Defyra woke to the sound of their chamber door opening. She glanced at Sandor, whose eyes were still shut, and quickly made sure they were both covered up to their necks by blankets by the time the maid came into view. She huddled against Sandor, watching silently.
The maid was an exotic-looking woman with dark hair who strutted into the room like she owned the place. They met eyes as the woman walked past the bed towards the table carrying a tray of food. She paused to acknowledge Defyra.
"Lord Tyrion sent me to bring you some food and see if you needed anything," said the maid in an accented voice. "It's past lunchtime."
"It is? Gods," Defyra laughed softly, glancing at Sandor's closed eyes. "You can leave it on the table. I appreciate it…"
"My name is Shae, my Lady." She crossed to the table and set the tray down. "Also, Prince Oberyn asked when to expect you to prepare to sail tomorrow."
"Thank you, Shae. Please tell them to give us an hour or two and we'll be ready to rejoin the living."
Shae gave a small curtsy and quite boldly ran her gaze over both Sandor and Defyra with a smirk before leaving.
Defyra settled back against Sandor with a smile after hearing the door close. His arm snaked around her and she turned her head to meet eyes with him.
"Only an hour or two?" He teased. He dipped his head and started kissing her neck. She gently combed her fingers into his hair, tilting her head back to give him better access.
"Or however long it takes for my husband to ravish me again," she purred. His lips traveled lower, lower, lower still. His hands started to follow...until a great gurgle arose from Defyra's belly, right beneath his lips.
A peal of laughter escaped her at the astonished expression on Sandor's face. He sat up, looking amused.
"I think you have a different kind of hunger to take care of now, love," said Sandor, rubbing her belly before rolling to get out of bed. "It's about time we dressed and ate something."
"Oh, hello," she purred, reclining on the bed and watching as he crossed the room naked to the cabinet that held his clothing and armor.
He turned, frowning to see her eyeing him so freely.
"Are you going to spend the rest of the day in bed?" He asked gruffly.
"I may have to." She winced as she threw the blankets off and scooted herself closer to the edge of the bed. "I am delightfully sore." That earned her a smirk as he pulled some trousers on.
"Request a cushion be put in all of your chairs. Or just don't sit down."
She giggled and then groaned as she jostled her tender region while getting out of bed.
"You did this to me." She aimed a pout at him. He paused, one arm in his tunic as he turned to look at her.
"Aye, and I'll make it even worse if you don't get some fucking clothes on."
She grinned at his gruffness before disappearing behind her changing screen. She emerged again a few moments later, dressed and brushing out her long hair. Sandor was already sitting at the table picking at his plate. He watched her with mirth in his eyes as she gingerly sat on her chair.
"You've got that new bride waddle," he teased. Defyra nearly choked on the chicken she had bitten into as she giggled.
"You did your duty a bit too well, dear." She smiled suggestively at him. His brow raised and she saw a flash of something primal in his eyes. He stood and crossed to her, placing a kiss atop her head.
"When my wife wakes me in the middle of the night wanting me to please her, I'd be daft to refuse," he said, a slight growl to his tone. She put an arm around his tall form as he stood above her, smirking up at him through her eyelashes. He abruptly backed away and started retreating for the door. "I'd best be off now before I take you again, right on top of your food." He was almost safely out the door before she called out.
"There's no shame in having something sweet after a meal."
He paused for a whole moment before turning his head over his shoulder.
"I'd prefer to have something sweet before bed tonight." They met eyes and he gave her a smoldering look before finally leaving.
Late afternoon tea was best described as a hen party. The ladies of the court gathered under a canopy in the gardens laughing behind their hands at the subject matter of their conversations.
Defyra sat near Grace, Bethany, Ellaria, and Lenore. There were four other ladies present as well, likely hoping to catch a tidbit to gossip about. She didn't let forth too much detail, but her happy demeanor piqued their curiosity.
"Two of the earliest risers I know, sleeping in until noon. What depravity!" Bethany joked.
"No depravity. He respected my well-being," said Defyra, smirking.
"He must've respected your well-being all night," teased Ellaria.
"He did. He respected my well-being quite generously." Defyra said. The ladies around her tried to not laugh too loud. "However, I'm sure he's yawning today with how much I kept him up last night appreciating his respect for my well-being." The ladies were lost in raucous laughter that drew a few stares from the garden visitors walking past.
"You're not hurting?" Asked Lady Lenore.
"I'm a bit sore, but that's all. Thought was given to carrying around a cushion for when I needed to sit down."
"See, didn't I tell you yesterday you'd be sore?" Bethany teased. Defyra swatted at her, laughing.
"He's so--perfect," she swooned. "All of him--perfect."
"Come on, Defyra, tell me...was he perfect?" Ellaria teased.
"So did you scream for the Gods?--I mean--so you were blessed by the Gods," said Grace. Another round of giggles consumed the table.
"Seriously, though, Lady Defyra," said Lady Lenore. "You are truly glowing. I sincerely wish you that happiness for years to come. And how many times did he make you-?"
"Enough times to start glowing!" Giggled Defyra.
"Any more and you'd be a beacon," said Grace.
"Good. Then she can guide our boat," teased Ellaria.
The conversation continued in the same manner for a few more minutes until Oberyn and Sandor came walking into view, Tyrion behind them.
There were giggles and many furtive glances Sandor's way. Sandor quickly glanced at the large gathering of ladies before he held Defyra's gaze, an eyebrow raised at her as she grinned innocently at him.
"I need to take you away for just a moment, love," he said to her.
"Didn't you take her enough last night?" quipped Bethany. Many ladies dipped their heads, their faces reddening as they tried to quell their laughter.
"Not nearly enough," said Sandor quietly with a hint of a smirk on his face, making some ladies around the table start swooning. Sandor smirked wider as Defyra winced as she stood up. Oberyn took the seat she vacated next to Ellaria, and he chuckled along with his paramour as they watched Defyra's telltale signs of adjusting the back of her skirts as she waddled off.
Defyra followed Sandor and Tyrion to a bench a little ways away from the gathering. She and Tyrion remained standing while Sandor sat to lessen the average height difference.
"Lady Clegane, I've already informed your husband about this and he advised me to talk with you as well. In short, my nephew, Prince Joffrey, is raising a royal stink about not having a sworn guard anymore. He wants Lord Clegane to train him in crossbow and sword skills until your Keep is built."
"I see no real problem with that if Sandor is willing," said Defyra. "It gives him something to do. It will just have to be halted when we travel of course."
"Then I will accept the Prince's offer," said Sandor. "But I will not go easy on him. He needs to build muscle and character."
"I agree!" Tyrion exclaimed. "Put the boy to work! Thank you both for your generosity. Perhaps my nephew will sulk less with the news."
"And thank you for your generosity earlier, Lord Tyrion. We appreciated the meal," said Defyra.
"No doubt you both were famished," replied Tyrion with a wink and a cheeky grin.
"She was," quipped Sandor. Tyrion let out a chuckle as Defyra blushed and swatted lightly at her husband.
They eventually made their way back to the group, Tyrion stopping between Lenore and Grace, a hand on both of their shoulders as he made small talk with them both.
Sandor and Defyra stayed standing as they listened to Ellaria and Bethany trade innuendos with one another in jest. Sandor's hand was at the small of Defyra's back, his thumb lazily caressing back and forth all the while. Though he did not look, he did not miss one of the four nameless ladies getting up and mysteriously vanishing after passing behind a pillar.
He frowned at this, but his attention was soon taken by Defyra starting a conversation and he let it go.
The journey to Dorne was a relaxing one, as it was just a long day's journey. Oberyn and Ellaria's ship was small but luxurious. The big sails gave good shade from the harsh sunlight as they sailed down the coastline.
There was much partaking in wine. Sandor shared a few laughs and jokes with Oberyn about various fighters from the last tourney while Defyra blushed and laughed with Ellaria as the other woman smirked while telling her tales and gossip.
An afternoon lie-down was had by all, although Sandor couldn't keep his hands off of her once they reached their private cabin. There wasn't much of a chance for a nap at all when his hands and lips kept finding all the right places, only pausing to remove their clothing little by little. She soon found herself naked astride him, letting the gentle rocking of the vessel guide the movement of her hips. She smiled lovingly at the rumble of pleasure that escaped him. His hands caressed her thighs and buttocks, hips rising to meet hers slowly. She bent down to kiss him and his hands eagerly found her breasts. Their sighs and moans were lost in one another's kisses. Sandor started thrusting steadily, bracing her in his arms as she moved her hips with his. Her moans escaped freely as her orgasm approached, then she heard the cheers and cackling from the next cabin over.
"Oh, Sandor," she embellished loudly, smirking at her own daring.
"You're getting so bold, my sweet red," he whispered against her lips. "You want them to hear?"
"They already did, my love. But I don't care who hears as long as you don't stop." She captured his lips passionately.
A glint flashed in his eyes and quite suddenly he had her flipped on her back and pinned beneath him as he entered her again swiftly. She gasped and called his name in passion as her arms held him close. His hips rolled vigorously until she wrapped her legs around him, body trembling as she gave in, a great cry echoing in the small cabin. His large hands slowly caressed the skin of her thighs as he kissed her softly, gently bringing her back down to earth. She released him from the grip of her legs and he rolled to lay spread-eagled beside her, his hands resting behind his head as he caught his breath, a lecherous smirk on his features. Defyra cuddled up to his side, her fingers gently exploring the hard lines of his chest. As her attention strayed lower, it was impossible to ignore his hardness sticking straight up in the air. She delicately ran her finger around the base, a deep rumble coming from him when she closed her hand gently around it. She leaned forward and kissed the tip lightly, enjoying the strangled noise he made. She placed feather-light kisses down the entire length, his breathing coming in rumbles. Her tongue darted out to lap at the head. She tasted a mix of her own juices and pure male essence that she even sensed when just kissing him. Slowly, her mouth lowered onto him and his hips bucked slightly.
"Where the fuck did you learn about all this?" He breathlessly asked, his expression in silent awe. She pulled up only long enough to answer.
"Ellaria talks a lot." He barely had time to process her answer before she was upon him again.
The next sounds heard through the cabin wall were Sandor's deep growls of satisfaction.
The newlyweds returned to the deck sometime later to recline and enjoy the cool evening breeze before they approached their destination. Defyra sat in Sandor's lap, and soon she was snoozing, her head tucked into the crook of his neck.
"Tired her out, I see," said Ellaria as she and Oberyn joined them. Sandor smirked proudly.
"She hasn't been getting much sleep lately," he said quietly.
"Such a mystery as to why," joked Oberyn. He sat in the chair next to Sandor and Ellaria sat cozily in Oberyn's lap. He smiled over at the younger couple. "I'm glad that you are the one to make her happy. I've watched her grow to be a proper and reserved Lady. You came along and helped break her barriers down. And she's helped you become a bit more…don't be offended, friend, but more fleshed out. There will be more to talk of Sandor Clegane than 'the Hound' or 'King's Dog'."
"The first order of talk is that your growl is quite vicious," purred Ellaria. Oberyn chuckled, his fingers combing her hair.
"Blame her for that," said Sandor, tilting his head at his wife.
"Mm?" Defyra's eyes slowly fluttered open. "What's that, love?"
"We're discussing how you're the one that got the Big Hound to growl," teased Ellaria.
"Of course I am," said Defyra, proudly grinning. Sandor kissed her temple, a rumble of amusement sounding from him. "Next I'll make him howl." Sandor's eyebrows rose in interest, which sparked more chuckles from the other couple.
"You've created a monster, Clegane."
"Aye, a greedy, insatiable one."
Dinner was to be a fancy affair. Ellaria gave them both Dornish outfits to wear, which they chose to accept due to the mild climate of Sunspear. Sandor wore a golden tunic that had a deep V that ended just a few inches above his navel. Defyra's dress had a similar deep V, yet the split was wide-set and showed a dangerous amount of cleavage when she first put it on. There were also slits in the sides that went up to mid-thigh. It seemed that Ellaria had upgraded her on revealing outfits. At least the last dress she got from Ellaria covered all the important bits! A light breeze would threaten to expose her to the whole Dornish court.
Defyra peeked from behind her partition and was relieved to see Sandor with his back to her rummaging in a cabinet. She wrapped her shift around her shoulders and tiptoed to the wardrobe to see if there was at least a chemise. She searched the shelves only to find a covering that Ellaria had called a halter top. She snatched it and hurried back across the room to put it on under her dress. Not much better in modesty, but better than having her assets on full display.
She stepped from behind her partition to see Sandor waiting in a chair. Their eyes raked over each other's outfits, smiles of approval aimed at one another.
"Shall we?" Defyra grinned, her eyes shamelessly admiring his muscles.
"Shall we go to bed?" Sandor stood and crossed to her, his arms slipping around her. Desire was reflected in his dark eyes, making her blush.
"Sandor!" Defyra chuckled, "They're expecting us for dinner." Her hands found his biceps, her fingers lightly tracing their definition as he nuzzled his face into her neck.
"I'd rather get a taste of you." His lips peppered kisses over her neck.
"You will, my love. After dinner." She licked her lips as his kisses dipped into her cleavage.
"During dinner."
Defyra smirked and gently pulled his head up. "I think they'd notice."
"Not if I'm subtle," said Sandor, straightening finally and guiding her to the door while still in his arms.
"Don't you dare, my love," laughed Defyra before opening the door to lead them out.
They found themselves amid a very attractive crowd of Dornish nobles in the Grand Hall. Some of the ladies had very revealing outfits and sparkling jewels to bring attention to the area. The men were all very built and tan and it seemed like nobody in the entire Hall had their torsos covered entirely.
Defyra smiled charmingly as she mingled with some of the other Ladies and their partners. Sandor stayed by her side, their arms subconsciously always in contact with one another. He exchanged brief words with those that congratulated him on the defeat of Gregor, while Defyra spoke with those she had met in her previous visits. The newlywed couple was introduced to Prince Doran and his son Trystane when they entered the Hall accompanied by Oberyn and Ellaria. Defyra greeted them and briefly reminisced like family. Doran was very impressed by Sandor and asked for his account of Gregor's defeat. Sandor spent quite some time talking to Doran, and by the time they were done, dinner was ready to be served.
Dinner itself was entertaining as the conversation around the Grand Table in the Hall was lively and full of good humor. Sandor and Defyra sat between Doran and Oberyn, and many eyes were upon them as they dined. Much of the company migrated to the gardens and patios outside as the evening went on and wine flowed freely. Doran led them to a patio, intent on getting to know about Sandor more. Defyra sat nearby, talking casually with Ellaria and Oberyn. She noticed quite a few women were walking past Sandor and gawking at him. A couple of ladies were so bold as to walk up to him and give him a flirtatious greeting. She watched Sandor curtly nod to them all and say a brief polite reply before returning to his conversation with Doran. She smiled softly as she watched him, feeling the most content she had been in such a long time.
"You look so grown, looking at your love like that," said Oberyn. "I remember the days when you would sit in the corner and look longingly at all the young Lords visiting court, and then look away shyly when they met your gaze." Defyra grinned at the memory.
"Our little redbird is a woman," said Ellaria wistfully. "I still can't believe it."
"Here I am, grown and married, visiting a place where I used to be so innocent," said Defyra, a small smirk growing.
"Dorne is the perfect place for you and your Big Hound to release your inhibitions," said Ellaria. "Enjoy each other here while you can, before you throw yourself into running an enterprise."
"I won't ever let work get in the way of that," said Defyra. "But I still appreciate the getaway." Sandor turned to the rest of the group after Doran was called over by another Lord.
"In the way of what?" asked Sandor.
"Enjoying you," said Defyra with a smirk.
"For fuck's sake, woman. You're going to run me ragged," said Sandor. She stuck her tongue out at him to his amusement.
"Get some sleep tonight and we'll give you a tour tomorrow morning of our favorite spots to unwind together," said Oberyn.
The two had slept soundly through the night, favoring catching up on much-needed sleep. Due to the mild weather, they both chose to sleep in the nude. Defyra found herself waking up that morning as something firm kept prodding itself against her backside. Sandor's arms were wrapped snug around her from behind, one of his hands cupping a breast possessively. She pushed her butt back against him and heard him groan. She bit her lip, taking hold of his free hand and guiding it between her legs in front of her. His fingers started caressing her, spreading her readiness until her hips were bucking against his hand. His hand withdrew only to be replaced by his stiff cock easing smoothly inside her. They moved together, passion and heavy breathing increasing by the minute. He groaned against her neck, feeling her tighten on him as he drove his hips into her generously.
The door opened unceremoniously and two maids entered without hesitation, quickly depositing trays of food and wine jugs upon the table in the middle of the room and turning to leave, only giving them fleeting glances before pulling the door shut behind them as they left.
Sandor and Defyra had frozen mid-action at the interruption, staring wide-eyed at the maids until they left, the sound of the door closing causing them to exchange bewildered looks.
"Did that just fucking happen?" Sandor whispered. Defyra found herself starting to wheeze with laughter at the ridiculousness of it all. Sandor, still hard inside her, shrugged it off and continued what he had started, her laughter quickly turning to gleeful moans of pleasure.
"I trust your morning was relaxing?" Oberyn asked when they met him and Ellaria in the main sitting area after breakfast.
"About that," said Sandor, frowning. "Do the maids normally barge in on people fucking?" Defyra couldn't suppress the loud peal of laughter that escaped her. She hid her red face in her hands. Ellaria raised an eyebrow at her, her expression amused.
"Love is freer here in Dorne," said Ellaria. "Lovemaking is as normal as breathing here. If the maids waited until people were done fucking to go in, everyone would starve." Ellaria leaned into Defyra with a smirk. "Don't worry, it happened to your parents as well."
"I don't need to know that!" Defyra squealed.
"It's time you see the real Dorne and what it has to offer, Defyra," said Ellaria. "Your parents came here to unwind and enjoy each other as well."
"Next time we'll give the maids a real show," whispered Sandor. Defyra blushed.
"The maids have seen a lot worse," said Oberyn. He shared a smirk with Ellaria.
"Everyone in this city is so horny," observed Defyra, witnessing a couple kissing and touching on the patio through a nearby window.
"Including you," quipped Sandor.
That afternoon, they spent the time visiting the spring they were shown on their first tour stop. They had the place to themselves. There was a bit of tree cover along the stream and waterfalls. A good-sized pool of clear water had accumulated under the falls, bordered by large boulders. They had stripped down to nothing in the sweltering heat and Defyra was resting her back against a boulder with her eyes closed as she lounged in the cool water lazily. Sandor was a few feet away in the deeper part of the water. He had grown bored of swimming laps and now had his eyes on her and was approaching closer like an alligator on the hunt.
She gave a great squeal as she looked over and saw him so close and so suddenly. He swam right between her legs, cool water sloshing over her as he braced his hands on the boulder behind her to kneel over her. He laughed genuinely as she blinked up at him looking like a drowned rat.
"Seven hells, that's cold!" She slid her arms around his shoulders to try and lift herself from the water. His arms wrapped around her, enjoying the feel of her body against his as he lifted her slightly. Her legs wrapped around his waist and held on as he carried her around in the shallow water.
"You get used to it after a while. But let's get you warm again." He set her on a flat slab of rock on the edge of the pool that was a little above waist height for him. He knelt and kissed her, softly pushing her back to recline against the rock. Their lips parted as she did, and she watched his face dip past her hips. A long moan sounded when his tongue generously lapped at her center. His hands held her legs open as his lips and tongue mercilessly performed sweet torture. Her back arched and she gave in completely, shuddering as she moaned his name like a mantra. Sandor resurfaced and pulled her hips forward, aligning them with his before smoothly thrusting into her. Defyra tilted her head back in pleasure, but she wasn't expecting to meet eyes with someone standing in the trees above the falls.
"Someone's watching," she hissed urgently. Sandor's gaze snapped to where she had been looking and sure enough, the person was still there. They moved along the tree line until he realized they weren't alone when another figure started walking alongside them. Sandor grabbed Defyra and swiftly walked them back to where their clothing was and he had a small dagger hidden in his trousers pocket. He helped Defyra cover herself as he pulled his trousers on with one hand. The two figures walked down to the edge of the boulders and he realized it was a young Dornish couple, a man and woman, slowly approaching. They were both dark-haired and dressed in silk robes as if they had walked straight out of their bedchamber without dressing first. The woman had been the one first caught watching them. They both offered twin smirks as they grew close enough to talk.
"Greetings and congratulations on your marriage," said the woman. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I'm Perla and this is my lover, Gael."
"You know who we are...but why are you here?" Sandor asked gruffly.
"Gael and I were at the dinner last night. We had the same idea you did, my Lord, to enjoy the swimming spring…we just got caught up in watching. You two look very good together." Her gaze ran down Sandor's form with interest in her gaze. Defyra frowned and shuffled closer to him.
"Us mainland Westerosi aren't quite used to having audiences like this," said Defyra. "We're still not used to the maids coming in and catching us."
"Oh, that," said Perla, her laugh sounding like bells ringing. "That's nothing. Imagine taking a late-night stroll in the water gardens and stumbling across an orgy."
Sandor looked back at Defyra to gauge her reaction. Her eyebrows were raised in a mix of shock and interest. She met his gaze, her cheeks still red.
"We sorry we interrupt," said Gael in a heavy accent. He looked apologetic. "You keep going, we leave?"
"You don't need to leave. The pool is large enough that we can have our separate space," said Defyra kindly. She glanced at Sandor. "You don't mind, do you, love?"
"If you don't mind, Sweet Red. Being watched is a big step up from being overheard." Her face flushed as she glanced between him and the couple.
"We will not bother you. We'll just stay on our side and watch if you don't mind," said Perla. She smiled. "You can watch us also."
"Do you watch others as well?" asked Defyra curiously.
"We do. Other couples expressing their love is a big turn-on for me. Gael likes that he gets to enjoy the spoils." Gael nodded and grinned enthusiastically.
Defyra looked up at Sandor again. He reached over and smoothed a thumb over a reddened cheek.
"If you want them gone, say the word," said Sandor quietly. Defyra nodded and caught Perla's gaze.
"Stay...we'll stay, too." She smiled shyly at the couple. Sandor's brows rose.
Perla smiled back. Gael reached for her robe and slowly pulled her into him, his lips caressing her neck. Sandor immediately turned his eyes respectfully to his wife, surprised to see her bashfully watching them. She turned and smirked up at Sandor.
"Would you like to continue where we left off?" She let her dress slip to the ground, revealing her full naked glory.
"You're fucking gorgeous, love." She smirked as she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of his trousers and pulled them down for him. He kicked them off and pulled her into his arms, kissing her long and slow. He started slowly guiding her backward into the water, wading back to the spot they had abandoned. He noticed her glancing back to where the couple was and glanced back himself to see they had both stripped and were sitting on a rock, gazing across the water at them.
"Pretend they're not there, love," he whispered as he lay her back down on the flat rock.
Her eyes met his and stayed upon him for the rest of the time. He was incredible. She watched his strong hands move over her skin with a feather-light touch, circling a nipple, running between the valley of her breasts. His lips followed the same path. She was soon dripping for him, her hips wiggling in her sweet discomfort. He pulled his hips away from the rock when she nearly wiggled her way off of it trying to grind on him. He let out a breathy chuckle as he scooted her back up.
"Patience, you greedy little minx," he hissed. Somehow, the words and his commanding whisper thrilled her even more. He started on her legs, propping them up against his chest for easy access. He started on her left one, kissing a trail headed from ankle to thigh. She desperately tried to wiggle again and squeaked when he slapped her left ass cheek lightly with his hand.
"It'll get harder the more you disobey."
"I sure hope so," giggled Defyra. He raised an eyebrow and smacked it harder to demonstrate. Her squeak ended in a laugh.
Sandor only had so much patience himself and ended up kneeling to dip his tongue into her warmth. She craned her head to look at him the best she could and accidentally made eye contact with the couple. Perla, to be exact since Gael's face was buried between her legs. She let her head fall back, feeling a tingling sensation in her belly from the sight, and the realization that that's what Sandor and Defyra looked like at that moment. Sandor's attentions drew a moan out of her. He hummed in approval and kissed up her body until they met lips. She kissed him deeper, fully turned on by their essences mingling on her tongue. Sandor took the chance to get up on the rock with her and enter her smoothly. She threw her head back with a cry as he mercilessly rolled his hips into her. She stared up in a haze of pleasure at the blue sky, holding on to Sandor as her life depended on it. They heard moans echoing from across the spring. It seemed any noise Perla made sounded melodic. Defyra suppressed her moans to hear a bit better.
"She's enjoying that," whispered Sandor into her ear. "Do I make you feel good like that?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"I'm not convinced," he continued, slowing down. She let out a whine.
"Sandor, please," she begged.
"Please what?"
"Do it harder."
"Do what harder?" He was thoroughly enjoying teasing her.
"Fuck me harder." She reached up and squeezed his bicep. "I'm so close. Fuck me, Sandor." He leaned down to kiss her.
"Such a vulgar mouth."
"All your fau--fuck!" Sandor thrust roughly, taking her off guard. He hummed in satisfaction at her reaction.
"You want me...to do it...like this?" He thrust his hips at the pauses, drawing loud moans from her.
"Yes! Just like that, my love," she held onto his waist as best as she could with sweat rolling off of them both. Neither of them lasted very long after that, Defyra arching her back with a loud moan while Sandor muffled his groans into her chest.
Defyra would have never thought in a million years that she'd be basking on a rock, naked, in front of strangers. She was reclined on her side, Sandor snuggled into her breasts as he dozed. Perla and Gael were on a rock a few feet away, Gael snoring behind Perla's back as she reclined on her side facing Defyra.
"You're both so passionate," Perla said. "My poor Gael is exhausted, as you can see."
"So is my Sandor," said Defyra, softly running her fingers through his hair as he slept. "I still can't quite believe we did this."
"Are you going to tell your friends when you get home?" Perla teased. Defyra blushed and she let out a small amused giggle. "Don't fret. Just watching is the tamest of kinks in Dorne. There are a lot more things like partner swapping and cuckolding."
"Oh...I don't think we'll be participating in any of that," said Defyra, frowning at the mere thought.
"No," said Sandor, sounding muffled from having his face pressed into her breast. The ladies stifled a laugh.
"It's about time that I go back home and check on my babies. I thank you again for being so generous to entertain us. It was a good afternoon break," said Perla, starting to rouse Gael.
"You have babies? How sweet," said Defyra.
"Twins. Happy accidents, but Gael is such a doting father to them. He's so good to us." Gael stood and bashfully dashed for their clothing onshore. He brought back Sandor and Defyra's as well. She nodded her thanks to him.
Perla and Gael dressed and then bid them farewell.
"When you're feeling kinky, call on us at the Cliffside wing of the palace," said Perla. "My husband is Prince Tristayne's personal guard."
Defyra wordlessly waved goodbye as they walked off, her brain still trying to comprehend Perla's last statement.
"Are they gone?" Sandor murmured.
"Yes," said Defyra. "I will never get used to Dornish relationships and sexual practices."
"Good. I'd rather you never get used to them."