Chapter 50 (smut warning – please do not read if you find fictional smut offensive)
Back from Blackhaven
Almost three weeks later, he arrived home; he saw Soot by Stranger's heel, unperturbed by the heavy rain and thunder while Ghost stayed close to his master. They were all plastered to the bones but no one was willing to stop at the inn, they just wanted to be back at White Knife and his men knew him well.
He could feel a smile on his face as they approached White Knife, he could see the towers long before they were close...he could almost smells the hearth in his bedchamber...he could almost felt the heat emanating from it while he had Leana tucked in his arms, lying after they rutted – he was that desperate to be home...
A dozen men who patrolled from dusk till dawn few hours away from White Knife greeted him.
It was Jon Snow's idea to place two dozen of their men outside the keep; His captain of the guards looked fucking pleased that none of the men were drunk and sleeping. He knew Jon Snow sometimes ride at night to check on their men. The men looked alert and one of them rode towards the gate to announce their arrival.
By the time they passed the gate, he heard Jon Snow laughed as he saw Bronn in his breeches and a torch on his hand. "Couldn't you arrive in a better hour, Dog?"
He ignored the sellsword and dismounted from the Stranger; the Baratheon bastard quickly took the rein and led Stranger to his stable.
"White Knife is safe for your return...my lord," Bronn stood by the main door as he bowed, mocking the Hound.
"You may leave for your whores," Sandor replied crudely; he was pleased to be back at White Knife, this was his first longer trip since they settled at White Knife. Usually his trip was once a month and only to Winterfell.
He was lying in bed in fucking Dondarrion's Keep when for the first time in his life he wanted to be home. White Knife was his home now. He never felt that in his whole thirty years of miserable life.
As a Kingsguard he travelled with the Lannisters and Royals everywhere. When he was with Leana in King's Landing, he wanted to be with her but it didn't matter, where. Not anymore...he wanted to be back at White Knife with Leana and his boys. After he broke his fast with the Lords, he was the first to leave Blackhaven, Jon Snow looked damn happy too when he told him to ready the men. The man couldn't walk fast enough to instruct their men - the captain of the guards did not finish his meal...His Lord siege said nothing.
Sandor Clegane went straight to his apartments at the main tower; he was still dripping wet. The guards posted on the floor greeted him, he nodded at them. He entered his chamber and saw Leana in deep sleep - he could tell. He saw 'Winter' who slept by the door and whimpered so slightly and he bend down to kiss the beautiful white beast, "Good girl," he whispered to her before he kissed her cold black nose.
Then he checked on his sons, saw both of the boys were sleeping on the ground now. Xander was sleeping next to Simon, his left foot was on his big brother's tummy while he nestled to Hammer.
About a month ago, Xander Clegane blatantly refused to sleep in his crib! He would either struggle or scream until his mother or father gave up and let him sleep on the ground with his brother or he'd climb out in the middle of the night to sleep with his brother.
Satisfied that his wife and children were asleep, he made his way for his bath and later on joined his men for a quick hot meal before he retired to bed. He heard 'Soot' whimpered and he quickly rubbed him down with a dry cloth.
He saw Gendry at the end of the table who was wolfing down his meal, the young man was good. He didn't want him to be a squire for long – he wanted him training with Bronn; your father saved my life, boy. As he looked the built young man who was no doubt, secretly spend time with Arya.
Alas, all was done, big black Soot as dry as a twig and had his fill of chicken.
His belly filled and he washed...He entered his chamber, he smiled, it was fucking bright, Leana had what he guessed more than two dozens of candles burned, as always when he was away.
Not wanting to wake her up, he quietly slipped under the blanket and closed his eyes, his body recognized the bed and he was lulled to sleep, he told himself that he was becoming a 'milk toast' who longed for his own warm bed with his wife in it. People might think him daft, but he was used to the smell in White Knife, especially his bedchamber – with Leana in it, she always smells minty.
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The sun was creeping out from the horizon. Servants started their work; roosters marking the start of the day, chucks and ducks quacking around. Some of the hounds ran freely in White Knife. Sandor Clegane woke up with a fucking painful erection; his cock seemed to know that his beloved wife was near and naked in bed with him.
In Winterfell, Jory, Jon Snow and he went to the tavern and whores flocked all over them like bees over honeycombs – he felt nothing. He ignored them as he nursed his brown ale, just talking to his company and placed Soot, his beloved black beast beside him.
Not a fucking stir in his loin, all they reminded him were how dreadful and meaningless his life was. He couldn't wait to be home, he shuddered to think of his life if he did not marry Leana.
Sandor grinned mischievously, felt himself getting harder by just looking at his wife sprawled naked under the blanket. The light from the early sun shone her soft skin that he knew by heart; he stared at her from the other side of the bed, enjoying the peace he hardly felt before.
He slipped neared to her, her back facing him; he saw her long black hair covered part of her milky white lower back. Edging to her, he could almost smell her amongst the smell of clean pressed sheets. He immediately kissed her hair with his nose, followed by kissing her neck, spooning her as he rubbed his erection against her arse.
"Leana," he murmured to his sleeping wife.
It's been too long since he last fucked his wife and it's killing him. He loved fucking her and even more when she was swollen with his child.
Leana never said no to him, she told him that she loved having him in her and they are both talker in bed. Things that they declared to each other while they are fucking…could make pirate blushed.
He grazed his palm over her exposed thigh and rounded soft arse. He raised the blanket and grazed gently over her swollen stomach and murmured his love and desperation to her. He felt her stirred slightly, her body inched to him.
"Sandor..." she was dreaming, half asleep half awake. He was stroking her body gently,
"Are you awake Leana?" asking a bloody stupid question. He arrived very late last night and didn't want to wake her up; she was in deep sleep and berated himself for his fucking erection as he edged even closer to her.
He pulled her by her waist so her back rest against his front, while still kissing her waist from her side to her ribcage. He observed her deep breath and he softly bit her waist, his hand stroking her soft thighs and full teats.
He just realized his cock is fully hard when she nudged her perky bottoms to his groin. He reminded himself to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to wake her up.
He wanted her to be still in her sleep as he entered her, he had never done that before.
Controlling his strong desire to just fucking plunge into her, he carefully arranged for Leana to lie on her back. They were both naked, gone was the blanket. He slowly raised himself to his knees, straddling her; he feasted on her heavy set of breast with already harden peaks.
He swallowed his saliva; he had to be gentle, to make her ready for him, cunt drenched with her sweet honey to receive him, but not wanting her to be jarred awake.
"Fuck" he groaned, feeling his erection against his stomach. He was fucking hard, his cock was already seeping fluid at its slit, he saw his cock twitched painfully, wanting to be in her.
He bend down to kiss her ample breasts had her nipple in his mouth. His hand bracing himself on the bed, he wanted to touch her breasts but he schooled himself not to knowing that his action might wake her up.
Instead, he rained wet kisses all over her breasts, circling the nipples; he can now hear her gasping breath and moans from her throats, calling his name over and over again; her eyes still closed.
He tested her wetness with one finger, a slow deep dip to her slit," Leana… you are so wet. Do you miss me in you?" He whispered to her in a groan, he saw her head slowly thrashing from side to side.
He dipped his mouth to one of the peak, while kneading her slit desperately, getting harder to control himself by the seconds. He bet if he cupped her teats they would overflow from his hands. He continued ravishing his wife; she was fucking his to ravish anyway, no other man would touch her again. Never, he told himself.
When he was away from her for fortnight, craving her; he had a fucking nightmare which made him even more desperate for her. He knew Leana was his, he took her virginity, they were married, he gave her his seed, they always had passionate fuck. She bore him his son and again his seed took root in her womb and she was still heavy with their second child...but he still wanted to mark her as his when he had his fucking nightmare.
Fucking Hell, It's got to be enough for Leana, he kissed her thoroughly and he broke a fucking smile of his melted face when he was greeted by an equally passionate kiss, he heard her called his name. Damn, his straining cock was so hard, it's really painful now, and he could feel his leak and saw them wetted her swollen belly.
He poised himself at her wet entrance, with one hand he hold his iron hard cock and started teasing her by dipping its purple fat head into her wet hot opening a couple of time. He was dying, wanting to plunged into her and found his release.
Clenching his jaw, he groaned in desperation, and then he made a round circling motion to her clit. Smearing her juice around and saw her pink bud.
He felt Leana stirred and called his name again, this time louder, she was waking up from her sleep.
"Sandor...Sandor..." he heard her sweet puny moans, and called his name, they were music to his ears.
"Leana...please..." he pleaded as he started pushing his cock into her.
Leana's eyes fluttered opened, looking at him above her. She raised herself half way by resting on her elbows, trying to comprehend what was going on while feeling the delicious fullness in her sex.
She saw and felt her husband straddling her, his face contorted in pain and pleasure, as he pistoned in and out from her. "Sandor?" she moaned.
"YES…" he groaned as he pushed all the way to his root in one slow solid thrust, she heard him grunt loudly.
Leana was awake few seconds ago as she felt his cock entered her gaping slip in one slow full thrust – he buried himself in her. A great delicious sensation as he went in her.
"Sandor...Sandor..." her head snapped back, showing him her neck as she gripped his arms, lost in the sensation. She wanted to look at their joining but she knew she couldn't because of her swollen belly blocking her view. She shouted her pleasure.
Sandor looked at their joining and he saw his swollen red angry cock which was coated with her juice plopped out lewdly of her cunt before he slammed another thrust in her. He knew they were not going to last long at all, after a fortnight not being in her, there was no way in sevens hells he was going to last long.
Leana was moaning lustily, hanging on to his forearms as her life depended on them. He then trusted into her like a mad man, no restrain, no control, submitting to his fucking animal instinct to release his craving and seed into her womb.
"Fuck!" he shouted, he could hear his stones slapping her arse. He could hardly talk anymore; he just shouted fuck and her name desperately over and over again. He knew she didn't mind his cursing when they were fucking.
He saw her mouth gaped opened as she came hard, he could felt her buck under him. His heavy legs pinning her smaller feminine legs. His cock in her cunt, sheathing and unsheathing until he finally slammed her with all the strengths he could muster, his back arched, his arse clenched, hands clenching her hips to pulled her to him and he fucking roar as he came hard in her.
His heart dropped as he saw Leana winched in pain, holding her belly. He quickly withdraw from her and saw her closed her eyes.
"I am getting Tarqin," Leana managed grabbed his hand before he stood up, "no...no, don't leave me,"
"I'm alright, the babe...is moving...I am alright," she insisted. "Stay with me," she tapped the place beside her.
Minutes later, they were lying in bed; she told him that she was glad for him to be home. Xander was looking for him for the entire two weeks.
"He frets!" she told him, but the boy couldn't really express himself yet and didn't even know why he was upset, he missed his papa who was away for more for more than a fortnight. She even caught Simon looking out the window from the main tower – looked far away over the forest and hill surrounding White Knife - no doubt for a sign of his arrival.
One evening, she couldn't find Simon in his bedchamber, she looked high and low and was getting worried then she entered Sandor's solar after she noticed the light from the candles from underneath the door.
Cautiously she opened the door, she found him asleep on Sandor's big comfortable chair with his pillow. "You miss your father, aren't you boy?" she stroked his head before she roused Simon to his bed.
"I miss you, Sandor. Why don't you wake me up, last night?" she asked him as she rested her head on his chest.
"You were sleeping so peacefully," He kissed her head, how much he missed her after more than a fortnight away for Lord Beric's wedding.
He rode for Winterfell with Jon Snow, then along with Lord and Lady Stark they made their journey to Blackhaven together.
He didn't know how to start, to tell her about Lord Beric's wedding ceremony. He hated Blackhaven...
TBC
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