Chapter 14 (smut warning – please don't read if you find fictional smut offensive)
Sandor grabbed her hand and placed it on Stranger's forehead, she tried to pull her hand away but failed miserably; she looked at the horse with trepidation, he is going to chomp my fingers off.
"You'll get to know him," he said to her. She looked at Sandor – unsure. She looked at the stallion; he could kill her in seconds by trotting on her.
Sandor placed her hand on the horse's neck and covered her hand with his, guiding her caressing the horse; she felt the horse smooth hair but when Stranger move she could feel its muscle.
For a while she continued touching the horse, from his muzzle, neck to its back – pretty soon she didn't need his hand anymore, she smiled at him as she slapped his hand away and rubbed Stranger by herself. She could have stayed there till dawn if she was allowed to, how she missed her White.
"Come Leana, its late," Sandor urged her.
She was about to said no and went against his order, but she noticed it's getting dark and she decided to follow his lead. For some reason she was exhausted.
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It was dark by the time they reach their quarter, Sandor Clegane noticed how people looked at them on their way back; from the corner of his eyes he saw women whispering behind their hands, looking at Leana then at him with fear, and he saw men looking at his wife with lust and admiration. For the first time in his life people looked at him not just with fear but with envy and disbelief.
A couple of the guards turned their heads looking at her – as he placed his left hand on her waist as they walked. They knew who the masked Stark is, but never seen her without the mask.
There was a sense of pride and ownership that he owned her. Leana belonged to him; the woman was wearing his color and he liked it, he was surprised by how much he liked it because he never felt anything about his House, because of his hatred toward his brother who is the lord of House Clegane.
What shocked people the most were their differences! Their difference in their physique: He was a massive ugly scarred killer who was ruthless and brutal, a big monster with an infamous last name.
Leana was a Stark, an ancient powerful name; she was small lady, a happy gregarious girl who was beautiful, sweet and kind. People associate Clegane with death and destruction while Stark with honor and bravery.
They walked through a door into the Kingsguard quarter and a sentry politely greeted his wife, "Good evening Lady Stark," Leana thought he was about to pound the poor boy to death.
She entered her room but it was bloody empty – she was taken back and she felt him behind her, "I've the servants moved your things." He gently urged her to keep walking.
"You did what?" surprised by his act, she followed him like a lost dog.
"You are my wife."
"I know that, but...but...I like my room. We can both have our own rooms. There was nothing wrong with that..." She knew plenty of people with such arrangement. It was considered proper, she tried telling him that but he just looked at her in amazement and kept walking. The hell we are going to sleep on separate chambers.
The Hound could hear Leana kept trying to convince him, even using the King and Queen as an example that they slept at separate quarters. The fuck we have a marriage like them, The Hound cursed. He witnessed numerous vile looks from the Queen when King Robert passed by.
"You can do whatever you want in our room," he urged her forward as he listened to her relentless chatter trying to make her point. She walked into their room like a fool – still talking! He swiftly bolted the door and started taking off his chainmail – fast.
"Aren't you going back to your sweet Joffrey or the..." she turned to face him, stopped talking for few seconds as she saw him took off his chainmail and started stripping until he was naked.
He was easily two feet taller than her, she saw his massive body gleamed by the candle lights, marred by numerous gnarly scars, his broad chest covered by dense black curls which tapered to his lower stomach.
She remembered their shared night, mortified she looked away, and this is why I want my own chamber!
"I'll come back, you need privacy," she tried to walk pass him to the door, only to be stopped by his hand, pulling her to him.
"I have unfinished matter with you," he growled to her ear before he started undressing her.
He swore he hated buttons as he tried to unbutton her dress, a long row of small buttons at the back of her dress. His big fingers and hands are great for wielding swords but they looked and felt fucking awkward unbuttoning small buttons. He thought of ripping them off with one yank but decided not to "I like my color on you, Clegane," he said to her.
Seconds later his patience was rewarded by the view of her naked back, tantalizing him. Sadly her back was marred by painful bruises; he vowed that he'll take great care of her, under his care she'd heal and blossom.
He ripped the stupid flimsy corset and started kissing her neck, tickling it with his short beard as he slowly kissed her from the top of her nape to her lower back, slowly making his way to her arse. He heard her moan softly, her dress pooled on her feet and he gently nudged her toward their bed.
Again, Leana tried to cover her bosoms, her nipples are hard and proud. She was self-conscious.
"Do not cover yourself," he pulled her hand away from her breasts, firmly but gentle and without warning he lapped and sucked her nipples. Leana gasped in pleasure and moaned as he bit one of her breast, his hands were busy stroking her body with hunger, his cock was already twitching in anticipation of burying himself in her wet honeyed cunt which he tasted last night.
Soon, he heard his wife calling his name like a prayer, "Sandor...Sandor...Sandor," Amongst her gasps of delight. He loved hearing his name from her lips. His long hard cock freed from his breeches twitches againts her thighs, few drops of pearly white liquid seeped through its slit. He couldn't have enough of her breasts, suckling and squeezing them urgently now.
He guided his cock and teased her opening with its plum tip, smearing her wetness around. Her legs opened for him willingly, welcoming him; he longed to bury himself in her opening.
Sandor slowly pushed forward, the mattress dent from his weight, He heard her saying 'yes' as he slid into her wetness where he finally embedded in her fully. It was fucking tight – still painfully tight. His instinct was to fuck her hard, he wanted to pound into her getting lost in ecstasy, but no - he wanted her to come, it's about her; he took his pleasure last night but not Leana.
His finger made a lazy circle on her pink rose bud; her moans told him that she liked it. With his glistening cock pumping in and out of her, finger rubbing her bud and his mouth on her, Leana was going crazy, felt like she will explode and burn. He heard her moaned into his mouth as he hungrily devoured hers.
He gritted his teeth, controlling himself not to be lost in her, he heard her moaning louder, her hands clutching his forearms.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"Sandor...I don't..." Leana gasped. The sensation was strange for her
"Let it be, It's alright," he managed to speak, he wanted her to come.
"I can't wait much longer, wife." And he lost all control.
Her body arched in pleasure, wanting more of him. Her thighs started to quiver; her muscles gripped his cock in her, making lewd noises. She raised her body as she come hard, calling his name repeatedly as she moaned, shuddered and bucked under him as she gripped his upper hands.
Then, it was fast and furious for Sandor Clegane, he moaned her name as he screwed her deep and hard, fast and hard, like a drowning man searching for air, she was still painfully tight and wet around his cock.
He looked down and saw her cunt eating his cock, saw his manhood coated with her sweet honey. "FUCK!" he shouted before he violently piston in and out from her and he jerked hard as he moaned and emptied himself in her hot drenched cunt.
Leana felt his brute strength as he pulled her hips to meet his final thrusts at the same time Sandor felt her hands holding his arms for her dear life as she come. He kissed her hard and shouted her name amongst his moans into her mouth as he spent his last drop of seed in her.
Sweat covered their naked entwined bodies as they lay in bed – sated. No word was spoken, just soft gentle caress, her fingers on his chest and his fingers on her hair. He felt her limbs shivered from the aftermath and her eyes closed peacefully. He absentmindedly strokes her unruly hair then he noticed that she was curious.
He saw his wife peeked down at his manhood, which is now soft and asleep on his lower stomach. To him, fucking his wife is like small death, every time he come in her, he felt like he died and reborn again.
Traces of their love making still visible from his wet coated cock and her wet thighs; a musky scent lingered reminding them of their recent coupling, he kissed her forehead and heard her stomach grumbled - he laughed.
"I am hungry," she looked up at him and said innocently.
They got dress, with a small cloth he gently wipe the mess he made which made its way to her thighs. Leana thought it was the sweetest thing, she couldn't be bothered with her ruined corset and he helped her buttoned her dress and; then they made their way to the small hall for their supper, he noticed she walked gingerly and felt guilty and pleased at the same time - she was still sore from their fucking.
In the small hall, there were still Knights and guards having their supper after they finished their shift. The Small hall of King's Landing is never empty; the couple ate quietly at the Hound's usual corner.
This was the first time in more than ten years, the onlookers saw Sandor Clegane without his full armour or his heavy chainmail having his supper, for usually the massive man had his armour or chainmail on no matter what! Most of the people there did a double take on him.
What a sight to behold, he was only in his dark brown breeches and loose top, a leather belt along with his sword – he looked almost human with a lady seating next to him, obviously not afraid of him. Sitting very close together, touching each other clandestinely – she even smiled coyly at him.
Engrossed in their own world they didn't realise...A pair of stormy eyes watched them.
It took Sandor quite while to realise someone was watching them; usually he was very alert, only eating his food in his dark corner and very aware of what's around him, but not this time...
The hall was almost deserted, they were sitting really close to each other, trying to eat while he couldn't keep his hands of her; smelling her, he could still smell his scent on her, musky and hot. Her face was still flushed, how beautiful she looked and...she was his. He told himself he wouldn't give a shit even though she had scars on her face, he'd felt the same way about her.
She was teasing him, he noticed that she looked around and saw no one could see them clearly from his corner, then - she kissed his nose. Sandor looked at his sweet demure wife smiled at him and he kissed her lips lovingly.
Traces of sweat on her neck...he recalled that sweet neck of hers under his lips and how she moaned his name from those lips. He loved how he placed his hand on her thigh and she let him, it felt right, smelling her damp hair from their sweat, how he could ravished her over and over; he was intoxicated with her.
Until he felt uneasy, he looked up and observed their surrounding, the place was almost empty and he saw him; his brother who finished his supper and nursing his brown ale, watching him and Leana.
Leana Clegane felt her husband tensed, she looked at his face and followed his eyes and saw Ser Gregor, sitting at the opposite corner. She never liked that man.
"Hei, Sandor...Sandor. It's alright. Just don't look at him," she squeezed his hand which was on her lap.
"I will not let him abuse you anymore – you hear me," she pulled his face so that she could see his eyes.
"Let's leave," she nudged him, she didn't want them to fight anymore but he didn't budge.
"Please, Sandor." she whispered. She remembered the fights the brothers had yesterday morning. Finally Sandor stood up, he made sure Leana walked in front of him, protectively placed his palm at the small of her back. He could felt his brother's eyes boring into his back.
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Gregor Clegane POV
Ser Gregor finished his warm ale, looking at his dog brother, he is fucking her and she likes it...You had what's mine, dog!
He saw his dog brother kissed her lips and neck when he thought no one was looking, one hand on her waist then moved to her thigh – and she let him touched her, she was smiling at him, teasing him with her smile. His brother wasn't eating his supper; he was too busy with the woman next to him.
He knew his brother well, the Dog never had a proper woman in his life. He doubted that he'd ever be married if not because of the Queen's edict, which was why he wasn't surprised when he saw his brother looked like a fucking dog in love with the Stark bitch.
He knew his brother only fucked whores...a lot less than most Kingsguards he knew. His brother liked the taverns more than brothels - unlike him.
What actually surprised him was the way the Stark bitch looked at the Dog brother, she wasn't scared of him, his fucking melted face didn't bother her at all. Is she fucking blind? What angers him the most is that they look happy...Sandor looked happy, he hadn't seen that expression on his face...since he stuffed his face on burning coals.
Gregor Clegane adjusted his breeches, as he felt an uncomfortable strain, it should have been him who fucked her bloody, and it should have been his cock in her wet tight cunt. Instead it was his brother's...
One day, he told himself, he'd fuck her whether she is willing or not.
TBC
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