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The Mad Lion and the Wolf Bitch	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 47466 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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*CLANG. CRASH!*

What the fuck was that? The Hound turns and opens Sansa’s chamber door. He walks in, and sees Sansa, stumbling through a hole in her wall, with a pitcher of now spilt wine in front of her. He then looks to the bed, where it APPEARS that the girl is still sleeping, confused and more than a little annoyed, he marches to the bed, and pools the covers back, Laying there is a nightgown, filled with pillows, making it seem someone was there asleep. The Hound exhales deeply before striding over to the girl, struggling to get to her feet. Honestly, he was pissed. He had been fooled by a cheap trick and the girl apparently found some way out the room to do gods’ know what. The Hound grabs her by the shoulders, lifting her to her feet. He notices her face is red and flushed, and eyes unfocused. She was absolutely pissed off her ass.

“Where have you been, girl? How did you get out of your room?” He asks roughly. Sansa pays no mind to him, frowning at the spilt wine on the ground.

“I spilled my wine.” She says drunkenly The Hound shakes her slightly to get her attention.

“Oi, I’m talking to you. Where have you been?” He asks again. He cranes his neck to look at the hole in the wall, trying to see if he could see where it led.

“Oh calm down doggy, I just went for a walk. Hehe, doggy. You think I’d make a good dog?”

‘What the fuck is she on about? How much had she had to drink?’

“I wouldn’t make a good wife apparently, maybe I’ll make a good dog! Woof! Woof woof!”

‘Right, she’s completely lost it’ The Hound thought as Sansa continues to bark like a dog. Suddenly she leans forward and licks the unscarred side of his face. Surprised, he drops her. She falls to the ground, landing on her bum. She rolls onto her hands and knees, and continues to bark, crawling around the floor mimicking a dog.

Clegane has absolutely no idea how to address this. He was just a guard for Gods’ sake. He wasn’t qualified to handle...this.

“Girl, maybe it’s best you went to bed.” He begins carefully. She just looks up at him.

“Dogs sleep on the floor” She answers back, curling up into a ball on the floor. Sandor rubs a gauntlet covered hand on his face. He was dealing with a child. A drunken child.

“You’re not a dog, you’re a lady, and ladies sleep on nice fancy beds.” He retorts. Despite his nature, he was trying to be delicate. He didn’t want her going into a fit, or trying to go through that hole in the wall until he could figure out what it was.

“If I was a lady, then someone would want me, and no one does” She says solemnly. She looks as if she’s about to start balling again, and The Hound wanted to avoid that at all costs. Gently, and awkwardly, he squats down and places a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“You’re a pretty lady. Of course someone wants you. They’d be a damn fool or blind not to.”

While his intention was to calm her down, there was some earnest truth in his words. Sandor thought Sansa was a beautiful young woman. There were many ladies of westeros, and not many could be said to be as beautiful as Sansa Stark.

“Do….do you want me ser?” Sansa asks in a quiet voice. The Hound’s eyebrows went to his crooked hairline. Sansa just stared at him, eyes boring into his, earnestly. He wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to the question.

“I….am not a ser” He answers, trying to deflect the question, but even in her drunken state, Sansa saw his avoidance. She frowned, and tears started forming in the corner of her eyes. “Oh gods, don’t start that again.”

“Even you don’t want me” She cries, breath hitching and hiccupping. “I’m destined to be a spinster.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t” He answers quickly, maybe too quickly, because suddenly Sansa throws her arms around his neck, and presses a hard kiss to his mouth. It takes Clegane a second to process what is happening, before he reluctantly pushes her back. She pouts up at him.

“What are you doing?” She whines.

“I should be asking you that.” He replies gruffly. She ignores him and tries to go in for another kiss, but he holds her at bay with his hand flat against her chest.

“You said you wanted me. You can have me.”

“Sansa…”

“Really! I-I’ll do whatever you like, You can do anything you want to me! Do you want to hit me, call me names, spit on me? You can!”

The Hound thought she sounded and looked delirious, her face was still red from the wine, her nostrils were flaring like an animal, and her eyes were dilated and rapidly looking back and forth. Yet he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find her word incredibly arousing, feeling himself begin to grow hard under his armor. He was just a man after all. A man of little honor at that.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about girl. You’re drunk. You want nothing to do with a mean old dog.”

The Hound moves to stand, to remove himself from this situation before his baser instincts kick in, but Sansa grabs his arm. He looks at her, and she’s staring at him in pure desperation.

“Please….don’t reject me too.” She practically begs. “Please,”

He stares at her for a long time. He should just leave. She’ll be sober in the morning, and her melancholy will be lessened. But in that moment, the pure need in her voice…..well he was just a man after all.

“Take off your dress” He says simply. This was probably a bad idea, but he could deal with the consequences in the morning. Right now, he was going to enjoy the first woman he never had to pay for. A lady no less.

Sansa seems surprised by his sudden change in attitude, but then smiles brightly at him. She stands quickly, and begins to pull down the shoulder of her dress, but then stops. She looks at The Hound nervously.

“What? First time naked in front of a man?” He asks, already knowing the answers. Part of him hoped that her embarrassment would make her come to her senses.

A part of him.

Sansa looked at him fiercely, before continuing to strip. Despite a bit of drunken fumbling of her hands, Sansa was soon standing in front of the man in nothing but her small clothes. The Hound took a moment to admire Sansa. She was tall, with long, surprisingly toned legs. Her breasts were large, but not too large as to be disproportionate to her body. Her nipples were pink and pebbled. He continued to stare at her as he began to remove his armor. Having done it so many times, he was able to get it down to a few minutes. Sansa just stood there, eyes not meeting his, arms folded submissively behind her back.

Once his armor was completely removed, he steps forward. Sansa looks at him with a nervous smile on her face.

“Now the smallclothes” He says simply. Sansa swallows, but obeys regardless, bending down, to push her smallclothes down her long legs. She steps out of them, kicking them to the side. When she stands back up, her hands instinctively go to cover her womanhood. The Hound just snorts.

“A bit late to be embarrassed innit?” He teases.

“W-what’s next?” She asks sheepishly.

“Next? Next you get on your knees.” He answers. Clegane places a large head on the top of her head, and pushes down. She gives no resistance, immediately sinking down to her knees. She looks up at him, awaiting his next command.

“Pull my pants down.” He orders. Shakily, Sansa reaches out and grabs the waste of his breeches. She pulls them down, along with his smallclothes, letting his cock flop free. He was only half hard at the moment, but even at half mast, his cock was intimidating. Hanging 7 inches, Sansa’s eyes widened at the sight of it. She inspected it curiously, appraising the skin, the veins, and its general shape. Slowly, she reaches her hand out, and touches the shaft. The Hound grunts at the contact, which seems to embolden Sansa, who wraps her small hand around him, and gives him a few experimental pumps. She looks up at him, looking for his approval.

“Put it in your mouth.”

Sansa leans forward, and gives the head a small lick. She pulls back and mulls the taste in her mouth. Sweat, and salty, but not actually unbearable. She leans forward again, opening her small mouth as wide as she can, before engulfing the head. She just holds her in her mouth for a while, not really sure of how to move forward. She sucks in, hollowing her cheeks, and moves her head a bit, giving his cock a shallow bob, and then another, and another. She feels him growing in her mouth, stretching her jaw as he comes to his full, eleven inch size. She continues to shallowly bob her head and suck on the head of his cock, taking in maybe 3 inches of him, with her hand slowly pumping the rest of his length. After a few minutes, she pulls back and looks up at him, still stroking him.

“Am I doing good? She asks earnestly. Truthfully, she was a bit shit at this. She didn’t know how to keep her teeth back, she wasn’t taking him deep enough, and her pumps were without rhythm and erratic, but something told Clegane that wouldn’t be conducive to share. Sansa leans forward to take him back into her mouth, but Clegane stops her. She looks up at him confused.

“Stand up, and get on the bed”

Her eyes go a bit wide, apparently picking up on intentions. She stands and moves toward the bed.

“H-how do you want me” She asks nervously.

“Don’t you know? I’m a dog. So we’ll do it like dogs do.” He teases. She just gives him a confused look. The Hound laughed to himself. It was easy to forget how innocent she really was. “On your hands and knees, little bird.”

Sansa obeys, and crawls on the bed propping herself on her hands and knees. She looks over shoulder at The Hound, giving him a nervous ,lusty look. She wiggles her ass at him, as she saw Arya do to Joffrey. The Hound flares his nostrils, and crawls on the bed to join her, rubbing his hand over the flesh of her ass as he does. Sansa moans, and leans back into his groping hand. Slowly he transitions his hand between her legs, rubbing it over her slit. Sansa jolts at his touch. This was the first time she ever had hands on her cunt. Sansa had always refrained from touching herself, despite often having the urge to during her formative years. She found it to be unlady like. But right now, she didn’t give a fuck about being a lady. She moans wantonly as The Hound's fingers tease and edge her cunt open, before plunging in.
He might have been a bit rough around the edges, but The Hound knew a thing or two about foreplay. He prided himself on being able to get the whores that he fucked off. But this was no whore.

This was a lady.

He could feel her cunt get wetter and wetter as he pistoned his fingers in and out of her, and judging by her moans and her burying her face in the sheets, she was likely ready as she was going to be for the main course. He withdrew his fingers, causing Sansa to whine in protest. She props herself back up on her hands, and looks over shoulder once again. She eyed his cock bobbing in the air, and then at Clegane’s scarred face.

“I’ll try and be gentle” He assures, but surprisingly, she shakes her head at him.

“Don’t be. I said you can do what you want to me. I meant it” She says, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than she was him. The Hound just snorts, and positions himself between her legs, grabbing her by her hips, pressing his head to her opening. She groans as he begins to push forward into her, his cock head spearing her cunt. She falls down to her forearms as he sinks deeper into her soon. Soon he’s at the barrier that all maidens have. He looks at her, to check for any signs of her wanting to go back, and then presses forward, breaking through her maidenhead.

Sansa lets out a whimper at the pain. She bleeds, but less than The Hound would’ve anticipated. He holds himself still, despite every fiber of him telling him to move. She’s tight, probably the tightest cunt he’s ever been in.

“Gods, MOVE already.” She suddenly cries out, startling The Hound.

“I just don’t want to-”

“I can handle it! Now fuck me!” She yells, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

Fuck it. If she wanted to play this game, he’d oblige her.

Gripping her hips tighter, he begins to thrust into her, slow strokes, but hard, each snap of his hips jolting her forward.

“UNH…UNH…UNGH…UNH…UNGH…UNH!” She grunts and groans as he fucks into her. She tries to meet his thrusts the best she can, but her drunken state and inexperience make her rhythm a mess.

“Put your face in the sheets” He commands. Sansa obeys, putting her head down in a submissive pose, and laying her arms flat against the bed. Satisfied by her position, The Hound readjust himself to kneel on one knee, while he maneuvers his foot firmly to the back of Sansa’s head.

Then he begins to rail her.

His thrusts pick up speed, faster and harder. Sansa screams under him, gritting her teeth at the brutal and humiliating onslaught.

“This is what you said right? That I could do what I wanted?” He taunts as he continues to brutally fuck her. The Hound would be lying if he wasn’t thoroughly enjoying this, but he also wanted to put some fear in the girls heart. She gave herself to him so easily. Him, the big ugly dog. Ladies who acted like this weren’t long for this hard world, and if she wanted to make it, she had to learn the hard way. At least that would’ve been the case, if Sansa wasn’t being responding like a whore at his abuse. Her cunt was absolutely drenched and dripping as he fucked her hard, and her screams had given to moans and expletives.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh gods” She moans. “Yes! You can do anything you want to me! Please….I’m yours! I’m fucking yours!”

‘Gods, she really is off her rocker’, The Hound thought, but he surely wasn’t complaining. Removing his foot from her head, he reaches down and pulls her by her hair upright. Sansa squeals as she’s suddenly pulled to only her knees, and The Hound presses a firm kiss to her mouth. Immediately her arms reach back to wrap them around his neck as they kiss and he continues to fuck her hard. She breaks the kiss and looks at him, eyes delirious.

“Something’s happening! Something- OH FUCK!” She yells as she’s brought to her first orgasm. Clegane lets go of her, allowing her to fall forward, off of his member. She shudders and trembles, enjoying the high that her orgasm brought her, but he’s not finished yet. Clegane flips her over onto her back, and spreads her legs apart. He re enters hard, fucking her missionary, while pawing at her breasts.

“Gods, your tits are nice.” He says tweaking her nipples, and squeezing the flesh in his hand.

“Better then my sisters?” She asks panting and moaning. Not wanting to unpack the implications of that, The Hound chooses to ignore it, instead sliding his hands down, one on her hip, the other between their crotches to play with her clit.

“Oh gods oh gods ser” She moans and whines, hips grinding and bucking as thrusts into her deep.

“I’m not a fucking ser.” he growls before leaning down and kissing her again. Sansa claws at her back and wraps her ankles around his hips. The Hounds grunts and thrusts become more ragged and erratic, indicating he’s close.

“Are you going to cum” Sansa asks in a moan. “Don’t come in me! You can’t. You’ll fill me up! You’ll knock me up!

Despite her words, Sansa kept her ankles locked around his hips, pulling him in deeper into her. He hadn’t really planned to pull out regardless. Consequence be damned. With one more snap of his hips, The Hound bottomed out in her cunt, coming deep in her. The sensation brought Sansa over the edge again, and she clawed at his back as he pumped his load into her.

The Hound collapses on top of her, surprisingly exhausted. He hadn’t had a fuck like that in ages. She seems comfortable under his weight, peppering light kisses to his chest until she passes out from exhaustion. The Hound finds himself soon to follow.
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The Hound awoke before the sun was up, as he was accustomed to.

Now was as good of a time as any to leave. Clegane rolled out of Sansa’s bed, trying not to stir her. He quietly walked over to his discarded clothes and armor.

Yes, the Hound figured he’d have a few hours to make it out of Kingslanding before the Stark girl inevitably woke up sober, and told her father he ravished her. He’d go back to his quarters and get some supplies, before riding towards The Riverlands. That was his best bet to avoid the wrath of The North and-

“Ser? Where are you going”

Clegane froze and looked toward the bed. Sansa was sitting upright and watching him. Oddly, she didn’t seem distressed at all. In fact, she looked a bit sad.

“You weren’t leaving were you?” She asks, frowning.

“I…..Girl….Do you remember last night?” He asks, unsure of what to say. Sansa smiles brightly at him.

“Do I remember? How can I forget sir. Our lovemaking was nothing like the songs or poems it was..it was so much better.” She says dreamly. The Hound just stares at her as if she just grew another head. She certainly didn’t look drunk still, but her words made no sense to him.

“Come back to be ser” She requests. Sandor mouth gapes, trying to process what was going on. This girl...wanted him there? He needed to leave and contemplate….everything, but found himself unwilling to just leave without explanation.

“I can’t M’lady.”

Sansa frowns, and looks a bit distressed.

“Why? Was it something I did?” She asks in a panicked voice.

“No, of course not. It’s just….your father. Surely he’ll come see how you’re doing soon. And I don’t think he’ll be too keen on finding me in your bed.” He explains. Sansa’s eyebrows knit together in consideration, and then she nods, seemingly accepting his answer. He turns to get dressed and pulls on his armor. When he turns around, she’s suddenly standing close to him, still in the nude. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Clegane, sensing if he didn’t break the kiss now, he’d have her again, pulled back.

“I’ll see you again soon?” She asks hopefully with doe eyes. It was a bad idea, but The Hound nods, earning another smile from the Stark. She lets go of him, and allows him to walk to the door. As he pulls it open, he hears her.

“Thank you….for choosing me ser.”

He doesn’t look at her, and continues out the door.

“I’m not a ser” he mumbles, before making his way to his quarters.
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