Bolton Rising Part 67 - Gregor & Melly

As soon as Qyburn had arrived, Gregor watched the slight, older man with a wary eye has he tended to Ramsay Bolton's multiple injuries, administering more medication and sedatives to relieve the pain. The Mountain was surprised and amused the Bastard's pet, Arya, had been allowed to stay through the examination too. Ramsay's hand had been wrapped around the girl's small wrist like a steel jawed vise, refusing to be pried open from its prey, even as he fell into a deep sleep. Luckily, Damon had brought the naked pet a silk pink robe before the so called "doctor" could rake his own predatory gaze over her. Nothing about Qyburn made Gregor feel comfortable to be around the man's presence. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, but something always made the hair on his arm stand on end from Qyburn's creepy stained aura.

"Are you feeling cold?" Qyburn questioned with a mocking tone, poking and prodding at the Mountain's ribs. "Hmm... Nothing broken. Just deep bruising. I'll give you something for the swelling. As for the laceration on your arm, that's going to need stitching up. I'm sure you don't mind another scar."

"Whatever. Just get it done," Gregor growled impatiently, his anxiety growing the longer Qyburn's hands were touching him. "I've got somewhere to be." Clegane's mouth had gone dry, while his breathing quickened and his heart raced, and he was suddenly feeling lightheaded.

"You're quite tense. Would you like to be sedated while I finish the exam and patch you up?" Qyburn smiled with a flash of polished teeth, yet the grandfatherly wrinkles around his eyes did nothing to soften that cold assessing gaze.

"Fuck no." The Mountain clenched his jaw, fighting back the unexplainable fear making him want to bolt out of the room. "Slap a band-aid on it before I snap your pencil neck. I'll have my own woman sew it up later." Gregor glared, snatching a bottle of pain pills from the man's medical kit. "These will be more than enough. I don't need any of your new age science bullshit."

"As you wish. My services are always here if you change your mind." Qyburn chuckled softly, packing up and checking on Ramsay one more time before leaving, handing a bill to Damon as the Bastard Boy entered.

"If that creep comes back, don't leave Ramsay alone with him. Ever…" Gregor warned while putting on a clean shirt, not explaining further as Damon raised a questioning brow.

"Okay, sure thing." The Bastard Boy shrugged, trusting Gregor at his word. "Skinner is going to give you a lift home. He's waiting in the garage. I didn't think you'd be wanting to spend the night." Damon smirked, having overheard the impromptu phone sex along with Ramsay and Arya's vocal reunion.

"Don't be thinking about my woman that way unless you want to choke on your own balls." The Mountain walked past with a slight limp, giving Damon a threatening scowl before leaving and meeting up with Skinner. He bummed a cigarette off the Irish prick as they drove away, needing the nicotine to calm his rattled nerves. Afterwards, Clegane let the road lull him to sleep to avoid any more idle chit chat with the Bastard Boy.

Gregor awoke some time later to Skinner's whistling as the man parked the car and stared out the window. "Well, bloody fuck... Someone made an improper house call and broke your damn door, man. Busted the frame and everything. You ought to tell your lass duck tape is hardly a fix for such things."

"Did she call you about this?!" Gregor stormed out of the car before waiting for a reply, marching up the front steps, knocking the broken door over. "MELLY! WHERE ARE YOU, WOMAN?" the Mountain rumbled with emotion, ascending the staircase and noticing one of the dogs was missing as they eagerly barked and jumped around him.

When she heard the Mountain's deep voice bellowing through the house, she sprang to her feet and ran to the head of the stairs. She hesitated there, still frightened after the unexpected visit from her brother in law, the Hound. He'd shattered the door to the master suite, as well as the front door, and although she knew a locked door wouldn't keep Sandor Clegane out, she felt the need to take some kind of precautions. After taking a spare handgun from Gregor's gun safe, Melly had moved all of her necessities, iPhone, laptop and books, and locked herself in one of the spare bedrooms. With her toiletries in the attached bath, she emerged only to feed the dogs and prepare small meals for herself, which she brought back to eat in her locked room.

The sounds of excited dogs greeting their master reached her and she called out, "Gregor!" as she flew down to the landing, only to be met by her man and scooped up into his strong embrace. "Oh, by the Gods, you're really here!" she choked, wrapping herself around his huge frame and covering his face with tearful kisses.

Gregor buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. "Are you all right, girl?" he growled, running his hands over her body as he held her close. "What the fuck happened here?"

Melly pulled back, breathlessly, cupping his face between her hands and looking into his dark eyes. "Your brother was here," she answered. "The dogs went after him... he did a lot of damage, though. He killed Archer..." She paused, picturing the dead dog and trying to be strong, as Gregor's face registered concern, love and fury, all at once. "I'm all right, I promise."

"I'll fucking rip him inside out and gift you his spine!" the Mountain replied with a snap of the teeth, squeezing Melly tighter against him, overwhelmed with emotions at the thought of losing her. Gregor knew Sandor could have ended everything so easily, settled the score with his big brother and destroyed him completely by hurting the one thing he ever cared to love. "I should have been here... I'm sorry I took so long." The Mountain held Melly's beautiful face with large rough hands and took the girl's mouth with a deep kiss, craving the taste of her like an addict as he parted the seam of her soft lips with his tongue. Not bothering to move onward to the bedroom, Gregor leaned Melly against the staircase wall as the kissing grew more heated, yanking at the girl's pj tank top to expose her full breasts as her own hands pulled at his shirt.

He pulled away only for a moment to comply, leering at his half naked woman while tossing his shirt to the floor and ordering the dogs out the house. "I could eat you out for hours and my hunger would still not be satisfied." Clegane smirked, popping the button on his jeans free, a sizable erection clearly outlined by the tight material. "I need to bury myself inside you and never come out."

"Oh, my love..." Melly began to answer, but her voice broke into a sob. She'd been so frightened and so lost without him. Now he was here and her emotions were running wild. She shook all over with need for her man, but she couldn't help taking a moment to admire his hulking physique. He loomed over her, huge and muscled, smiling darkly as he pulled her close again. Reaching between them, she slipped her hand into his jeans and gripped his cock, rubbing him as his mouth covered hers. He growled into their kiss and she could feel the tears running down her cheeks while she nipped and sucked on his bottom lip.

The Mountain lifted her higher, pressing her against the wall and bending his neck to lick and suck at her jutting, pink nipples. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, hips grinding, with Gregor's rock hard erection pressing into her. The blood rushed through her veins, flooding her pleasure centers and she knew she was slick with moisture, ready for him. "Please, Gregor..." she gasped, grasping at his massive shoulders. "I want you in me, everywhere. Fuck me until you break me... I need you."

Clegane yanked his woman's soaked panties to the side and guided Melly's pink slick folds over the head of his cock, letting gravity slowly ease her over the bulbous head. The Mountain groaned at the tight entrance giving way, with a slight thrust upwards he wedged himself further, biting into the soft flesh of the girl's breast as she cried out. Yet his cock throbbed for more sweet friction, and pumping his wider hips forward, Gregor spread Melly's legs over the crooks of his arms, cradling her against his body as he fucked her deeply. With her small hands interlocked behind his thick neck, they stared into each other's eyes, feeling one another as man and woman in the throes of passion.

It hurt as Gregor entered her, as it always did. He was so big and she loved that acute burn as her body stretched to welcome him. As the burn faded, it was replaced by deep pleasure as he began to move within her, filling her. Melly ran her hands over his short, cropped hair and savored the feel of him. The friction of their bodies, his teeth on her skin, the familiar smell of him caused her emotions to soar out of control. Stronger still was the feeling of completeness that he gave her. This was where she belonged. She could not stop looking into his eyes. She wanted to tell him that he made her whole, but she didn't need to speak. She could read in the intensity of his gaze that he knew.

With a rumbling groan, Gregor slid Melly fully upon his cock, that thick length thrumming inside her clenching sheath as her wet cunt kissed his aching balls. He carried her up the final steps of the staircase and into master bedroom, frowning at the busted door there as well, before placing her bent over the bed at the waist. The Mountain stared with desire at her firm upturned ass, ruined panties around her knees, while Melly's fingers grasped onto the bed sheets, knowing her man was going to fuck her senseless. "Whenever I'm away, I dream of coming home to this..." Clegane spoke with a heated voice, running his large hand up the girl's naked back, grasping a fistful of soft hair for a tether. He moved in from behind and speared his engorged dick back inside, yanking on Melly's hair to arch her supple body. Gregor took Melly hard, rocking the huge four post bed against the wall with ease, restraining her movements as the Mountain unleashed its fury, soaking up the girl's bittersweet cries.

"I'll always be waiting for you... I belong to you," she gasped. It was all she could do to brace herself against Gregor's brutal onslaught. Her body was fully at his mercy, and she never wanted him to stop. All the pain was gone now, only pleasure remained. Melly understood that her helplessness only aroused him further; his every thrust seemed to push deeper and deeper within her, molding her to sheathe him perfectly. The friction of his erection moving against her inner walls stoked the ever increasing heat within her, causing Melly to whimper as the fire began to consume her. Gregor's pelvis slammed against her ass again and again and she could feel every inch of him. The head of his cock bruised her cervix, as her body tightened further around his embedded shaft, her frenzied cries urging him on.

The Mountain's hot seed rose to the apex of his shaft, as he drove into Melly to the hilt with a final punishing thrust, gritting his teeth as he came hard. He felt the dark beast inside him clawing to be set free as the hapless female pinned under him squirmed and climaxed around Gregor's embedded cock. Something about this vulnerable prey always excited the darkest corners of the predator's mind, lusting not only to penetrate the girl, but break her apart as well. 'Back off! She's fucking MINE,' Gregor snapped, resisting the temptation to give in as he pulled out and lifted Melly's limp body into his arms, taking them both onto the bed fully. "I don't ever want to hurt you..." he whispered, holding Melly close to his chest, before lifting her chin to catch her gaze. "But sometimes I'm afraid of losing control. I'm not a good man."

Sated and weak, slipping an arm around his neck, Melly looked into Gregor's eyes and reached up to stroke his rough, stubbled cheek. "Oh no, I know you're wrong about that." She was so overcome with love for this man, she couldn't find the words for a moment. She had thought she'd never see him again, that he'd been on a suicide mission to save Ramsay, and that she would, once again, be alone in the world. "You saved me," she began, kissing his lips ever so softly, before continuing. "Taking me away that night could have ruined your life, your livelihood, your friendship, and still you saved me. No matter what thoughts or urges you might have, I know you'll never hurt me." She kissed his lips again and smiled. "You are the best man I've ever known."

Gregor chuckled against her lips at that, while his big hand smacked Melly's ass and gave the hot sting a teasing squeeze. "You haven't been around good men to begin with so I can see why you would think that of me." The Mountain smirked, rolling over and trapping his little doe under him, rocking against her wet cunt with a renewed arousal as Melly gasped in surprise. "But you knew what was coming home... and you're as eager for it as I am to give it." Gregor took his woman again and several more times through the night, pushing her limits, knowing she craved to fulfill his needs as much as he longed to please hers.

When the morning sun began shining through the bedroom drapes the next day, Melly was lying serenely over his chest, and a dog was draped over his legs, while the rest of the pack slept all over the floor. In the peaceful scene, Clegane gently stroked his woman's hair, yet his dark eyes were focused upon the broken door, staring intently with a cold gaze, his free hand clenching into a fist.