He had to leave. Some time during the night, she turned herself around and nestled into the crook of his arm, his other arm flung protectively over her. But she doesn't need protecting. Except maybe from you, dog- a voice snarled in his head. He had woken up with her red hair fanned across his shoulder, the smell that was distinctly her and utterly intoxicating filling his lungs right down to his soul. His cock hardened in response, and that's when he made up his mind. He had thought he had changed, that he was deserving to be in her presence, yet he hadn't and he wasn't. He was still the ugly dog he always was, still the blood-thirsty, cruel man he has always been, and the little bird deserved better.

Disengaging her from his arm, he carefully covered her in a blanket and watched her sleep as dawn crept up on him. She looked so fucking beautiful, though. He auburn hair shone even in the dimmed light and her pouty lips looked as inviting as ever. In a moment of madness, Sandor dropped down onto his knees, crouched over till his face was inches from hers and kissed her. A soft brush of the lips, but he felt it on every inch of his body. Reeling, he brushed his lips against hers again, careful to not touch her with the burned side. Even in her sleep she'll be repulsed, dog.

He pushed himself up, ignoring the jarring pain in his shoulder from his wound and went to piss against a tree some distance from the sleeping beauty. He watched her as he pissed though, and with cock in hand and the girl in view, there was nothing else to do but give himself a little squeeze. He was disgusted by himself as soon as he did it, even more so as he felt his member growing hard in his hand. He wondered what he would do if she woke, but quickly cleared his head of that thought and gave himself another squeeze. I'll be leaving her, soon. Best give myself a farewell gift, he thought as he spread the clear liquid that seeped out across the head of cock. She brought his hand up to his mouth and spat, before bringing the wet hand back down around his throbbing manhood. He was fully erect now, the little bird sighing in her sleep mere feet away. He paused for a moment, allowing her to settle back to sleep, before slowly giving his cock a rub. Up the shaft and down, his thoughts strayed to the feel of her in his arms last night, her round ass pressed against his groin. Sandor groaned as his movements became more jerky, less fluid, and he tried to slow himself down, but his thoughts were stuck on how well she fit against him, as though the Gods had made her to fit in his arms comfortably. He didn't believe in the Gods, Old or New, but the idea was something the Little Bird would've liked her knights to say, so he imagined telling her how great she felt in his arms. How soft her teats were underneath his hands. How her lips were perfect, how well they tasted, too. Yet at the thought of her lips, he wasn't thinking about the curves of her lips, but how they would look wrapped around his cock. His manhood strained at the vision he had of her taking him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and sucking gently as he pumped in and out. Sandor's movements became uncontrollable as he grunted with each thrust of his hips, fucking his hand in earnest at the thought of his little bird performing on him. He came hard, his seed hitting the tree he stood against in long, thick spurts, filling the crevices of the bark and seeping down. Sandor groaned as the last of the sensation left his body feeling rejuvenated, yet disgusted with himself. His eyes shifted to the girl sleeping on her bedroll, an arm casually strewn across her ribs, pushing her breasts up to peak over the top of the neckline of her dress. Sandor felt soiled, and knew he must leave. If only to protect her from myself, he thought bitterly as he tucked himself back in.