The Mountain

The Mountain
 ~ by M. J. Snow

 ♦ ALL characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please see our Disclaimer and Ownership page for Copyright information.
♦ In order to stay true to character, this story may be disturbing or even unpleasant at times, however this story is NOT Canon.
♦ Trigger Warnings - This story may contain kidnapping, graphic sex, forced sexual acts, Dominant/submissive sex, violence and torture.
♦ The actions/point of view of Gregor Clegane do not represent the views of the owners or writers of this blog. Please do us the courtesy of not assuming that we practice or condone any of this type of behaviour.

Chapters:

Part 1 - Journey

Part 2 - Arrival

Part 3 - Past

Part 4 - Godswood

Part 5 - Agreement

Part 6 - Bread and Salt 

Part 7 - A Moment

Part 8 - Departure

Part 9 - Magic

Part 10 - Objections

Part 11 - Messages

Part 12 - Preparations

Part 13 - Punishment

Part 14 - Reunion

Part 15 - Union

Part 16 - Feast

Part 17 - Posession

Part 18 - Awakening

Part 19 - Execution 

Part 20 - Disquiet 

Part 21 - Hurt 

 Part 22 - Fury


Part 23 - coming soon! 

Additional Information:
The Mountain - List of Characters

Inspirations Behind the Mountain Part 1 - Gregor & Melly

Inspirations Behind the Mountain Part 2 - Harrenhal & Clegane Keep

The Snow Keep FAQ



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As he pulled her close and she didn't stiffen or try to pull away, again, Gregor wondered what caused her to be so brave. His Lady wife only sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair and pressing her body into his. "Little Doe..." He said softly, closing his eyes for a moment, he feeling  the throbbing in his head lessening. "Your head, it hurts you, my Lord?" She asked,him, her voice quiet, soothing. He nodded, raising his head to look into her eyes. "Aye, it does." He answered, and her brow furrowed with concern. She caressed his face with her fingertips. Her touch was like feathers brushing against his rough beard and he sighed. Melicent leaned closer and laid tiny kisses on his forehead, then, her lips moving to his temples. Her kisses made him think of warm summer rain, falling gently, almost imperceptibly onto his skin. Gregor turned his head slightly to capture her lips with his own, and she gave a tantalizing littl...
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