Chapter 7.
He didn't want to be here. He'd rather be drinking than taking some highborn maiden on a ride. Hells, she probably can't ride, she'll want his help off and on her horse. Why him! It's not bad enough that he has to go with her, he gets to the stable to get Stranger and the bloody beast is livid! He acts like he's going into battle or something. Then he sees that white desert stallion and the stable boy has just let him get away, he starts to go after it knowing who it probably belongs to but decides," Fuck it, let the stable boy chase it." The damned horse is as riled as Stranger is, Hells, that's probably what's got Stranger going anyway. He can hear it in the yard, snorting and pawing. Sandor smirks, thinking that the bloody beast wouldn't stand a chance with Stranger. Sandor battles with the warhorse to get him saddled and the entire time that white desert devil is in the yard issuing challenges.
Finally Sandor manages to ready Stranger and lead him out of the stable, he immediately sees Lady Shalene looking down, tending to something in her hand and that bloody beast is so close to her, ready to fight. Stranger is determined to get to him and Sandor's patience is at its end, he roars " Control your damn horse, My Lady! He's the one who has mine ready to kill!" Before he can even control his buggering temper. He can't believe he has yelled at a Lady and in front of the entire yard, Lord Tyrion, and his buggering sell sword but it's too late now. He'll have to pay, he knows. He can't seem to control his mouth or his eyes for he notices how she is dressed and his mind instantly thinks about her dark, hard nipples and then her full, red lips, his cock soon makes its unruly presence known. Damned traitor cock is the thought that passes his mind just then. What is it about tits and a cunt that causes a man's body to lose control!
He dimly registers the tenseness in the men of the yard after he yelled at Lady Shalene, but when she doesn't raise the alarm so to speak, he's not concerned. He watches her as she looks at him, right at him, squarely in the eye, again, then at Stranger. She calmly and slowly walks around the desert devil and says something, he doesn't understand. Probably some Dornish mumble. She says it once, twice, three times as she walks around the beast, then she finally touches it. Sandor is totally floored! He is as calm as a babe. She looks into that horse's eyes like he's her lover. Sandor is mesmerized when she exchanges a breath with the horse and then says something else to him and he bows down so the little Lady can just swing up on him. Sandor is still battling with Stranger but is soundly stunned at this. This petite woman and her magical control over that stallion. The next thing he knows, he has been verbally knocked to the ground in front of everyone when she says, " Ser, do you need help with the mounting process?" It seems to take a second for her words to sink in, as they run through his head, does he need help with the mounting process? What does she mean?
It registers with him how she is riding, no gear, just her and that white devil. He immediately mounts Stranger, who is still wound up, and wants to yell at her because he feels that he has somehow been made part of a jest but he hasn't figured it out yet. He looks at Lady Shalene and she is smiling at him as if she and he were the only two people left in the world, he still has "the mounting process" running through his mind so all he does is growl at her about the safety of her riding with no way to control her stallion. Though he well knows it is possible to do so for someone who is an experienced rider. He just doesn't know about her, a woman. She just laughs and rides closer to him and responds, "Ser, I'm as at ease riding like this as you are riding with all your gear. I happen to enjoy being mounted on a bareback beast. I like the feel of his body as he moves beneath me. The power of his thrust, the control he has that is always on the verge of exploding just waiting on me to beg him to release it leaving me knowing what an awesome force I have had between my legs"...and she licks those red lips again. She flexes her thighs subtly and her stallion moves past Sandor towards the gate. He sees and hears Tyrion before he turns to follow, not knowing how he can ride with his cock so hard, and especially with this woman.
He wonders if anyone noticed how he was thoroughly beaten by this tiny woman, but dimly, he doesn't think so, they were all as beat as he was. He has to laugh when he thinks about it, all the pieces fell into place, there will be a lot of sore arms and sore raven headed whores tonight! Assistance with my mounting process, she enjoys being mounted on a bareback beast; the feel of its body as it moves beneath her; power of its thrust; control, her begging; awesome force between her legs! Seven bloody Hells! This is no maiden! What has he gotten into? He has never had a woman so blatantly proposition him and a Lady to boot! Now he has to ride with her, watch her body move on that damned beast, listen to her talk, he wasn't going to make it all day without a couple of long piss stops. As bold as this Sand Snake is, she'll know exactly what he's doing, but then, he's never been shy, let her think what she wants, two can play her game. Only, he has to keep reminding himself, she's free to act like that, I'm not. I've got to be careful. All it takes is one slip up, oh, bloody Hells! I need a drink. And my cock needs a release. He growls that familiar growl, it's all he can do now.
Shalene rides just ahead of Sandor so he has a short time to get his mind and traitorous cock back under control. He breathes slowly, evenly, and focuses on the activity around them until they reach the edge of King's Landing and Shalene urges Aulonex into a smooth gallop. He follows and can't help but to watch how she moves so fluidly with her horse. His view from behind is safe so he takes in how well her legs grip and move as they gallop. The wind has smoothed her tunic over her upper body making it impossible not to see how her tits bounce in time with horse's gait. Her hair is coming loose from the ribbon that holds it and as she shakes her head, it flies loose, on impulse Sandor grabs it before it flutters away. He means to hand it to her but some unknown notion stays his hand and he wraps it into his fist and holds it. Her hair is loose now, falling so long that it covers part of her mounts back. He stares at it, raven hair; so shiny in the sun, how is her hair that curly all the time? It bounces in time with her body, and he wonders what her hair feels like, is it soft and smooth or would it feel like Stranger's mane does when he grooms it, smooth but thick and coarse.
Lost in his own thoughts, it takes hearing her voice a second time before he responds. " Clegane, ride beside me for a bit, we could talk." He wonders what she's up to. He knows his place and she does too so he replies," My Lady, my place is behind you, not at your side. I am your guard and escort not your companion," he speaks in a controlled rasp but he can feel that slow rage that is all too familiar starting to boil. His face is impassive. Shalene smiles to herself and squeezes her thighs to slow her mount and then stops and turns to Sandor who too stops, irritation and rage are showing in his hard grey eyes but she looks right into them and he thinks again about how this one doesn't look away, but moves that thought to the back of his mind as she leans towards him. She smells so exotic, different from all the Ladies of the Court. The Little Bird always smells of flowers and sweetness and even lemons at times. Fresh like Spring. Shalene's scent wakens some part of him that fuels a wild lust. She smells of nature, of cinnamon and cloves, scents that are as different and foreign as she is. He can't help but breathe in deeply of her scent, wanting to bury his face in her hair and neck, to fill his hands with those curls and pull her to his body and feel all of this woman pressed against him as his hands explore her. He closes his eyes and leans forward, breathing in that womanly scent, his cock is ready to explode! With that thought, he immediately remembers where he's at and who he's with. His anger at himself and this "woman" are too much. He growls at her,"I have to take a piss." He quickly dismounts and leaves her sitting there as he stalks off into the King's Wood and stomps around for a bit trying to control his thoughts. What the bloody Hell was he doing! Maybe she didn't recognize that he was leaning towards her, he didn't know how he was going to be able to be around her. His mind and body wouldn't obey. What good had all the years of focus and training done if he can't even keep one little woman from making him act like some green squire. He has had dark-skinned women before. Hell's he'd had every color, shape and size, what was it about this one that kept him so on edge.
He has his piss but decides since he already has it in hand, he might as well ease the need in his cock. It doesn't take but a few strokes and he has at least calmed the need to fuck for a short time. He heads back to where he left Shalene and as he approaches he snarls,"It's time to head back, don't you have a party to get ready for?" He finds her in a position he has never seen anyone in before. She is still mounted on her stallion but is turned over with her stomach laying on his back. She has her arms crossed, resting on the horse's rump and her head resting on her crossed arms, just as if she were in bed. He stops for a moment and she opens her eyes to watch him approach. Once he's back on Stranger, she has still made no move to turn around. He frankly doesn't know what to make of this Lady. She rides extremely well and unconditionally, she doesn't act like a Lady. He decides to just return to the Keep, her stallion falls into place beside him and she is still in the same position, watching him, as he eases Stranger to a pace behind her steed, she says," Ride beside me. Tell me about Lady Sansa." He is immediately on guard again, what is this woman wanting to know about the Little Bird for? Please don't make me have to protect her from Dorne too. He growls from deep in his chest, " Why do you want to know about Lady Stark? Surely you can ask Lord Tyrion or even Lady Sansa herself." Shalene just gazes at him with those black eyes, he decides it's best just to fall back into his usual demeanor, looking straight ahead, face blank, anyone else would see it as death approaching on its black hell beast, but Shalene is as comfortable as if she were laying on a sofa in her chambers. Her next words shake him, but he shows no outward sign of it," I feel I must explain some things to you. I AM Lady Shalene Martell, Princess Shalene Martell, my father IS Prince Oberyn Martell, as you know. I AM here as ward, good faith, if you will, for Princess Myrcella. Lord Tyrion has known me since I was born. It is no mere chance that I am the one here and not someone else. I won't ask you to trust me, I have been warned that you trust no one, but you will listen to me and think on what I say if you want to help keep Lady Sansa safe. You are limited in what you can do, as we all are, but I can offer more of a distraction for Joffery than anyone else. I have been told what he is capable of. I am aware also of how our Queen enjoys her own sort of wickedness towards Sansa. You don't have to trust me, you don't have to like me. Just watch, listen, and don't try to judge me or Lord Tyrion and Bronn, for that matter, before you see the entire picture. We have the same wish. Obviously her own brother and mother won't rescue her so it's up to us to keep her safe and alive. You're suspicious of me, I don't care. What I gain from this is personal. You know my family history, as I know who your brother is. I do not judge you by the actions of that monster. Just know that you and I have a common cause. And by the way, I would like for you to train with me in a few days, I'll send word." With that, she raises up, turns herself around on her stallion and he can't help but watch as she slides up to the stallion's withers and then rolls her hips, adjusting herself in place and moans. She looks over at him and smiles. She then tenses her thighs slightly and tells the stallion, " Come, Aulonex. I need all of you, now!" And the stallion bursts into a run. Sandor is left momentarily stunned by what he's heard her say, both to him and to her horse, but immediately follows her. As they make it back to the stables, he remembers to ask her what sort of training she means to do that she needs him and she flashes him that dazzling smile and replies,"Why, weapons, of course, Ser." She leaves her steed with the stable boy and he watches her walk to the castle, hips moving so seductively, and that head full of raven curls bouncing and falling down past her firm ass. He then realizes he still has her emerald ribbon tucked in his pocket.