Chapter 11 (Smut warning – please don't read if you find fictional smut offensive)
Lost in his own desire and thought from the kiss they shared, Sandor looked down at his wife, she was desirable as hell, her face flushed pink, her lips slightly swollen redden from the kiss and his side whiskers. Sandor Clegane never kissed a woman before as he never kiss whores.
His lips gently kissed her split lips; but again he saw the fear and she started panicking. He kicked his fucking boots off. He held her and said, "I am not going to hurt you," Leana nodded – unsure.
"You promise," She wanted assurance.
"I promise...and I also promise that I'll take you home – back to Winterfell. I will do what I can in my power to make sure of that," his heart skipped a beat when he saw her smile for the first time in a very long time – this was the first time he made her smile.
He cornered his wife and started kissing her again. There was not a single romance bone in him – he was a killer, not a Knight or a page boy; he knew no soft words for her, all he could do was be gentle with her, he promised to himself that he'll keep his desire in checked. He saw her eyes shone with passion.
He pulled his tunic off, not wanting to frighten her he kept his breeches on. Leana was on her knees, her hands was on his chest, but as soon as he tried to pull off her night shift she quickly grab the edge of her shift trying to hold it down – while they were kissing, actually he was kissing her now as the fear of the unknown scared her. She is not ready, he realised.
He started kissing her neck and her ears, her hands were still on his naked chest trying to create some distance between them, she could feel the muscle underneath the black coarse hairs, his tongue found his way into her lips again and he heard hear moan.
His palms grazed her soft thighs and he slowly lifted her white shift and this time she let him, a smile of glory painted his face.
Suddenly Leana was very aware of her nakedness and she quickly covered her breast as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She looked delicious, Sandor thought, ready to be fuck. But he hated looking at her bruises and cuts which was given by his brother and perhaps some from him.
"Don't," He said as he gently moved her hands away from her milky breasts. "Don't cover yourself in front of me again." His eyes feasted on her small breasts and their small pink nipples which never known a man's touch.
She had nowhere to go, Leana felt the rough corner of the wall on her back. She closed her eyes, as the Hound kissed her left breast and he heard her whimpered, he sucked her nipple while his other hand played with her other breast.
She felt like a frozen lava, frozen in place but molten lava seeped out of her womanhood, the sensation was making her crazy, her nipples were both hard and tight...almost to the point of pain, by the time Sandor got to the her other breast she was moaning shamelessly. But her hands are still bracing his chest, pushing him away.
Without warning, he swiftly placed his hands under her armpits and pulled her down, so she was lying on the bed instead of her back at a wall like a cornered rat. He used his hands to brace his body above her, he knew she had broken ribs and didn't want hurt her further. Never again, he promised himself.
His wife was lying naked under him, she was so delicate, thin and frail compared to him. He roughly unlaced and pulled off his pants to free his straining cock, then he pushed her legs apart.
He inserted one finger into her womanhood which jarred Leana up from her pleasure haze. "Don't!" She started protesting, she grabbed his hand, pulling it away from her sex but he refused to budge. He kissed her to calm her down, she was like a skittish mare on their bed, unlike her usual fierce self.
"Trust me," He said to her.
He was being really careful not to pierce her maidenhood with his finger, he wanted his cock to pierce through her cunt where no man had ever been before.
Fuck, he thought, she was wet and ready, he pulled out his finger from her swollen slit and it was drenched with her sweet honey. He growled like a dog, his cock straining ready to pierce her maidenhead. Leana felt weird when he pulled out his finger from her, but she felt something else at the entrance of her womanhood; she looked down and saw his cock proud and angry with its swollen head rubbing her opening – she tighten in fear wanting to close her legs.
"Sandor...please," she looked above at him.
"It's alright Leana, please just...lie down. Trust me." He felt her legs putting pressure, wanting to close them to shy away from him.
With his thighs he nudged her legs wider, holding his cock, with one push he entered her half way and the movement was greeted by a gasp of pain which made her pushed him away from her, "Please, stop. You are hurting me, please," she kept pushing him off her. The head of his cock could feel the virgin shield.
He kissed her mouth but she refused him, closing her lips and facing away. He kissed her brow and cheeks, trying to ease the pain he caused – while gritting his teeth trying to control his desire to fuck her bloody. She was wet and tight like a perfect silk glove to his throbbing cock.
He took both her hands which were shoving him away and placed them on her sides while holding her down. "It's alright, wife. It'll be over soon," he managed to say to his sweet wife, he didn't know what else to say.
With another hard trust his planted his root deep to the hilt, he was buried all the way into her wet throbbing cunt, tearing the measly barrier. He heard himself groan in pleasure.
He never had a virgin before, all the dry whores he laid with were experience and ready for him to come fast so that they can have their coins and have the ugly monster made his leave...but not Leana.
This was his wife, she was his and his only. No one else had been there before. No one has seen her flushed naked before. He was her first and he'd make damn sure he's be her last. He couldn't hold it any longer; the pleasure and pain of waiting was driving him to madness. Leana gave a sharp scream when he entered her fully and gripped both his arms tightly, her nails digging into his skins.
"Sandor, you are hurting me," she said to him, looking at him with teary eyes.
"Please..." that is all the Hound managed to say as it was torture for him not to pound like a mad dog as he moaned loudly into her mouth. Then he kissed her tears; He cajoled his wife by his kisses and touch, he sucked on her breasts and neck slowly.
His patience was rewarded...she kissed him back. He started moving his hips back and forth very slowly – in pleasure and pain. It felt so good to made love to his wife.
Before long he heard her gasped and moaned, some in pleasure and some of pain. He pounded into her wet cunt faster and faster, he trusted in and out of her. He heard her gasps, then his name slipped from her lips, "Sandor," he cherished her call for his name. Then he grabbed her hips roughly and pounded like a mad man, he is not going to last long at all.
Before long, "FUCK! FUCK!FUCK" He shouted, eyes closed in sweet agony, his head snapped back and he groaned loudly as he come, with a couple of savage thrusts he emptied his hot pearly seed in her wet hot cunt.
Leana could feel his brute strength under her hands and in her; somehow she felt powerful having to command such power, she felt him in her - hard and rough, all hot and slick. Trusting few final violent jerks into her, Sandor Clegane thought he died and went to heaven, he felt strong but weak at the same time.
They were both breathing heavily. The Hound, not wanting to crush her with his weight, held her body with his arms as he rested his forehead on her.
"Is it over?" Leana asked, she was flushed. He knew she didn't come.
He laughed at her innocence. He kissed her senseless and said, "yes, for tonight."
Sandor Clegane had the best intention of not bedding his scared wife on their wedding night, but the second he saw her - at the corner of his bed, all his best intentions were thrown out the fucking window. He had not been fucking whores since Leana arrived in King's Landing.
Every time he saw her at the brothels, he lost his desire to fuck whores; he ended up protecting her or telling her off, no fucking wonder that he was as horny as hell and didn't last long when he bedded her.
Surprisingly, that night they both slept soundly. He cradled her head on his arm, her hand lied on his naked chest - he felt at peace...with Leana asleep in his embrace, she was his to take care of. He made sure she was in deep sleep before he closes his eyes.
He marvelled why the Gods have given her to him, a scarred monster, he wondered whether they felt pity for the boy who was abused or for the dog who was practically a killing machine for the House Lannister - for he will kill the Gods if they took her away from him.
Morning after
Usually Sandor Clegane woke up after dawn in a drunken stupor, off from bed right away as much as his heavy head allowed him...but not anymore. This morning he did not want to leave his warm bed with his wife sprawled naked in his arms. He wanted to fuck her again – making sure she comes this time but she must be too sore from last night.
The sun peeked through the windows next to their bed, its light yellow and warm. His wife roused from her sleep and snuggled closer to him. Sandor was looking at her face, he moved a lock of her black hair – her eyes opened and suddenly she was very aware of their nakedness as the day they were borne.
She blushed; she was embarrassed and moved away from him, looking for cover, she couldn't find her night shift. He didn't seem to be bothered by their nakedness. He laid in his glorious nakedness, not an ounce of fat on him, but his body was marked by battle scars.
He saw her horribly bruised back, he was consumed with rage, he'll be damn to hell of the Queen and Joffrey abused her again. Then he saw it, the proved of their love making last night; he saw spots of blood on their sheet; over powering possessiveness washed over Sandor Clegane, she was truly his wife.
He grabbed and pulled her to him, kissed her until she moaned and he smiled, "Don't get into trouble today." he said to her.
Leana was about to told him that he sound like her uncle Tyrion when she was startled by loud bangs at the door – rudely disturbing their sated peace. Who the fuck dared bother him?! The Hound swore.
"SANDOR! OPEN THE DOOR!"
It was his brother, Gregor. No doubt by the order of the Queen.
He stood up and quickly put on his breeches while Leana clumsily donned her nightshift which only covered down to her upper thighs. He could still see pearly traces of him on her inner thighs. "Stay inside," He said to her.
Sandor Clegane pulled the bed sheet with one yank. "What are you doing?" She thought her husband daft. Then she realised what Ser Gregor was there for.
The Hound opened the door rudely and saw his brother and of course, Lord Varys. "I know why you are here," He growled and shoved the sheet, proved of their consummation to Lord Varys.
His fucking brother looked at the bloodied sheet with a strange hateful expression on his face. Lord Varys bowed, satisfied with the proof that the marriage was consummated which he will report to the Queen.
Ser Gregor looked at his bare chest brother, "Where is the bride? The virgin cunt you fucked bloody like a dog last night. How was she?"
It was a blurred to Lord Varys as Sandor Clegane attacked his brother, "Don't you fucking talk about my wife that way! You fuck!" He growled. Ser Gregor retaliated, and punched Sandor in his gut and Sandor punched his brother on his face.
"STOP! STOP! STOP IT! PLEASE! STOP!" Leana tried to pull Sandor away from the Mountain. Lord Varys thought it looked like a tiny lass trying to break up giants' fight.
"Stop this madness or the Queen will hear about this!" Lord Varys spoke up as he pulled Leana away from the brawl for he feared they might crush her or accidently hurt her, the girl went through enough pain already. They both stopped and Leana was hanging on to Sandor's arm – still pulling him away.
Ser Gregor looked at her like a piece of meat, ready to be fucked. He could have had the girl and fucked her bloody himself, she was a virgin.
Sandor did not like the way his brother was looking at his wife and not too happy with her short nightshift which barely covered her thighs, "Get back inside. NOW!" He commanded her. She wanted to told him off for his rudeness but she looked at the three of them and decided not to, she was about to walk into the room when Ser Gregor spoke.
"Leana Clegane," Ser Gregor called her, "You should have been mine."
Lord Varys exhaled in frustration, another cock fight was about to happened again as he saw Sandor's wrath from his eyes.
"Ser, you can call me Leana...I am a Stark and I will always be a Stark – I belong to Sandor now. Good day Ser. Thank you Lord Varys."
A Stark and their loyalty, Lord Varys smiled. Even the one who had been abused by the Lannisters.
With that Leana pulled her husband into their chamber and bolt the door herself.
"What a morning," She murmured in disbelief.
Sandor was all quiet,still captivated by Leana's answer to his brother, she said she was his! Her wit and loyalty are one true Stark and no even him can doubt it.
"Be careful with my brother," Sandor pulled her to him, kissing her to shut her up.
"I am not scared of your brother," she kissed him back and his cold heart warmed, she kissed him back!
"You should be," he insisted.
"Well, I am not!"
"I am not jesting. He is a force to be reckoned with!" He shook her as he growled at her.
"You are hurting me, Sandor," She looked at his grip and he let go.
"Avoid the Queen and Joffrey." he relaxed his grip on her arm.
"You starting to sound like my uncle and Bronn,"
"Leana..."
"I know...I know...please...I know. I have mastered the art of avoiding them." Suddenly she remembered - White is gone. "Usually she keeps me company."
"I'll take you to see where I buried her, soon. I promised."
She nodded, "Let me help you get ready and put on your armour. Your Joffrey is waiting,"
Shae was waiting in front of their room, quiet, not wanting to disturb the newly wed. She already heard about the brawl which happened earlier with Ser Gregor. Many witnessed the incidents and walked away quickly but news spread like wildfire.
Then she heard an argument from inside the room; truth be told, Shae saw how her Lord Tyrion spoilt the girl, she voiced her opinions and he valued them, making her bold and reckless sometimes. And Bronn practically clean up all her mess when she got into trouble.
They all loved her dearly. But she was worried she'll get into trouble with her husband because she was daring and not afraid of him.
She leaned closer to the wooden door to eavesdrop, seconds later the door was yanked – By the Hound himself, walking out...pissed off!
"You will move your belonging to my room today! We will not live in separate chambers, wife! That's final!"
"Must you shout?"
"And must you be so rude?! You'll be surprise with...Oh Good morning Shae." Leana noticed Shae as she walked out the door.
"Shall we move your things, Leana?" Shae tried.
"No, he can't tell me what to do!"
Shae looked at the girl, it will take time for her to adjust and she was hoping that it won't be that hard.
"Where are you going, Leana?"
"Out – anywhere, I don't care." She had enough. She was really frustrated because Sandor had not agreed to anything she wanted! She could usually convinced her uncle for anything she wanted.
"Leana...please, your uncle is expecting you..."
She sighed – she didn't know how to feel anymore.
"Let's meet your uncle, then you can do whatever you want..." Shae tried.
Leana nodded dejectedly.
TBC
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