Chapter 50
Samwell found Jon in the practice yard. Jon could tell that Sam was excited about something, he walked to him and Sam handed him a ledger. " What is this, Sam?"
"It is the latest supplies to arrive, how did they find out, I wonder?" The last arrival was a vast caravan of nothing but wagon after wagon of Dragon glass from Tyrion Lannister. There had also been a new blacksmith\armorer that had arrived with it, he seemed to know exactly what was needed of him.
According to Lord Tyrion, the shipment had come from Dragon Stone. Since Stannis had been defeated, there wasn't enough of a force to keep the island from being taken by the Lannister forces that were loyal to him and Jaime. They were led by Jaime's life long friend, Ser Addam Marbrand of Ashemark and Ser Davos Seaworth. The fortress had been taken rather easily and so had Shireen Baratheon, who was on her way to Dorne with Ser Davos. There would be further shipments of dragon glass. The young man was Gendry Waters, Robert Baratheon's bastard, but not everyone needed to know this. He and Tyrion had talked extensively
about what sort of weapons could be made or enhanced with the dragon glass and he would follow any and all orders from Jon.
To Sam and Jon, this was a gift from the old Gods. They took Gendry and all of them made their way to Maester Aemon. He listened to the information, a small smile played across his face. "Samwell, fetch us quill and parchment, let us begin this before Winter truly sets in. It won't be long now, I believe that you, Lord Snow, will be needed in the South. Yes, yes, I know the vows. It could very well be that the only vows we will have left are the ones we make to ourselves to stay alive."
The next many hours were spent discussing how the obsidian could and would be used. Gendry would teach the other smiths and those who wanted to help, how to cut and shape the stone then how to embed it in steel and enhance other weapons. He also had ideas on how to create armor that was studded with the obsidian. They finally left the Maester to his rest and headed to the new dining hall.
A few hours prior to the weddings, a small unit of Lannister soldiers arrived. Sandor and Jaime greeted them, Mathew led the soldiers to the barracks Genett barked orders for the horses to be tended to, which made Sandor grin, " That boy is earning his place," he thought. None of them had met Ser Davos, he having been loyal to Stannis, but they knew Shireen, although it had been many years since either had seen her, she wasn't a beauty by any means but she was a sweet young lady. Shalene quickly took over and made sure that both guests were made welcome and comfortable. She could tell that Sandor had doubts about Ser Davos, but it would wait until after the weddings. There would be plenty of time.
The seamstresses worked quickly, by the time Ser Davos came to her room to get her, Shireen had been transformed into a young woman. She had even allowed Shalene to fix her hair, pulling it artfully away from her face, flowers were braided into the locks, and her eyes sparkled. He couldn't have been more proud of her had she been his own daughter, in a way, she was now.
The ceremonies were to be performed outside, everyone was present. It seemed that the new Lord had more celebrations than anyone in Dorne, not that anyone was complaining. Much to Sandor's ire, Jaime Lannister was standing with him and Shalene. She could feel the tension rolling off of Sandor, Jaime tried to ignore it.
Shalene decided to give Sandor something to occupy his time and attention so she took Dexcian from his nurse and gave him to Sandor. The boy promptly grabbed his fathers long hair and Sandor couldn't help but focus on the child, love clearly in every action and touch he gave his son.
She then took K'Alenedor and gave her to Jaime, who was instantly on guard. He knew how protective Sandor was of his children. He also knew that Sandor probably didn't want him holding his daughter. He turned to give the baby back to Shalene but she ignored him. He then looked at Sandor, who was watching him, but not in anger. Jaime looked for the nurse or someone to hand the child to but when he looked down, she was watching him so intently, her eyes were like looking into his own, they were so vividly green. Her small hand reached for him, and he let her take his finger, which she promptly put into her mouth. He was so captivated by this beautiful, tiny girl, he felt such an over whelming need to protect her, to never allow any sadness into her life. He looked back up at Sandor in amazement and saw that same feeling behind those gray eyes. Jaime knew, that in that moment, somehow, he and The Hound had found a common ground.
The ceremonies were beautiful, Sandor was happy for the two couples, he watched Shalene, she never left his side. He didn't know if he would ever have the chance to have her as his wife, maybe if he just focused on now, that would come in time. She had come back to him, again. Even after everything. He knew he had to find some sort of balance where she was concerned, he would lose her forever if he couldn't control his jealousy. Three times he had chased her away, he was sure there wouldn't be another chance.
The feast was excellent, Shalene at his side, his family and friends around him. Hells, he didn't even mind the Lannister sitting next to Shalene. Everyone was dancing and smiling, he was at peace. He felt a small hand on his arm and looked to see the young Lady Shireen beside him. She said," Lord Clegane, I remember you from King's Landing. I want to thank you for allowing Ser Davos and me to stay here. I know my father caused many problems and many people to die. I also know that it was you who killed my father."
Sandor was stunned, he didn't know what to say to the girl. She quickly put his mind at ease when she said," I'm not angry with you. You were following orders in war. A war that my father could have stopped but chose not to. Even though I was his daughter, he never cared much for me, I wasn't a boy and I have this." She gestured to the patch of gray skin on her face. " I have watched you with you children. You made Lucian your son and Elezbeth your daughter. I wish my father would have loved me like that. All I have is Ser Davos now. He has always been good to me. He took me away from Dragonstone when the Lannister forces came, I knew he was with them. My Mother took poison so they wouldn't take her, I tried to tell her that they wouldn't hurt her, but she never listened to me. Thank you for not hurting Ser Davos, he's a good man."
She then leaned in and kissed Sandor's cheek. Before she could walk away, he said, " Lady Shireen. You always have a home here. You and Ser Davos. I won't let anyone hurt you." Jaime had heard what she said, he added, "Casterly Rock is yours as well, My Lady."
During the dancing, Sandor noticed that Shalene and Jaime were talking quietly. He felt his heart sink, but tried not to let himself become angry, it could be very innocent. She can talk to whomever she wants to.
He couldn't stop himself from placing his hand on her thigh, which she covered with her own. She turned to him, and smiled that dazzling smile that he loved so much, then pulled him down to her by his tunic and kissed him, easing away any doubts he had. She said," Excuse me for moment, I won't be long."
Sandor and Jaime both watched her walk away, Jaime said," I know you have every right to hate me, Clegane. But I truly have no desire to try to steal your woman away. She is a special person but she loves you."
Just as Sandor was about to reply, Shalene returned with a very beautiful woman. Sandor hadn't met her before but there were so many people here, he couldn't remember half of them. She was tall and graceful, tan, but not as dark as Shalene. She had long, thick chestnut hair, and Sandor thought her eyes looked like gold in the fire light. Her smile was just like Shalene's, it held secrets and promised seduction.
He couldn't help but notice her tits, large and firm. Hells, what was he thinking, he had a woman, can't fault a man for looking though. Shalene said, "Sandor, Jaime, this is Shara Dayne, from Starfall. Shara, this is Lord Jaime Lannister of Casterly Rock and Lord Sandor Clegane of Emerald Bay."
Both men openly appraised her and then greeted her. She looked them over, Sandor's immediate thought was, 'That's exactly how Shalene looked at me the first time I saw her, this might be interesting.'
Jaime, being his usual cocksure self, bowed to Shara and kissed her hand, his piercing green eyes never leaving her face. Sandor felt Shalene move to his side and hold his hand, his confidence soaring. He greeted Shara, "My Lady. Our home is yours." Looking at Jaime, he continued, " I suppose I can trust my OLD friend here, to show you around and entertain you."
Jaime grinned at Sandor, "I would be honored, do keep in mind though, Clegane, that I am but a few years older than you. I believe that puts us both on the far side of young. But, I do think we have held up well considering the many leagues and abuses we have put ourselves through, don't you? I have had no complaints about my ability to entertain and if the state we found your solar in, when we came for our scheduled meeting, that you missed, I might add, is any indication on your abilities, I would take it that you're not such an old dog either."
Sandor couldn't keep the wickedness out of his laugh, remembering his and Shalene's love making," Aye, Lion. You're right."
Shara sat beside Jaime and they were soon oblivious to those around them. Shalene sat on Sandor's lap, he tried hard to keep his Lordly pretense up, but Shalene's exploring hands and soft lips on his neck were making it very difficult. He glanced around and noted that it was later than he thought. All of the children were gone and there were several couples slipping away to darker parts of the yard.
He caught movement from the corner of his eye and turned in time to see Shara Dayne pulling Jaime from his chair down to marble floor of the dias and heard Shalene giggle as Jaime's tunic was thrown behind Shara. He couldn't help but grin as he thought about how wild Shalene could be. He had never been one for modesty, so it didn't, in the least, embarrass him as he watched Shara straddle Jaime's hips and and slowly lower herself, taking in his full length. He had to control the urge to answer when he heard Jaime gasp," Fuck, I can't believe what I've missed all these years!"
He felt Shalene moving against his own cock, and decided it was time for his own discoveries. He stood up, tossed Shalene across his shoulder, slapped her on her beautiful firm ass and headed for their rooms, Shalene's seductive laughter making him harder with every step.
Sansa and Bronn had quietly slipped away, walking hand in hand, they entered the suite of rooms that would now be theirs. It was a beautiful night, the only thing that would have made it perfect was to have her family by her side. She had the ones that loved her now, she had a husband she was in love with and was surrounded with sweet babies and children, it would be enough. She wouldn't allow sorrow to tarnish this night.
The tall doors and windows were open, allowing the cool breeze to cause the silken panels covering them to move lazily, it was like walking in a dream. The air was fragrant with flowers and citrus. She excused herself to change, feeling a mixture of fear, anticipation and doubt. She and Bronn had kissed and explored many times but he had never allowed it to go too far.
She knew he had been with more women than she could probably ever imagine, it didn't really bother her, she believed that once he had asked to marry her, he had been faithful to her. She just didn't want to disappoint him.
She had talked to Shalene and Shae enough times to know what was going to happen, she knew Bronn wouldn't hurt her, she just doubted her own abilities. She looked at the lacy things that Shalene had told her to wear, she had long ago gotten over the feelings of what her behavior should be, according to her Septa. She had been around her new family too long and watched them, to know that there was no need for the prudish things she was taught.
Bronn watched as Sansa walked away from him, he had never dreamed he would marry, yet here he was. Married to a beautiful young woman, feeling more happiness and contentment than he had ever felt in his entire life. He would do right by her, she was a sweet and honest young woman.
He watched as she entered the room, his heart skipped a beat. She looked like a maiden from the Seven Heavens! Her hair was loose and cascading down to the small of her back. Soft and shiny waves of curls the
color of autumn leaves, shimmered in the candlelight.
She wore dark blue, lace small clothes that hid nothing from his eyes. The corset she wore fit her body perfectly, pushing her firm breasts together, the dark blue lace and silk making the whiteness of her skin even more alluring. Her stockings were a few shades lighter than the blue of her corset, a perfect compliment to it as well as her skin. He couldn't get enough of looking at her. He knew she had no idea how seductive she
looked. Yes, that's it...an innocent seduction.
Sansa felt herself breathing more rapidly. She wondered if she had done something wrong because Bronn hadn't moved, then she heard Shalene's words," Watch his eyes, look at his lips, see how his body reacts, he can't control those things. Be confident. Know what you want. When you have a man speechless, you are in control."
Sansa watched him as she stood there, letting him drink in the vision of her. She did feel in control, it was a giddy feeling. She watched his eyes darken and as her eyes roamed over his chest, she saw that he was breathing as heavily as she was. Then she saw him lick his lower lip as he, in turn, looked her over. She let her instincts take over, just as Shalene and Shae had told her to.
She tilted her head back slightly as her hands traced up her body to her breasts, slowly teasing her nipples until they were hard and tingling. She didn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips. She also didn't stop herself from slowly rubbing her thighs together, needing to calm the sensation she felt, growing at her core.
In the back of her mind, she felt she shouldn't be acting like this but she closed her mind to that thought. Bronn was her husband, she could be anything to him she wanted to be. As her eyes moved lower, she let a smile cross her lips as she saw exactly what Shalene had said she would. She felt a small pang of fear, she didn't know if she would be able to take all of him. Were all men that big? Gods, Sandor was twice Bronn's
size, if a man's ...well, if a man's body was any indication of the size of his manhood, ...Oh, Gods, she couldn't think of Sandor like that!
Bronn walked slowly to Sansa, his first instinct was to rip that lace off and fuck her til she screamed but she wasn't a whore, she was his wife, this was their wedding night and she was a maiden. She deserved better than that, he would have many years to teach her the wanton side of herself, tonight would be a first for both of them.
As hard as it had been on him afterwards, he was glad that they had at least been able to touch and explore each other, to some extent, she wasn't frightened by his touch or nervous when his lips captured hers. This was familiar ground for both of them, and it seemed that knowing that tonight, they wouldn't have to stop, had both of them touching and tasting in ways they hadn't dared before, his experienced and sure as he found tender places to kiss that had him aching with need from her moans of pleasure, hers feather light and unpracticed but no less desirous.
Sansa was losing herself on the pleasurable haze surrounding her. She opened her eyes and met the dark gray eyes of her husband. Bronn was her husband now, it felt strange but not wrong. Nothing had ever felt so right to her before in her entire life. A small part of her mind clung to the words of her old Septa, but as she saw the love and desire in Bronn's eyes, she thought of how openly Shalene loved Sandor. She never hid behind pretense of rules. It never seemed wrong or scandalous. It was natural. She felt apart of herself awakening in that moment. She was safe, loved and free to be who she wanted to be. Her husband wouldn't find fault in her or any desires she had. She was silently glad, in a way, that Bronn was the man he was, he wouldn't hold her to any social decorum or demand that she at like a proper Lady in their marriage bed.
She stepped back from him, just one step, and said," I love, you, Bronn. I know you are used to women who know exactly how to please you. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, but I'm not afraid of you. I...I want to touch you, all of you, but I'll understand if you have needs you want to fulfill. I trust you...it's ...well, I want you to show me how to please you."
Bronn couldn't help but to smile at her innocence, especially when he could clearly see her blushing, evident even in the candlelight. He said," Look at me, Sansa. I am yours now, only yours. You are free to touch me any way you please. I want you to be comfortable with anything and everything we do. I'll show you what you want to know, I'll answer your questions, I'll touch you, tease you, love you, fuck you and have you screaming my name. I also have the distinct feeling that you will be doing the same to me."
He had to control the wicked smile that threatened to cross his lips as he watched her try not to look
shocked at his words. He also noticed how heavily she was breathing. He pulled her to him and gently kissed her lips. He felt her pull his tunic loose from his breeches and thought," There you go, Lass. Not so afraid after all."
Sansa couldn't remember pulling his tunic loose but when she saw the softness in her husband's eyes, she knew she wouldn't turn back. She pulled his tunic over his head and dropped it. She reached to his face and traced his strong jaw, his beard cut short and close to the skin, it fit him perfectly. She ran her fingers through his black hair, she noted again, at how Northern he looked. Strong, wild, fierce, black of hair and gray of eyes.
She was a tall woman, but he was taller still. She pulled him down to her and kissed him with a passion that she was sure was born of her wolf-blood. Bronn's totally accepting response to her behavior filled her with a renewed strength, new security in who and what she was.
Her kisses trailed to his neck, he was momentarily surprised when he felt her bite him, he couldn't help but smile and he made no attempt at all to control the moan her bravery created. Sansa pulled back a bit, enjoying the response she created. She tentatively put her hands on his shoulder, feeling how his muscles flexed under her touch and watched as Bronn closed his eyes and whispered," Yes, go on, Lass. Touch me, take your time."
Encouraged by Bronn's words, Sansa did just that, trailing her fingers slowly down his arms,enjoying the feel of his skin, the play of his muscles. She marveled at how perfect his body was sculpted. The only other man she had seen without a shirt was Sandor, when he trained in the yard at times. But even with only him to compare her husband to, she knew that Bronn was every bit as powerful even though he wasn't as large.
She traced the scars on his arms and chest, moving her hands across his chest, marveling at how soft his skin was. As her eyes followed the play of his muscles and moved down his body, her gaze lingered on his stomach, the only hair on his body started at his navel and trailed down into his breeches. She started to touch him there, her fingers trembling. Sansa looked up at her husband questioningly, Bronn winked at her and took her small hand in his rough, rather large one, and placed it on his stomach and moved it downward to where he knew her eyes had been," Don't be afraid, girl. Feel what you're doing to me," and her guided her hand over his cock, pushing against her hand, needing to ease his aching need, just a little.
He couldn't help but smile when he heard her gasp but also couldn't hold back the deep moan of pleasure as she moved her hand down the length of him. Sansa wanted more, she wanted to see her husband naked, she unlaced his breeches and slid her hands around his waist, easing her fingers under the leather and easing it down.
Bronn watched her lick her bottom lip as she pushed his breeches off his hips, freeing his cock. He was glad she wasn't timid and frightened, her curiosity surprised him a bit. He kicked his boots off and stepped out of his breeches, he had to admit that her blatant, open observation of him was making his cock ache with need.
He was again amused, Hells, he had enjoyed too many women to ever remember but he couldn't recall one that had made him want them as he wanted his little wife. He reached out and pulled the lacing of her corset,
slowly loosening it until it slid below her breasts, Sansa wiggled it over her hips and let it fall to the floor.
Bronn knew she had no idea how utterly provocative she moved when she did that. He led her to their bed, stretching himself over her, resting himself on his forearms, he captured her sweet lips, kissing her deeply, losing himself in her scent, the softness of her lips, the feel of her hands moving over his body.
Sansa gently bit his lower lip, teasing it, tasting him, wanting more. Her fingers laced through his hair, pulling him to her as she arched her body up to him, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, to her chest. She felt an aching fire growing inside her as felt him take a nipple into his mouth and suckle on it, teasing it with his tongue and teeth.
Her moans of sheer pleasure echoed in the room when he moved to the other one, expertly pushing her higher into a bliss she had never imagined. She heard a ripping sound before it dawned on her that Bronn had torn her lace small clothes off of her. She was lost in a new sensation as she felt Bronn lower himself to her, and slowly, move his hips against hers. He was so gentle it was almost a caress. Her hands instinctively moved to his lower back, pulling him to her as she pulled her knees up, wrapping them around his hips. Sansa was lost in what her body was feeling, she heard Bronn telling her," Yes, like that."
He was talking to her, whispering so many things but her body was spiraling towards something...what did she need? She moved in rhythm with Bronn as his movements became more insistent. She pressed her head back into the pillow and cried," Bronn, please! I need you..I need...Oh Gods! What do I need, I want to feel all of you, please!"
Bronn kissed her softly and said," Sansa, My sweet. This will hurt you at first but I swear to you, it will only be the one time. I'll go slowly to ease your pain as much as I can." As he eased his cock gently into her, he felt her body tense, he knew she was scared, he stopped his movement, kissing her and whispering words that only lovers share, until her felt her relax. He began to move again and was surprised when Sansa pulled his hips to her and arched up to him, taking him all in that instant.
With his cock buried fully and deeply inside his wife, he felt her body trembling, he knew she was hurting and
as he looked into her eyes, he watched a tear escape and roll down her cheek. He kissed it away, his voice was strained from the effort he was making to not move and to not give in and fuck her like he used to do the whores he bought. " Girl, why did you do that, I was trying to let you get used to me, I'm sorry."
Sansa was hurting, but it had already began to fade, replaced by the sensation of being so close to Bronn and so utterly and completely filled by him. She said, with a breathless giggle" You were going to slow, My Love."
Their eyes never looked away from each other as he began to move inside her. Sansa raised her knees higher and wrapped her long legs around Bronn's waist, trying to match his rhythm, not totally succeeding but it didn't matter as they were both lost in each other.
Bronn could feel the changes in her body, her moans and cries were pushing closer to that sweet ecstasy that always came at the end of this dance that lovers had moved in since time beginning. His thrusts were deep and hard, pushing her, needing to see her in the moment of her first pleasure, knowing that he was the only man to do this and would be the only one who ever made her feel like this.
Her nails raked up his back to his shoulders as he felt her release. She thrust her hips up him and threw her head back crying his name between moans of sheer pleasure. He held back no more as he felt the muscles of his stomach clench and his body shudder. His own deep growls of pleasure accompanied her screams with the last few uncontrollable, savage thrusts as he spent himself as deeply in his wife as he could get.
He opened his eyes and met Sansa's beautiful blue gaze, sweat covered both their bodies, hearts pounding, breath ragged, and for a moment, they both just looked at each other, then Sansa started to laugh and Bronn couldn't help but join her. He moved to lay beside her, both of them laying facing each other. He said," I hope it wasn't my love making that you're laughing at. I got the distinct impression from your moans and screams, that I was doing something to please you."
Sansa knew she was blushing, but she couldn't help it, " No, I was just thinking about what my Septa told me. That is was my duty to please my husband and that I should just lay still and let him take his husbandly rights. I don't know how you could just lie still and do nothing, that was...it..Bronn, does it always feel like that? I mean, does it always feel that wonderful?"
Bronn kissed her and said," Aye, sweet girl. It should always feel good to you. You have as much right to get pleasure from making love as I do. Never be afraid of me. Don't be shy about what you want or what you're curious about. I will not think you wanton or whatever it is that your bloody septa told you that you would be if you enjoyed yourself. What you and I do here, in our bedchamber, is only between us. I will never turn you away, I welcome your touch anytime."
Sansa kissed him softly and turned so that her back was against his chest, Bronn pulled her to him, holding her tightly as the drifted to sleep, both of them marveling at how perfectly they fit together.
