Dress / Gregor Clegane / Davina Targaryen

16. Get Off

"Get off." Davina grumbled as she was being literally this time suffocated by Gregor. He snored loudly and she attempted to shove him off of her. "GREGOR!" She begged in the night he had rolled over laying across her. "GREGOR!" She screamed. "Get your ass off me!" she rasped choking for breath. "Death by a sleeping Gregor, didnt see that coming." He startled awake when she pounded a fist into his back. "Heavens." Davina gasped out rolling out of bed.

"What happened?" Gregor demanded circling.

"You were killing me, thats what happened." Davina answered.

"What?"

"You fell asleep on top of me." Davina added. "Nearly killed me." Gregor looked to Davina her hand on her chest, as she tried to catch her breath. "I told you this bed wasnt big enough for the both of us."

"You alright?"

"I'm..." Davina shook her head. "I will survive, this time. I screamed in your ear, you didnt hear me?"

"I was having a good dream." Gregor countered his hand slipping under his pants.

"What are you doing?" Davina countered glancing to his large bulge.

"You see, I was in the middle of a good dream, I didnt get to finish."

"You can cum in your dreams?" Davina questioned, a bit impressed. Men had it too easy when it came to pleasure. He stared at her holding her gaze as he stroked himself. Davina couldnt find the strength to look away.

"You want to know who I was dreaming of?" Gregor questioned his hand working faster.

"Nope." Davina squeaked out.

"You sure?" he moaned growling at his own pleasure rising.

"I..." her gaze shifted to his now exposed cock before her and even fully clothed the way he was looking at her made her feel completely exposed. She wrapped her arms around herself.

"Thats right." Gregor agreed cum spilling all over the floor. "You."

+

"This is gross." Davina remarked. She couldnt look at him but she was stuck with him so she had to get over what happened this morning. "Rats?"

"We get results." Gregor offered gruffly.

"Thats davina." Arya whispered.

"You know the princess?" gendry questioned.

"Yeah, she was kind of my best friend at the capital, you know her?"

"She used to hide in my tent." Gendry agreed.

"That sounds sexual." Arya countered disgusted.

"My tent, at work, as a smith." he corrected.

"Hello dilinquents. Im davina and we shall get along great!" Gregor rolled his eyes. "So to the past and future rat men that looks hella painful."

"D-"

"Don't." Gendry countered.

"She wouldn't hurt me. She can help. Help us get us out of here."

"The mountain." He corrected.

"Shes not scared of him," arya corrected

"Well we should be," gendry countered.

"Davina stand back." Gregor begged. She moved back to his side smiling up at him.

"Stuck to you Clegane." Davina agreed. "Right here right at your side. Yep i am here. I'm a great listener." Gregor rolled his eyes but a smile threatened to form on his lips.

"You don't need to see this." Gregor assured as a new prisoner was pulled forward.

'No.' Arya declared as she grabbed gendry but they pulled him away from her. 'No please!' She begged. They strapped a rat in a bucket to his chest and he screamed.

'Please he doesnt know anything!' Arya begged. Davina glanced his way.

'Shut up! '

"Oh Gods, Oh Gods," Gendry murmured breathing heavily.

"Stop!" Davina demanded marching forward. Gregor grabbed her. "Gendry." She whispered. "Gregor let me go let him go! He's a friend."

"Davina," gendry begged.

"Let him go." Davina demanded. "Do you have any idea who i am? Listen to me-"

''What is the meaning of this?' Tywin demanded.

'We are getting answers my lord' Gregor answered.

'Davina," tywin looked her over.

"Hey Ty." She purred. "Fancy seeing you here-" tywin moved to her tilting her chin up to him. "I'm fine. Gregor brought me with. I wanted to see you."

"We weren't expecting you till tomorrow, Lord Tywin.' Gregor remarked pulling davinas attention back to him.

'Evidently not.' Tywin said with a chuckle. 'Why are these prisoners not in their cells?''

''Cells are overflowing, My Lord.' Gregor told him.

''This lot won't be here long.' Polliver told him 'Don't need no permanent place. After we interrogate 'em, we usually just...''

''Are we so well-manned that we can afford to discard able young bodies and kill laborers?' Tywin countered walking around the prisoners. He stopped in front of Gendry. 'You, do you have a trade?'

''Smith, My Lord.' Gendry answered nervously.

"He's good to!" Davina added.

"Smith, thats quite useful." Tywin remarked.  Arya took a step forward glaring at Tywin like she could drill a hole in his head just by sheer willpower.

''We are getting answers my lord.''

Tywin looked around the people in their trap like caged animals forced and smashed in next to each other. Arya glared back at him.

'What are you looking at? Kneel! Kneel or I'll carve your lungs out, boy.' Polliver shouted at Arya.

'He'll do no such thing.' Tywin said calmly ''This one's a girl, you idiot, dressed as a boy.'' Tywin stared down at her defiant stance. 'Why?''

'Safer to travel, My Lord.' Arya answered. Davina gaped back at her. Arya begged her to be quiet.

"You are smart." Tywin agreed. "More than I can say for this lot. Get these prisoners to work. Bring the girl. I need a new cupbearer.' Tywin declared heading off. "Davina come. We have much to discuss." Davina nodded as gendry was released. Arya ran to the edge of the cage wanting to hug Davina.