like a lady! Like a be—
Her thoughts were cut off as the Night's King smiled wickedly and raised his hands once more, silently signaling some new order to the giant. Lyanna's breath caught in her throat as she prepared for what would likely be the last experience of her short life.
The giant slammed the girl down onto its crotch as hard as it could, causing its cock to thrust out of her belly in a brilliant spray of blood and bile. Lyanna gasped wordlessly as she was belly-popped, losing the ability to form words and sound as her lungs were torn apart. Her entrails slid out of the gaping hole its penis had torn through her, hanging loosely from her belly like serpents uncoiling from their den and spewing steaming feces and blood onto the ground beneath her. Even hardened warriors like Beric Dondarrion and Lord Yohn Royce felt their stomachs heaving with revulsion as they saw such a brave young girl defiled and dismembered. With her final breath, she looked out onto the ramparts as her beloved Northmen stared back at her with disgust and amazement. She died shitting herself and being impaled by a gargantuan dead cock.
Unfortunately, Lyanna's shame and degradation continued well beyond her tragic passing. As soon as her life ended, the wights that had been waiting motionless suddenly sprang into action and resumed their attack on the keep. They began clambering up the ramparts and surging through the castle’s walls, maiming and devouring everything in their path. The giant forgot about the girl’s corpse hanging from its hard cock and proceeded to rip through Winterfell’s fortified walls, grabbing defenders and shoving them in his rotting mouth. The giant loomed over Winterfell, its monstrous form illuminated by the burning wreckage of the keep before it. It forgot about the girl's corpse hanging limply from its hardened member, and with an unearthly roar, it lunged forward, slamming through the fortifications with ease. His gaping maw opened wide as he snatched up defenseless guards and shoved them inside, where their screams were muffled by his putrid breath. Through whatever foul magic allowed it to get erect in the first place, the giant’s cock refused to deflate, and every time the defenders of Winterfell clashed with the giant, they were met with the sight of Lyanna's naked corpse hanging limply from its swollen male organ.
Eventually, like most of Winterfell's dead, Lyanna’s corpse eventually rose as a wight itself. As the wight was fully impaled on the giant’s cock, there wasn’t much for it to contribute to the fight against the living. It simply writhed and snarled from atop the giant’s hard phallus, sending a shiver of fright and disgust into every warrior who happened to see it.
As the hours passed, the army of the living had managed to drive back the dead to the barbican and portcullis located a few miles south of the castle. The Night King's attempt to put fear into the defenders but brutalizing Lyanna had backfired, and the warriors of Winterfell had become even more determined knowing what awaited them if they were defeated by the scion of death. Cobb Bright-Eyes used his longbow to shoot down the corpses who dared try to get closer, while Alys Karstark supplied backup with her ironwood shortbow. Cobb, being a commoner, never thought he'd be fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with such an important noblewoman; yet there they were. He was impressed by the lass, who seemed determined and fearless, but her hand flew up to her throat when she spotted something from afar.
He followed her gaze to the undead giant from earlier. The behemoth was fighting a group of Unsullied spearmen, bowling them over like toy soldiers; but it wasn't the size of the creature that had caused his companion to gasp. It was the fact resting on the giant's filthy cock was Lyanna's reawakened corpse, snarling and spitting like a feral animal. Cobb felt his legs going weak and something in his heart broke. As the sole survivor of the sixty-two men Lyanna had led from Bear Island, he had felt bitter resentment toward her for their deaths, which he attributed to her lack of courage and poor leadership. But now as he looked at her pitifully writhe atop the rotting cock of a dead giant, he knew he could not allow her to suffer anymore. He was a proud Bear Islander after all.
Despite the fact that he could only see out of one eye, he was still able to draw an arrow from his quiver and shoot it into Lyanna's head. The wight shrieked as the shaft pierced its skull, then went still for good. He prayed silently to gods, old and new, for the safe passage of her soul into the afterlife.
Though he suspected that she would wind up in wherever in the Seven Hells cowardly whores go when they die.
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