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The Mad Lion and the Wolf Bitch	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 47435 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“I’m worried about Sansa.”

Joffrey and Arya were enjoying lunch in his quarters. Well, Joffrey was enjoying lunch. Arya was busy looking worried and uncomfortable. Joffrey sighed and gave her a withering look.

“You know, I’d like to be able to spend the rare instances we have alone together, NOT talking about your brainless sister.” Joffrey says nastily. Arya glares at him.

“I’m serious.” She says, and Joffrey just rolls his eyes. “She’s been acting strangely.”

“What, Fits of crying and hysteria? Thought that was normal for most women.” Joffrey says flippantly.

“No...she’s actually been acting fine? As if nothing is wrong.” Arya explains. Joffrey raises a confused blonde eyebrow at her. “She’s been ignoring me naturally, but when I do see her, she’s not crying or sad. She hardly even looks upset. Almost as if she never even learned of us.”

“So somehow your sister not being an annoying bint is a problem.” Joffrey complains, pinching the bridge of his nose. Arya frowns at him. He wasn’t getting it. He’s only been around Sansa for a few months now, and even then he avoided her constantly. Sansa would be upset for weeks when a pet died or one of her dolls tore. Now that she learned she was no longer going to become queen of Westeros and that the prince she thought she loved intended to marry her sister, she seemed to be taking it bizarrely well.

“Joffrey, you’re not listening to me-” Arya tries. Joffrey groans dramatically.

“No, YOU’RE not listening” Joffrey says, rubbing his temples. “I don’t want to talk about yout fucking sister,”

Arya scowls at him, and he sighs.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I told the Hound to watch her at all times. He’s with her now. If she’s lost what little mind she has, he’ll report it.” Joffrey tries to reassure. “Now can we please get back to our meal?”

Arya pushes her plate away and stands.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve lost my appetite.” Arya says, as she turns heel, and storms out the room.
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“Is this better?” Sansa asks breathlessly.

“Yes, that’s better.” Says the Hound, just as breathless.

Sansa Stark was currently on her knees in a back hallway of the Red Keep, between the legs of Sandor Clegane, pleasing him with her mouth.

Sandor still thought he was dreaming. Still imagining this fantasy that started several nights ago. He had fucked her.

He had fucked Sansa Stark. Several times now.

She had initiated it in her drunken hysteria, but now she was here, sober as a high septon, sucking his cock. She’d gotten better at it too over the last few days of their illicit meetings: better rhythm of sucking along with stroking with her hand, not afraid to take him deeper into her mouth, and the eye contact she was maintaining, her willingness to look him in the face as she pleased him - Sandor was struggling not to spill immediately in her mouth like some virginal farm hand.

He honestly could not fathom what was going through the girl’s head. He knew she didn’t take rejection well, but to immediately latch on to someone who showed her the tiniest bit of affection? Suffice it to say the girl had some issues. She was lucky it was him who was appointed to her guard, and not some sadist like Ser Davos. He wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth though, since having a lady’s lips wrapped around his cock is not something he ever expected in his miserable life.

The Hound was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Sansa gagging. He looks, and Sansa was attempting to shove his cock into her throat.

“GRLURCK…” She gags again as she pushes forward even more and chokes herself on his cock, throat trying to accommodate for his length and girth, tears forming in the corner of her eyes still staring up at him.

‘This girl is nuttier than a thrice inbred Targaryen.’

Despite how it felt, he decides to push her back, before she hurts herself.

“Easy there little bird.” He says as he gently pushes her back by her forehead. She seems reluctant to let him out of her mouth, but she pulls her lips from his member with a light *pop*. A bit of saliva ran down her chin as she did so.

“What happened? Was I doing poorly?” She asks with doe eyes.

“No lass, you were doing great. Just a bit too ambitious.” He explains, helping her to her feet. Sansa flashes him a glowing smile, one that he knew she was taught as a lady. Hard to believe the things that pretty mouth was just doing.

Sandor and Sansa change places, with her back being to the corridor’s wall. He bunches her dress up around her hips, revealing her creamy legs and small clothes. He hitched one leg over his hip and moved her small clothes to one side. He entered her swiftly, causing her to throw her head back and moan.

“Shhhh. Quiet girl, lest you want some servant to hear you.” He warns as he began to pump his hips, fucking her against the wall.
Sansa wraps her arms around the Hound’s neck and pulls his chest to her as he slides his dick in and out of her. .

“Oh Gods Sandor, you treat me so well...you treat me like a princess.” She moans into his ear. He wasn’t entirely sure how fucking in a dusty back corridor was treating ‘like a princess’, but the neediness in her voice was going straight to his manhood, so he whispered back-

“You are a princess.”

Sansa’s eyes went wide, and her mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape, and she let out a loud and throaty moan. Her cunt clenches around him as she cums, hard. Evidently, she liked being called a princess. Sandor would have to keep that in mind. Sandor follows soon after her, spilling his seed in her. He knew he should be careful about that. Moon Tea works but he didn’t need suspicions raised acquiring it. Though in his post orgasm bliss, that was not on the forefront of his mind.

Sansa presses a kiss to Sandor’s lips. In all of this unlikely scenario that had been their relationship over the past few days, Sandor was most shocked by her willingness to kiss his ugly, scarred face. Almost as she saw right past it.

They both came down from their high, Sansa let her dress fall back to the ground and smoothed out her dress, and Sandor began pulling his armor back on.

“You do know, we can just do this in your bedroom you know.” Sandor teases. Sansa blushes red.

‘Funny that she can still feel embarrassed’ He thought.

“Sometimes I just feel….spontaneous.” She says simply.

“By spontaneous, you mean horny?” He says arching his one brow.

“Really, must you speak like that?” She says in a huff.

“Would you like me any other way?”
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Knock Knock

“Sansa? Sansa are you in there?” Arya asks from outside Sansa’s chambers.

“Who is it?” Sansa calls out.

“Who do you think it is,” Arya calls back.
“What do you want Arya?” Sansa says, voice sounding rather annoyed.

“I….I just came to check on you.” Arya admits. Sansa doesn’t respond immediately, but Sansa’s door swings open several seconds later.

Sansa stands in the doorway, looking down at Arya, as she always did.

“You came to ‘check on me’?” Sansa asks skeptically. Honestly, Arya understood her skepticism. Not like they got along very well- at all really. They barely spoke, and when they did, it was usually to throw barbs and snide remarks at each other.

“Yes. I came to see if you were doing alright after...everything.”

“Everything? You mean you stealing Joffrey from me from right under my nose?” She asks haughtily.

Arya frowns. Sansa obviously wasn’t going to make this easy.

“I didn’t STEAL anything from you.” Arya insists. “You can’t steal a person’s attention.”

“Hmph. Well he was betrothed to me, and now he’s betrothed to you. I don’t know what you call it, but I call that stealing.” Sansa retorts, folding her arms.

“You-” Arya starts before she catches herself. She came to check on her sister, and dammit she was gonna do it if it killed her. “I just want to know that you’re ok.”

“I’m fine. There. You came and checked on me. Now leave me alone please.” Sansa says quickly. She tries to shut the door, but Arya slips her foot in before it closes.

“Damn it Sansa, I’m trying to be a good sister here.” Arya says, exasperated.

“Ha!” Sansa laughs. “Now you’re trying to be a good sister?”

“You don’t exactly make it easy.” Arya growls.

“It would be easy if you were at all normal!” Sansa bites back. Arya had half a mind to just call Sansa a cunt, and storm away, but she didn’t want to give Sansa the satisfaction.

“If I was ‘normal’, like you, then Joffrey probably wouldn’t want to marry me instead of you.” Arya says with a cruel smirk. Sansa’s eyes go wide, and her cheeks grow red from embarrassment and anger. Tears begin to form in the corner of Sansa’s eyes, and Arya starts to regret her words. This wasn’t what she wanted. She came to make sure Sansa was okay, not make her cry.

Sansa kicks away Arya’s foot, allowing her to slam the door in Arya’s face. Arya stood there for a few moments, before turning and walking away.
Well that just went perfectly.
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On the other side of the door, Sansa threw herself on her bed, sobbing into her pillow.

“Erm….Do you want me to leave?”

Sandor Clegane had been in the room for their entire conversation, just off to the side, out of sight of the door. Sansa had sent for him right before Arya arrived; an insatiable girl really.

“Oh Sandor! How can she be so mean?” She cries into her pillow.

“Hm. You call that mean? So you had a little spat, so what?” Sandor says as he sits on Sansa’s bed. Sansa rolls over dramatically and glares Sandor with teary eyes.

“How can you say that! I’ve accepted that Joffrey wants her, but why come and taunt me?!”

“Little Bird, it’s not like you and Joffrey would’ve been very compatible.” Sandor admits. Sansa just gives him a queer look.

“Why? Is something wrong with me?” She asks, suddenly distressed.

“Oi! Don’t start that again. There’s nothing wrong with you. You and him are just different, You know that already.”

Sansa calms a bit. “Yeah...I know that” She says, but her face suddenly hardens. “Still no excuse for Arya and how she treats me!” Sansa whines. Sandor just snorts.

“Not like you treat her much better.” He says simply. Sansa looks affronted.

“Sandor, you’re supposed to be on MY side!” Sansa whines.

“I am on your side. That’s why I’m not gonna blow flowers up your ass.” Sandor chastises lightly. Sansa pouts and looks away. Sandor reaches over and grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Do you hate your sister Sansa?” He asks simply.

“What? Of course I don’t.”

“Well I hate my brother. Hate him with all my heart. And it’s a shit feeling. To hate, and be angry, all the time.” He explains. His scowls, obviously not even liking to have to acknowledge that he has a brother. “So I don’t want to hear about how bad your sister treats you. You two don’t see eye to eye. So what? “

Sandor finishes his rant and silence falls between them. Sansa’s face is conflicted, but she knows that he’s right. She sighs and lays back down.

“You always seem to know how to get into my head.” Sansa says, a smile spreading on her face.

“Aye?” Sandor questions.

“Yes. But enough of that. Get in me another way.” Sansa breathes huskily.

“Aye.”
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“Ha! You said that?”

A day had passed since Arya’s less than productive talk with her sister. She still felt bad about what she said, and apparently it showed enough where Joffrey asked her what was wrong as they sat in his chambers together. Naturally he found it all rather hysterical.

“Joffrey, must you be a complete ass about this?” Arya angrily asks. She knew he wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination the sensitive type, but he could at least pretend to be sympathetic.

“I’m sorry.” He says, not sounding very sorry at all. “I’m just picturing the look on her face. Did she cry?”

Arya stands quickly. If he wanted to laugh at her and her family, should leave. She turned heel and stormed out of his chambers before he realized what was happening.

“Arya? Where are you going? Get back here!” Joffrey orders, but Arya doesn’t even look back as she descends the stairs from his chambers. As she makes it to the main corridor at the bottom, she hears Joffrey’s booted footsteps behind her.

“Arya. Wait godsdammit.” He calls behind her, but Arya just keeps walking. Eventually Joffrey reaches out and grabs her around her wrist. Arya tries to wring it from his grasp, but he just spins her around to look at him. “Arya can you stand still?”

“Let me go!” Arya barks.

“Arya stop being so dramatic! Listen, I’m sorry okay?”

Arya gives him an incredulous look. Joffrey was never sorry. Ever.
“No you’re not.” Arya states.

“Okay, you got me, I’m not. But I won’t talk ill of your sister around you again. I promise.” He swears. Arya stops struggling a bit.

“Wait, ‘Around me’?” Arya questions.

“Look I’m not going to pretend that your sister doesn’t annoy me to no end, but I won’t say anything when I’m with you. Can’t make any promises for when I’m left to my own devices.”

Arya just stares at Joffrey. Though it was funny to admit, his half concession was actually rather sweet of him, and likely the best that Arya was going to get out of him. “Fine. You are forgiven.” Arya says.

Joffrey raises a blonde eyebrow at her. “I’m the king. I didn’t ask for your forgiveness.”

“Well you have it nonetheless.” Arya teases with a smirk. Joffrey smirks back at her, and pushes a chaste kiss to her mouth. Quickly he turns the kiss into a more passionate one, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and allowing his hands to slide down her body. Arya gasped and moaned into his mouth. She was aware that they were in a rather public corridor, and although she was his betrothed, this would still be frowned upon if anyone saw them.

“Joffrey….not here.” She gasps pulling her mouth back. Joffrey growls, but pulls back. He looks around, and then grabs her by her hand, and leads her away, toward a more secluded alcove in one of the back corridors, one that they had fooled around in times before.

As they got closer, they began to hear something, softly, then louder and louder. It sounded like someone was struggling to breathe.

“Hruck….GLURCK...GLUCK”

That sound was unmistakable, one that Joffrey heard, and Arya made dozens of times before.

“Dammit.” Joffrey said. “That better not be a guard and some servant bitch contaminating my favorite alcove!”

“Joffrey, let's just let them be.” Arya tried to reason, but Joffrey kept pulling them towards the sound.

“I will not have my subjects dishonoring my castle like this.”

Arya rolled here yes. They had dishonored the castle time after time, and Joffrey was foolish to think that no one else fucked outside their quarters. She was almost certain she caught one of the cooks slipping his hand under a servant girl’s dress in a garden a few days ago. Regardless she said nothing else.

Joffrey rounded the corner, with the intent of putting the fear of the Gods into whoever had the audacity to get their dick sucked in his castle, but as he turned the corner, he suddenly stopped, causing Arya to bump into his back. Arya was confused, as she couldn’t see over his height. She leaned to the side, looking around his body, and her eyes went to the size of a silver coin.

Joffrey was half right. It was a guard she was looking at.

But the servant bitch was none other than her sister, on her knees, head bobbing up and down on Sandor Clegane’s cock.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”
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‘This girl must have a fetish.’ Sandor thought.

For the second day in a row, Sandor was getting his cock sucked in a back corridor of the Red Keep. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just do this up in her room, but Sansa insisted that he drop his pants and allow her to please him right then in there. What was he going to say though, no? He intended to get what he could out of this...relationship of theirs, before she suddenly became sane again and realized what an ugly miserable bastard he was.

“Glurck….Glurckk...Glucck…” Sansa gagged around him. She was truly a fast learner; she had completely stopped using her hands as she sucked him off, pleasing him solely with her mouth. She was pushing herself further and further, taking him into her throat more and more and with greater ease. She pushed herself down, managing to take him fully into her throat, pressing her nose against his unruly pubic hair. She held herself there for a few seconds, working her throat around him, before pulling back fully, gasping for air, drool running down her chin.

“Gods little bird. You’ll be the death of me.” He praised, bringing his hand up to rub her cheek. She smiled at him warmly, lips swollen and red. She grabbed his hand and moved it up to her hair. On instinct, Sandor threaded his fingers through her fiery locks.

“You can...you can be a bit rough if you’d like.” She said sheepishly, averting her eyes. Sandor groaned; she really was trying to kill him.

Sandor gave her hair a gentle tug, pulling her back forward to his cock. Sansa instinctually opened her mouth, allowing his manhood to slide back in. With his newly given permission, gripped her hair and pulled her down on him, sliding his cock in her throat.

“HRUCKK…” She gagged loudly around him, eyes looking up at his.

“That’s it girlie. Keep looking at me.”

Fisting a hand full of her hair, he began to bounce her head up and down his cock. Sansa gave little resistance, allowing herself to be face-fucked by the large man.

“GLURCK….GLUCK….GLURCCK...GLUCCK…”

Sansa’s hands went between her legs, rubbing herself over her dress.

Sandor tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He was in heaven, or the closest thing to it.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Unfortunately he came crashing right back down.
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Arya’s voice startles Sansa, and she almost bites down on Sandor. Luckily she realizes where she was, and pulls her mouth off of him quickly. Sandor fumbles, trying to shove his hard cock back into his pants. Sansa turns her head and sees Joffrey and Arya staring at them in complete disbelief. Immediately her face goes as red as her hair. She looked a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her lipstick was smudged and drool covered her chin. A few stray pubes stuck out from the corner of her mouth. She wanted to tell them that it wasn’t what it looked like, but she couldn’t even find her voice to lie. Everyone stands there, in deafening silence, for what felt like eternity, but was only a few seconds. And then-

Joffrey began to laugh.

A slow chuckle at first, but it grew and grew, into a full belly laugh. Sansa, Sandor, and Arya look at him as if he had gone mad...well madder. He just laughs even harder.

“AHAHAHAHAHHAAA, Oh gods! This is rich! Absolutely rich.” He bellows, wiping a tear away from his eye. “No wonder you got over me so fast! You were fucking my dog!”

Sansa looks at the ground in shame, squeezing her eyes closed. She couldn’t believe this was happening. The king had seen her, her form betrothed, on her knees in a dirty corridor. Oh Gods, the shame it would bring her family. And what if he did something to Sandor for dishonoring a noble woman. She was on the verge of tears.

Joffrey continued to laugh hysterically at the situation. Arya saw her sister on her knees, body shaking. The Hound looked at the ground, not trying to meet anyone’s eyes. Having enough of this farce, Arya strides forward to her sister. She grabs Sansa’s hand and pulls her to her feet. She leads Sansa out of the corridor, and away from the embarrassing scene. Joffrey just continues to laugh as they leave.
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Neither Sansa or Arya speak as Arya leads Sansa to her chambers. They got a few confused looked from servants and guards, but no one was the wiser of what just transpired. Arya takes Sansa to her chambers, and sits her down on her bed. Sansa was still shaking, embarrassed beyond words. Arya didn’t really know what to do to comfort her sister, so she just sat beside her, and gently rubbed her back. Sansa shook, and every once in a while let out a shaky breath

“Are you going to tell father?” Sansa finally says after a while. Her voice sounds small. She sounds scarred.

“What? Of course not!” Arya assures. “Why would I tell father?”

Sansa just shrugs her shoulders, and falls silent for a moment. “You must think I’m a whore.” She says miserably.

Arya just scoffs. She could hardly judge, after all the depraved things she had gotten into over the last few months. If Sansa was a whore, that would make Arya queen of the whores, though that would technically be true soon.

“No Sansa, I don’t think you’re a whore.”

Sansa’s face suddenly was even more distressed. “Joffrey! What if he says something-”

“He won’t.” Arya reassures.

“But-”

“He won’t Sansa. I’ll make sure of it.”

Sansa gives her sister an unsure look, but then nods her head, accepting Arya’s assurances. Sansa looks at her hands folded in her lap.

“Arya…” Sansa whispers. “Why are you being so kind to me?”

Arya gives her a strange look.

“I can’t be kind to my only sister?”

“I’m always….I’m always a right bitch to you” Sansa admits. Arya was shocked that Sansa would describe herself as such, but said nothing. She wasn’t wrong after all.

“I think we both can stand to be kinder to each other.” Arya adds. They fall silent once more. “I am….sorry, about you finding out about me and Joffrey the way you did. I did not intend to hurt you, you have to know that.”

Sansa just makes a noise in her throat. “I know.” She says. “Tell me, is Joffrey anything like I thought he was? The prince I dreamed of?”

“Not in the slightest.” Arya admits with a laugh.

“Hm. I guess that’s why you would like him.” Sansa says, smiling softly. Arya laughs again.

“Among the reasons.”

The two of them laugh together, feeling like sisters for the first time in a long time.

“Sansa. Can I ask you a question.”

“Okay?”

“Why...The Hound?”

Sansa’s face goes red again, and she looks away. Arya was glad that her sister wasn’t hanging onto Joffrey, but she didn’t understand how she could land on someone like The Hound. Arya liked the Hound, but he was the opposite of all things she thought her sister valued. He was ugly, crass, ill tempered and violent. Sansa had always talked about handsome princes with flowing hair and white steeds. The Hound’s hair was black and mangy, just and his steed was too.

“He makes me feel nice. Wanted.” Sansa eventually answers in a small voice.

Hm.

Well, that’s something Arya could understand personally.
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“AHAHAHAHAHAAH!”

Joffrey had been laughing for several minutes straight. Hunched over and holding his belly. The Hound just stood there awkwardly as the king laughed and laughed. His laughter eventually died down, but he still had a shit eating grin plastered on his face, one that Sandor couldn’t stand.

“Well, well. I see you took a very liberal interpretation of my orders to watch over the Stark girl.” Joffrey says.

“Your grace, I-”

“Honestly you did me a favor. I guess she couldn’t cry and bother me when she was too busy eating your cock.”

Sandor frowned at the vulgarity in which Joffrey spoke of Sansa. Sure he had dishonored the girl, but only Sandor could say that. Knowing better however, he held his tongue.

“You know, technically I should have you executed for an improper relationship with a noble lady.” Joffrey says offhandedly. Sandor stiffens at the mention of execution. He might be a miserable old bastard, but that didn’t mean he wanted to die.

“Well...are you, your grace?”

“Oh Gods no. I don’t care that you’re fucking the lesser Stark girl. In fact, I encourage it.” Joffrey says waving his hand dismissively. Sandor is shocked by his words.

“You grace?” Sandor questions. Joffrey’s smile grew somehow even wider, and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes, one that Sandor did not like one bit.

“In fact, I encourage it so much that I think we should make it official. Sandor Clegane, you are to marry Sansa Stark.

Sandor’s mouth drops open dumbly.

He couldn’t be serious. This had to be one of Joffrey’s cruel pranks that he often pulled.

“You can’t be serious.” Sandor laughs humorlessly.

“Dead serious.”

“You can’t marry me to Sansa.”

“I’m the king. I can very well do what I please.”

“She’s the oldest Stark Girl. I’m not even the head of my house.”

Joffrey just shrugs his shoulders.

“I can give you your own noble house. Problem solved” Joffrey retorts. “You’ll take the Knighthood and be given your own noble family.”

Sandor’s jaw clenched painfully and he gritted his teeth.

“And what If I refuse?” Sandor says. Joffrey’s cheery demeanor immediately drops, and his face twists in silent rage.
“Then I WILL have you drawn, flayed and quartered.” Joffrey threatens. “Do you realize what you’ve done by fucking the Stark girl, and I do assume that you fucked her. Say she’s married off to some other nobleman. When he beds her, it’ll be revealed that her maidenhead is gone. Where do you think Ned Stark will think that happened? Who do you think he’ll blame?”

Sandor opened his mouth to argue, but surprisingly he didn’t have a counter. Joffrey’s explanation was well thought, more so than Sandor would’ve previously given him credit for.

“She’s your responsibility now Sandor. Don’t worry/ I won’t make any announcement until after me and Arya’s wedding, so you won’t have to worry about Ned Stark trying to run you through for the time being.”

Sandor frowned deeply, but did not say anything.

“Well, glad that we got that settled.”

Joffrey turns to leave, but not before looking over his shoulder and saying-

“Oh and Sandor, can’t wait to have as a part of the family.”

He strides away, laughing to himself as he does.
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