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Catelyn was conflicted.

Gregor Clegane, The Mountain, had ravaged her.

Took her like some cheap Northern whore. Her cunt used and abused by his massive bitch breaker. She was left in the cold Winterfell dungeons, knees bruised and scraped, as Gregor’s seed leaked out of her cunt. It took her a quarter of an hour before she could even stand.

She hobbled out of the dungeons, barely able to walk from soreness and exhaustion. When she arrived at the master bedchambers, her husband was fast asleep, none the wiser that The Mountain had just fucked her.

She should’ve just woken Ned up. Told him how The Mountain had dishonored her, taken her against her will. It was his fault anyway, making her go apologize to that man, and what did that get her? A womb full of his seed, and a gaping cunt. Gods it would take DAYS for her cunt to return to normal. She’d certainly had to drink Moon tea as well. It was one of few options women had to make sure the seeds planted in them didn’t grow. Hell, she probably would need a double serving, because something told her that Clegane’s genes were strong ones.

She should’ve woken Ned up and said all this to him…..but she didn’t. She decided to let him sleep for the night. Not like she could reverse what had already happened to her. Clegane didn’t seem like the type to run, but even if he did, The North was loyal to Ned. She would tell her husband about her defilement in the morning, and have Clegane’s massive head on a pike by supper.

That was a sennight ago.

It had been a full 7 days, and Catelyn still hadn’t told a soul about her encounter in the dungeon.

Why?

Well when she woke up the following day, she began to really consider the sequence of events, and doubts clouded her mind.

Say she told Ned what happened. What then? It was highly illegal to do harm to standing lords without a trial, and Ned certainly wasn’t one to bend rules. And no doubt Clegane would deny all charges. He was a Lannister vessel. He was backed by the most powerful family in Westeros. She knew that The Lannisters would take various measures to protect their prized soldier.

Then of course there was the very real possibility that Clegane would seek a trial by combat. While she knew the knights and bannermen of her husband were capable fighters, she knew they would be no match for The Mountain. She couldn’t in good conscience send someone to their death trying to be her champion.

Beyond that, there was the shame it would bring their name.

She stupidly went into a dungeon with him. This was the second time she interacted with him unguarded. She’d have to go into detail of what he did to her, and be examined in court by the maester. She didn’t think she could bear to have the court gaze upon her stretched pussy for evidence.

No….she would say nothing. It was the best choice in the long run. In a few days time, they would make their way to King’s Landing. Once there, Clegane would be sent back to his lands, and away from Catelyn, then she could just pretend as if nothing happened. As if he hadn’t bent her over, and fucked and orgasm out of her in her own home. She could endure. She just had to avoid Clegane at all costs.

Though, now that she thought about it….she hadn’t actually seen Clegane since that night. She should’ve taken that as a blessing from the gods, but for some reason, Catelyn found no comfort in not knowing where The Mountain was.

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Arya was having a wonderful time over the last sennight

Ever since that day in the forest with Joffrey, she had been riding high. Her and the young prince were kindred spirits. Though she was technically grounded to the walls of the hold, it was easy enough for Arya to sneak out and in before anyone noticed. They’d meet in the woods, and hunt small animals, and talk. Well, Joffrey talked mostly. Boasting about himself and his family lineage. Arya didn’t mind. She liked hearing him talk. She liked to hear him go on about the Lannisters and the power and lands they held. She found herself envisioning being to the South, in the lush lands he described, in the Lannister red and gold. Better than the cold and gray of Winterfell.

Besides all of the talking, there was the touching. She had thought his casual groping of her had been a one off thing, but the fact of the matter was he was just getting started. To call Joffrey brazen would be an understatement. When they were alone in the woods, he groped her ass anytime his hands were free, as if her backside was something that had always been his. Kneading, pinching, slapping; he played with her ass to his heart's content.

At first she played coy, batting his hands, but after a few days, fully gave into his ministrations, leaning into his hands, mewling at his touch, bending over slightly whenever he was behind her, to give him full access.

Joffrey took her acceptance, and pushed it even further. He’d not only touch her when they were alone in the woods, but also while they were within the wall of Winterfell. He’d giver he ass a slap as he walked past her on the grounds, he’d pull her into alcoves to paw at her bubble butt, before releasing her and going about his business like nothing happened and every time, Arya would just readjust her clothes, and walk away with a smile on her face.

This particular morning, Arya was with Joffrey in the training yard. They were watching the kingsguard and Lannister soldiers practice formation drills, led by none other than Jaime Lannister. Arya was taken in by the precision and uniformity. Joffrey was taken in by her thighs in the trousers she had on. He slyly rubbed one of her thighs as they sat on a bench.

“Joffrey! There you are!” Came a voice. The pair jumped apart, startled.

Into the courtyard, walks Sansa, followed closely by Robb and Theon. Sansa saw how close Arya was to Joffrey and frowned.

“Arya? What are you doing here? Joffrey, she’s not BOTHERING you is she?” Sansa asked in an accusatory tone.

“I’m just watching the soldiers.” Arya answered sharply.

“Oh, don’t you two start.” Robb interjected.

Joffrey frowned at the unwanted intrusion of the group, but didn’t let his full displeasure show.

“I was just explaining to your sister some of the drills and formations.” He said smoothly. Arya smiled at the scowl that came to her sister’s face. Satisfied, Arya turns her attention back to the soldiers

The group watched the drills for a while. Suddenly Robb snorts. He leans towards Theon to speak to him.

“Our men would make quick work of these boys” He tells Theon. Theon just nods his heads and agrees, the obedient ward he is. Hearing them. Joffrey frowns and arches an eyebrow.

“Is that a fact, Stark? He countered.

“Yeah, it is.” Robb continued “My father and his men helped free this land of Targareyn tyranny, while you lads in the south, sat pretty until it was convenient.”

“It’s called strategy, Stark. Something you northerners know nothing about.” Joffrey answered in a bored tone.

“Is it strategy to stab kings in the back?” Robb said, glancing toward Jaime. Joffrey just smirks.

“Well….it worked didn’t?”

Joffrey and Robb glare at each other. Suddenly, Joffrey smiles and stands to face Robb.

“How about a friendly competition then.” Asked Joffrey. Robb just raised a dark eyebrow at him.
“Me and you. A light sparring session. Your Northern ways vs my Southern.

“Ha!” Laughed Theon from behind Robb. “You’re going to fight Robb?”

“I’m not talking to you Greyjoy, I’m talking to your better.” Joffrey said without even glancing at him. Theon sputtered but said nothing, not wanting to push his luck mouthing off to royalty. Though to his credit his skepticism was warranted. Robb was a strong young man, muscular and solid. Joffrey was leaner, and a bit shorter. Robb would without a doubt have a weight and strength advantage.

“You sure you want to do this little prince?” asked Robb with a sneer.

“Robb stop it! You’ll-” Started Sansa in a high pitched wine. Joffrey just held out his hand, stopping her words.

Arya looked between the pair, eyes flashing. Robb just stared at Joffrey, and Joffrey at him. Sansa was pouting between the pair, and Theon was looking at a very interesting smudge of dirt on. Finally, Robb throws his arms up.

“Alright your highness. Have it your way. Just don’t go crying to your father when you get knocked on your arse.” Said Robb with a sneer. Arya was annoyed by his sense of superiority, as if he’s ever been in real combat. He only ever sparred with Theon and the children of their father’s bannermen, but he was too thick-headed to see that they always LET him win.

Joffrey walked over to his uncle. He said something that the others couldn’t make out, but whatever it was, a large grin spread across Jaime’s face. He took off one of his gloves, and gave a queer sounding whistle. Almost immediately, the soldiers stopped training, and maneuvered into a large circle in the training yard. Arya was impressed by the grace of their movements.

“Well, are you coming or not?” Yelled Joffrey from the center of the circle of men. Robb frowned before moving to the circle. The men parted ways so he could get to the center. A squire brought practice swords and some protective chest padding. Arya, Sansa and Theon moved closer so they could see the action. The pair readied themselves.

“Last chance to back out.” Said Robb, twirling his sword in his hand. Joffrey just sneered at him, and the two began to circle each other.

It was Robb who attacked first, swinging att Joffrey’s head, obviously trying to end things quickly. Joffrey just leaned out the way. Robb advanced Joffrey, using his superior reach to his advantage, trying to close the distance between them. Joffrey just continued to dodge and parry his blows, back peddling and side stepping around Robb. The Stark heir was clearly getting frustrated.

“Stop running and fight ba-”

Just as the words left his mouth, Joffrey planted his back foot and went to a high guard, he slashed downwards, and caught Robb in the thigh before he could react. Arya had to keep herself from squealing with delight.

Robb hobbled backwards grimacing. “Lucky shot” he growled.

Joffrey just smirked at him, before taking another high guard, waiting. Robb advanced him again, but this time, Joffrey met Robb’s strikes with his own, blocking and countering. The two went back and forth with each other for several minutes, neither having a clear advantage over the other. Arya admired Joffrey as he moved and fought. He really was a handsome specimen of a man.

Joffrey and Robb locked swords, pushing against each other trying to gain leverage. Robb being taller and stronger, was causing Joffrey to falter, his legs shaking a bit as evidence. Robb smiled, thinking he had the prince, when suddenly.

*SPTT*

Joffrey spit directly in Robb’s eye.

Robb jumped back in disgust and pain, one hand going up to wipe his face

“Ah! You little-”

Robb swung blindly at Joffrey, who dodged the swing with ease. Using Robb’s own balance against him, he swept his feet from under him using the flat of his sword. Robb fell forward to his hands and knees, catching himself from falling on his face. Joffrey raised his sword, and cracked Robb directly on the back with it. He yelled out in pain, and fell to his stomach. Joffrey placed a foot to the base of Robb’s spine, and held his sword to the back of his neck, and smiled.

“Told you, attacks to the back seem to work.” He gloated.

Arya couldn’t contain herself, and clapped at Joffrey’s victory. Sansa looked at her, scandalized, but Arya couldn’t care. Joffrey had shown who was superior here. Robb rolled over to his back, trying to catch his breath.

“You fucking cheated” growled Robb as he sat up. Joffrey just gave him a derisive snort.
“Cheated? This was battle. You do what you have to win. You really think your father was being honorable as he cut down scores of men on the battlefield.?” Asked Joffrey in an amused tone. Robb didn’t look so amused. He got to his feet and started advancing towards Joffrey.

“You question my father’s honor?”

‘Gods, for the eldest, he sure was fucking naieve’, Arya thought frowning. Honor this, honor that. Honor was something their father beat into their head, but Arya was no fool. She read enough about war and history to know that honor didn’t win wars and hold kingdoms. Honor isn’t what kept Winterfell under the Starks for thousands of years. The North and their fucking obession with honor and tradition was something that Arya couldn’t stand. One of the reasons she was so eager to ride South.

Robb takes another step toward Joffrey, but Jaime steps between the two.

“Now Now young wolf, don’t be a sore loser.” He said smoothly. Robb looked down and saw that Jaime had slightly unsheathed his very real sword. He was a sore loser, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Feh!” He said, throwing his practice sword on the ground, before turning and storming off back towards the castle. Theon followed obediently behind him. Joffrey smiled smugly, and walked toward Arya and Sansa with a confident swagger.

“Erm...you fought bravely Joffrey.” Said Sansa, forcing a smile.

“Fuck bravery. He won, that’s all that matters.” Interjected Arya. Sansa shot her a dirty look.

“Arya, shouldn’t you be going to your lesson with Septa Mordane. Wouldn’t want mother to know that you were late again.” Sansa said tightly. It was Arya’s time to shoot a glare. She huffed, knowing that her sister was right. She leaned toward Joffrey to whisper in his ear.

“Come find me later on. A reward for the winner” She said breathily, too low for her sister to hear. Sansa gave a confused look as Arya walked off. She was even more confused by the large smile on Joffrey’s face.
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Catelyn was confused.

Confused as to why in the names of the Gods, she found herself trying to locate Gregor Clegane.

She should’ve been avoiding him at all cost after what he did to her, but she hadn’t seen him in days. Had he ran, expecting retribution? No, since nobody seemed to be alarmed at his absence. Was he planning something? Catelyn did NOT like being in the dark. She told herself it was better to know where he was, so she could avoid him, than to give him the opportunity to catch her by surprise.

She walked the various court and training yards looking for him, but alas he was nowhere to be found. She was walking by Winterfell’s South Gate, when she saw a short, chubby man, running, well more like hobbling towards the entrance. He was waving his arms trying to get her attention.

“M’lady, M’lady” said the man, out of breath.

Wilhelm Mann. Owner of Winter Town’s whorehouse.

The guards made to stop him, but Catelyn waved them off, curious as to what would have the man in such distress. Wilhelm made it to her, bending over, trying to catch his breath.

“Thank….huff….you….huff…..M’lady.” He said wheezing.

“Mann? To what do I owe the visit?” She asked firmly. Catelyn honestly didn;t care much for Wilhelm. He was a lecher and whoremonger and not all too bright either, but he paid his dues on time, so he was given his freedom to operate his business.

“It’s my whores, your grace!” He said, suddenly standing upright. Cateyln arched an eyebrow at him. “He’ll ruin them!”

“WHO will ruin them?”

“The man! A soldier. He-he...he’s as big as a mountain!” Rambled Wilhelm.

Catelyn's eyes went wide.

So that’s where he was. Gregor Clegane had spent the last sennight at the local brothel.

Cately didn’t know why, but she felt a pang of jealousy.

“What exactly is he doing? Is he not paying? Hurting your workers?”

“Well….no, not exactly.”

Catelyn gave him a confused look.

“Then...what?”

“Well...it’s just that….Well he’ll put me out of business frankly” Wilhelm exclaimed. “No other patrons besides one will stay while he’s there! And he’s ruining my whores! Stretching their cunts with that massive rod of his! No normal man will want to use a whore whose cunt is the size of a stable! Erm, excuse my language, your grace.”

Catelyn just looked at him in disgust.

“Why don’t you just kick him out?” She asked.

“Have you seen the size of im’? Every time he looks at me, I think he’s going to pop my head like a grape. I was...er, wondering if you could get him to leave?”

“Me?” She asked incredulously

“Well I’d ask your husband, but he’s busy with The King. Please. He’ll listen to you. You’re the lady of these lands.”

Catelyn opened her mouth, then closed it again, unsure of what to say.
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Catelyn was in a whore house. Not somewhere she ever expected to be in her life.

She told herself that it was her duty to her subjects to help then when asked. She told herself that the whorehouse was the best place to confront Clegane, since it was a public setting. She told herself all this, yet the reality simply was she was in a whore house that smelled of swear, wine and cum.

“Well, let’s be on then.” She said to Wilhelm.

“Er, after you, M’lady”, he said sheepishly.

Wilhelm’s brothel had 2 floors. The first for mingling and selecting your girl, and the second for the action itself. Catelyn could surmise that Clegane was upstairs. Catelyn steeled herself, and began to ascend the stairs. As she climbed, she really started to take notice to the rhythmic slapping of flesh that she was hearing.

“Well, surprised to see you here.” Came a cheery voice as Catelyn reached the top of the stairs.

Tyrion Lannister. The imp of the Lions.

‘I shouldn’t be surprised to find him still here’, thought Catelyn.

Tyrion was sitting in a chair, or rather, he was sitting in the lap of whore, who was sitting in the chair; goblet of wine one hand, and the whore’s tit in the other.

“What brings you to this fine establishment today?” Asked Tyrion in a teasing tone. Catelyn didn’t like how the imp spoke to her, but decided to ignore it.

“Seems the proprietor of this building is having a problem with one of the tenets.” She replied.

“Oh I told Wilhelm I would replace that plate I broke. Didn’t think he would call the lady of this land on me.” He said in a teasing tone. “Unless of course you mean the giant who’s been running through all the whores.”

Catelyn’s face reddened a bit at his words.

“Yes, I was lucky to get….”

“-Ros”

“Yes, Ros. I was able to get Ros here before Clegane laid claim to all the other lovely ladies here. Poor girls. After he’s done with them….Well suffice it to say, childbirth might be a walk in the godswood for them.”

“Enough.” Interrupted Catelyn, getting sick of his flippant tone. “Just point me to where Clegane is.”

Tyrion just gave another toothy grin. “Well I’m sure you can hear the meeting of flesh.” He explained, before gesturing to the door at the end of the hall.

“Ser Tyrion. Please return to the castle.” She requested. She didn’t want Tyrion to hear anything she had to say to Clegane, or anything he had to say to her.

Tyrion just raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh but I’m having such a fine time here.”

Catelyn shot him a glare, then looked up at Ros.

“You can take your…..companion with you.”

Tyrion put his finger on his chin, as if contemplating, before swinging his little legs and hopping to his feet.

“Very well. Come Ms. Ros. Let’s leave the beauty and the beast to talk. Maybe she’ll soothe his wretched heart.” He said sarcastically as he grabbed Ros’ hand and led her down the stairs.

Gulping, Catelyn made her way down the hall. The sound of the slapping and grunting got louder and louder as she got closer to the door. She could smell the sex in the air. Slowly she reached for and opened the door.

She was met with the site of Clegane’s naked form once again - this would make three times- as he fucke into a whore he had bent over on the small bed. The whore had fiery red hair, much like Catelyn’s. She was pale and with freckles. She was young, maybe having 19 name days. She was a bit on the small side, and Catelyn would’ve guessed her younger if it wasn’t for her very substantial breasts that were swinging with each thrust. Catelyn herself was a generously endowed woman, but she felt a pang of jealousy at how much larger the young woman was.

Despite her presence in the doorway, the fucking didn’t stop. Clegane had one hand firmly gripped on the whore’s waist, while the other was fish hooked in her mouth, causing her tongue to flop out, and drool run freely down her chin. The red-headed whore was grunting and yelping at Clegane’s sharp thrust. Catelyn could see his cock bulge in her stomach as he drove his bitch breaker in and out of her.

Catelyn felt a familiar wetness begin to form between her legs at the scene, as she squirmed where she stood.

She must’ve been standing there longer than she realized, because she was startled when Clegane called out to her.

“Lady Stark.” He said, never ceasing his thrusts.

“C-Clegane” She stuttered back.

“What do you want?” He asked simply, as he slapped his whore’s ass, causing her to gasp around his fingers.

‘What do you want?’ How dare he speak to me in that tone. As if I’m inconveniencing him. As if he didn’t ravage me not but days ago’, She thought with a frown on her face. Despite the voice in her head, Catelyn couldn’t actually formulate any words as she stood there and continued to watch him destroy the whore with his dick. She was only broken out of her haze, when Wilhelm suddenly appeared behind her.

“Oi! You brute! You’re in for it now! I’ve got the Starks on my side” Wilhelm said with sudden confidence now that she was there. Although as he spoke, he still hid behind Catelyn. “You-you get out of her, now! Before you break her like you did all my other whores!”

With a grunt, Clegane gave one final thrust, before grabbing the whore by the hips, and pushing her off his member. She collapsed on the mattress, before rolling off the bed in a heap. Clegane’s member glistened with her juices as it bobbed in the air. Catelyn went to kneel down next to the whore.

“Are you okay?” She asked in worry. The whore just mumbled into the floor. “I’m sorry? I can’t-”

Suddenly the whore’s face shoots up from the floor, with a big, crooked smile on her face.

“FOOK” The whore exclaimed, startling Catelyn. “I avent’ been fooked like that since I lost ah bet an’ had to fook ah giant.

Catelyn just looked at her wide eyed.

“Ygritte! Get up and get dressed. You’re done here.” Commanded Wilhelm, finally stepping into the room.

“Ah, Do I ave’ to? I was enjoyin’ that. Shit I should be the one payin’ em.” She said, as she pushed herself to her feet, legs wobbling.

“Yes.” Answered Wilhelm sternly. “Now go downstairs and get yourself cleaned up.”

Ygritte limps her way out the door, but not before looking over her shoulder back at Gregor.

“Come find me if you wan’ to continue our session while I’m not workin’” She said huskily, before exiting the room.

“And you” Wilhelm said, pointing at Clegane. “You’re here by banned. Now please leave before-”

“I didn’t cum” Interrupted Clegane stoically. Both Wilhelm and Catelyn were caught off guard by him.

“I-I beg your pardon.” Said Wilhelm, panic filling his eyes.

“I said, I did not cum yet. I came here to please myself, and I’m not leaving until I do.” Said Clegane.

“I-I demand you leave this instant!” Sputtered Wilhelm.

“You better leave me be fat man, before I decide to fuck you instead.” Replied Clegane, standing from the bed.

Wilhelm gaped like a fish, before backing up and cowering behind the door frame.

“Y-you can’t speak to me like that! Tell him, m’lady!”

Catelyn squared her shoulders and looked at the giant man in front of her.

“I will not have you threaten my subjects Clegane” She said, trying to sound confident. Clegane just looked at her, before taking a step towards her, cock still hard and bobbing freely. Catelyn’s eyes couldn’t help but glance down at it, as it pointed at her like a weapon. She still couldn’t believe that inside of her.

“I. Didn’t. Come.” He just repeats, looking down at her.

Catelyn felt butterflies in her stomach as his eyes bore into hers. She should’ve just gotten the guards, but that would likely cause an incident and violence. Her husband should be the one confronting him, but he was off doing gods know what with the king. So she had to step up and be the man he wasn’t.

If Clegane wouldn’t leave until he spilled his seed, fine.

Sometimes the path of least resistance was the best one.

“Wilhelm. Go and find something to do. Maybe to the tavern.”

Wihelm didn’t need to be told twice. He scampered out the room and down the stairs. Catelyn waited until she heard the front entrance close before she spoke again.

“Sit on the bed” She suddenly said. Clegane just quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Whatever will make you leave without an incident. If you need to spill your disgusting seed, so be it. Now sit on the bed.”

Clegane said nothing, but obeyed. Catelyn took a deep breath, before dropping to her knees between his legs.

‘Fucking disgusting. This obscene, massive thing.’

Tentatively, she reached out her hand, making contact with his cock. She was surprised how hard it felt in her hand? Yet the skin was soft and smooth. She brought her other hand forward; he was so thick that her fingertips didn’t even touch as she wrapped it around his length. She began pumping her hands and arms up and down his length, Ygrritte’s juice acting as lubricant as she began to jerk off Clegane. His cock felt heavy in her hands; reminded her of the times Ned allowed her to hold his greatsword.

Clegane just looked down at her as she stroked his cock. He gave no indications that he was enjoying her minstartions. Catelyn frowned a little at his stoicness. She was on her knees, giving him a handjob, and he didn’t so much as make a peep. Catelyn doubled her efforts, working her hands up and down his cock at a feverish pace. He was so large that she had to move her whole arm to stroke the full length of him.

After a few minutes of no response, and her arms growing tired, Catelyn decided to change tactics. Catelyn angled his cock downwards, so that it was level with her face. Clegane raised an eyebrow at her.

‘Try and stay silent now you big brute’

Catelyn opened her mouth and dove forward, cramming his bulbous head in. She had to stretch her mouth wide to fit his tip in. She felt like she was trying to heat her own fist. Catelyn layed her tongue flat on the bottom of her mouth, so she could swipe at the underside of his cock. She shallowly bobbed her head on his tip, as her hands continued to work and stroke him. She was only fitting about a fifth of his cock in her mouth, but she lavished his head with her tongue, and sucked hard and deep, trying to bring him to climax.

‘Ned never could last when I serviced him with my mouth’, She thought proudly.

But Gregror Clegane wasn’t Ned. She bobbed and sucked on his cock for several minutes, and the only progress she made was giving herself a sore jaw. She pulled herself off his cock with a light *pop*.

“What is with you Clegane?” She asked sharply. She continued to stroke his cock with her hands as she glared up at him. “Why won’t you cum?”

The only response she got was an amused snort from the giant man. Catelyn narrowed his eyes at him.

“What, can only spill your seed when you’re violating someone? When you’re raping their cunt?” She asked through bared teeth. She leant forward and spit on his tip, to give her more lubrication as she pulled him off. She was growing frustrated. She knew that she was one of the beauties of these lands. Certainly better than any of Wilhelm whores. Yet here she was, struggling to even get a reaction out of the man.

‘Maybe he needs some visual stimulus.’

Catelyn took her hands off Clegane’s rod, and hurriedly began to undo the laces of her dress. Once loose, she shimmied the material off of her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Catelyn was proud of her tits. Even as she got into her late-30s, there wasn’t a hint of sagging. Clegane’s eyes widened a bit at the sight of her breast, barely noticeable on his stone face. But Catelyn noticed.

‘Hmph. Even a brute like you knows a fine pair when he sees them.’

Catelyn leaned forward, and wrapped her breast around the base of his dick. She began moving her body and hands, pleasuring him with her tits. Clegane grunted, which She took to mean she was doing a good job. She licked at his shaft as she gave him a frantic titfuck.

“Come on. Cum. Cum already you fat cocked bastard.” She said lewdly. She said it, hoping her dirty talk would spur his release, but in reality all it did was make her own cunt moist.

“If you want me to finish, you’ll have to do better then that.” He finally said. Catelyn was rather offended by that. Her actions would make any normal man spill their seed many times over. It wasn’t her fault that he was some horse-dicked freak of nature.

“Fine.” She seethed. Unwrapping her tits from his cock and standing. Clegane just looked at her. “You take control then. The faster we finish, the faster you leave.”

“On the bed. Bent ov-“

“NO.” She interrupted. “You shall never have me like that again. NEVER.” She finished adamantly.

Clegane frowned at that. Catelyn took a strange pride that he seemed displeased at the idea of not having her cunt again. Suddenly Clegane stood.

“Fine” He said gruffly. “Lay on your back. Head hanging over the edge of the bed.”

He leaned in close, faces inches from hers.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty face of yours”

Catelyn flushed red at that, and felt her womanhood tremble a bit. She just stared at him for a minute, before slowly placing herself in position.

She laid there on her back, world inverted, met with the image of his huge balls swinging between his legs.

“Open” He said simply, and Catelyn found herself immediately obeying, opening her mouth as wide as she could. Clegane squatted down, lining his cock up with her lips, before pushing forward. Catelyn’s mouth stretched to accommodate him. She had had trouble when she was just sucking on a few inches of him, but now here he was, trying to cram all 20 inches of his cock into her mouth.

“HRRUUUK…” She gagged violently as he force-fed more and more of his cock into her mouth and throat. Catelyn could feel her throat bulging as he continued to push his hips.

When he had about half of his cock in her mouth, she started panicking.

‘Oh Gods, I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe!’

She began to squirm and slap his thighs with her hands, trying to dislodge his manhood from her throat. He was unfazed, and kept pushing forward.

“GLURK……..” She wretched as his cock began to push into her gullet.
“Relax, and this will be all the easier for you” He growled. Her throat burned, and her vision was getting cloudy as he pushed the final inches of his massive cock into her mouth, pressing his fat balls against her forehead. Then he just held himself there.

Catelyn’s slaps and squirming became less and less as she began to lose consciousness. After a few more seconds, they completely ceased, her limbs going limp, eyes rolling into her head.

Suddenly, Clegane stepped back, pulling himself all the way out of her throat. Catelyn gasped for air, panting and breathing heavily.

“You……. son….. of a wh-HMPF!”

Catelyn was cut off by Clegane ramming his cock back into her mouth.

“GLURCKK…..” she wretched at the sudden intrusion of 15 inches of his rod. Clegane shifted his hips back, and then forward again. He began to fuck into her throat, as if it was a waiting cunt.

“GLURCKK….GLUCCK….GLRUCCK...GRUCK…”

All Catelyn could do was lay there and take the brutal face fucking he was giving her. His heavy balls slapped against her forehead with each thrust. She planted her palms on his thighs in a futile effort to slow his thrusts, but Clegane was only focused on his own pleasure.

‘Gods, this time he really is trying to kill me with his cock’, She thought as he rammed himself into her throat over and over again.

Clegane’s pace increased, rocking faster and faster. Catelyn was still surprised that a man of his size could move like he did.

“GLURCKK..GLURCKK..GLURCKK..GLURCKK..GLURCKK” She gagged as he hammered her throat. Drool and spit spilled out over her upturned face, making a mess of her makeup. Her lipsticked smeared across his cock, like landmarks

‘Just cum already you fat dicked ogre. Cum, cum, cumcumcumcumcum!’, She thought in a delirious haze. Her throat burned, her head was light, and despite her best efforts, her cunt was drenched and gushing. She was thankful that her dress still covered her lower half, or Clegane would see the evidence of her arousal.

Clegane’s leg’s buckled a bit, which Catelyn knew meant he was near his end. Clegane let out a growl resembling a bear and sheathed his member completely in her throat, as his balls contracted, cock swelled, and he began to shoot his load directly down her throat. Catelyn could only lay there as her stomach was filled with his thick seed. She took small comfort in her mind that she wouldn’t have to attempt to swallow his cum, as it was shot directly into her stomach.

What she was less comforting in mind, was the orgasm that shook through her body.

She had cum, just from the brutal assault of her throat. Her legs shook and her hips bucked as she sprayed her small clothes with her juices.

‘What in the name of the gods is wrong with me?’

Clegane pumped his hips shallowly, milking every last drop of his seed. Slowly, he began to pull himself out of her mouth. Spit and cum bubbled around Catelyn’s lips as he dragged his shaft out of her throat. When he got to the tip, he held himself there. On instincts Catelyn didn’t even know she had, she sucked hard, pulling out the stray cum left, filling her cheeks. Finally, he completely unsheathed himself from her mouth.

He then cradled her head, sitting her up right, and turning her around. Catelyn’s mouth was closed, still full of his cum, so all she could do is look up at him with confused, clouded eyes.

“Let me see.” He said simply. Catelyn opened her mouth without question, showing him the pool of cum that sat there, her tongue wiggling and swimming in it.

“Swallow.”

Catelyn closed her mouth and swallowed down his load, into her already full stomach. She hiccuped as she finished.

“Am...Am I done?” She found herself asking in a hoarse voice.

“Not yet.” Clegane replied. Clegane walked over to a small bowl, filled with water, and a rag; standard practice in whorehouses. Clegane wet the rag, and and walked back over to her, and with surprising softness, began to clean her face.

If her mind was working at full capacity, she might’ve been shocked and distrysting of his actions, but she just sat there in a haze as the huge man cleaned her off like a small child. She found herself thinking about how sof his hands were.

After he finished with her face, he stood her up, and again with shocking gentleness, began to lace her dress back up, helping her put her arms through it’s sleeves, and tying the back. Once he finished, he went to his own pile of clothes, and began dressing himself slowly. Catelyn just stood there, not sure of what to do.

“You may leave.” Clegane said, pulling on his pants. “I will leave once I’m dressed. You have my word.”

Catelyn didn’t know why, but for some reason she didn’t think of Clegane as a man who lied. After a few seconds, she was able to will her feet to move. She walked out the room, giving Clegane a spare glance over her shoulder, before making her way down the brothel stairs. She looked around to make sure no one was there, before leaving the brothel.

There she was, once again ravaged by Clegane. Once again brought to climax by him, and once again making a walk of shame back home.

At least her night was over.
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Arya’s night was just getting started. She waited anxiously in her room, for the promise she spoke earlier.

‘Come find me later on, A reward for the winner’, She had told Joffrey earlier. Honestly, when she said it, she might've just been high on the rush of seeing him defeat her brother so soundly. She didn’t even know what she meant by “reward”, but Arya had always been good at improvising.

-Knock Knock-

Arya jumped at the knock at her door. She quickly went to open it, and standing on the other side was her prince, Joffrey, sporting his signature smirk. Arya just smiled back at him. She leaned her head out the door and looked around, making sure no one was around to see them, before grabbing Joffrey by his shirt, and pulling him into her room. He stumbled inside, and Arya closed her door.

“Well, giddy aren’t you? I thought I was the one getting something.” He said teasingly.

Arya giggled. She never giggled.

Joffrey really was doing things to her that she couldn’t even comprehend.

“Oh shut up.” She replied playfully. Joffrey leaned down to meet her eyes.

“Why don’t you make me.”

Arya stares at him for a second, before closing the gap between them, and pressing a firm kiss to his mouth.

Joffrey lets out a sound of surprise, before wrapping his hands around Arya’s waist. He straightened back up, causing Arya to go onto her tiptoes. Joffrey slides his hands down to her ass to support here, and just to get a feel.

The pair’s kiss is hard and aggressive. Mouths forming to each other, tongues battling for dominance. Joffrey pulls back, but nor before Arya gives his bottom lip a little bite.

Both are breathing heavily.

“Wow” Arya finally says.

“Eloquent.” Joffrey said with a smirk.

“That...that was my first kiss.” Arya admitted blushing. It’s funny, despite all the groping, and feeling each other up, the pair hadn’t actually shared a kiss over the last several days. Didn’t bother Arya, though. She was never a traditionalist.

“Mine too” replied Joffrey. Honestly that shocked Arya. She had figured all the girls in the south would be all over the young prince.

“Well, I suppose you’ll be wanting your reward” She said shyly. Joffrey raised an eyebrow at her.

“That wasn’t it?” He questioned.

Arya smiled, and detangled herself from Joffrey’s grasp. She stepped back, so that he could see her full form. Then, she pulled the string of the waistband of her trousers. They dropped to the floor, exposing her lower half to him.

She wasn’t wearing any smallclothes.

She stood there, fidgeting a little, as her lower body, smooth pale legs, hips, cunt and ass were on display for Joffrey to see.

She heard his breath hitch a little. His eyes were wide and staring. He stood there silent for several seconds. She was starting to feel a bit self-conscious. Then he smiled. Wider than she ever saw him smile before.

He was on her in a second, kissing her, and digging his hands in her supple ass. She squeaked and moaned into his mouth, as he manhandled her ass, digging his fingers into her soft skin, kneading and pulling.

“Gods I wondered what you felt like under your clothes.” He said, pulling his mouth back. Arya just giggled again and moaned as he gave her right ass cheek a light slap.Her cunt dripped and leaked down her legs as he continued to grope her. He started rocking his hips, grinding his clothed crotch against her slit.

“You better take those off, unless you want me to make a mess all over you nice pants,” She moaned into his ear. He didn’t need to be told twice. With one hand, he began undoing his trousers; Arya gave him a hand, helping him undo the knot in front, and dipping her hand in to feel him. He gasped as her hand closed around his hardening cock. She had no frame of reference outside of teaching from Septa Mordane, but she guessed he was on the larger size. The girth of him completely filled her hand, and he was growing to what she had to guess was 8 or 9 inches. He felt warm in her hand. Joffrey let his pants and smallclothes fall to the ground, and he stepped out of them, and kicked off his shoes. Now they were both bottomless, feeling and exploring each other.

Arya had had enough touching, and decided to step things up a notch. She pulled away from Joffrey once again, who let out a sound of protest. She smiled, and spun around, presenting her fat ass to him. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her hips, before walking over to the far wall of her room, and placing her hands flat on the stone wall. She bent over slightly, sticking her ass out. She looked over her shoulder again.

“You can stick it anywhere…..besides inside me.” She said breathily. Arya was a wild girl, but she had a hint of modesty to her.

Joffrey looked like he wanted to protest, but then stopped himself, not wanting to push his luck and spoil the moment. He walked forward, cock bobbing in the air, and settled himself behind her. He pressed his chest to her back, letting his cock fall between her ass cheeks. He begins to rock his hips, using her ass to jerk him off. Arya moans, and pushes back, trying to match his thrusts. She wiggles and shakes her ass on his crotch, letting his cock fuck between her cheeks. Joffrey groans and bucks harder into her, cock disappearing and reappearing in the valley of her ass. He leans back,and gives Arya’s left ass cheek a slap, then her right. He goes back and forth between her cheeks, slapping and smacking them. Arya, just yelps and moans, continuing to move her hips and ass on him.

“You like that huh? Had to know that a wild girl like you would be a masochist.” Joffrey taunted. Arya just mewled and nodded her head. He weaves one of his hands into her ponytail and pulls hard, causing her to gasp. Almost as if it were a reign he used it to pull her, so he could fuck harder between her globes. The sound of his hips smacking her ass filled the room.

Joffrey pulled back. He grabbed Arya by her shoulders and spun her around. Her pupils were blown, neck flushed, and she was panting heavily.

“Gods you’re so beautiful.” He said earnestly. Arya reddened even further at his praise, and gave him a goofy, crooked smile. She gripped his cock, and maneuvered him between her thighs, tip, pressing right against her cunt. She bent her head down and stuck out her tongue. After a few seconds, a glob of spit formed, and fell from her mouth, splatting right against Joffrey’s shaft. She gave him a few strokes with her hand to get him lubricated, before grabbing his hips and beckoning him forward. Joffrey got the message, and began to pump his hips, fucking in between her closed thighs, and grinding against her cunt.

He gripped her ass for leverage, fucking hard against her thighs. Arya rutted back against him, moaining and yelping at his hard thrusts. Her cunt was dripping all over his cock, adding lubrication, making it that much easier for him.

‘Is this what sex is like? Gods I would’ve done this earlier if I knew. Not with any of these local boys though. Only someone like Joffrey. Only Joffrey’ She thought as unfamiliar pleasure built in her stomach.

“Your cunt is so wet. So wet for ME.” Joffrey growled into her ear. Arya moaned at his words. She was close.

“Joffrey...something is- oh gods, OH GODS” She moaned lewdly as she thrust her hips faster, to get more friction against her pussy. Joffrey was happy to oblige, and met her thrusts with his own.

“Joffreyjoffreyjoffrey-oh FUCK”

Arya squeezed her legs together tightly, as she came. Her cunt sprayed, anointing Joffrey’s manhood with her juices.

Arya had never cum before. Sure when she was younger, she’d let a finger stray between her legs every once in a while, but she never brought herself to completion. Now that she finally reached her peak, she honestly couldn’t think about anything else.

“Oh..oh gods....” She panted as she came down. Joffrey pulled back slightly, looking at his glistening cock.

“S-sorry” She apologized shyly.

He just smirked at her. “For what?”

Suddenly, he bent down, and hooked his arm under one of her knees. Arya yelped, as he stood back up with her leg, spreading her open to him. She eyed him warily

“Joffrey, what are you-”

“I want to fuck you.” He interrupted. Arya flushed pink, and felt her cunt somehow get wetter than it was before.

“Y-you can’t” She tried weakly. She pushed against his chest half heartedly. Truthfully, she was so worked up, she didn’t even know if she WANTED to put up a fight.

“Oh, but I can.” He said, adjusting himself so that his tip was aligned with her entrance. He pushed forward slightly, parting her outer lips. Arya’s breath hitched as he began penetrating her. “You couldn’t stop me. If I wanted to, I could pin you down, and fuck you all night. I could ram myself right into your cunt, and fuck a baby into you.

Arya shuddered. She knew she should be mortified, but his words sounded ever so appealing to her. He continued pushing, head making it’s way into her virginal cunt.

“You’re right. You could take me right now.” She moaned out. “It’d be such a waste though.”

Joffrey stilled his hips.

She had him.

“What do you mean by that.” He asked, brows furrowed.

“I’m not fertile right now.” She explained. Despite what people thought, Arya did in fact pay attention in her lessons with the Septa. She learned about her natural womanly cycles. Septa Moderna made her and Sansa keep a calendar of their fertile periods. She said it was good to practice it now, so they knew it when married. “If you fuck me right now, If you pump your seed into all night, I won’t get pregnant.”

Arya didn’t know why, but there was a hint of disappointment in her voice as she said that.

Joffrey opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed. His brows knitted themselves downward, and he frowned slightly. Arya could tell her was slightly disappointed by her words, and contemplating what to do next. After a while, he let out a frustrated sigh, and let go of her. But he wasn’t quite done yet.

“On your knees.” He barked. Immediately, Arya dropped down, baningin her knees on the hard floor. She looked up at him in anticipation and confusion. He gripped his cock, and began stroking his cock right in front of her face, hand a blur. Arya reached out to touch him, but she swatted her hand away. She frowned a little, but placed her hands in her lap, eyes bouncing between his face, and his manhood. Suddenly his free hand shot out, twisting it in her hair.

“Stick out your tongue” He ordered shakily. She could tell he was about to blow. Arya obeyed, opening her mouth and laying it flat against her bottom lip. With a shudder and a low moan, Joffrey’s cock shot his load. First spurt landed directly against Arya’s forehead in a large glob, the second hitting her right cheek. The third and fourth spurts, hit her squarely on the nose, and on her wiggling tongue. The final spurts shot against her chin, and neck, as his orgasm died down. When he was sure his balls were empty, Joffrey let go of her hair, and looked at his handy work. Arya’s face was covered in his cum, running down to her torso and shirt. She put her tongue back in her mouth, and swirled around his seed, tasting his essence. She decided it wasn’t at all bad, maybe even something she would actively savor, as she swallowed it down.

“Heh. If I couldn’t breed you tonight, I figured marking you would be the second best option.” He said through a toothy grin. Arya smiled up at him, with cum covered lips. Joffrey then offered his hand to her to stand. Always the gentleman. Arya took it, and stood back up.

“Here, let me get you a cloth to-”

“No.” Arya interrupted simply. Joffrey looked at her queerily.

“No?” He repeated.

“No.” She said again. “ Wouldn’t be much of a marking if I just wiped it off. I’ll wear it until morning.” She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Joffrey just stared at her.

“What if someone comes in and sees you. Your sister? Your father?.”

“I’m not ashamed of this.” She said earnestly. Joffrey stared at her once more, and then smiled.

“You are truly something else Arya.” He laughed. “And you're MINE.”

Arya beamed at him. “Yours.”

No more words needed to be said. Joffrey pulled his clothes back on, and bid her goodnight.

Arya stood there, pantsless, thighs covered in her juices, cum running down her face.

And she couldn’t be happier.
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