A/N I'd like to apologise for the extremely long wait between each chapter, I know I said I'd write loads over the summer but I have been busier than I thought I would be, plus I got really sick at one point. I have also been preparing for university so I'll have that, and work to worry about so as you have done so far you'll have to bear with me on new chapters as they are for fun rather than work.
Most of this chapter took me a long time to work out which another reason for the long wait, because I don't want to leave you for a while with boring chapters that contain the same thing as all the other stories on here. So I like to keeps things interesting – which is why I've intertwined other storylines in so it wasn't just San/San, though that is still the main plot. If you have read my other stories (even on my other account) then you know I like to do things differently, keep you on your toes and write things that no one else has done or are afraid to do. This chapter will probably prove that. I do love writing, and I especially love writing this fic and this is the only story I'm writing in my free time. My book has been put on hold too, because as I've said before possibly in an earlier chapter but I am university and I do work and they are both demanding when it comes to time so you are going to have to bare with me from time to time. But chapters will keep coming no matter the length of time between chapters because I love writing this because the characters are their own. I, myself am hooked to see what they will next. Thank you for reading my disclaimer!
Warning for the chapter – contains non-consensual sex. (Story will be returned to Rated M)
Chapter 9
Gregor
Jeck Snow
Gregor returned to camp just over the hills from the town, he decided that the mere hour he spent in the town didn't count as a day, not like the others. Tomorrow will be day one and he'll be taking a bath and drinking to his heart's content at the inn. Camilia had informed him that she might show up at the inn just before she heads to the theatre for a drink with him, which he was oddly a little excited about. The Lannister men hushed their talk and watched him as he silently made his way through the camp to his tent. They were not expecting him back for a few days so it was an unpleasant surprise for them. But as usual The Mountain said little or nothing to them as he passed through. Eventually he got to his tent and found his Squire polishing Gregor's heavy armour as was his chore.
The squire jumped to his feet at the sight of Gregor, causing the arm plating to collapse to the floor in a clanging heap of dark metal. Gregor scowled, his eyes moving down from his squires eyes to the armour on the ground, then back up to the squire. There was only growling in his mind, the squire was visibly shaking as Gregor's irritation was becoming apparent, "please ser...please don't-"
"Please don't...what?" Gregor took a step closer, his fists clenching at his sides. His squire gulped, eyes growing wide as he daren't move from the spot he was in. Gregor's eyes looked bloodthirsty; the squire did not dare answer back as Gregor got closer. Within moments Gregor was ominously looming over the boy, the boy's blue eyes clasped shut, somewhat predicting what was to come.
"Turn around..." Gregor said, knowing these were the words the boy feared most as it meant he would be used to give The Mountain pleasure like a woman, and suffer a great pain at the hands of his Lord. Gregor's breeches had been fit to burst from tonight's events and upon meeting Camilia, beating a man to death and the constant thoughts of what was to come. But he had held back and obstructed himself from taking Camilia there and then in the streets, or even dragging her into her own home as he strolled with her there after the previous ordeal with the rapist. He had to get his release somehow, if not with Camilia or another wench in that town then the squire boy had to do, this wasn't the first time.
Gregor pushed the squire down onto the mats and cushions in various colours, shapes and sizes that Gregor used to sleep on when he wasn't staying in towns. He could hear the boy whimper, a sound which grew louder as Gregor pulled down his breeches revealing pale, tight buttocks that was still slightly bruised from Gregor's previous, notorious ride. The boy was already clutching the blankets and biting down on a pillow even though Gregor was yet to undo the cords on his own breeches. Gregor smirked at the thought of what he was about to do and as always he mentally changed the image of the Lannister squire boy to a woman he saw in town, which in this case was Camilia. There she was lying on her naked front, her dark tresses spread out around her as she tightened her fingers around sections of fabric, heavy tears down her face with a look of horror begging for him not to proceed. His large, clumsy fingers rushed to the cords, he was going to take her. Right here and now and she was going to be his, and just his for a little while whether or not she wanted it. He pulled the cords undone and his large, thick and angry member spilled out in all its infamous glory. The tip was already wet with juices, he leaned over her, a heavy rough hand on her upper back to hold her down as he entered her. It took a few little thrusts to get himself completely within her as was expected, as more often than not the other body would protest against the penetration. She screamed into the pillows, her fingers growing white as they tightened against impossible odds.
Gregor let out of a pleasured sigh as he managed to get all the way within her, he began to growl and he lunged himself without mercy. He was gripping her cheek and her shoulder so hard it was sure to leave bruises where his fingers had been. Her name rolled out of his mouth as he growled, driving himself deep within and almost all of the way out as it gave him the most pleasure. She was so small and feeble beneath him, so weak. She didn't even try to fight back against him, why? Why didn't she struggle? These questions made him angry which only caused his thrusts to gain in brutality and ferocity. His pace quickened as he plunged himself deeper and harder within little, tight Camilia. She's going to be sore...he snickered as he found himself enjoying her company despite her not resisting against him.
This continued for so long that neither in the tent, nor those that could hear the cries outside knew how long it lasted before Gregor came to final minute. His growls became improper and heavy, his thrusts even harder than before until finally with one last great shove came his release, his white juices pouring out inside of her. He was shaking slightly and his breathing unsteady, he pushed her rear down as during his performance he had pulled up her hips, causing some of his juices to leak out along with blood. His member was still wet but now flaccid as he placed it back in his breeches and did up the cords as he stood. The person that lay shaking and weeping on his temporary bed was clothed, with only a bruised, blood and semen stained butt on show. Then Gregor remembered he had not taken the real Camilia, but instead his squire had been her substitute.
"You can leave now..." he huffed and no sooner did the squire roughly get to his feet, pulling his breeches up, he left the tent walking painfully and weak legged. As soon as he was gone Gregor descended himself on his low bed, his migraine was subsided thanks to the release which helped him fall to sleep where to his surprise he dreamt of Camilia. She was dancing on the stage in a linen gown that didn't even reach her knees and it was practically transparent however he was the only one in the audience sitting in the front row.
Her beautiful dark hair flowed around her as she spun, her feet were bare the same as most of her with only a thin white gown covering her torso and partially her thighs. The fabric was white but looked silver in the moonlight that shown down from above through a large hole in the ceiling. Her slender fingers go through her hair, waving it more so as she turned near him. A faint smell of lilac reached his nose, she turned her back on him and walked with great emphasis on her hips as she lifted her hair. There at the back of the stage facing him was a king size bed, the frame made from a dark wood with a heavily carved head board with three dogs, unlike the Clegane sigil however the three dogs on the headboard were three snarling dog faces in a line horizontally with tall posts in either corner that bore yellow and black drapes connecting them all together. The sheets were yellow silk, patterned with black stripes and three black dogs.
Her pale fingers stroked the dark wooden frame and the sheets as she climbed on top of the large bed that was almost half her height. He recognised the bed to be the one waiting for him at his true home, though the silks and drapes were new as he preferred animal skins. She laid down on the bed in the centre, her head against the headboard next to the middle dog which she kissed. Her left knee was raised and her right was lazily by it to show off those smooth, pale lean legs. Her gaze turned to him with a look of seduction and yearning hunger. Her hand went up and her index finger motioned him to come to her with an expression of need. Never in all his years has a woman beckoned him like this or even wanted him to be upon her. But right now, right here there she was begging for him to go to her. He rose from the chair, he climbed up onto the stage where he discovered he was completely naked, revealing all – another thing he has not experienced in front of a woman as usually all he did was untie the cords, have his way and then put it back. He had never showed himself like this to anyone, it was too vulnerable, and it made him feel weak.
But right now he felt strong, like a new power had overcome him. Her hand reached for him as he got closer, coming to rest on his shoulder, beckoning him to come down. The small, fragile hand went up into his hair while the other toyed and curled the thick dark hairs on his heavy torso as it travelled down to his pulsing erection. Her hand in his hair pushed down his head and as soon as she somewhat powerfully placed her lips upon his own as her other hand gripped his length...and the dream came to a close as his eyes snapped open seeing the light of the morning shining through the gaps in his tent a lot earlier then he'd like. He'd almost had her. Almost. The proper way, not his way. The dream he had of her was the first one where the woman had consented to the act. As his sexual dreams usually consisted of forcibly taking women who were too weak to fight him amongst the aftermath on a battle field but those women were weak and pathetic as they screamed and struggled below him. But there was something about her; she was strong despite her inability to see, her feeble bones and her naive, caring nature she is strong, very clever and with that plus her talents she has been able to rise herself high and for that Gregor felt an instance respect for the woman.
He rose and dressed himself in the same simple garb he wore to the town the day before and it was only when he went to clean his face from the bowl that he realised he was smiling, not a cruel smile but a pleasant, happy one. An expression seldom seen upon The Mountain's face, he was asking himself why he felt happy, chirpier. Was it because his day had yet to be plagued by a throbbing migraine pounding against his skull as his mind was still clear and pain free or was it because of the dream he had of Camilia? Who knew? No one did, not even Gregor himself knew why. After drying his face Gregor left the camp without a word to anyone and headed straight for the town to meet Camilia at a tavern near the theatre for breakfast as they had agreed to do when Camilia offered to buy the so-called penniless bastard from the North a warm meal of sausages, bacon and eggs.
The three days were up and to Gregor, or Jeck, the days flew by as he had enjoyed himself here more than anywhere. It wasn't just Camilia and her hyperactive dog Spooks but everyone else he had met under the guise of Jeck. He had made friends with a number of people, men and women at the tavern and the theatre and they joked and drank and ate. He went to watch her play every night to hear her sing even though he had to watch other men touch her as was in the story but obviously sexually acts are only hinted not actually committed by the actors to other actors. The play was about a woman from a great house in the north, a family which despite their wealth enjoyed simpler things, greyer things much like the Starks; who had to marry supposed tyrant-king from another, wealthier house that much liked to wear fine silks and velvets in various colours though the king was shown in dark, but rich attire. The marriage was never consummated because of various tricks she used to keep her husband from the marital bed or he was too busy dealing with a war, which also played a big role and Gregor loved the battle scenes. The woman that Camilia played fell for the king's high constable, advisor and best friend, whose feelings were mutual and for a time they had a most scandalous affair. Before long she fell pregnant and word, unknowing to her reached her husband's ears. Gifts began to appear; bouquets of her favourite flowers, beautiful gowns and jewellery and cute animals and for days she was being lavished with gifts she thought were from her lover but eventually discovered they were actually from her husband.
She had gone to speak with her husband in the war room as his high ranked soldiers, including her lover, left. He told her that he knew of her pregnancy and that for a time he knew she was being unfaithful but not with whom. He wasn't furious with her and didn't shout as she expected from all the stories she had heard about the tyrant king. She told him the stories she had heard and he told her the truth of them, for instance one was how he tortured and hung a man that had snuck into the castle for bread to feed his family – he told her the man was actually an assassin sent to kill him as well as her so his cousin would sit upon the throne which was the reason why he had executed his cousin as well. He told her that he was sorry for not being a real husband, that the war between his land and another was becoming so great that it needed his undivided attention and that he understood why she sought affection in the arms of another. A short speech given by the king surprised the crowd and even Gregor every time he saw it. She asked him if he had any mistresses to fulfil his needs but he only shook his head and told her that he hadn't been with a woman since he married her, that he was faithful to her always. She would cry, take his hands and tell him she'd be a faithful, loving wife towards her husband, who had loved her all along. She offered the name of her lover but he refused and told her that her child would be hers and his, not the lover's; to which she agreed. They sang together a song that Gregor thought suited himself and Camilia nicely, they were so different but in a perfect way. The king and his wife embraced and kissed before the end of the scene which then went to her telling the high constable that she was ending their affair, that her husband had won her heart through his words and promises not his gifts.
The high constable tried to kill the king during the war's last raging battle. The high constable had wounded the king, who asked why his friend had betrayed him and the high constable told him that it was he who had been his wife's lover. They fought furiously, both with intent to kill the other for the woman that awaited back home for her warrior. The king prevailed in the battle against his enemy and his high constable and returned home to find his wife had birthed a son, whom the king titled prince and heir to the throne despite the knowledge of the child not truly being his son.
The play itself had gone on for over three hours with intermission and despite the happy ending Gregor liked it as it wasn't what he was expecting. He had linked the so called tyrant king to King Joffery Baratheon, or little shit as Gregor and the rest of the world silently calls him.
Once the play had finished each night he would go with Camilia to the tavern along with some of the cast and crew to celebrate yet another job well done and as the days went by Gregor found himself at ease under his current guise. He was surrounded by people that thought him a hero rather than a monster for ridding their town of the serial rapist; Camilia was giving him foreign tea that was working to lessen his headaches, just as she promised, she had started to teach him the piano which he found difficult due to his massive fingers, and whenever he'd get frustrated with the failure she remained poised and calmed him, told him that it was alright, that there was plenty of time. But there wasn't. The town had become comfortable with their new resident and that new resident was becoming comfortable with the town. But just across the hill, the Lannister men were preparing to strike at noon.
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A/N I'd just like to give a thank you to my Beta AngelOfDeath6 for her fantastic patience with the chapters and I am so grateful to her! But if there are any mistakes you can blame her! Mwhahah!
