Authors note: I'm so sorry I've taken so long to update...but there are a good few chapter set to come soon. I hope this keeps you going!
"Fucking cheating sellsword bastard," Sandor hissed, the door of the tavern slamming behind him.
In a fury, he downed the last of his drink and smashed the glass on the ground, before storming back to the keep.
The laughter of the oily ginger bastard and the dwarf rang in his ears as he made his way to the kitchens. The servants didn't even peep as he snatched up two flagons of wine.
He listened in satisfaction to the slosh of the liquid as he made his way up to his room, pausing occasionally to take a long slug.
Sandor kicked open the door to his room to see Maud's surprised face. "Thought you'd be out all night," she commented as she put down her embroidery. Normally on one of his drinking nights (not to be confused with the drinks he had on a regular night), Sandor wouldn't appear until just before daybreak - and then he would come in singing a lewd song and regale her with stories. It was one of the things Maud looked forward to the most.
"Don't you fucking start," he growled. "Cheating fucking cunt. His nose is so far up the dwarf's fucking asshole it's a surprise he could see the cards to cheat."
Maud didn't ask. Instead she watched silently as the tall man drank his fill. To her surprise, he offered her the other flagon. She had to use both hands to lift it to her mouth, and it struck her again how strong Sandor was as he used only two fingers.
"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
the Dornishman's taken my life,
But what does it matter, for all men must die,
and I've tasted the Dornishman's wiiiife!"
Maud laughed as Sandor ended the song with a crescendo. She loved when the hulk of a man sang in his husky, gravelly voice.
Both were now pleasantly buzzed. The two flagons lay empty on the table, replaced with a wineskin.
"More wine!" Sandor cheered, his face slightly flushed.
Maud made a face and shook her head. "I'm numb," she pinched herself as proof. "That means no more wine for me."
He sighed, his face falling.
"I'll have more wine...if you tell me a story." Maud bargained.
A scowl. "Don't want to tell a fucking story. Cards! Let's play cards."
"What does the winner get? Buttons?" Maud snorted. "How about, if I win, you let me go free."
Sandor snorted. "Funny. Didn't realise you'd gone mad."
"FINE. If I win, you tell me the story of Robert's Rebellion. But if you win, you get...more wine? I won't complain about cleaning the chamberpot for a week?"
Another snort. He knew he was good at cards. He didn't need a prize, he just wanted the satisfaction of the win. So if he made the prize ridiculous, she'd agree to just play. No fucking stories.
"Shit on that. If I win…" he paused to think. What would stop her? "If I win, you suck my cock." That should do it, he thought smugly.
"Deal," Maud whispered. What the fuck?
"Don't be so fucking stubborn," Sandor warned as he dealt the cards. "We can just play."
Maud looked at her cards. She didn't know why she'd agreed and now she had the chance to back out she was inclined to take it. They could just play cards, and that would be that. And yet...Part of her was intrigued and she felt a warmth in her groin. Normally she'd push that side down easily, but all the wine meant her inhibitions were low. Besides, she had two threes, a King and an ace. If she could trade her other cards for a Queen and another three, she'd win.
"I want my story," she said, taking another sip of wine.
Sandor sighed. Stubborn bitch.
He won, easily. "Best of five," he said, dealing again.
In the end, Maud won only one of the five hands.
"It's fine," Sandor said roughly. "Get me more wine and we'll be even."
Maud's throat felt dry as the two sides of her mind battled. He was her captor. He was a Clegane. She should accept his out and be grateful. But over the past few weeks she'd been daydreaming more about him, imagining him taking her in those muscular arms. Throughout the games, she could feel the moisture pool in her underclothes as she imagined scenarios that no Lady would dream of. "No," she said. "I'll do it. But…"
"What?" Sandor's cock twitched. He'd been semi-erect since the second hand of cards. The expectation was that Maud agreed to stop the bet, passed out drunk and he had a wank. But maybe the plans were changing.
Maud blushed. "I've never touched a cock before. I always thought I'd be married when I did."
"I'm not fucking marrying you," came the blunt response.
"I don't want to marry you. And it's unlikely I'll get married living here. But, I mean, I don't know what to do."
"It's pretty easy. You stick it in your mouth and...suck it."
With shaking hands, Maud lowered herself to her knees in front of him and reached to unfasten his breeches. She could feel his hard warmth and gingerly peeled back the fabric of his trousers to reveal his cock. Her cheeks coloured as she looked at it, jutting from a nest of brown curls. Maud was pleased to notice it wasn't as big as The Mountain's cock, but it still seemed long, at least the length of her hand. Desperately avoiding looking up at Sandor's face, lest she lost courage, Maud wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock - and was shocked when it jerked.
Sandor let out a gasp of laughter. "It does that," he assured her. Even that one touch felt magical. It had been so fucking long since another person had touched him.
Curious, Maud reached out her other hand and stroked his cock, gently, as one might stroke a stray kitten. Her thumb ran down the thick vein on the underside, causing another jerk. Feeling more confident (although that could have been because of the wine), Maud ducked her head. She could smell him now, a musky scent and a small part of her brain wondered what it tasted like.
Sandor's hands gripped the arms of his chair tightly as he saw Maud bob her head. An experimental flick of her tongue over the smooth head made him choke back a moan. Still gripping the base of his cock with one hand, she placed her lips over his tip and slowly began to take the bulbous head into her mouth. The wet warmth felt incredible and Sandor couldn't stop himself from groaning.
Gods, he wanted her to keep going. He wanted to grab her hair and force himself deeper into her mouth. But a sudden tightening in his balls told him there wasn't time. "That's enough," he said roughly, putting a hand on Maud's shoulder to make her pull back, as she curiously licked up a drop of salty pre-cum.
Standing up, he grabbed a cloth just in time, and finished himself off with a few quick tugs. He felt like a green boy half his age. A few touches and he was sated.
"Was it...bad?" Maud asked shakily, still on her knees. She didn't know much but she thought it was supposed to last longer, that she was supposed to put more of it in her mouth. From lewd conversations her brothers had, she had been under the impression that such an endeavour made women choke.
"No," Sandor said, closing his breeches. He felt a bit lightheaded. Was it the wine? "It was fine." What did one do in this situation? Normally after he came, he'd pay the whore and leave.
"D'you want to hear the story of Robert's Rebellion?" When Maud nodded, he felt relieved. He waited til she stood up and sat in her chair before beginning. "Back when The Mad King was on the throne, Robert Baratheon…"
