The Snow Keep

It really is! Just like Winter, it's been a long time coming, but the Mountain Chapter 19 is finally finished. It should be posted before the weekend is out. Right now it just needs to be read by my beta reader and edited one last time. For some reason I had to write four completely different versions of this chapter before it felt right. I'd put it away in between and work on other things, before picking it up again. Up until this chapter, whenever I'd have the time to sit down and write, everything flowed really easily, so I'm hoping that chapter 20 will come much more quickly than this one did. I think that part of the problem, is Nella. She and I don't see eye to eye, so getting into her head is a bit harder for me. While I'm nothing like Gregor, I've had life experiences that help me to feel more comfortable writing someone like him. Anyhow, whatever the trouble, I'm happy to move on to number 20! I never thought it would go this far and I'm

Sandor Clegane lined up the shot, pulled the trigger and fired another round into man before him. A bulls-eye to the forehead of the paper target at the end of the line. The Hound's lip curls up into a snarl of satisfaction as he pictured this imaginary foe dropping dead at his feet. He had been at it all morning, loading bullets into his gun's chamber and firing them off with deadly accuracy. Trying to get his mind off things back at the penthouse. Especially her... Alayne, the Little Bird. The woman who belongs his boss Petyr Baelish. So far it hadn't been working. Ever since that night they kissed, touched and groped. He couldn't get the taste of Alayne off his tongue, the feel of that girl's body lingered upon his hands and the sweet sound of her voice continued to moan in his ear. Everything about that experience was torturing him day and night, like a never ending dream. He found it difficult to even look at her now without going hard as a rock,

Sandor : Petyr Baelish had been gone now for several days. A business trip overseas, securing rights to some ancient castle left behind in a will from a deceased relative. Why that smirking, smug ass wanted such a thing, was beyond him. It sounded like a ruined shit hole, but Baelish had said the land alone was worth a fortune, and money always called to the Mockingbird. The Hound turned his thoughts away from such trivial matters and turned his dark gaze upon his own responsibilities. Watching over Alayne Stone, the boss's pretty Little Bird. She was fluttering around the penthouse now in nothing but short shorts and a loose tank, headphones in her ears, dancing to some pop tune and driving him mad with thoughts of her naked body bent over the yacht railing from days past. He could still hear her soft sexual cries in the wind as he laid in his own bed at night, stroking his hard cock, groaning as he imagined her spread wide to take him.     Alayne : Alayne wonder

Petyr : Now, now, it's a surprise my dear. he chuckles as you squirm in the backseat of the limo and complain about the blindfold as the car drives along We're almost there and you're going to love this. Petyr grins as the car comes to a stop and he helps you out, the warm summer breeze coming off the ocean, wafting the scent of sea salt in the air Now you can look Alayne. takes your blindfold off, revealing a brand new luxury yacht waiting off the dock. the sun is just beginning to set, bathing the beautiful boat in hues of orange, pinks and reds. The name "Little Bird" is elegantly scripted on the yacht's side   Alayne : gasps, covering her mouth with both hands, then spinning around to face you PETYR! she cries as she throws her arms around your neck, kissing you again and again, then pulling back to look into your smiling grey-green eyes this is too much! you...oh! kisses you again, running her fingers through your hair   Petyr : Mmm... sav

  Sandor: slams the door to his bedchambers after carrying you off, tossing you roughly to his bed and looming over you with a predatory look in his dark angered eyes I'm going to have you, girl and nothing is going to stop me growls Alayne : lies on her back, chest heaving, staring up at you, cheeks flushed, with fear, desire in her eyes We shouldn't... but by the Gods, I need you so badly... I've waited for this for so long...   Sandor : rips off his Vale cloak and tosses it to the floor with a growl, before climbing onto the bed, trapping you beneath him You think I wouldn't make you suffer for this... grabs you by the chin, staring into your pretty eyes with a dangerous sneer upon his horribly scarred face Every time you give yourself to him, I will take my own pleasures from you as well. You belong to me... crushes his lips against yours with a forceful kiss, thrusting his tongue past your lips     Alayne : tears still rolling down her cheeks, she ki

Petyr : arrives home at the penthouse after midnight, dismissing his guard the Hound and wandering into the Master bedroom, smiling softly as he sees you sleeping nestled in the sheets, side table light still on and a romance novel clutched in your hand Oh my little bird... he whispers, as he gently sits down on the bed beside you, stroking your soft cheek with his fingertips, leaning down to kiss your tempting lips   Alayne : stirs, waking slowly, kissing you softly before her eyes are even fully open, she reaches up to stroke your hair, keeping you close as you pull away a little. meeting your grey green eyes , you can see her eyes are red and slightly puffy Petyr... she whispers as she gazes up at you, smiling sleepily You're home, I tried to wait up for you     Petyr : I can see that my dear. he chuckles, cupping your cheek and holding up your book with the other hand Is the villain ever the hero in these stories of yours? teases, raising his brow at the front c

  Petyr: Walks into your dressing room after your performance, dressed in a finely tailored suit, smooth and suave as always. He's flanked by his top body guard the Hound, who gives you a quick dark look then takes position by the door, standing watch. "Ah there you are my sweetling. Wonderful new song. You were breathtaking up there."   Alayne: Smiles up at you in the mirror as she removes her earrings and unpins her auburn hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. She turns to face you, her eyes flicking to the hound, then back to yours.  "Did you like that, Petyr? I thought you might. You always like the love songs. Did you think it sounded alright?"     Petyr: Slides his hands over your bare shoulders and leans down to kiss the nape of your neck, whispering in your ear. "Beautiful, my Queen. I want a private encore later." Smiles as he moves to lean against your makeup table, watching you. But first, I've got business to attend to. Cl

Arya: Panting, Arya looks up as the two men enter the room. Both are big and fit, one larger than the other. Her whole body quivers with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she can feel she's still wet as your guards come to stand before her. She knows her cheeks must be flushed red and her bare pussy lips must be pink and puffy. As she watches them take in her bound form, she can feel you standing behind her, your hand resting possessively on her shoulder. She is afraid, but somehow excited, waiting to see what you will order them to do to her.     Ramsay: "Boys, it's time you met my pet Arya more intimately." As he speaks, he pulls his switch blade out and slices the ropes binding your hands behind your back, freeing you from the tight restraints as Alyn and Skinner smirk almost in unison. "Is she a good cock sucker?" Skinner questions, grabbing at his crotch, already thick with arousal from the sight of your naked body, those full tits exposed, cu

Ramsay: "Come along now pet." He smacks you on your bare ass and lets you walk in front of him, taking you straight into the master bedroom and shutting the door. "Take off everything you have on." He orders before disappearing into the walk-in closet, searching for a special ensemble he wants you to wear. The Bastard of Bolton returns with a full body black latex outfit, gimp mask and high pointed ballerina heels, tossing the outfit onto the bed. "You will wear this tonight my pet, to entertain my boys and I in the dungeon." Arya: "Oh..." she answers, not knowing what else to say... Usually she is barely covered, so this is quite different. "Yes, of course...Master." She begins to undress as you watch, her mind racing ahead to the dungeon. She can't help but anticipate what will be done to her there. You and your boys, you'd said... More of them she wonders? Or the same three who've visited her tonight...or al

Ramsay: "How are you feeling my lovely pet?" Smirks as he stands before you, enjoying a glass of wine and a smoke. Your body spread open and tied to the antique plush sofa in the living room clan in a tight lace corset, black silk stockings with matching garter belts and a pair of deep red pumps, but no panties of any kind. The Bastard is enjoying the sight of your pink pussy on display as your legs are held wide open, ankles chained to the front posts of the sofa, while your arms are bound behind your back. Arya: She looks up at you, eyes wide, not knowing what to expect, but just being in this position, open, helpless, your eyes on her, makes her pussy tingle. "I feel... I want you, Master... I like it when you look at me...." She feels her nipples, already hard little nubs, begging for your attention, the air on her exposed cunt is cool, and she can tell she is already wet for you. "I want you... so badly..." She says in barely more tha

Ramsay: He sits in the limo, scowling out the window and smoking a cigarette, glaring as the world goes by, his father always pisses him off and sours his mood. The Bastard of Bolton spares you a few glances here and there, his pale eyes roaming with a dark possessive aura, marking your exposed flesh. "What do you think of my father, Pet? See any resemblance between he and I?" He questions without even looking at you, staring at the whores on the street, showing off their wares, finding a redhead in the bunch to be the most disgusting sack of fuck holes. "Hmm... what I'd give to sink my blade into that one right now. A disfiguring would do wonders for her complexion."   Arya: Stopped at a traffic light, Arya too, watches the prostitutes gathered on the sidewalks. She isn't sure which woman you are referring to, although the redheaded one looks far more used than the others. She nods, answering softly, "I do see a resemblance between you a

"It's kind of big, but..." Gregor stopped his words as he entered the bathroom again, holding on to one of his massive sized muscle shirts and found Melly asleep in the tub. "You can't sleep in there, girl." He sighed, tossing the shirt over one broad shoulder and scooped her out of the water. The Mountain ran his dark gaze over her naked form, dripping wet, her nipples hard pink peaks his mouth suddenly watered to taste. "Fucking hell," Gregor grumbled, as he yanked a towel off the nearby rack and wrapped her up before the growing erection in his pants demanded more than a casual thought. He carried her off and up the stairs to the second floor, finding the guestroom nearest to his own master suite and laid her down gently in the soft bed. "Was I sleeping?" Melly yawned. Sighing against his chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her. She realized she'd never felt so safe in her life and wondered if it was rig