Game of Thrones: The Avalanche

*Note - all characters herein are over the age of 18. Artwork used with permission from Viiperart. https://www.patreon.com/ViiPerArt/.

Arya Stark shivered with trepidation at her current predicament. Her body was held in suspension, her arms held up by chains extending from the ceiling. Her legs were unchained, but she couldn’t say how much good that would do her.

Especially since she had been stripped completely nude.

She didn’t know how her plan had gone so wrong. Arya had made it inside the Red Keep. The youngest Stark daughter had even made it as far as Cersei Lannister’s own chambers. She had drawn her blade and slipped off the face she was wearing as a disguise. She wanted Cersei to know who she was when she died. And she wanted her to die by her dagger rather than poison like she had done with Walder Frey’s family.

Arya had gotten within a few feet from Cersei, until she heard and felt a stomping just behind her. She spun around just long enough to see a familiar hulking figure looming over her. Then she took a blow to the head and everything went dark.

When she came to, she found herself in a cell, chained and stripped. Her head throbbed a bit from the blow that she’d taken to the back of the head which had knocked her out, but beyond that she did not appear to have been harmed any further.

The nudity did not specifically bother her. Though it was an obvious attempt to terrify and humiliate her, Arya was cut from a stronger cloth than that. After the horrors she’d witnessed and the many humbling humiliations the Waif had put her through during her training to become a Faceless Man, being stripped naked barely fazed her. The lack of her Valyrian steel dagger and her trusty sword, Needle, made her feel more naked than a lack of clothing ever could.

Arya took stock of her current situation. Her wrists were shackled, but there was a fair amount of slack in the chains themselves. This gave her a certain degree of freedom to shift her body around, but not much else. As for the shackles themselves, they were very tightly clasped around her wrists and there was absolutely no slack to them whatsoever. After her failed assassination attempt against Cersei, this was hardly surprising.

The youngest Stark daughter was rather surprised that Cersei hadn’t had Arya executed outright. The only reason she hadn’t was that Cersei undoubtedly had some sort of torture prepared for her. Arya steeled herself and took a deep breath. She would face whatever Cersei had planned for her with as much courage as she could muster. With any luck, Cersei’s pride would cause her to make a critical mistake, and Arya would once more be free and have another chance at revenge.

But Arya had also prepared herself for the worst. Prior to entering the Red Keep, she had taken a couple precautions in the event of capture. Firstly, she had replaced one of her missing back teeth which the Waif had knocked out with a false one. Within that false tooth was a lethal dose of the Strangler - a potent poison. This was a last resort, and one that she would only employ if the torture she was forced to endure became unbearable.

Her second failsafe was something a bit more unconventional. During her travels in Westeros and Essos, she’d seen rapes carried out, and been threatened with it numerous times herself. Any captured young woman like her had a high risk of being subjected to it. Thus, Arya had uncorked a vial just before entering Cersei’s chamber and downed the potion’s contents.

The potion in question that Arya had consumed was Rose Blossom - a rare and extremely potent aphrodisiac that Arya had stolen off a traveling maester in Braavos. Dignity mattered little to someone like her; killing Cersei and all the other names on her list was all that mattered. If she were to be captured and sexually abused as punishment, she would at least make the act much easier to endure. She’d take it, she’d close her eyes and pretend that they were Gendry. Whatever was necessary to play the long game and have another shot at sinking a blade in Cersei’s neck.

Sure enough, the effects of Rose Blossom were already starting to kick in. Arya’s skin felt warm and flushed, goosebumps materialized all along her forearms, and her breathing hiked up a notch. And of course, when she looked down between her naked legs, she could already see moisture dripping from her pussy. A single droplet of her own juice fell to the hard ground of the cell. The first of many, if the rumors about the potion were to be believed.

Arya perked up when she heard footsteps in the corridor outside her cell. The footsteps drew closer and closer until a familiar figure pushed open the door to her cell, shutting it behind her. She grimaced at the sight of who was in the room with her.

Cersei Lannister, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, sauntered into the chamber, adorned in her black and silver attire. She had a glass of wine in her hand and was sporting a smug grin that made Arya seethe and want to push a blade through the vile monarch’s eye even more.

“Arya Stark,” Cersei said, still smugly grinning. “Welcome back to the Red Keep. I imagine it’s been some years since you were last here.”

Arya said nothing, staring coldly at the queen.

Cersei sat herself down into a single chair alongside a small table, both of which seemed to have been set up in the cell for her at some point while Arya was unconscious. Cersei took a sip of her wine before setting it down onto the table. Looking back at Arya, Cersei’s eyes scanned over the young woman’s naked body.

“You tried to kill me,” Cersei said simply, cocking her head at Arya as if fascinated by her. “Did Sansa send you?”

“I came myself,” Arya answered, her voice emotionless and neutral.

“Is that so?” She took another sip of wine. “I do wonder what I’ve done to warrant you venturing this far south just to kill me.”

“Do you really need to ask?” Arya said, giving Cersei an expression of pure hatred.

Cersei stared at Arya, silent for several moments. “I just want you to know, I did not want your father dead. I tried to stop Joffrey.”

“You didn’t try hard enough, did you? I was there at the Sept of Baelor. I saw you,” Arya answered bitterly.

“Did you?” Cersei said, tapping her chin. “Curious.” She took another sip of her wine. “No matter. It happened years ago now. Ned Stark is long gone.”

“So is Joffrey,” Arya retorted, smiling at Cersei. “I only wish I had been the one to end him.”

Arya took pleasure in the look of brief anger that flashed across the queen’s face and her fist clenching for just a moment. Cersei composed herself a moment later. “But you didn’t. You didn’t lay a finger to my children. And that is the only reason I don’t intend a far worse fate for you, Arya Stark.”

The queen set down her wine glass on the wooden table again, standing up onto her feet. “But,” she continued. “You did attempt to kill me. And that cannot go unpunished.”

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, tucking her legs behind the chains cuffing her wrists. If there was a more vulnerable position to be in, Arya couldn’t think of one. He clasped his hands behind her neck, 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.

The young woman shivered and spasmed against her chains as her tight cunt was stretched open. Thankfully, the Mountain did not start pounding her like an animal like she expected him to. He was waiting for something, but she didn’t understand what. He held her aloft with only the fat head of his shaft plugged inside her, unmoving. A few moments later, she finally understood what he was waiting for. As she looked down, she saw her own juices leaking from her pussy, dripping down his long, girthy shaft. Partially penetrated and aroused thanks to the potion, her body began to produce lubrication in abundance, as if it somehow knew that she was really going to need it to be able to take his member.

Once she had lathered his shaft up in her clear fluids, the Mountain let out a bestial grunt behind her and shoved himself upwards into her, pushing another couple inches into her squeezing cunny.

“F- fuck!” Arya gasped. Spread open and legs raised, Arya could do nothing to prevent the Queen’s personal monster from sinking inch after fat inch of his cock into her. With the same brute force as the man wielding it, his cock forced her tight pussy to make room as he crammed himself into her pink, squeezing depths.

Her eyes bulged in shock when the fat head of the Mountain’s cock struck the entrance to her womb like a battering ram striking a gate. Beyond all possibility, he’d shoved as much of his gargantuan prick inside her as he could before finally hitting a wall. This seemed to frustrate the Mountain as he let out a deep, throaty grunt. He mashed his cockhead up against her cervix again, but she wouldn’t budge, despite how surprisingly accommodating her tight little pussy had been for him thus far thanks to the potion.

With no way of going deeper, the Mountain did the only thing he could do. He starting fucking the tiny young Stark woman. Gripping her by her pert bum, he drew her tight sheath up the length of his entire shaft, making Arya gasp and let out a soft moan from the sensation as every sensitive nerve ending in her pussy was raked over by his thick pole. When all but the head of his cock had slipped out of her, he pulled her body back down again while shoving upward, impaling her fully once more. Arya snapped her head back and cried out, but not from pain, as she was filled to the brim once again by more cock than she’d ever taken and likely ever would take. Soon enough, he began to work up a rhythm, his plunges made easier by the wetness flowing out of her.

Arya could not believe what she was seeing and feeling. She looked down and her eyes widened when she saw that her belly was actually bulging slightly each time the Mountain’s cock bottomed out inside her. With how small she was and how inhumanly large he was, their sex organs should not have been compatible. It was an utterly unnatural penetration that was only made possible by the potion increasing her pussy’s elasticity.

More baffling was her body’s response to the brutal fucking. He lifted her entire small, lithe body up and down his mammoth pole, her inner vaginal walls somehow submitting to the massive intruder and molding themselves around it to make room. And somehow, she didn’t feel the agony that she was certain she would have otherwise. Not an ounce of it. A bizarre stretching sensation beyond anything she’d ever felt before, but not pain.

The fact that Arya was completely helpless to do anything other than take the ravaging somehow only made her body quake with even more reluctant pleasure. Her legs were spread open and up lewdly, and her arms were chained uselessly. The Mountain did all of the work, and she could do nothing. He simply lifted her whole body up and down his prick, brutally punching his way in and out of pussy and resizing it in the process.

In that moment, she was nothing more than a cock-sleeve, a onahole, a tight orifice for this brute to shove his cock into. Such a realization should’ve repulsed her. And yet, she only found herself being propelled closer and closer to the biggest climax she was ever likely to have. And as much as she wanted to blame that all on the potion, she knew that was only partially true.

“Mmm,” Arya let a moan slip out, though the Mountain made no reaction to it. He simply continued his mindless, animalistic grunting behind her.

“I see you are enjoying yourself, Lady Stark.”

Arya, her blood pounding in her ears, looked across the room at Cersei. Despite how quietly Arya herself was able to move, she hadn’t even heard Cersei re-enter the room. The queen had hiked up the hem of her skirt, was chewing her lip with excitement, and now busied herself with rubbing her own pussy as she watched Arya’s defilement.

The Mountain increased his furious pace, bouncing her small, naked body up and down his cock like he was fucking a ragdoll. By now, a concoction of her juices and his precum leaked past the tight seal of their point of union. Judging from his increasingly rapid pace and more frequent grunts, Arya guessed that he was getting close.

As was she. She felt a climax only moments away, and she attempted to mask it with her abiding hatred of the older woman masturbating in the chair in front of her.

“I’ll k- kill you! C- cunt!” Arya growled at Cersei as her small body was bounced up and down the Mountain’s girthy cock.

Cersei was unfazed by Arya’s bluster. She stood up from her chair, and Arya could see the queen’s own pussy dripping with arousal as she approached her and the brute fucking her. Cersei stood right in front of her and was frustratingly even keeping out of headbutt range. Only a couple feet from each other, Arya stared Cersei down even as her body was jostled with every thrust and plunge of the hideous girth filling her sex hole.

“The wolf has more bark than her bite,” Cersei said. “Tsk tsk tsk. I can see right through you, Arya Stark. You are going to climax from Sir Gregor’s cock, aren’t you?”

Arya clenched her teeth. She fought back against the climax threatening to wrack her nubile body, but it was an uphill battle. The sensations of his cock pounded in and out of her tight cunt, combined with the effects of the potion, made it impossible to resist what her own body wanted.

“Go to he- OH fuck!” Arya swore as the Mountain’s fat cock hit a spot inside her that made her see stars.

Cersei gave another of her smug smiles. “Don’t hold back, little Stark slut. Let it all out. Here, I’ll help you…”

Arya’s eyes rolled back in her head as Cersei used two fingers to begin tweaking one of Arya’s pink nipples. Meanwhile, she used the thumb of her other hand to begin rubbing Arya’s sensitive clit right above the Mountain’s cock pushing in and out of her tight, wet cunt.

This was the breaking point for Arya. Her knuckles clenched so tightly that they turned white and she threw back her head, crying out her pleasure. Her pussy clenched down onto the Mountain’s girthy fuckstick, bathing it in her juices. Her moans rang out through the cell as Cersei’s fingers and the brutish knight’s member brought her to the biggest orgasm she’d ever had. But Cersei and the Mountain didn’t stop; the queen’s thumbs flicked Arya’s nipples and rolled her clit while his ungodly cock carried her through her climax.

Arya let out a long sigh and collapsed against her chains, her hair now frizzy and unkempt in front of her eyes. Her orgasm abated, but she could feel the Mountain picking up his pace, his cock pushing in and out of her oversensitive depths even harder and faster. Cersei withdrew her hands from Arya’s naked body, walking over and sitting back in his chair.

She poured herself another glass of wine. “I hope you enjoyed that, Stark whore. Because now it is Sir Gregor’s turn,” she said, sipping her wine. A moment later, she put aside the glass, hiked up her skirt, and picked up pleasuring herself where she’d left off before.

Though Arya’s first climax had ended, she was always rapidly approaching another one. The Mountain was increasing his pace and grunting like an animal. Using her body like a cocksleeve, he was furiously masturbating his cock with her tight cunt, pounding her up and down his slick pole faster and harder.

“Mm, oh, mmh,” Arya’s barely-contained sounds of ecstasy could be heard each time the Mountain’s fat cock bottomed out inside her. He slammed her small body up and down his cock several more times before he let out a booming grunt, impaling her fully on his cock until his fat gray cockhead pressed up against her cervix.

Arya felt his cockhead twitching deep inside her. With a pulse, she felt a thick, warm gush of liquid heat against the entrance to her womb. Then another. And another. In a fitting display for such a gargantuan man, he let loose an appropriately gargantuan ejaculation inside her cunt. The sensation of rope after frothy rope of his thick seed filling up her pussy was enough to make Arya cry out and reach another orgasm of her own. Her pussy rippled and squeezed around him as if milking him for his vile seed, his fat balls clenching and unclenching as they delivered their massive load into the Stark girl’s small body.

Finally, the young woman and the brute’s mutual orgasm came to an end and Arya’s body slumped against the chains, her body still held aloft by The Mountain gripping her by her ass. He let her spread legs fall back to the floor. After a moment, the Mountain slowly extracted his long, thick cock from her cum-filled depths. With a soft pop, his fat cockhead escaped her pussy, followed by a cascade of his seed from her well-fucked hole.

The Mountain removed her wrists from the chains, picked her up and carried her over to the single, dingy cot in the corner of the cell. He deposited her tired body onto the cot carelessly. Arya hissed from the sudden discomfort of her freely being able to use her limbs again, after her arms had been chained and her legs had been spread up into an uncomfortably flexible position for the entirety of her getting fucked.

Arya panted, trying to catch her breath again. She heard footsteps, and saw Cersei standing over her at the foot of the cot. Though Arya’s limbs were free, she knew that any attempt to lunge at Cersei in her tired state without a weapon would be futile, especially with the Mountain standing only feet away. Cersei got onto her knees in front of the cot, between Arya’s legs.

“Sir Gregor…come closer.” Arya watched as Cersei reached down and used both hands to keep Arya’s labia and pussy spread open as much as possible. “Don’t waste a drop.”

Arya’s eyes widened as she watched the Mountain dutifully position his mammoth gray cock right above her spread-open pussy. He wrapped a hand around his prick and jerked it back and forth several times. Several leftover globs of thick semen dripped from the piss-slit of his cock, falling right into Arya’s once-tight cunt, thanks to Cersei keeping her spread open for him.

“Mm, a lovely sight.” Cersei looked up at the Mountain. “Leave us for a few moments, Sir Gregor.” The Mountain obeyed, walking out of the room as his half-flaccid cock swayed between his legs.

Turning her attention back to Arya, Cersei cooed as she used both of her thumbs to spread Arya’s gaping pussy open. Thick globs of the Mountain’s semen bubbled up inside her and leaked from her recently fucked pussy. Cersei dipped a finger in and chuckled.

“Sir Gregor really stretched you out, didn’t he?” The queen swirled her finger around in Arya’s oversensitive pussy, making her let out a soft gasp as she did. When Cersei extracted her finger, there was a thick, gooey strand of cum that she played with between her thumb and forefinger. “And he filled you with a great deal of seed. He hasn’t gotten relief in a very long time, you know.”

Arya said nothing, her body still exhausted from such a rough fuck and an intense orgasm.

Cersei continued. “I must admit though, I am impressed. A small young woman like you? He should’ve fucked you to death, but you survived it.” Cersei smiled deviously. “Not only did you survive it. I heard those sounds you made. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Arya, her chest still rising and falling with deep pants from the reaming she’d received, struggled to answer. “I did…not…”

“You lie,” Cersei said, her grin never leaving her face. “Truth be told, I had intended to take pleasure in hearing your cries of agony as Sir Gregor split you open. But this is a far more enjoyable outcome. If only Ned Stark could see what a little whore his youngest daughter became, whimpering with pleasure at being used as a fucktoy for the Mountain’s cock.”

Arya turned bright red. She clenched her fists, wanting nothing more than to squeeze the life out of Cersei. The queen laughed at her inability to get the revenge that she wanted.

“Rest assured, you will keep getting what you want. I’ll be sure to send Sir Gregor back to your cell tonight. I will even give you some privacy this time, so you can moan out your pleasure as much as you like.”

Arya, looking vacantly at the queen with barely-contained hatred, said, “I am going to kill you. One day. No matter how long it takes.”

Cersei simply cocked her head and smiled at her. “Sir Gregor. You can come back in.”

The cell door opened again and the Mountain returned. His clothing and armor had not been donned again. Instead, his pale, mutated body was still as naked as she was, his massive girthy cudgel of a cock swinging back and forth between his legs in a half-flaccid state. He stood next to Cersei, looking expectantly at her.

“Give the Stark whore some loving company.” She looked at Arya pointedly. “He will be staying with you all night long, so you would be wise to find creative new ways to satisfy him.”

With that, Cersei left the cell, closing the door behind her. “You two lovebirds enjoy yourselves. Oh, there’s no need to re-shackle her, Sir Gregor. She won’t be needing them.”

With the queen’s snide parting words, Arya was left alone with the Mountain. The naked giant walked up to her as she stood before him on her knees. His cock twitched in front of her eyes as he stood over her, letting out huffs and puffs like an angry bull as he glared down at her expectantly.

Realizing she was on thin ice, Arya reached out her comparatively small hands and gently took hold of his half-hard prick. Thankfully, he allowed her to do so and didn’t do anything rash to her. Arya marveled at the cock in her hands with bated breath; she almost needed both hands to lift it. She placed her skinny forearm alongside it, and was amazed to find that it was literally the same size as her forearm, if not slightly thicker.

Her fingers experimentally brushed across the shaft in her hands, exploring every vein and fleshy inch. How many women had this cock defiled over the years? Arya could not help but wonder with morbid fascination. Her cunt was just the latest in a long line of them to be skewered by this thing, she had no doubt.

Now alone with this silent brute, Arya was left to grapple with her conflicting feelings. On the one hand, the Mountain was a monster who had caused untold suffering to many on the orders of House Lannister. And this was even before his apparent transformation. She wanted to end him and his masters, and that goal hadn’t changed. She would put Needle through his eye right now if she could.

And yet, another part of her couldn’t deny how much pleasure this pale, monstrous shaft in her hands had brought her. She knew of course that she would’ve felt completely differently without the potion to aid her. But regardless, when this massive prick had been inside her little cunt, he’d filled her completely, and every frenzied movement inside her had brought her sparks of exquisite pleasure.

Arya despised the Mountain. But the Mountain’s cock, on the other hand, would be an enjoyable distraction until she had her opportunity to take her shot at Cersei again. It was a fleshy weapon that brought agony and pain, hardly any different than when he wielded a sword. But a little help from the right potion and a bit of practice, it was capable of bringing pleasure to her as well.

She took his cock in her hands again, practically needing both hands to be able to lift it up. Arya licked her lips as it twitched in her hands. She just imagined this thing inside her again, and it made her dripping wet. With Cersei no longer watching her, perhaps she could indulge a little without fear…

Remembering that she would be stuck with this brute all night long, she knew she would have to keep him at bay before he grew impatient and caused some permanent damage to her. She didn’t trust a mad dog like the Mountain to follow Cersei’s orders to the absolute letter.

Arya used both her hands and began jerking and massaging his cock. He grunted, his fists clenching and unclenching as she attended to his prick.

“Seven Hells,” Arya gasped as his prick grew longer and thicker. Potion or no potion, it was unbelievable that someone her size had managed to take him inside her body. As she jerked his cock with both hands, a dollop of precum bubbled up from the tip.

Arya was taken aback as the Mountain seemed to grow agitated. He shuffled himself up closer to her, grabbing the back of her head and she feared for just a moment that he was about to snap her neck. Luckily he didn’t, but her reprieve was short-lived as the Mountain pushed his cock against her mouth, seeking entry.

Realizing the potential danger she was in if she didn’t comply, she opened her mouth and took the fat tip of his cock past her lips. She had very little experience with this, but she had to admit that something was driving her to do this, even beyond him looming threateningly over her. Her pussy dripped out her juices and remnants of his seed onto the floor beneath her. She was growing more aroused as she began sucking on the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around his glans.

This seemed to satisfy him for some time, but not for long. Arya’s eyes widened as the Mountain uncaringly grabbed her by her hair and shoved, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. For a moment, she feared he might unhinge her jaw. Again, this didn’t happen, and Arya wondered if the potion allowed all of her holes to stretch and take larger insertions. This did cause her to gag, however, as his girth pushed into her throat. She could do nothing but take as much of his prick as she could.

The Mountain began fucking Arya’s face in an almost comical display as her small her mouth was trying to choke down his colossal shaft. She gagged, finding it hard to breath as he skullfucked her. Wet, sloppy gagging and choking sounds filled the room and the Mountain placed both of his hands on the back of Arya’s brown-haired head as he plundered her mouth, grunting with animalistic pleasure as he did. Arya did the only thing she could do to alleviate this; she reached two fingers down and began rubbing her pussy, finding that she was getting wetter by the second from being facefucked by one of her most hated enemies.

Thankfully, before she ran the risk of choking to death, the Mountain stopped, yanking his cock from her mouth and allowing her to catch some much-needed breath. Strands of saliva bridged her gasping mouth to his spit-slick member twitching before her watery eyes.

She only had enough time to wipe her mouth with her arm before the Mountain grabbed her by the arm and lifted her entire body up. Unlike last time, she was now facing him this time, only inches away from his large, hideous head. He held her body aloft with both hands, using her ass for leverage like before. She was so much smaller than he was, and he could snap her like a twig if he wanted to. But when she felt his fat cockhead, lubed up with her spit, brushing against her pussy, she knew he had something else in mind.

The brute sought out her comparatively tiny hole with his cock, but missed it a couple times. He scowled darkly, and Arya feared for a moment that he might just kill her out of sheer frustration. Making a snap decision, Arya decided to give him what he wanted from her to make it easier for herself.

She reached a slender hand back and took hold of his wrist-thick member. Settling her tight pink cunt above the plum-sized gray head, she sank herself down just as he gave a shove upward. Their thrust towards each other was simultaneous. Arya moaned out her bliss in tandem with the baritone grunt from the Mountain.

Holding each of her pert asscheeks in each hand, the Mountain lifted her up and down his cock as they faced each other this time. Once again, she had no autonomy. She was nothing more than a tight hole - possibly the tightest hole he’d ever fucked. And he used her as such, bouncing her up and down his girth while he sighed and moaned. His fat cockhead slapped her cervix over and over again, but even this was a discomfort she was gradually growing numb to, possibly thanks to the potion.

Arya, no longer chained but with no hope of escaping the monster's grasp, did the only thing she could do. She wrapped her arms and legs around the brute’s iron-hard body and held on for dear life as his hands squeezed her bum and lifted her body up down his prick. And she did as Cersei had told her to do. She moaned out sweet sounds of pleasure. She held onto the giant who raised and lowered her by her bum, sliding her tight cunt up and down his pole.

It didn’t take long before the Mountain was ready to fill her with his cum again. And to Arya’s shock, it was another mutual climax. The sensation of the Mountain’s thick, virile load splashing against the entrance to her womb set something off in Arya. The thick, gushing sensation inside her pussy was like some sort of trigger for her, and she couldn’t be certain that this could be blamed entirely on the potion. Nevertheless, she moaned out her pleasure as a frothy mixture of her juices and the Mountain’s thick semen leaked from her gaping sex hole when he pulled his cock out of her.

When she looked up afterward and saw his cock firming up again, she realized this was truly going to be a long night. Though not a completely unpleasant one, a small part of her was forced to admit.

+++

“Hmm, very tender, from the looks of it,” Qyburn clinically remarked. “But no permanent damage, from what I can see.” He used his utensils to spread her open a bit wider. He examined her for several moments and looked satisfied at what he saw, nodding his head. “As I thought, Sir Gregor’s output of seed is even more substantial than before his transformation. Much of it has yet to drain out of you, I see.”

Arya wrinkled her nose with disgust, looking away. Qyburn, Queen Cersei’s new maester, had been called in the following morning to examine Arya’s body. What he had found was Arya’s small, skinny body glistening with sweat, passed out on the cot. Her hair was completely unkempt, she had some red marks on her pert bumcheeks and inner thighs from where the Mountain had squeezed her a few times. And naturally, her once-tight vaginal orifice was gaping and leaking out a steady flow of the Mountain’s seed. Some of it still had yet to drain out of her even into the morning.

“Tell me, Lady Stark. Were you in any pain when Sir Gregor’s member was inside you?”

“Of course I was,” Arya retorted, staring at the skinny, pallid older man. She gulped, hoping that Qyburn wouldn’t be able to look past the half-truth. There had been discomfort, and a degree of pain, but nowhere near as much as she should have experienced.

“Hmm,” Qyburn replied, and Arya hoped he wouldn’t call her bluff. “And when did you experience the most of it?”

Arya looked away, refusing to answer. She did not want to grapple with the fact that the Mountain, of all people, had made her climax.

“Lady Stark, your silence does you no favors. You might not believe it, but I am here to help you. I cannot do that unless you answer my questions. Now, when did you experience pain during your coupling with Sir Gregor?” Qyburn pressed.

Arya dropped her scowl and bit her lip. “When he pushed too deep. He was pushing on…something.”

Qyburn nodded with realization. “Ah, I understand. I have just the thing to help.”

As Arya watched, the eccentric former maester searched through his tools before he procured an object she didn’t recognize. It was a long metal utensil with a nozzle tip and a bulb at the end. She was unnerved for a moment as Qyburn inserted the nozzle tip between her spread legs, unable to avoid it thanks to the stirrups he’d used to keep her spread open on the cot. He fed the nozzle into her pussy and she gasped as he pushed it inside her deeper and deeper.

Arya let out a hiss of surprise and discomfort as the nozzle tip brushed against a spot deep in her nethers. As she watched, Qyburn gripped the bulb at the other end of the object and gave several squeezes. She felt a strange stretching sensation deep inside her, like something was being opened up in her most sacred place.

A moment later, Qyburn withdrew the object and set it aside. “There we are. This should help.”

“What did you do to me?” Arya asked.

“I dilated your cervix.”

“My what?”

“Cervix. The entrance to your womb. Now, Sir Gregor can push deeper within you without causing you undo discomfort. I think you’ll quite enjoy the result.”

Arya didn’t know what to make of this, and she had no idea how this would “help” her. She only trusted that neither Cersei or Qyburn wanted her dead or permanently injured at this point, so she hoped that would be enough.

“It was quite clever, you know.” Arya looked at him with confusion as he spoke. “To use Rose Blossom prior to your capture.”

Arya paled as she realized that the former maester saw through her ploy. Would he somehow undo the potion? Without it, the Mountain could split her open the next time he fucked her.

“Fear not, Lady Stark. Your secret is safe with me. I shall not tell the Queen,” he said, putting aside his utensils. “In fact, I had hoped to test my own concoction on you, if you please.”

“Why would I let you do that?”

“Well,” Qyburn said, turning to her and giving her an unnerving smile. “Because Rose Blossom made your coupling with Sir Gregor not only bearable, but pleasurable, for you. My brew will make it not only pleasurable, but euphoric. It will also last much longer than Rose Blossom.”

Arya gulped, trying to push down the feeling already welling up between her legs. Chewing her lip, Arya asked, “And it won’t cause pain?”

Qyburn smiled. “Oh no, Lady Stark. Quite the opposite.”

Arya nodded. Rose Blossom would be wearing off soon, and she would need a suitable alternative if she was to survive this ordeal for as long as she needed to. She had little choice. She sighed. “Fine. Do it.”

Qyburn looked pleased, he retrieved the potion in question, a small green potion. “Please drink all of it.” He uncorked the vial and handed it to her. Arya accepted it and dutifully drank it down. The taste was awful, like she expected it to be. But she was able to down the entire thing without gagging any of it up.

Tossing aside the empty vial, Arya looked back at Qyburn, who seemed to be observing her reactions. At first, she did not feel any different. “Well? When will it…oh!”

Once the effects took root, it was a near-instantaneous change. Her pussy began to thrum and pulse with pleasure, and she felt a heat in the pit of her belly and all over her skin the likes of which Rose Blossom couldn’t even compare to. Her pussy became utterly drenched in only moments.

“P- please…I n- need…” Arya begged, looking desperately up at Qyburn. She reached a finger down and began probing at her aroused slit, feeling sparks of pleasure from just experimental touching. She shuddered at what a cock would feel like inside her. The Mountain’s cock…

“Fear not. You’ll get what you need.” Qyburn looked to the door of the cell. “Sir Gregor?”

A moment later, the Mountain walked into the cell, staring unblinking at Arya on the cot. His clothes were already off and his monster cock was fully erect. Arya licked her lips upon seeing it. In that moment, she was never happier in her life to see his huge, hideous tool. She needed it inside her, to quell the heat in her belly and her sex.

Qyburn stood back to watch and give them room as the Mountain lumbered his way up to her on the cot. Arya, not wanting to waste any time and needing relief as soon as possible, got up onto her hands and knees, her ass facing toward the Mountain. She shook her bum at him, presenting herself to be penetrated by him.

She felt the cot creak slightly as the Mountain partially put his weight atop it, leaning over her. Arya gasped when she felt the fat, plump head of his cock mash up against her drooling sex hole. His hand wrapped around her tiny waist, and she realized that he could almost encircle it with just one hand.

He gave a grunt and a shove, and his massive cock slipped inside her sex. Arya’s eyes rolled back into her head as his muscular legs clapped against her ass and his cock slid into her. She came almost immediately, just from the penetration alone, crying out in blissful pleasure the likes of which she’d never felt before. Every nerve and pleasure point in her pussy was amplified tenfold from Qyburn’s experimental potion, and a girthy prick like the Mountain’s filling her up at once sent explosions of ecstasy throughout her entire sensitive orifice.

But the pleasure didn’t end there. The Mountain began to pound her from behind without any preamble. It was astoundingly easy for him to slide in and out of her tight cunt despite their size difference, considering how lubricated she was with arousal. He had gone in dry, but she was so drenched that it made no difference. One orgasm bled into another and the cot shook so hard from the small young woman getting railed that there was a risk of the cot collapsing from the rough debauchery taking place atop it.

Qyburn watched all of this with fascination from the chair and table, writing down notes onto parchment with a quill. He observed as the Mountain pounded Arya into the cot in front of him, his grunts, her moans, and wet sucking sounds of his cock entering and leaving her soaked cunt filling the room.

“You may be wondering why Sir Gregor keeps finishing inside your sex,” Qyburn babbled while the Mountain pounded Arya from behind. “Ever since his…transformation. Queen Cersei and I were not certain that Sir Gregor’s seed was still capable of taking root in a woman. Recently, I performed another experiment on Sir Gregor which I am confident will correct that issue. Of course, we cannot know for certain until we see the result of such a union.”

Arya was so blissed-out on the Mountain’s mammoth-sized bitchbreaker that she didn’t even hear Qyburn. With one hand gripping her waist, the Mountain’s other hand held one of her pert asscheeks. Arya threw her head back and her legs shook as the Mountain’s thumb found her tight pucker and pushed its way into her asshole while his cock kept drilling into her tight sex. It wasn’t long before she came once again from the dual sensation of both of her holes getting filled at once.

The Mountain suddenly pulled out of her pussy with a slurping sound. Arya let out a whine of protest as her needy sex hole was vacated by the welcome intruder that had been filling it. She was coming dangerously close to begging, before the brute casually flipped her over onto her back atop the cot. He bent her legs back, her flexible body folding until her feet were dangling by her ears. He was going to take her in a lewd mating press, she realized. She licked her lips at the sight of his twitching cock between her legs.

Arya chewed her lip as the Mountain’s giant slab of man-meat slapped onto her pussy. She was already getting drenched from the prospect of taking it inside her again. She still could not bring herself to feel anything but hatred for this monster, or for the vile queen and maester who held his leash. But Arya was growing addicted to his cock. Devoid of the monster it belonged to, it drew orgasms out of her body like water from a well, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

The fat, plum-sized cockhead dragged itself along her labia and settled against her pink little sex hole. “Just…put it in. Put it in my cunt,” Arya whimpered.

The Mountain’s dark, emotionless face said nothing. But a moment later, he gave her what she wanted. With a primal slam forward, he plugged his fat cockhead into her sex hole, stretching her open on the first thrust and causing her to let out a scream of ecstasy. The rest of his wrist-thick shaft followed, sliding inside her until her lips were stretched tightly around his girth and his fat cockhead soon battered against her tiny cervix.

Gripping both of her skinny ankles in his massive hands, he began to pound down into her, rattling the cot and causing it to thump against the wall of the cell as he pounded her tight little pussy harder than ever before. His fat cockhead thunked against her tight cervical opening like an arrow into a bullseye at the end of his pounding thrust. And thanks to Qyburn dilating the entrance to her womb, she felt herself opening up on the inside.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” Arya gasped as her body rocked with each brutal thrust.

Arya’s feet bounced on either side of her head and she gripped the edges of the cot as the Mountain used her tight hole like he was using a whore. His cock was raking her g-spot with every plunge and turning her legs to jelly. What was happening to her was a nightmare of the best kind. Try as she might to deny it, she’d never felt pleasure like this.

Suddenly, Arya’s eyes widened when she felt something deep inside her open up. Her cervix, partially dilated by Qyburn’s instrument, finally gave up its resistance under the pressure of the Mountain’s fat cockhead hammering relentlessly away at it. His fat, girthy cockhead pushed into her deepest place and he was able to sink another couple inches of his cock into her pussy. She was filled more than she had ever been filled before and likely ever would be again. This level of penetration should not have been humanly possible, and was only made possible by Qyburn’s potion.

With this additional layer of tightness gripping him as he pushed his cockhead into her womb, the Mountain snarled and gripped her ankles tightly as he shoved deep. The cum rushed up his shaft as he reached his peak, spurting directly into her previously untouched uterus.

“Oooh…mm,” Arya cooed with bliss. The sensation of the Mountain blowing a thick, sticky load of cum into her (unbeknownst to her) ripe, fertile womb was enough to set off a chain reaction of orgasms in succession. Qyburn’s potion only enhanced her pleasure more than she thought was possible, but it was the arousal of the act itself that gave her the most pleasure. The fact that such a fat cock had somehow squeezed past her tight cervix to blast gush after gush of thick, sticky cum directly into her baby chamber was enough to make her climax from the thought alone.

“F- fuck…I- I’m c- cumming!” Arya screamed. Clear fluid streaked out of her cunt as the Mountain’s girthy bitchbreaker sliuced in and out of it. She even managed to hit herself in the face with some of her own clear feminine ejaculate from the intensity of her climax and her body being folded backwards the way that it was.

It felt like a never ending orgasm to her as she was thoroughly inseminated into the deepest recesses of her sex. Her belly even began to round slightly as her womb was awash with the Mountain’s cum while his fat cockhead kept her cervix plugged. Eventually, however, her belly bulged no further and the Mountain’s plentiful load slowed to a trickle inside her. He let her legs fold back down to their natural angle and he slowly drew his cock out of her. He actually struggled to pull his cockhead past her cervix again, but after a couple tugs, he yanked himself out the rest of the way out of her with a soft wet pop.

The Mountain stood up onto his feet and began donning his armor again. Arya struggled to catch her breath as she watched him leave the room. Qyburn, who Arya had forgotten about, looked very pleased with the results of this coupling. It wasn’t an aroused sort of satisfaction, but a very clinical satisfaction as he smiled at her.

“Are you satiated?”

Arya was nearly comatose from the overwhelming sensations her small body had just been subjected to. All she could do was let out a single nod, staring up at the stone ceiling.

“You should know, Lady Stark, that my potion has also increased your fertility.” Arya blanched at this and Qyburn smiled with false sweetness at her reaction. “I have also advised Queen Cersei to increase the frequency of Sir Gregor visiting your cell to copulate with you. She has agreed.”

Whatever exhaustion she felt quickly dissipated, and Arya felt new strength in her body. She stood up from the cot and wanted to make a lunge at the maester to choke the life out of him. But he had already closed the cell door behind him before she could even get up from the cot.

“Sweet dreams, Arya Stark,” he said from beyond the cell, his footsteps receding down the corridor.

Arya looked down at her cum-bloated belly. She was in disbelief, using two fingers to press down slightly on her belly, feeling some of the hot cum ooze out of her gaping cunt. The Mountain had ejaculated inside her so thoroughly that he had actually bloated her womb with his semen. And given that his fat cockhead had managed to push past her cervix thanks to Qyburn dilating it, most of his cum had nowhere to go but to be trapped in her uterus.

Worse still, he’d bloated her womb right after she’d inadvertently and willingly downed Qyburn’s entire potion which had increased her fertility. There was a chance his seed was taking root inside her even now.

Arya decided right then and there that Qyburn was being added to her list of names.

+++

Days passed, and then weeks. Arya fell into something of a routine. She was fed, bathed, and fucked by the Mountain several times a day. Sometimes Cersei watched, sometimes she didn’t. It was clear to Arya at this point that she was being kept alive as a source of entertainment for Cersei. The Queen unashamedly masturbated herself to the sight of the Mountain impaling Arya’s tight little pussy onto his colossal shaft and using her like a fuck toy.

She had been fucked in just about every position. On this occasion, the Mountain had just finished pounding her in a prone bone stance into the cot beneath her while Cersei watched with amusement. After she had left the room, leaving Arya and the Mountain alone so she could attend to other business, the Mountain had picked Arya’s small body up to continue fucking her standing.

“Cersei…”

The Mountain had his arms clasped behind the back of Arya’s neck, her legs spread open in a familiar V-shape. His cock punched its way in and out of her pussy, his cockhead thunking away at her tender cervix with every plunge.

“Qyburn…”

Arya continued her ritualistic chant. The very same one that had kept her going for so many years. Her list of names. The number had dwindled over the years, some killed by her, some by others. It was a small list now, but it was still her anchor - the thing that kept her going. It helped take her mind off of the sensation of being spread open by a cock that should’ve never been capable of penetrating her.

“I- Ilyn P-Payne…fuck!”

Arya was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on her chant. She was being pushed closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. His gargantuan cock just felt too good inside her. This was the truth, and it was pointless to deny it at this point. She no longer even needed a potion anymore; her body had accepted him after a lot of practice. She’d already had the Mountain’s bitch-splitter inside her more times than she could count. And it never failed to make her cum, in all the times it had been inside her.

Arya began panting as her body rocked up and down, her pussy sliding along the length of the Mountain’s cock over and over again. She grew dizzy from the exquisite pleasure, only moments away from an orgasm. The Mountain growled like a rabid animal behind her, increasing his pace. He used her body and her pussy like a sleeve - a tight, silky vice to milk the vile semen from his unholy balls and drain them into a convenient, living receptacle.

He slammed her up and down several more times, Arya’s passionate moans echoing off the walls of the cell.

Arya threw her head back. “T- The Mountain!”

She announced the final name on her list as a tremendous orgasm shook her body. Her legs shot up into the air as if struck by lightning, her body quivering in the monster’s grip. Clear fluid streaked from Arya’s cock-filled cunt, firing with such velocity that some of it managed to glaze the opposite wall of the cell.

The sensation of Arya’s climax and her tight pussy clenching down around him brought the Mountain to his own release. He let out a booming roar, his grip tightening on the back of her neck slightly and Arya was fearful for a moment that he would snap her neck. His cock pulsed, growing thicker for the briefest of moments, as if she could feel the cum traveling up his massive shaft. A moment later, the first titanic gush of hot semen splashed against her cervix.

The Mountain pulled himself out of her and dropped her to the cot. He jerked his cock, dousing Arya’s naked body with the rest of his semen. Arya even opened her mouth to catch some that struck her in the face. Her fingers pinched and rolled her own nipples as she was covered in the brute’s remaining ropes of cum. After showering her in his semen, he turned without a word and left the cell, slamming the door shut behind her.

As the Mountain’s thick semen poured out of her gaping hole, Arya tiredly played with the globs of cum covering her naked body. She looked down at the unmistakable baby bump she was now sporting. She had had a few weeks to come to terms with this, after she’d begun getting sick. And then Qyburn had confirmed it.

Oddly, Arya was not as horrified or shocked by the news that she had Clegane’s cursed bastard in her belly. For now, it was simply an inconvenience, a burden to her. If nothing else, she was being treated better ever since the confirmation of the pregnancy. More meals and more freedom to roam her cell, as well as frequent check-ups from Qyburn.

Evidently, both he and Cersei had investment in the child she now carried. Something about them wanting to see if they could replicate Sir Gregor’s inhuman attributes onto his offspring.

Ultimately, Arya simply saw the advantage. With her pregnancy, she might have a means of escape and a shot at Cersei when she gave birth. But until that day came, she would make the most of her situation, and the endless climaxes that came with it.