Game of Thrones: The Avalanche (Excerpt - A Pleasurable Impalement)

*Note - all characters herein are over the age of 18.

Cersei approached Arya, and to the young woman’s credit she didn’t flinch. The queen’s eyes scanned over Arya’s nubile naked body, from her pert breasts to the scar on her abdomen to her smooth shaven pussy.

“Hmm. You’re not quite as beautiful as your sister, Sansa. But you’re not quite the ugly little beast you used to be, I will admit.”

Arya stared daggers at the Queen as she ran a hand over Arya’s smooth, toned belly. When Arya tried to close her legs, Cersei pushed them open again. Arya prayed that Cersei wouldn’t notice her arousal and have suspicions about the potion.

This hope faded a moment later. When Cersei saw that Arya was dripping wet between her legs, the queen smirked. “Now, that is interesting. Here I thought Sansa was the whore, but I may have been mistaken. You’ve grown moist from circumstances that would’ve left most women bone dry. It seems you enjoy being stripped nude like a harlot and chained up.”

Arya scowled at her, unfazed by the attempt to humiliate her. She felt nothing but hatred for the woman who had wronged her family in so many ways.

“We will see how aroused you are soon. I have something special planned for you.”

Cersei used two fingers to separate the lips of Arya’s labia. The queen gave another smug smirk, looking up at Arya’s face.

“Well that’s a tight little cunt, isn’t it? I expected as much. Pity that it won’t stay so tight for long.”

Arya glared at her. “What are you talking about?”

Cersei grinned. “Patience, little wolf.” Cersei turned her head toward the doorway of the cell. “Sir Gregor?” she called out.

To Arya’s shame, she admittedly felt a twinge of fear as Cersei’s personal queensguard, Sir Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, lumbered his way into the chamber. The absolute behemoth of a man was donned in black and silver armor that matched Cersei’s attire, his dread black eyes fixed on Arya’s fully nude body as he walked into the room.

Though Arya did well to mask her fear, Cersei could certainly pick up on some of it, smiling. “As I said, I will not kill you. And I’ve ordered Sir Gregor not to cause any permanent damage. But…this is nonetheless going to hurt, Lady Stark.”

With that, Cersei stood up onto her feet, taking her wine glass with her. Sir Gregor stood like a loyal sentry as Cersei walked behind him, reaching up to unclasp his cloak, letting it fall to the ground. Grinning at Arya, Cersei said, “I will give the two of you some privacy. Do enjoy yourself.”

Cersei shut the cell door behind her, leaving Arya alone with this giant monster of a man. Wordlessly, he began removing the rest of his armor piece by piece, followed by his underclothes. Arya’s earlier suspicions had been correct; Cersei intended for the Mountain to defile her. This became blatantly obvious to her once his undershirt and heavy pants hit the ground with a thud, followed by his helm clattering to the ground.

Now nearly as nude as she was, Arya’s eyes traced over the monstrous brute’s body. It was an utterly hideous sight. Gregor Clegane had been an inhumanly large, violent and sadistic man to begin with, but now he was the stuff of nightmares. Arya had heard of his trial by combat with Oberyn Martell which had left the Mountain grievously wounded but evidently not dead. Instead, the Mountain now looked like a hideously deformed monster, his muscular body covered in scars and veins. Black, viscous fluid of unknown origin escaped from several pores in his body and the side of his mouth. Black and crimson soulless stared back at her.

Sir Gregor Clegane’s humanity had always been questionable, but now it appeared nonexistent to the Stark girl.

What perturbed her the most, however, was the size of his member. As soon as his pants hit the floor, Arya saw it and she couldn’t help but gape. The Mountain’s penis was easily the largest one she had ever seen. He even had Hodor beat. As pale as the rest of his deformed body, his cock was easily a foot long at least, and incredibly girthy. The head of his cock was fat and a darker shade of pale than the rest of his shaft. It was a cock that was likely capable of killing a woman, and probably had at one point or another.

And Arya, who had always considered herself smaller than most people in the world, was going to have to take it. Somehow, her pussy pulsated with anticipation from staring at his horrifying member. It had to have been a result of the Rose Blossom potion, surely. Arya could not ever imagine herself growing aroused at such a beastly man naturally.

Arya was no longer a maiden. Gendry had seen to that, during the one night of passion that she’d shared with him. So thankfully her hymen was a moot point. But she doubted that would make the impending penetration from the Mountain’s freakishly huge cock much easier for her. She put all of her faith in the Rose Blossom potion, and prayed that it was everything it was rumored to be.

Arya flinched against her chains slightly as the Mountain lumbered his way up behind her, his footsteps nearly shaking the ground around her. With him behind her, she could no longer see him, but she felt his overwhelming presence all the same. Several moments past, and she was morbidly curious as to what he was going to do.

She no longer had to wonder, as The Mountain picked up her comparatively tiny body effortlessly. She was probably nearly weightless to a monster like him. Holding her aloft, he spread her slender legs up and open into a V shape, accomplishing this easily enough considering her legs were not chained. If there was a more vulnerable position to be in, Arya couldn’t think of one. He held her small, pert bum in each of his massive hands, lifting her whole body up and positioning her tight little pussy over his gargantuan fuckstick. The fat head of his pale cock twitched against her dripping sex hole.

He didn’t immediately ram it into her at first, thankfully. Perhaps because even a zombified brute like him could somehow tell that she was far too tight for him to enter her on the first thrust, even with the potion. Instead, the Mountain pushed the fat, wrist-thick cockhead up against her small pussy. Naturally, he did not enter. But with micro-trusts, her tight cunt lips began to spread themselves around Clegane’s monstrously fat cockhead.

Arya’s breathing increased from a mixture of fear, adrenaline, and the effects of the potion. The Mountain was making progress, tapping at her pussy and opening her up little by little. She knew it was only a matter of time before he pushed his way inside her. Perhaps the potion had been a mistake. Without it, it might have been completely impossible for her to enter her at all, no matter what he did.

After a few more small pushes and pulls, Arya grew frustrated and angry, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists tightly. She looked down and saw a trickle of her own juices dripping down his hideous shaft. The pink lips of her labia were kissing his fat gray cockhead in what was almost a comical contrast between her unblemished sex organ and his ugly foot-long cunt-defiler.

“If you put that in me, I will kill y- FUCK! Seven hells!”

Ayra’s threats were immediately cut off by the Mountain lifting her up slightly and then letting her body drop. It happened so suddenly that she wasn’t ready for it. His pale, girthy monstrosity bludgeoned its way into her tight, defenseless sex hole, pushing past her lips and sinking into her.