Bolton Rising Part 53 - Gregor

As Gregor drove home, his mind was already trying to form a rescue plan to retrieve his best friend and leader of the Bastard Boys, Ramsay Bolton, from the fortified military base and secret weapons lab of Roose Bolton. Escaping from that hellish place all those years ago was an impossible feat in of itself, and even now, a cold sweat chilled the Mountain's skin as he remembered his own imprisonment.  He knew Roose Bolton would have no mercy on his bastard son, even at his darkest moments, Ramsay was still just a shadow of his father's cruelty. As he pulled into the driveway and shut the truck off, Clegane sat in his car, peering up at the light still turned on in the bedroom, knowing his woman, Melly, was still up and waiting for his return. When I go after Ramsay, I might never come back to her. Gregor thought grimly, knowing this mission was more than likely a one-way street, hoping he would be able to find his friend before the worst could happen.

Melly heard Gregor's truck as it approached the big house, gravel crunching under it's tires as it neared, then the slam of the door as her man exited the vehicle. She felt the butterflies begin to flutter in her tummy, as she always did when he arrived. No matter how long they spent together, she still felt the rush of excitement that she'd felt when they'd first been drawn together. She had loved Ramsay, loved him in a desperate, terrifying way that had excited her, and yet she'd always known that she was never meant to be his. She belonged to Gregor Clegane, heart, body and soul. He he felt it too, she knew. She could see that it frightened him, at times. He had never known love before, this emotion was so new to him, a man who had only ever been treated roughly, who could barely remember a mother who'd been lost to him so long ago. Melly was his only weakness, if anything made him vulnerable, it was his love for her.

A few minutes later, he stood in the doorway of the bedroom, a small smile tugging the corners of his stern lips as Melly rose up onto her knees to greet him. Silken sheets fell away to reveal her body in a simple but delicate sheer, red teddy, breasts with hard tipped nipples visible in a tempting tease, making his mouth water to kiss and suck upon each one. "I needed to come home to this..." Gregor spoke, pulling off his shirt and kicking of his boots, before approaching the bed and pulling Melly in his arms, kissing her hard with passion and rising need. "I want to lose myself inside your body." He whispered against the flesh of her neck, kissing Melly's heated skin as his large hands groped her firm backside, yanking her closer and  pressing her belly up to feel  his trapped erection.

"I'm here, my love..." She whispered in return, breathless from his kiss, her arms sliding around his thick neck, hands gently stroking his close cropped hair, caressing his skin, loving the feel of his muscles moving under her gentle touch. "I'll always be here for you, my baby... my love..." She murmured sweet truths as he ran his hands over her curves, yielding to him, always; allowing him to mold her to his desires, as his desires were her own. Melly slid a hand down Gregor's chest, slowly, feeling his heart beating beneath her fingers before reaching lower, cupping the bulge in his jeans, his cock pulsing under her hand. A soft sound of need escaped her and she rested her forehead against his chest, breathing him in, her lips playing softly against his flesh.

The Mountain groaned as his woman squeezed his cock and moaned softly against his bared chest, kissing the spot over his heart and offering him anything he wanted would always be his. Melly peered up at him with devotion in her eyes, panting with parted lips as the Mountain slid a hand between her spread thighs and cupped the wet heat of her cunt, slipping thick fingers inside and making her ride his palm. When she was grinding her clit against his flesh, eager for more fulfillment, Gregor turned his woman around onto hands and knees, his cock throbbing at the sight of her nectar trailing down her inner thighs. "You drive me mad with desire woman." Clegane growled, grasping his engorged cock and letting the flared bulbous head slip between her pink wet lips, watching as Melly arched her hips and moaned, her tight sheath welcoming and needy.

She felt the head of his erection bump against the smooth skin of her wet and swollen entrance, dipping into her sweet nectar, then the firm push as he entered her. The sensation of that massive cock pushing into her was always first painful, then as her body adjusted to her man's girth, the pleasure quickly took over. Even with that first pain, she loved the sensation of Gregor entering her, filling her emptiness, making her whole. Only when joined together, did she feel complete, and she reveled in the glory of it. She always wanted him, never tiring of his big hands grasping her hips, pulling her onto him. Words left her now, the only thing she knew was pleasure and heat, as Gregor's rock hard shaft rammed into her hard and fast. Melly gasped, urging him on, wanting all he had to give. Even if his need was to hurt her, she gave herself to him freely, caring only for his need, understanding and accepting the beast within the man.

The Mountain fucked her harder and deeper even, than usual, pounding his pelvis over and over against her sweet ass, ripping the teddy to shreds as he reached and cupped her swaying tits from underneath, squeezing them with possessiveness.  He needed his inner beast to rise again, not to hurt his beloved woman, but to coax that hidden darkness to the surface and use it's strength, ferocious and deadly cunning to carry out his insane mission.  Gregor flipped Melly over roughly, thrusting back between her legs, knowing his face was reflective of his darkening mood, staring down at her face as she gasped in shock. But instead of tensing up and resisting, his beautiful trapped doe stayed relaxed and reached up to cup his stubbled cheek, pulling his head down to feast upon her breasts while wrapping her legs around his hips.

Melly saw it then, the change, watched his face as he brought up from deep within, a wild, untamed creature. The Mad Dog, they called him. This transformation startled her, but she was not frightened, and she would never resist him. Touching his face, she smiled, caressing his cheek, her eyes filled with love. She cupped his head to her chest, letting him take his fill of her, her body tightening around his, her pelvis clenching as he locked on a hardened nipple, pushing her over the edge.

Clegane sucked on her nipples hungrily, tugging on the sensitive tips with his teeth, making Melly squirm and cry out, orgasming over his thickened cock. The slick lubrication only spurred him on to drive deeper, ramming his steel length to the hilt, smacking into her cervix repeatedly. The Mountain loomed over Melly, his biceps flexing, abs and thigh muscles moving in a concentrated rhythm till his seed was milked from him, silken walls clenching and tugging every drop from his embedded cock, Gregor rumbling groans echoing off the walls with his woman's sweet cries of release. He rolled off to the side and hauling Melly's limp body into his arms.

Trying to catch her breath, Melly curled into the crook of the Mountain's arm and laid her head on his chest. She could feel the beast curling up inside him again, waiting. "There's something wrong." She said quietly. She did not have to ask. The sense that things were about to change was incredibly strong. Without yet knowing why, tears welled in her green eyes. "What is it Gregor, what's the matter?"   

Crushing her gently against his hot, sweaty chest, Gregor choked down a sudden ball of emotion, not even knowing where to begin to explain the depth of his feelings for her and what he was now going to do. Leaving Melly behind to go face impossible odds, to find and rescue the bastard who once had held her as pet like Arya, but also had brought them together and given Gregor a new purpose in life. As much as he wanted to kill Ramsay at times, he knew he owed the crazy bastard more then he could ever repay in one lifetime. So with a determined mindset but a heavy heart, the Mountain held onto Melly as he told her everything that had happen and what his next move was going to be.