Margaery Tyrell, or as she was now named, Margaery Targaryen, after marrying her new husband Aegon Targaryen, was thinking back on how everything had changed in her short 21 years of life. Before the sudden appearance of her new husband, she had been married to her king at the time, Tommen Baratheon.
When the bastard son of Edward Stark stepped forward and claimed that he was the rightful heir to the throne, proclaiming himself to be the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, it shocked the world of Westeros. Everyone started to panic as all of the houses picked their side of the new war.
To say the Tyrells had been split on what to do was an understatement; the Tyrell family had been Targaryen supporters from the beginning, but Margaery was now queen with her king being Tommen Baratheon. To throw their support behind this Aegon would mean potentially pinning the future of their family on one lone young man.
But the decision had been made for them when the new Targaryen had proven himself to be even more effective than his cousin, the late king of the North, Robb Stark. Battle after battle, the North's army had taken so many victories they had effectively pushed the Lannister army completely out of the Vale. Not long after taking back the vale, the Stark family fought tooth and nail to take back every castle.
And once the last of the castle had fallen back in control of the Starks, there was a clear path for the North to march their way to Highgarden with little to no resistance. After this had happened, it had forced the Tyrells to negotiate with the new king.
and the conditions for them joining Aegon's army and his bid for him to be king had left him very unhappy after all. Aegon had been very against the idea of marrying Margaery, but he needed more people on his side if he was to take King's Landing. There was also the argument that Margaery was already loved by the people of King's Landing, and keeping someone that was so loved by the people as queen would go a long way in endearing Aegon to the people.
The change in loyalty from the Tyrell family had started a domino effect of the other houses abandoning the Lannister as well, with little to no support. This left the Lannister family the sole defenders of King's Landing with enemies on all sides. King's Landing had not taken long to fall.
Margaery had felt a large amount of sympathy and sadness for her former husband as he had his head cut off by an executioner not long after the Targaryen army had taken over; after all, he had been just an innocent boy caught up in something far bigger than himself. It had been hard to watch as he cried and begged for his mother, who had been executed not just moments before him, as the blade separated his head from his neck.
This brought Margaery back to the present; one summer had passed since the war, and things had been going amazing for her and her new husband, Aegon, or as he liked her to call him, Jon, the name his uncle had given him.
After all of the disappointing husbands of her past, she had thought herself cursed, and Jon had nearly proven her wrong. He was a very honorable man and kind when he needed to be, gentle and tough when the time called for it, and he even cared for the peasants living lives just like she did. He was nearly perfect for her.
And yet just like always he had proven to Margaery that she was cursed after all when he had taken her to bed and shown her his very small dick, even smaller than Tommen. Margaery could feel her stomach dropping in despair, and as if it could not get worse, he had lasted less than a mere minute inside of her; after that he had rolled over and gone immediately to sleep as if he had done his job.
At first, Margaery had been able to handle this, but there were only so many times she could sleep with him before her own sexual needs needed to be addressed.
As Margaery was thinking about all of this, her queen's guard had entered her chambers without her knowing. With a BANG, her chamber's door slammed shut. When she heard the loud bang ring out, she looked towards it, and she laid her warm brown eyes on the legendary mountain known as Gregor Clegane, who was standing there at his 6' 9 nearly 7-foot towering height.
Only wearing his new Targaryen-colored clothes, people had tried to get him to wear armor, but all he said was that no one that was left alive was worthy of him putting his armor on for. And with the war just having been over, no one could be bothered with arguing after all; far more important things were happening.
Now you might be wondering why someone like the Mountain would even be alive after the war, let alone be the king's guard of the queen, Margaery. It had started when the Mountain had been taken alive by the invading army on the king's landing; it had taken a small army alone just to take him down. The king had wanted him taken alive so he could truly pay for his crimes, but little did the king know that it would have been far better for him to have let the Mountain die in battle.
After the battle, his soon-to-be mother-in-law Olenna Tyrell had demanded the new king let Gregor Clegane live after all. With the Lannisters gone, the mountain could be their tool now. Aegon had been furious with her grandmother for even suggesting he spare the monster after all of the terrible things the mountain had done not only to his family but to other people as well.
But her grandmother had held strong in her wanting him to be her granddaughter's guard; after all, she had argued that she wanted the best guard to protect the queen.
With a great amount of reluctance, the king pardoned the man and made him his queen's guard, and that had been the rest for everyone else. But Margaery was the one who had to put up with the nearly uncontrollable monster.
To say that he had made her life difficult would be an understatement; he did not even hide his eyes roaming all over his queen's body whenever he got the chance. And she knew perfectly well why the mountain liked to guard her from the back; if this had been all she had to worry about, she could have lived with that after all. Margaery had grown very accustomed to dealing with having the male gaze on her body.
But the far worse things were the comments that he would make; he did not even try and be subtle with them; he would just say them within earshot with his guarding position right behind her, "What a fuckable meat sack you are, my queen," and he would go on about the things he would love to do to her if given the chance. Margaery could feel a wave of disgust flow through her body just from the memory alone.
"'And what can I do for you, Gregor?" asked/demanded Margaery.
With a deep growl from his chest, Gregor made his way to the queen in just a few large steps.
Ever since he had seen Margaery for the first time he wanted so badly to bend her over a table and fuck this rose in her fat ass, after all the way this whore walked around with her ass bouncing around she more than deserved a good ass fucking, but even someone like him had to have some self-control so he had waited and waited till the most perfect moment.
He had never in his life expected someone like Olenna Tyrell to be the one to not only save him but to give him exactly what he had wanted, a chance at her granddaughter. Of course, the old hag had thought that the mountain would never dare do something against the queen, but the idea of sticking it to the dead Tywin by taking control of his greatest tool was too tempting for the old woman; that arrogance and foolishness would end up costing her dearly.
As he looked down at the queen's small, normal 5'6 height, she had some of the biggest 6-inch heels he had ever seen, even bigger than any of the whores he had been with. Even with those, he towered over her; his eyes went down to her face. Rarely did people live up to the rumors, but Margaery more than lived up to hers, with a face easily as beautiful as, if not more so than, a younger Cersei Lannister.
With her brown curly hair, cute button nose, thick lips, and the sexist smirk that he had ever seen on a woman, he could not stop his eyes from going lower down on her fat tits that were straining her dress, colored after her Targaryen king husband of black and red.
The split in her chest did its best to cover her chest, but at best it covered half of her giant F-cup chest, nearly letting her nipples free.
Looking even further down, Gregor took in his favorite part of his queen, her giant ass that was so big no matter how many layers of clothes you put on her, the shape of her huge ass would be visibly paired with a mouthwatering pair of thick thighs.
Without any warning or even acknowledging what she asked him, he swung his giant arms around her, enveloping her small body at least compared to his, and grabbed two fists full of her fat ass. "Agh!" It was the sound of pure shock that escaped her body as she felt her giant ass budge out in between his huge hands. "What…in…seven…hells do you think you are doing, Gregor?" stuttered out Margaery in shock.
"I am doing what I should have done a long time ago," he said as his massive hand came down onto her giant left ass cheek with a mighty SLAP. "Ohhhh FUCK," moaned Margaery; she could not stop her own pouty, thick lips from forming into a stupid-looking shocked O shape from getting her fat ass slapped.
"You stupid fucking rose whore," snarled out the mountain as his other hand came down onto her right ass cheek this time. SLAP. "Ohhhh," moaned out Margaery once again. "When I am done with you, you won't need that pathetic husband of yours."
"How dare you! I will have you fucking hung for this, Gregor!!" snarled out a red-faced Margaery from the embarrassment of her moans of pleasure that she could not stop from coming out of her body, the swear word sounding foreign not just to her own ears but his as well, far from her normal prim and proper royal voice.
"HA-HA-HA-HA," laughed out Gregor in loud, boisterous, mocking laughter at Margaery. "Do you think I fucking care about anything you say, my little sluty rose?" snarled Gregor. "You know, it is funny how everyone hates me for raping that stupid fucking snake whore Elia Martell, and yet by the end, that stupid whore had been begging for more of my cock! Too bad I had to crush her head and the head of her pathetic baby in the end. She was a nice piece of meat." "HA-HA-HA," once again laughed out Gregor, no doubt reliving his raping of the former queen.
Margaery could feel bile in her throat from just how monstrous this man was, and yet she could feel her pussy was wetter than it had ever been before. A loud RIPPP filled the air as Gregor ripped the bottom part of her thin dress, showing her gargantuan ass.
With her ass not on full display and his hands back to grabbing two handfuls of her ass, he forcibly made her ass cheeks clap together and bounce everywhere as he manhandled her ass CLAP-CLAP-CLAP rage out as her ass was clapping and twerking forcibly. "Mmmmmmmoaned," out Margaery at having her ass played with like she had never had before.
Once he had had his fun with her ass, he pushed her away from him, making her hit the bed behind her; he then pulled off the belt holding up his pants.
Margaery could not help but track his belt with her eyes, as it was easily big enough to wrap around multiple grown men. But nothing could have prepared her for the moment her brown eyes saw what his pants had been covering. To say his dick was just as monstrous as the rest of him was an understatement.
Margaery had been frozen in fear at seeing his dick; there was no way any woman could take this monster and live. She wondered if the former queen had died long before ever having her head crushed if she took this dick into her body. It had to be bigger than her fucking arm; it was at least 15 fucking inches.
As he made his way to her, Margaery shrieked in terror, "AAAHHHH!" She screamed out, HELP GUARDS!!" "HA-HA-HA," laughed out the mountain, taking a great amount of pleasure from her terror. "Did you think I would not take care of your guards, my little rose whore?" he said this as he caressed her face. "And we both know that your dragon husband is gone to take care of some business somewhere fucking else, so we are all alone," he said as he threw her down onto the bed face-first with her ass facing him.
"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, GREGOR. I CAN GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT; JUST DON'T DO THIS, PLEASE," begged Margaery in a bid of pure desperation for mercy from the giant man. But all she was rewarded with from him was his gigantic cock being dragged across her fat, inflamed pussy lips. "You…beg….for….me…to…stop…..and…yet….YOU ARE FUCKING WET," roared out the mountain as he speared his mighty cock right into her royal pussy, spreading it open as if she was giving birth.
Margaery's brain disconnected from reality the moment he had speared into her poor pussy. She did not know much of what was going on, but she did know that the moment she was penetrated, she released the loudest, ear-splitting scream she had ever given in her entire life: "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Was the long, drawn-out scream of Margaery having her mind fractured.
SCHLICK-SMACK-SQUELCH was the disgusting sound of her pussy being stretched and stuffed more than she had ever had in her life. SMACK rang out as his huge hands smacked her fat ass once again with his one hand staying on her thin hourglass-shaped waist.
Margaery released small and quiet but pleasure-filled moans, "ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah," as she felt her own guard violate her. Margaery could not believe the feelings that were being forced upon her; her poor abused pussy felt like it was being pulled inside out every time he pulled his monster-sized cock out of her body, PLAP.
Even now it took every ounce of her willpower to keep her mind from shattering from the never-ending pleasure that she was being assaulted with, unknowing her willpower was going to be truly put to the test very soon. Mindlessly, she was moaning out in pleasure, "Mmmmm. Ohhhh. Fuck."
Gregor could feel Margaery's tight cunt wrapped tightly around his cock so tight all of her past husbands must have been hung like babies but everyone was the size of a baby in comparison to him, her cunt was milking him better than any of the whores he had fucked in the past, with his big hands around her hips he got ready to show this rose whore what that snake bitch had experienced before her death.
With a near-violent savage thrust into her, pushing more and more of his dick into her body, loud CLAPS rang out from her fat ass, impacting his body. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP rang out as Gregor became mesmerized by his queen's imposable-sized ass going out in waves of mountain-sized ass cheeks.
"SCREAM FOR ME, YOU ROSE CUNT!" He yelled out this as his cock got lodged DEEP into her womb, stirring up her insides in a way that only he could do. The air had nearly left her lungs empty as this monster of a man invaded her most sacred place.
Margaery could only release a scream from deep in her body as his dick scraped the back of her womb shattering her mind in ways she had no idea where possible. "Aahhnnnggg. Oh god, FUCK! YOU BEAST TEAR UP MY ROYAL PUSSY CRUSH MY FUCKING SKULL IF YOU WANT JUST DON'T FUCKING STOP." She said this as her eyes had gone completely white, her once brilliant mind now made into exactly what the mountain had intended to make her into: "a whore."
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP rang out as he intensified his thrust even more to such a speed that the bed was nearly broken in there fucking. "Y-Y-YEEEEEEEESH, PLEEEEEEASHE MOREEEEEE," screamed out Margaery with her tongue hung out of her mouth like a panting dog as the once regal and revered queen of the seven kingdoms debased herself for the worst man to exist in the kingdom.
Cumming her brains out just like she had from the beginning of his penetration into her body.
"HA-HA-HA-HA, take it, you fucking whore. I want you to tell that dragon spawn of a husband you got that this baby I am going to put into you is his." With a roar reminiscent of a lion, he sprayed down her insides with his thick, souplike cum, his cock perfectly plugging up her womb as her once flat, smooth stomach expanded to accommodate the insane amount of cum filling her up.
Margaery could feel her mind truly had gone past the breaking point no longer would she care for Jon no longer would she care for the Tyrell family no longer did she care for the peasants, fuck them all she only lived as the fuck meat of Gregor Clegane the baby killer the rapist of queens her new king.
Gregor Clegane could feel excitement in him that he had never felt till this point; after all, with his new cum dump being the queen, the possibilities were endless.