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The North Forgot	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 83464 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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It had been a few days since the King arrived in Winterfell, and the wanderlust had all but worn off for Arya. She had only been able to speak 2 words to the King before either she was sent off to do some menial lesson with the Septa, or the King lost interest and went to go find her father. She had expected to hear grand tales about the war, controlling the Seven Kingdoms, SOMETHING.
But no, King Robert was more interested in getting drunk, and sneaking off to be with ladies of the night.
Well, at least there was Joffrey.
Arya was too proud to admit it, but she might have developed a crush on the young blonde prince. But not like her sister, who liked Joffrey BECAUSE her was a prince.
No.
Though they only had a brief conversation, Arya figured that the prince was something unique. He didn’t baby her when he talked to her. That was a unique feature for high-born men, who thought Arya to be some delicate flower.
Often, she found herself watching the prince. Not stalking, surely not, but watching him throughout his day in different places. Joffrey was often with The Mountain, who acted as his personal guard. He’d walk around Winterfell, in the various courtyards and open areas. He didn’t ever seem to enjoy it, likely bothered by the cold. Southern people never could handle the cold of The North.
Sansa also would attach herself to his hip. She’d be chittering into his ear, smiling ear to ear, swoon at his very presence.
It made Arya feel ill.
Her sister was always blind. She couldn’t even see that Joffrey clearly wanted nothing to do with her. It was only his instilled high-born manners that he didn’t tell her to fuck off. Though she couldn’t completely blame Sansa for not seeing the signs. Their fathers planned to marry the pair of them off. Arya found herself feeling saddened at the thought, as well with a tinge of jealousy.
Besides walking around the hold, there was one other spot that Joffrey had been visiting. On the eastern end of Winter Town, there was a slight wooded area. It was considerably safer than the Wolfwood and close enough to the town that children and the inexperienced could go into it without protection. Joffrey would ride into the woods, without Clegane, around late afternoon, and be back before the sunset.
Arya had initially thought that he was sneaking off with Sansa, to get up to Gods knew what. Luckily that theory was quickly dashed when Arya saw Sansa, stumbling around and looking for him.
Arya decided that she would follow the prince, curious to what he was getting up to. Arya had always been a rather sneaky child; she could get in and out of most places with relative ease. She waited in Winter Town, by the path the prince usually took. Sure enough, Joffrey came trotting through on his horse, entering the woods. Arya trailed behind him on foot, slightly off the path. He wasn’t in a rush, so she didn’t have to strain herself keeping up.
After riding on the path for a few minutes, Joffrey abruptly cut into the woods. Arya followed, but lost sight of him.
Now what could the prince be doing where he didn’t want anyone to see him?
Arya was able to find the horse’s tracks, and followed them until she got to a small clearing in the trees. Eventually she found the horse, tied to a small tree, but still no Joffrey. Suddenly, there was the sound of a ‘THUNK’. Then another, and another after that. Arya followed the sound to its source, and sure enough, there was Joffrey, and in his hands was a crossbow.
Joffrey leveled the crossbow, aiming at something. Arya followed his line of sight, and about 15 yards away, was 3 dead rabbits, all shot right in their heads. He was aiming at a fourth, that hopped into the path. He pulled the trigger, and the bolt flew through the air, striking the rabbit right between its little eyes.
“Wow!” Arya exclaimed before she could stop herself. Joffrey spun around, crossbow lifted. Arya was lucky that he didn’t reload the bolt, or she might’ve been just like those little rabbits. When he saw that it was her, his face was at first angry, and then a bit panic stricken.
“What are you doing here girl!” He demanded, eyes looking around. He seemed worried that there might be other people watching.
“Better question is what are YOU doing here?” She countered. She stepped out where he could see her better, then looked toward the dead rabbits littering the ground.
“Did you do all of that?” She asked. Joffrey went red in the face, he opened his mouth, as if to come up with an excuse, before closing it again. Arya walked closer to the dead rabbits, examining them.
“Wow…..you’re really accurate! How did you get so good?” She asked with sudden childlike excitement. Joffrey’s eyebrows shot up. That certainly was not the reaction he expected. He stared at her, searching for a hidden agenda in her face.
“You’re….not scared?” He asked carefully. Arya gave him a queer look.
“Why would I be scared?” She asked as if talking to a child. Truth is, she wasn’t. In fact, she was throughly impressed. It was no secret that Arya was not like most high-born women. She was interested in weaponry and and warfare. While her sister was sewing and reading poems about brave heroes, Arya was playing with blades, and reading epic poems about armies and cities being crushed. Her parents tried to “correct” her, punish her for playing with weapons, giving her double lessons with the Septa, but all attempts always failed.
Joffrey was still staring her, obviously unsure of what to say. She could tell by his reaction, that his….hobby was something that was frowned upon by others close to him. Arya could sympathize with that.
“Honestly, it’s impressive. 4 rabbits, likely moving when you shot them. And I don’t see any other bolts, so that means you hit all your shots.” She praised. Slowly, a smile spread across Joffrey’s face, and he puffed out his chest.
“Well…yeah, I’ve been practicing since I was a small boy. I’m with the crossbow as my uncle is with his sword.” He boasted. Arya smiled at the return of his signature bravado.
“Does it have a name?”
“What?”
“Every weapon needs a name.”
Joffrey thought for a second.
“Will-breaker.” He answered.
Arya almost felt herself shiver.
“Would you like to try it?” He asked, presenting the crossbow to her.
Arya had never shot a crossbow before. Her father was more traditional, and his guards mostly were armed with traditional bows and arrows, which she found herself to be rather proficient with. She nodded her head, and Joffrey handed her the crossbow.
It was lighter than she thought. She looked around for a target. A small crow. That would do nicely. Arya aimed, and the fired. She wasn’t used to the recoil that came with a crossbow, and her shot was off.
“Shit” she cursed. Joffrey snorted behind her.
“Here, let me show you.” He said, walking up behind her. The wraps his arms around her arms, guiding them into place. Her face went red at his touch. Once he positioned her arms, he slid his hands down her sides, right under her ribcage.
“You want to use your shoulder to steady your shot. Keep your abdomen tight.”
His hands slid down her stomach. It tickled.
“You want to have your feet staggered a bit, back leg planted”
He let his hands fall to her hips, holding them in place. Arya held her breath, partially to steady her shot, partially to keep herself from whimpering.
“My, your hips-” Joffrey said under his breathe. He didn’t intend for her to hear him, but she did.
Arya suddenly pulled away and turned to him, face distraught.
“Why would you say that?” She whispered harshly. Joffrey gave her a confused look.
“What? What are you on about?” He asked defensively.
Shit
Arya hadn’t meant to make a scene. She hadn’t meant to wear her insecurities on her sleeve. She dropped the crossbow, and tried to move past Joffrey. He grabbed her by the arm, stopping her in her tracks.
“Let me go” She demanded, trying to tug her arm out of his grasp.
“Did I offend you in some way?” He asked genuinely. Arya stood silent for a minute.
“What? Me mentioning your hips?”
“Don’t talk about them!” She said louder than she meant.
“It’s a bloody compliment.” Joffrey replied. Arya snorted at that.
“Hardly……my sister makes fun of me for it all the time.” Arya said, looking at her feet.
Joffrey rolled his eyes, before tugging on Arya’s arm, causing her to spin into his chest. He then wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place. Joffrey was a whole head and a half taller than Arya, so she had to look up to see his face.
“Leave it to your air-head sister to make you ashamed of your gift.” Joffrey said, slowly rubbing his hands on her hips. Arya squirmed a bit at his touch.
“My gift?” She questioned. Joffrey smiled down at her.
“Yes, your gift.” He replied, letting his hands slide down to her ample backside. Arya gasped has his hands came into contact with her ass. He began rubbing each cheek slowly, before sinking his fingers into them through her dress. Arya’s eyes were wide as she stared up at him. He acted as if his groping of her was completely normal.
“Most high born women would kill for your birthing hips.” He said as he continued to palm her ass. Arya mewled at his touch, relaxing and allowing him to knead her like dough. “Means you made to be bred.”
Arya’s face went completely scarlet at his words. He was so direct, so casually vulgar. Arya an unfamiliar wetness between her thighs. She thought she was somehow sweating in the cool weather. Joffrey bent down to whisper into her ear.
“With hips like yours, I’d be shocked if your husband let you out of the bedroom. They’d keep you in the bed, and pump child after child into you, strengthening their blood line. Creating a dynasty with each stroke.” He groaned into her ear. His hands never stopped groping her bubble butt, kneading and pulling at her cheeks. Arya fully shuddered at his words and ministrations.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He finished, giving her right cheeks a casual slap for good measure. Arya swallowed a groan as she shivered in place. Finally, Joffrey slid his hands back up to her waist, pulling back to fully look at her.
“Feel better?” He asked through a smirk. Arya let out a breathy laugh.
“I feel definitely SOMETHING.” She said, trying to catch her breath that she didn’t even know she lost. Joffrey just gave her another smirk.
“Good. Now, let’s kill some things.”
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Catelyn was in full panic mode.
Arya was missing.
She knew the rules. She was to be home, back in the walls of Winterfell by dusk, and if she ever left, to bring one of the guardsmen. It was now an hour after sundown, and none of the guards had even been aware that she let the keep.
Despite how difficult Arya was at times, this was a rule she NEVER broke.
Something must have happened. She must have gotten hurt, or lost or-
Or Clegane.
Since the night at the springs, Cat felt as if The Mountain was watching her. She felt like she always saw him in the corner of her eyes, but when she looked, he was never there, impressive for a man of her side. She had wondered if some form of retribution was coming for how she spoke to him that night.
And now she worried that she had her answer.
That beast of a man must’ve done something to her youngest daughter. Her heart raced at the thought.’
She had to find Ned.
Catelyn looked throughout the keep, but couldn’t find her husband. She asked a servant, who revealed that Ned was with King Robert at the encampment for the King’s men. She hurried to the encampment, entering the largest tent amongst many. Inside, she found her husband, The King, a mixture of the King’s and Ned’s men, and-
The Mountain.
“Catelyn, I’m glad you’re here, maybe you can-“ Began Robert. Catelyn ignored him, and marched right up to Clegane.
“YOU.” She growled out. Ned and Robert looked at her in complete shock. Clegane just raised a black eyebrow at her.
“Where is my daughter Clegane?” She demanded, eyes glaring up at him. Clegane remained silent, face impassive. Ned walked up behind her.
“Catelyn, what is the meaning of this?”
“Arya is missing Ned. She’s never broken the dusk rule.” She said looking back at him, before turning his attention back to The Mountain. “And I know, he has something to do with it.”
“That’s a strong accusation Cat. Joffrey is also nowhere to be found as well. Maybe they’re together.” Interjected Robert.
The prince was also gone. She supposed that could explain-
No. That didn’t make sense. As far as she knew, Her daughter hadn’t spoken two words to the prince. Plus, Arya had no interests in boys. Why would they be together, with no one knowing where they were?
“Don’t Cat me Robert.” She said harshly. “You brought this man into our home. You know the things he’s done. Until we get to the bottom of this, I want him in chains.”
Robert’s face turned red with anger, but surprisingly held his tongue. Ned stepped in.
“Cat, I know you’re worried, but you can’t just speak to the king lik-“
“And don’t you ‘Cat’ me either Eddard!” She only used his given name when she was furious. “Our daughter is missing.” She said defiantly. She was appalled that Ned was being so passive about this, about having this monster in their home. She had wanted to tell them about the night of the feast. About how Clegane broke their house rules. About how he spoke to her. About how he exposed himself, and that horse cock between his legs to her; how he could have ravished her. She didn’t as she believed it would cause trouble, but now her daughter was missing, and her blame fell squarely on the Mountain. Who else could it fall on?
Ned looked back at Robert. Robert looked at Ned, and simply nodded.
“Guards, take Gregor Clegane to the dungeons until we figure out what’s going on.” Ned commanded. His guardsmen seemed hesitant. Why wouldn’t they be. They knew the same stories she had.
Surprisingly, Clegane complied. He removed his weapon from his side, and let the men lead him out of the tent. On his way out, he gave a glance to Catelyn. Catelyn didn’t back down, maintaining his gaze as he passed her.
Catelyn found herself thinking about how nice his eyes looked/
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It was an hour after Clegane had been taken to the castle dungeons, that Joffrey and Arya rode into Winterfell. Catelyn, Ned, as well as the King and Queen rushed down to great them, both relieved and angry.
“Where have you been boy!”
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Why would you go without a guard? Without telling anyone?”
The torrent of question flew at the pair, clearly not realizing the commotion they had made.
Joffrey began to speak, to come up with some excuse, before Arya cut him off.
“It was my fault” She said.
Catelyn and Ned gave their daughter a surprised look as she carried on.
“Joffrey said he wanted to see more of the area, and I had been ever so bored with all my lessons with Septa, that I offered to show him the area.” She explained.
“Arya, you know the rules. You’ve never been out past dusk before.” Catelyn interjected.
“Well I thought I knew where I was, but we got lost. It took us a while to retrace our steps.” Arya said, looking down at her feet for effect. “I’m sorry” She said in the sweetest voice she could muster.
“Arya, I’m very disappointed in you but I’m glad you’re alright.” Said Ned in an authoritative tone. “You will stay within these walls until we leave for King’s Landing. Do you understand?”
Arya looked disappointed but nodded. She dismounted Joffrey’s horse, giving him a glance before she was escorted back into the keep.
“Hmph, letting a girl get you lost-” Chastised King Robert. Joffrey frowned but said nothing.
The small crowd dispersed, leaving just Ned and Cat.
She let out a sigh of relief.
“You have to go and give your apologies to Clegane.”
Shit.
She gave her husband a look, but he didn’t back down.
“Don’t look at me like that Cat. I understand you were upset, but you threw a baseless accusation at landed knight. You spoke to the king as if he was your child. What if Clegane speaks to Tywin Lannister about this? That we imprisoned his favorite vessel?”
Catelyn looked at her feet. She was so sure that The Mountain was guilty.
“Go make this right Cat.” Ned finished, before he turned and headed inside the castle.
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Winterfell’s Dungeons were located in the First Keep, the ancient and abandoned part of the castle. Ned never bothered to have new dungeons built, since there were never any prisoners to be held, and anyone who did any minor crimes could be housed in the Winter Town Jail. For that reason, their weren’t even any regular guards assigned to the dungeons. Ned had to take 2 sentry’s from the wall to guard the cell door.
Catelyn walked down the steep stairs in the decrepit building, and saw the guards standing at their posts. When they saw her, they straightened themselves and greeted her.
“I will need the keys to the cell.” She said plainly.
“Ma’am?” One of the guards questioned.
“Seems that Clegane is innocent.” She admitted begrudgingly. “Give me the keys. and return to your assigned positions. I wish to talk to Clegane alone.”
The guards look at each other, a bit concerned.
“My Lady, are you sure you don’t want us to stay and-“
Catelyn held up her hand to stop him. She wanted no one, NO ONE, to hear her apologize to a man like Gregor Clegane.
“Yes, I’m sure, now please do not make me ask again.” She said, holding out her open palm expectantly. The two guards looked at each other, and then shrugged. They dropped the keys in her hand, before making their way out of the dungeons. Catelyn took a deep breathe, before unlocking the door, and pushing it open. She had to put most of weight into it, because of secure it was.
When she finally got the door open, she saw Clegane sitting on the cot, which was much too small for him, shirtless.
“Aren’t you cold?” She asked. She wondered why she was concerned about his comfort.
“No.” He said simply.
Catelyn inhaled deeply. She would power through this.
“You’re free to go Clegane. My daughter returned unharmed. You’ve been vindicated.” She forced out.
He just stared at her, unmoving.
He obviously wasn’t going to make this easy. Steeling herself, she continued.
“-And…..I was mistaken. I should not have accused you, without evidence. And for that I am sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
Catelyn was caught off guard by that.
“I beg your pardon?”
“No. You’re not. You’re not sorry.”
The Mountain stood up, stretching. Catelyn couldn’t help but admire his muscular torso for a second time. He walked to the edge of the room.
“You’re not sorry at all” He continued. “I’m sure your husband made you come down here, to try and push your honeyed words on me. But you’re not sorry.”
Damn. She hadn’t expected him to be that perceptive. Catelyn kept her face passive, as to not give away it away.
“I did not come to argue with you Clegane. Just to offer my sincerest apologies.” She retorted. Clegane just snorted.
“Aye, I’m sure you want to put this all behind us, lest I tell Tywin Lannister how The Starks treat his vessels.” He said, as he began to pace back and forth next to her.
Catelyn once again had Clegane see right through her.
“Listen Clegane, I was wrong. I admit that. There’s no need for this incident to go beyond Winterfell” She tried. She hated how she had to attempt to placate him. “Besides, you were only in here for 2 hours. Hardly worth-“
“Despite my sigil, the only dog in my family is my brother.” He interrupted. Slowly, he began to walk circles around her, as if she was some prey. “I do not like being caged.”
Catelyn had enough of his dramatics. If he would not accept her apology, Ned could take it up with him.
“Fine.” She said sternly. “Have it your way.”
She moved to leave the cell, but suddenly realized that they had switched positions; Clegane was now standing between her and the cell door.
“S-step aside Clegane.” She said, trying to remain calm. She had allowed herself to be flanked, and have her only exit blocked.
Clegane just smirked down at her. Even his smile felt like a threat.
“Nay. I think we’ll see just how sorry you are.”

Catelyn made a break for it.
He was big. Maybe she could use his size to her advantage. Slip under his arm, and get through the door before he could turn around.
Clegane easily crouched down and caught her around the waist, and lifted her clear off the ground.
“Ahhh! Stop! Let me go! Helllllpppp guards! Someone, ANYONE!” She yelled as she kicked and thrashed over Clegane’s shoulder. He just held her like a child throwing a tantrum. Her screams echoed in the dungeon, but no one was around to hear them. She might as well been screaming into a void.
Clegane walked her over to the cot, and unceremoniously plopped her down on it. She made to stand, but he placed his large hand on her shoulder, and flipped her over to her front. The cot was small, so chest rested on it while her knees mad hard contact with the ground. If it wasn’t for her dress, they would’ve been bruised.
Clegane grabbed the back of her neck and pinned her head to the cot. She once again struggled to no avail.
“Clegane l-let me go this instant! You won’t get away with this. My husband will have your head! H-he’ll have you torn apart by dire wolves! Let me go know and you can save yourself.” She tried. Her voice shook as she spoke, taking any much of the intended forcefulness of it. The Mountain just scoffed and flipped her dress up over her back, revealing her small clothes. After 19 years in the North, Catelyn was used to the cold. She never bothered to wear leggings anymore, but even she shivered at the sudden exposure of her fat ass.
“W-wait! Clegane please….if you let me go now, I’ll never speak of this. We can just pretend it didn’t happen.” She begged.
Again, unfazed by her words, Clegane used his free hand to rub over her cloth covered mounds, with surprising gentleness.
“Oh fuck-“ Catelyn let out before she could stop herself. She couldn’t see his face from the position she was in, but she was sure he look satisfied with himself. He continued to gently rub two fingers over her covered cunt, taking his time. Catelyn squirmed under his touch, biting her lip, to keep her voice from coming out. She felt ashamed that her body was betraying her. That she was letting The Mountain make her cunt wet.
Clegane moved her small clothes to the side, exposing her cunt to him. Slowly, he pushed his middle and index fingers into her. Catelyn couldn’t stop herself from moaning. His fingers alone were as long as Ned’s manhood, thicker too. Her hips bucked as he pistons his thick fingers in and out of her.
I won’t come
I won’t come
I don’t want to come
Please don’t make me co-
Catelyn couldn’t finish her thought, as an orgasm ripped through her body. She moaned like a whore as she shook, and sprayed her juices all over Clegane’s fingers and the dungeon floor. Her face burned with shame, as this monster brought her to completion.
Something Ned hadn’t done in YEARS.
Truth is, Catelyn was a very repressed woman. Many high-born women were. Ned wasn’t interested in sex outside of making heirs. He in fact hadn’t even touched her in over a year. And now here she was, coming harder than she had in years, for the man violating her.
Catelyn came down from her high, and heard Clegane shuffling around behind her. He still had her pinned down so she couldn’t see, but suddenly she felt something on her lower back. It felt heavy. Not heavy enough to be his other arm, but-

Oh.
Gregor Clegane’s now hard cock was resting on her exposed ass and lower back.
It dawned on her that the night in the Godswoods, she hadn’t seen him at full mast. His cock was 12 inches SOFT. But now- now he had to be at least 20 inches, and as thick as her bicep. She couldn’t help but whimper as she felt the weight of his cock on her. It felt like someone reacted a broadsword on her back.
“Clegane….please…..don’t stick that in me. You’ll kill me. Oh Gods, you’ll kill me.” She payed and begged. She knew it fell on deaf ears.
She felt his tip press against her cunt. It felt like someone’s fist going into her. With one hand on the back of her neck, and the other gripping her hip tightly, he began to push his hips forward, leaning down and putting some of his weight on her. Catelyn struggled with renewed vigor as The Mountains cock head began to stretch her open. He was just too big.
Her struggles didn’t faze The Mountain, who had a tight grip on her. He continued to push into her, until about 5 inches of his length were in her cunt. Well there was the threshold. The furthest her husband had ever been in her, and here was Gregor Clegane, who didn’t even have a quarter of his cock in her. Her cunt squeezed and trembled around him, almost sucking him in more. She couldn’t describe the sensation of having her walls utterly stretched, and she knew this wasn’t even the peak of him yet.
He continued to push into her, more and more of her length. Catelyn at this point was openly begging and moaning, as he continued to utterly reshape her cunt.
“Clegane…please…” She begged as he pushed past 8 inches in her.
“Gregor.”
“W-what?”
“My name is Gregor.”
“G-Gregor……please, just-“
As if ignited by her saying his given name, The Mountain rammed the rest of his cock into her cunt, to the hilt.
Catelyn let out a shriek, as his massive rod, bulged lewdly in her stomach. He was deeper than she even knew existed. She could feel him in her tits. He held himself in her for a few seconds, before pulling out halfway, and ramming back in her, then again, and again. His strokes were so forceful, Catelyn thought he’d fuck her right through he cot.
Her cunt is a tight sheath around his member, gripping him tightly, though due to his size, any cunt would have a vice grip on him. Her juices flowed down her legs as he railed into her over and over again, leaving a small puddle forming on the cold stone floor. Her mind was going blank at the sheer sensation, her cunt was being turned inside out. She stopped screaming pleas, now she was just babbling and whimpering as he fucked and filled her.
One particularly sharp thrust, sent her over the edge. Her legs shook, knees digging into the hard floor as she came and sprayed around Clegane’s cock. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as her violator made her come.
Even through her orgasm, Clegane never ceased thrusting his hips; in fact, it spurred his thrusts to become more wild and savage. The sound go his hips slapping into her ass, and her mewls and moans, echoed through the dungeon.
He sped his thrusts even faster, they became a blur. Even in Catelyn’s fucked haze, she knew what that meant.
“DontcomeinmeDontcomeinmeOhGodsOhGods” She babbled.
The Mountain literally ROARED as he climaxed, pulling Catelyn’s hips to his. Immediately she felt his hot cum flood into her, and just like everything else with him, it was massive. His first shot was enough to completely fill her womb. His second shot, caused her stomach to bulge slightly from the sheer amount. The grip of her cunt around him didn’t allow a drop to spill out of her.
After 2 full minutes of filling her with his seed, emptying his massive balls.
Slowly, he pulls out of her. When he finally unsheathes himself from her now gaping cunt, a torrent of his cum spills out, pooling on the ground. Catelyn shudders, breathing heavily, barely aware of where she is.
He lets go of her, causing her to slide off the cot, and crumple to the ground.
Gingerly, as if getting ready for a morning walk, The Mountain dresses himself. Catelyn just lays there in a heap, too exhausted and sore to move, as she looks up at him.
“Apology accepted.”
With that. He walks out of the dungeon.
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