The Sad Ending of Meera Reed

BY : AryaStarkNaked
Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire
Dragon prints: 30401
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the "A Song of Ice and Fire" book series, nor the characters living in it. They wholly belong to George R.R. Martin, and I most certainly don't make any money from the writing of this story.

The merciless winds of winter bit deep into One-Eye's fur. The once powerful, now old wolf limps through the snow bank, teetering on the edge of collapsing. His remaining working eye blinks away a few flakes of snow that accumulated on his eyelid and squints through the falling snow at the small camp before pausing entirely, lifting his prominent snout to sniff at the sky.

Direwolf. I'm upwind of him, he doesn't know I'm here. That's the smell of of a direwolf. 

The familiar scent broke open a dam of memories in the old wolf.  A strange voice slips through the wolf's mind.

Jon Snow. That bastard. His wolf smelled much like this one. 

The wolf shudders, briefly shaking more snow off his fur, wondering where that came from.  

Jon Snow. Where do I know that name? 

The wolf staggers now towards the smell and, through the increasingly heavy falling snow, sees the signs of a well-hidden campfire, the smoke barely sneaking out through the treetops. The man-voice insistently whispers in his mind.

Remember who you are. Remember the glory. You were the strongest of all wargs. Before the red bitch burned you in your eagle.

Pawing at the ground, the wolf continues his steathly approach towards the camp. 

Food. There's food around the fire. Maybe men with steel claws.  

The human voice in his head responded after a moment of thoughtful pause

No. There's -life- there. A new life, for me.

Cresting the hill, One-eyed crouches down and surveys the scene.  Indeed there was a small campfire around which crowded four humans and the sleeping direwolf. Flicking his eye over the pile of furs, One-eye sniffs at the wind and declares in his thoughts, to the man-voice. 

One girl. Two boys, one is a cripple, and one is sick. And a giant. A stranger scent...but gone, for now.

When the single eye of the wolf narrowed predatorily, it was Varamyr Sixskins thinking.

Yes, the giant man will do perfectly.

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In the camp, Meera Reed stared into the campfire, her thoughts drifting further than the snow falling about her. Why am I here? We have to be close to the Three-Eyed Raven. Coldhands said were a few days out yet. Biting her lower lip, she worried it with her teeth, hoping that Coldhands returned soon. He said he'd be back in three days, and today's only the second. Her eyes travel over Bran, bundled concealingly in his furs, and her cheeks immediately flush with crimson color.

He's so...cute. And smart. And brave. I wonder if he's a good kisser? I've never even kissed a boy before. 

Young sixteen year old Meera's body begins to squirm in arousal, her mind drifting to increasingly dirty thoughts of Bran kissing her, running his strong hands over her arms...his lips drifting to her chin and her neck, leaving -

Movement from the corner of her eyes causes her to grab her frog-spear and bolt to her feet. Turning her head and her curly black hair in the direction of the movement, she relaxed and smiled, "Hodor. What are you doing up? It's late, you should be sleeping."

Hodor, the lovable stable boy brought his finger to his lips in a "ssshing" motion, and tip-toed over to the sleeping form of Summer. Curious as to what Hodor is doing, Meera sets down the frog-spear and, wrapping her heavy forest green cloak around her tighter, trudges over to Hodor. 

Furrowing her brow as Hodor kneels down next to Summer, a curiously confused expression covers her face as the large man - easily twice her size - reaches down and picks up a large rock in his powerful hands and, causing a surprised shout to break her soft lips, brings it down in a single swing, crushing Summer's skull and causing brain and blood spatter to rain down onto the white snow.

Unable to find words for the horrific sight, Meera barely heard Bran's scream from behind her as she stares voicelessly at Hodor, who turns and drops the bloody rock on the ground and, reaching a powerful hand towards her, says, "One down, two to go. Now come here, you little bitch!"

Steeling her green eyes, Meera pushes aside her cloak to draw her dagger to defend herself, but is easily swatted aside by a huge shove from Hodor, who lumbers over to the scrambling form of Bran, who desperately crawls with his arms towards the slowly-waking form of Jojen. "Hodor!" Bran shouts, "Stop! What are you doing?"

Hodor's once adorable voice was full of cruelty and malice as he wraps his giant-sized hands around Brandon Stark's head and says "Putting the cripple boy out of his misery. I don't need a worthless mouth to feed. Not in this life."

Before Bran could protest, Hodor gives a short-sharp jerk, breaking his neck. The young lordling's body flops lifelessly to the ground and was followed a half second later by another scream from Meera, who had crawled over to her frog-spear and ripped it out of the ground. With an angry half-sob, she lunges forward at Hodor, attempting to impale him through with the three-pronged tip.

Hodor laughs derisively as he sidesteps the thrust with a grace Meera has never seen before from him. Attempting to regain her balance from her unproductive thrust, her world burst into pain and her vision darkened, collapsing back onto the ground from a massive right hook to her face while Hodor effortlessly disarmed her at the same time with his strong left hand.

Meera sobbed harder as she realized the futility of fighting someone as large as Hodor, her sobs deepening with panic as she realizes that the punch landed her next to her brother, Jojen. He seemed to be in the middle of one of his fits; spittle and froth foaming from his mouth. For just a moment Meera forgot about Hodor and tried to clear her brother's mouth, so he didn't choke on his tongue from the seizure. 

Pain filled her world again as Hodor slams his foot into her side, shoving her away from her brother's seizing body. Her slim arms cradled her stomach as she gasped for breath. Her eyes watered as she watched Hodor lift the frog-spear over his head and drive it straight through Jojen's face. The force of the blow exploded Jojen's skull, and bits of his brain spatter sprayed outward, covering  Meera's unbelieving face. He turned his cruel smirk to Meera and says, "I don't need sick boys either."

No. This can't be happening. We were supposed to get to the There-Eyed Crow. Bran had a -destiny-!

Meera's eyes remained unfocused, and her body pliant as the strong hand of her once-friend Hodor wraps around her skinny right arm and pulls her closer. His breath soaks her face as he shakes her once, trying to gain her attention. However her mind was gone for the moment, gone retreating back into itself from the horror that she's just witnessed, so she barely heard his voice, "What I need is a sweet young cunt like you. Fuck Mance, Fuck the Others, I'll be king of my own fucking clan."

The words barely registered to Meera as Hodor's mouth crashed into hers, the man who murdered both her brother and the man she loved kissing her like no one ever has before. Meera moaned in terror, and Hodor took the opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth, wiggling it about along her own wet tongue.

With a mean smirk Hodor pulls his mouth back and nods in approval "You're fit to be my first wife. Breed me lots of daughters." 

It was with relief that she sighed when Hodor pulled his mouth back, but her heart pounds with increased terror at Hodor's words,"You c-c-can't! I've n-never been..."

For a third time her world exploded in pain as Hodor punches her square in the stomach, forcing all her air out of her chest, and she tumbles down onto her knees. His powerful hand wraps itself in her curly black hair and he tilts her tear-stained face up towards him "Don't you EVER say what I can't do. You're mine now. Do you understand?"

Meera brokenly sobs, nodding her head in submission. Hodor smiles then and turns her around, bending her over the still-warm body of her dead brother, Jojen. Meera could only avert her eyes from the sight of her brother's caved-sin skull. When she turned her head however, her eyes locked with the dead eyes of Bran Stark, and she sobbed audibly. Hodor watched her in amusement as he ripped down her moleskin pants, revealing a tight teenage ass.

Lowering his hand to his lap,, Hodor pulls out his monstrously large cock from his baggy pants, momentarily surprising himself with how large it is.

With this body, I could rule the fucking world, Varamyr thought, inside of Hodor's trapped mind.

Meera struggled feebly, clawing at the jerkin of her dead brother as Hodor forces her legs wider and lines his gigantic cock up with her tiny cunt. As the head of his cock rubs against her cunt, Meera freezes entirely in terror, "P-please!"

Hodor grinned down at his new slut and sharply slaps the tight ass before him, jolting her against the body of her dead brother. Before she could recover, Hodor drives his cock hard into her body, tearing away her virginity and innocence in one vicious, merciless thrust. 

Meera's scream echo through the woods, and are answered by a single wolf howl in the distance. Hodor didn't give his new woman any time to adjust, and viciously began to drive his cock inside her vice-like cunt. Her green eyes flows tears down her apple cheeks as she cries. Crying for her lost family, her lost friends, and her lost innocence. She could feel every single inch of Hodor's massive cock filling her small body. Barely whimpering to Hodor, Meera began to beg Hodor, "Please kill me, Hodor, please!"

Hodor roars in laughter as he picks up his pace, raping the eldest daughter of a mighty southern lord harder, "No, my dear Meera. You are going to be mine, -forever-! When I'm doing putting a baby into you, we're going to a little village nearby I know. And by the way..." Meera trembled brokenly, her mind barely remaining conscious as Hodor shudders, his climax imminent, brought on from the once-virgin tightness of Meera's cunt.  Hodor roars and quakes head-to-toe as he unleashes torrent after torrent of potent seed right into her defenseless womb, staying in until every drop empties out of him, ensuring he does his best to impregnate his new woman with his offspirng.

Inch-by-inch withdrawing his blood-covered cock from Meera's cunt, Hodor straightens up and observes the mostly unconscious woman before him. Nodding to himself, he tucks his manhood back into his moleskin pants and finishes, "...I'm not Hodor. You can call me Varamyr. Or Master Or 'husband'. "

Tugging her pants back up her slim legs, Varamyr slings her limp form over his broad shoulder and, grabbing the frog-spear out of Jojen's face, walks out of the hidden camp and into the forest, not looking back.



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