The long awaited consummation. Here's hoping it was worth the wait.

Sandor:

Fucking hells. You shouldn't let her start this, dog. She still needs time. These thoughts permeated his thinking when Sansa had been divesting them of their clothes. Then she had whispered, "make me yours," and he knew he could not dissuade her this time. She'll get her way, and you'll love every minute of it. Just try to be gentle with her, dog!

"Are you sure, Little Bird?" When did your hand get down to her cunt? Sandor realized he was running his hands up his Little Bird's thighs as he asked this question, his fingers finding her nub and rubbing her there, slowly and gently.

She spread her legs wide for him and cried out, "Yes, I'm sure. I want you so badly, my love. You're the only one I'll ever want. Love me and make me yours. I need you, please! Just don't stop!"

Fuck! More perfect words could not have come out of her mouth. And she was so beautiful, so alluring. She was spread out for him, flushed already with her passion, and clinging to him desperately. How could you ever deny this, dog?

"Fuck, Sansa. I can't stop. I won't. I'm yours, Little Bird, and you're all mine." He rubbed her harder then, and faster. He was panting. This is happening. Don't hold back, make her yours, dog!

Hearing Sandor accept her this time was thrilling. Finally, finally! He's all I want. I don't ever want to be parted from him. And I want to feel all these things with him. He can fight away the emptiness. He can complete me. He already does.

Sandor leaned down to kiss Sansa sweetly. She felt him put his hand back to her woman's place, but, this time, instead of rubbing the nub, she felt one long finger part her wet folds. Slowly, he drew his head back and stared into her eyes as he pushed one finger inside her. She stared back at him as she felt the finger delve deep until she felt a kind of pinch. She clutched her legs around his arm then, stilling him. He bent back down and kissed her.

"You're mine, Little Bird. And I love you."

He stared at his Little Bird as he sunk his middle finger up her cunt. His finger was long and he knew that he could break her maiden's veil with it. This was her decision and he was consumed by it. Slowly, he felt her wet warmth envelope his finger. She was impossibly tight, even around just one finger. It would be hard for her to take his cock, but he would get her ready, and she would do it for him. He felt her maidenhead and thought briefly that he should stop. Being older than her, he knew better than she did what this would mean, but her words got to him. Bugger me, she loves me, she wants to be mine, stupid Little Bird. How can I give that up? I can't. Stupid to think I ever could.

Getting over his inner turmoil, he gave himself to his desire and her's and broke through her maidenhead. She stiffened beneath him and he leaned down to kiss her lips. He told her the truth then: she was his and he loved her. He had told her before, but this time was so much more raw and real. I hope she never regrets this. I hope I never give her reason to.

He gave her a minute and felt her legs loosen around his arm. He slowly drew his finger out and then slowly pushed it back in. She moaned quietly. He started pumping her gently with his one finger, letting his hand get soaked with her juices. Looking down he could see her arousal and traces of her maiden's blood moistening his hand. He couldn't bring himself to feel sad at that. He didn't ruin her. He loved her. She was his. This was beautiful, and it was right. Sentimental old fool.

He smoothly added a second finger and felt her stiffen. She could take it, though, and would have to take more before he could fuck her. Make love, stupid dog, get it straight! He pushed his fingers in with a little more power and she cried out. He stilled his hand.

"Again," she said in a quietly awed voice.

He pushed in again, his fingers in as deep as they could go and the rest of his hand slamming up against her cunt.

"Yes," she cried. Bugger me, the Little Bird, likes it hard. Sandor couldn't deny how much he liked that thought. He was a hard man, after all. He was used to fucking hard, he liked fucking hard. He had worried he would not be able to be even a little bit gentle. You could never hurt her, stupid dog. She would make you gentle without you having to try. He wanted to be good to his Little Bird and gentle with her, but, still, if she could learn to like it hard, he would be thrilled.

Eager to test her limits and feeling himself spiraling dangerously out of control, Sandor added a third finger into Sansa's cunt. His cock was thicker than his three fingers inside her, and he wanted her to be ready for him. She gave an arousingly helpless whimper and he stilled his hand.

"Is this ok, Little Bird? I need to get you ready before I can make love to you. If you still want me to, that is." Please, please, please, please!

"I'm ok, Sandor. It is just a lot. Intense. But I like it. Please don't stop, don't ever stop, my love!" She was begging. Fuck me, she really is fucking perfect.

"I love you girl," Sandor grunted as he thrust his three fingers back up.

Sansa gave an exquisite cry and Sandor thrust again. He was painfully hard and wanted to bury himself inside her. He didn't think he could wait much longer. He let loose and fucked her with his fingers, rougher than he had wanted to be with her, but unable to stop himself, and hoping she would stop him if she needed to.

Instead of thinking about it, Sandor let himself get lost in the feel of her body and the pleasure it was giving him. Aye, and the pleasure you give her. Taste her, dog, you want to taste her again. So, Sandor brought his mouth down to Sansa's nub, while his fingers were buried inside her. He sucked and licked while he moved his fingers, feeling Sansa starting to clench around them. Yes, fuck yes!

With three of Sandor's fingers inside her, Sansa felt like she was going to burst. He had said he needed to get her ready, so she tried to accept them into her body and relax. Sansa knew what his manhood was like, so she knew it would not be easy for her to take him, especially the first time. She was a little worried. She wanted to show him how much she loved him. She wanted this with him, more than anything. She wanted to give everything to him. But how would that fit inside her? What would happen if it didn't? She couldn't bear the thought.

She trusted him, though. He had never given him reason not to, especially since saving her from King's Landing. Especially when it came to awakening her body. He has made everything else feel good. Better than good. This will be no different.

She felt him thrust up roughly and hard with his three fingers. She clenched around them. Gods that hurt a little, but it felt good, too. He started moving his three fingers faster and harder each time. Then he lowered his face to her woman's place started to suck and lick her nub while he worked her with his fingers. All Sansa could do was hold on and feel, her mouth open in a silent scream. The only thought in her head was yes, please!

Sandor was grunting against her cunt with his effort and Sansa felt herself coming closer to her peak. After a few more minutes Sandor rasped desperately, "Come for me, Little Bird. Let go and come for me."

It was her undoing. She came on command. Who is the dog here? She thought to herself, laughing at her own wit in her post-orgasmic haze. This orgasm was so much more intense than her others. Didn't think that was even possible. Gods, he is amazing. This is amazing. She felt like liquid, boneless, molding into Sandor's strong body. I love him.

Sandor kissed back up her body, slowly. He lingered at each breast, marking them lazily, as he continued to make his way up to her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, and that realization had her burning with pleasure and desire. She felt his manhood, hot and hard brushing against her inner thigh. She wanted him so badly.

"Was that alright, Little Bird? Did I hurt you?" Sandor had stopped kissing her and was looking into her eyes, searching deeply there.

"No, Sandor, you didn't hurt me. That was incredible. Everything you do to me is incredible. Gods, I love you!" She surged back up to his lips and kissed him hard.

He growled into her mouth as her body pressed into him.

"I want this so badly, Little Bird. I've wanted you for so long. I don't know if I can control myself the way I want to, once I get going. If I do something that hurts you, you need to tell me, Little Bird. Promise me," he was begging her, as he parted her thighs again, this time settling himself in between them.

Sansa could feel the heat from his cock before it nudged against her entrance. There was nervousness, but Sansa couldn't care about it. This was everything she wanted.

"I promise, love. I know what this is, Sandor. I know it might hurt this time. But I don't care. I want to be yours. I want you to make me yours. I trust you."

Perfect bird. You don't fucking deserve her, he thought to himself. There was nothing to be done about it, though. Her decision had been made, and he couldn't stop himself now, even if she wanted him to.

Hearing her pleas, Sandor groaned and kissed her passionately. He needed to watch her face as he entered her, though, so he pulled back and rubbed his cock over her cunt, spreading wetness. He took her hands into one of his and held them above her head. His other hand held his cock and he placed it at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself inside her body. She stiffened under him immediately and struggled a little against his hold.

"It's ok Little Bird, it's ok," he kept repeating as he slowly continued to push himself inside. She was whimpering under him, not breaking eye contact, but not asking him to stop either. He loved her for that.

When he finally pushed himself fully inside Sansa's body, he saw that his poor Little Bird had tears in her eyes and a few sliding down her cheeks, silently. He stopped his movement, still deep inside her, and kissed them away.

"You're doing so well, Little Bird," he told her.

She smiled up at him, shakily, then, and leaned up slightly to kiss his lips. Sandor groaned into her mouth as he felt her movement vibrate through his cock. This feels fucking amazing. It has never felt this good before! Sandor had always fucked whores, not innocent maidens. He had never experienced this much tightness pulling at his cock. He was so much closer to his orgasm than he wanted to be. Hold the fuck on, dog. Make this one last! You only get this once!

Sandor swiveled his hips a little, which drew gasps from Sansa.

"Fuck, Little Bird, you're so tight. It feels so fucking good. I love it. I love you."

He swiveled his hips again.

"It's ok. Tell me it's ok Little Bird, please!"

"I'm ok, it's ok," she panted in reply. It didn't sound like a lie. Like you could fucking tell right now, dog. Sandor couldn't think straight or hold on to a coherent thought for very long. Tight, wet, warm, MINE, these thoughts were repeating over and over, as Sandor started to pull his cock out, slowly.

"You feel so amazing. We fit together so perfectly, Sansa. Fuck." He pulled out almost all the way before he sunk himself back in as deep as possible, moving as slowly as he could. He was shaking from trying to control himself. His body screamed to pound into this girl, and he wanted to, but he looked down into his Little Bird's face and he was calmed. Be good to her, dog.

So he kept moving slowly, and gently, pulling out and pushing in with even strokes, watching her face as he moved. Sansa looked perfect with her blush staining her cheeks and her neck and her chest. Her breasts bounced each time he pushed back into her. She would sigh slightly as he pulled out only to moan when he pushed himself in again. He couldn't help himself from bringing his lips to hers and crushing them there, powerfully, getting his intensity out that way, for now.

He let go of her hands and they gripped his back. Her little nails were scratching down him but she was pulling him into her with each of his thrusts. Fucking hells! He leaned his head down and started kissing down her throat, sucking at her pulse point and making her squirm. He kept kissing down until he found a nipple. He sucked it and pulled at it with his teeth and growled. Sansa was moaning and sighing and repeating his name, over and over. Gonna lose it, dog. Don't lose it. Sandor wanted nothing more than to lose himself inside his Little Bird and take her the way he was used to. He had to control every movement, but he wanted to let go.

He pulled her legs open more as he kept kissing around her body. He took her legs and settled her ankles around his hips while he continued to fuck her slowly. She groaned his name desperately then, as his angle changed slightly. He reacted without thinking and slammed himself back into her, harder than he had before. Gods, be gentle, he thought as he heard his Little Bird cry out under him.

Then she looked up into his eyes while her little hands gripped him harder and she smiled slightly while she said, "Again, Sandor. More." Bugger me.

It had hurt when he entered her. How could it not? Sandor was so big and she was so small. But the burn lessened with each roll and thrust of his hips. He was being so gentle and slow with her too, and looking at her like she was the most important thing in the world. I love the way he looks at me. I love the way he talks to me. I love the way he makes me feel. I love everything about him.

Sansa decided she really liked this. She liked feeling Sandor's weight on top of her this way. She liked their bodies sliding together, wet from sweat and arousal. She liked the look on his face and the way his mouth couldn't seem to close while he fucked her. How his eyes couldn't stop running all over her body. How they were so close to each other.

She loved feeling his length inside her. She was full in a way she had never dreamed she could be. It was overwhelming, having someone inside her, but it was the man she loved, so it was wonderful. The drag and push of his manhood was electrifying, and so different from how his mouth had felt on her, or even his fingers inside her. She felt completed this way, and she loved it.

Still, Sansa could tell that Sandor wanted more. He was trembling on top of her, and was so clearly concentrated on doing this well for her. She loved him for that, but she wanted him to feel good, too. She wanted to be as perfect for him as he said she was. So when the painful burned had lessened as much as it was like to, and Sandor lost himself for a moment and thrust himself inside her harder than he had before, Sansa took the opportunity to spur him on. She could take more from him. She wasn't made of glass, she wouldn't break. And that one thrust had just felt so incredible. There was still a slight sting, yes, but the feeling was so overpowering and intense, she couldn't help but ask him for more.

He groaned, helplessly and kissed her lips again, hard, his tongue possessive in her mouth. His teethed nipped at her lips when he pulled his hips back and then slammed back in, almost brutally. The "uh" that escaped his throat, then, was a sound Sansa decided she wanted to hear him make as much as possible. It sounded desperate and needy and she loved seeing that side of him, since she experienced it so rarely.

He did it again. And again. Gods, so much.

"Sandor, this is amazing. I love, uh, you, Gods!" She couldn't help but cry out as he sped his movements, hitting hard and deep each time he thrust in. Sansa could do nothing else but moan, groan, all but scream, and hold on to him as he kept fucking her. "Yes, yes, yes, Sandor, harder, please!"

Sandor couldn't believe he was fucking his Little Bird. He couldn't believe the speed and the depth and the power he was using behind his thrusts now, and how the Little Bird seemed to love it. She was always too fucking perfect for you, dog. What made you think she wouldn't be in this? He wasn't going as hard as he could-as hard as he wanted to-but she was begging for more. Seven hells!

"You want more, Little Bird? Does this feel good? You need more?" He couldn't stop himself from talking. He had no real control of the words coming out of his mouth, but he couldn't stop them. "I can give you more, love, as much as you can take."

He pulled her legs up higher on his back then, wanting so badly to throw them over his shoulders and fuck her that way. Can't handle that yet. Don't. He slammed his cock back into her cunt harder than ever and heard her cry out so beautifully.

"Fuck, Little Bird, do you like that? Tell me how it feels."

"Yes, yes! This feels so good. You feel so good this way. I love it!"

"Gods, me too, Sansa. You're so fucking wet for me, Little Bird, and so fucking tight. I could do this forever and it wouldn't be enough."

"So big, so much, Sandor, oh!" He kept slamming himself inside her, feeling himself too close to his peak.

He growled again and sucked and bit at her breasts, his hands grabbing at her hair, clutching mindlessly.

"Mine, mine, tell me you're mine, Little Bird!" He was panting against her breast.

"Only yours, love!" Her voice was strained and broken up by each snap of his hips.

Too fucking much, too fucking good, he never wanted this to stop. So he stopped thrusting and started swiveling his hips, making wide circles as he felt his stomach hitting her nub. He stilled himself completely, then, balls deep, and brought his hand down to her nub and started to rub it. He needed to regain some control. All he wanted was to pull out of her, flip her around, and fuck her into the mattress from behind. Aye, like the dog you are. It was his favorite way to fuck, and even though his Little Bird was no whore, it was something he wanted to do with her. You have the rest of your bloody life, dog, save some things for later.

Sansa was muttering wordlessly beneath him as he rubbed her and he was having trouble staying still. So fuck her, dog! He just didn't want this to end. But then, Sansa started moving. She had squirmed beneath his attentions before, but now she was thrusting herself onto him, as much as she could with him pinning her down. She was lost in her pleasure, and he could feel her walls starting to clench around his cock. Seven buggering hells! She'll come for you! Sandor did not think he could help her find her pleasure the first time he fucked her. He had convinced himself that she would be in too much pain to enjoy it. But here she was, writhing beneath him and chasing her peak while he watched her. Bugger that, I'll give it to her myself. She can fucking relax and take it...or beg for it. Evil dog.

So he lowered himself more on top of her, making it almost impossible to move. She whimpered and begged him, "please." He brought his lips close to her ear and whispered to her.

"Close, are you, Little Bird? Do you want to come?" he was growling in her ear.

"Yes, yes, gods, I'm so close!"

"How do you want to come, girl? What do you want me to do to you? Do you want me to fuck you over the edge?" his voice was hoarse and low. Dirty fucking dog.

"Please, please," she was panting, her eyes closed, her hips gyrating into his own.

"Tell me Little Bird. I want to hear you say it."

She opened her eyes then, looking slightly scandalized. Silly Little Bird.

"I'll make you come, Little Bird, just tell me how." He stoically kept his hips still while he teased her. He wanted to hear her say it and give herself over to it.

"Gods, Sandor, please, please fuck me!"

"Yes," he groaned. He kissed her, hard, and then pulled himself up to his knees, bringing her hips with him. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide, holding her hips level to his cock, her knees bent and her ankles still gripping his back. He listened to the sound of his flesh slapping on hers as he pumped himself into her wildly, again and again. His cock was throbbing and he felt her inner walls clench more. She's so close. I want to feel this.

"Come on, Little Bird, I want to feel you come with my cock inside you. Give it to me, Little Bird, come on!" He was thrusting with so much force now he had to grip her thighs to stop her from sliding into the wall at the top of the bed. He was pulling her closer to him each time he pumped into her, cries loud and desperate. He couldn't stop himself and his pace on her was merciless now. He knew he was too close to stop; knew he would lose himself soon.

The thought that he should pull out of her and come on her stomach crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. He had not spilled his seed inside a woman since his first whore when he was just a boy, and he did not want to get Sansa with child...so soon. But the thought of his Little Bird big with his child was appealing (more than it should be, dog), and the thought of pulling out of her like she was just another whore was appalling. As he felt his balls draw up he realized he couldn't have pulled away from her even if he wanted to.

He was past the point of no return when he begged her again.

"Please Sansa, I can't stop, I'm coming. I need to feel it, come with me!"

He felt his seed rushing up as he finally felt his Little Bird fully coming around his cock. Her body was pulsing and he felt it gripping him even tighter, all but milking the come out his body. He finished with a triumphant yell, spilling himself as deep inside his Little Bird as he could get. Fuck. That feeling is one you won't ever give up, dog. Bloody perfect. He had forgotten what it felt like to finish inside a woman. He didn't think he'd ever be able to pull out of Sansa. Hopefully, she'll never want you to.

He all but collapsed next to his Little Bird and left his softening cock inside her. It would slip out soon enough and he did not want to feel any distance between them yet. He pulled her closer in his arms.

"I love you, Little Bird. I can't believe you're mine," he sighed, kissing the top of her sweaty head.

Sansa couldn't believe the intensity of her peak. Sandor had started pounding into her impossibly fast and hard, but she didn't care about the ache she felt, she was too close to the edge. And then he begged her to come and she couldn't help herself. She felt her body spasm and clutch his manhood inside her. It was a much different kind of orgasm than any she'd experienced, and she loved it. Then she felt the warm wetness that could only be Sandor's seed filling her. She could still feel it now, as she lay with her head against his chest. She could feel it drip onto her thighs and pushed her legs together more. She winced, feeling a tenderness in her woman's place from Sandor's use of it. It didn't matter, though. She could be sore for days but she wouldn't care, not if Sandor kept giving her that.

"I love you too, Sandor. And I am yours. Just as you are mine."

Sandor woke up in a warm bed, thankful that there was a naked Little Bird in his arms. He looked her over, and couldn't decide if he wanted to smack himself or pat himself on the back.

Her hair was a mess-tangled and knotted in different places. She was covered in bruises from the way his hands had clutched at her body. He had marked both her breasts and different spots on her neck while he fucked her. Don't really remember doing that. His eyes scanning down her body showed more bruises on her waist and inner thighs, perfectly shaped to his fingers. Delicate Little Bird. He saw traces of blood and come on her thighs and on his cock, which, of course, was hard. This buggering thing never gets tired around you, Little Bird.

Wickedly, Sandor's mind thought back to the things they had done last night, and how hard he was already able to fuck her. He thought now about how many things he would still do with her-to her. Sick dog. He thought of taking her from behind. Thought of her riding him while he watched her. Thought of pressing her against a wall and fucking her up it. Thought of fucking her in a lake or stream while they bathed, with water splashing wildly around them. Gods, dog, you're going to need to do something with your time other than fuck your poor Little Bird. Work maybe. Sleep. Eat... Bugger that. Just stay in bed with the girl. He wanted to.

Right now he was thinking he should wake her up by entering her. He wondered if she would be wet enough for him. He wondered how sore she was from the way he fucked her last night. Probably really fucking sore. You should have ignored her and stayed gentle with her. He snorted out a laugh at himself. As if you could have, stupid brute. Anyway, maybe it'll be nicer to wake her up while fucking her, she might not have time to notice the pain...

Sansa's legs were parted enough for him to slip in. Not that she wouldn't wake up quickly, but he could already be buried inside her by the time she did. Just do it, dog! You know you want to. She won't mind...I don't think.

Sandor couldn't help it. He was a slave to his cock and his cock wanted in his Little Bird's cunt. Now. So, Sandor spit in his hand to wet his cock. Sansa's legs were already parted, one of her legs resting over Sandor's, so he didn't have to move much before he was at her entrance. He started to push in, surprised that she was wet. Not as wet as she normally was for him, but wet enough for his purposes.

He couldn't stop the loud groan that slid from his lips as Sansa's body accepted him all the way. He loved how deeply she could take him. She really was made for you, dog. He had started dragging himself out when Sansa's eyes popped open and she shifted under him with a gasp.

"S-Sandor!"

"I'm sorry, Sansa, I just had to," he replied, helplessly, as he pushed himself back in, losing himself in the sensation of her tight, wetness throbbing around him.

"Sandor," she was whimpering, but not with pleasure. "Wait, please, stop."

Fuck me. He looked at her guiltily, stilling his hips but not withdrawing from her body.

"Are you hurting, Little Bird?" He already knew the answer.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so...it's...I'm sore." She struggled to describe the feeling. She was aching in ways she did not know she could, in places she did not know she had. He was stretching her so much and her body was not as accepting this morning as it had been last night.

"It's ok, Sansa. Normal. I was too rough with you, girl. I tried to be gentle with you, too. I'm just a big fucking brute, no matter what I want to be," he sighed as he started pulling out of her.

Tiny arms wrapped around his back, though, and stopped him.

"Wait," she said.

Sansa woke up with a searing pain in between her legs. It took her a second to open her eyes and realize what was happening. Sandor had entered her and was slowly moving within her. But it was not like last night. Today, it hurt. She was tender and aching. Having him inside her magnified that pain, especially when he thrust in. She couldn't stand it, and stopped him.

When he sighed and started to pull out, though, she found herself stopping him. I want to make him happy. I want this to get easier. Having him stop will not make it easier the second time. I need to get used to this. You felt so good with him last night, he can get you there again. Just try to take it slowly.

So Sansa stopped him.

"Can you touch me, Sandor? It hurts to have you inside me, but it might feel better if you touch me." She was panting and whimpering as she asked him.

"Fucking hells, Little Bird. You don't need to do that. We don't have to." He tried to pull out again, but she held onto him tightly.

"No. Please. Just try it. Please, my love." Bugger me, I can't say no. Don't want to.

Sandor shifted so his weight was on his left arm, then brought his right hand down to where they were joined. He started gently, rubbing her nub. He couldn't stop himself from feeling around, though, feeling how her folds were stretched around his cock. Fuck me. She was so tight.

He returned to her nub, rubbing it faster as he felt her grow wetter around his cock.

"That's it, Little Bird, that's it. Does that feel good, girl?"

"Better, yes."

He started to pull himself out again, only to get stopped a third time.

"I thought you weren't going to do that?" she asked.

"Let me out, Little Bird, and I promise it won't be for long."

His cock sprang free of his Little Bird and he was happy to see she was not bleeding again, at least. Not yet, dog. Sandor thought he might like to suck her nub into his mouth and have her come that way, but then he remembered his seed that dried on her cunt and thought differently. Fingers. Use your hands.

Shifting his fingers, Sandor penetrated his Little Bird with two fingers while his thumb kept pressure on her nub. She gasped as he did it but did not need time to adjust, his fingers were smaller than his cock, after all.

He started slow, but deep and hard. She was much wetter now, and got wetter each time he thrust his fingers up into her. He looked down her body and watched his hand, fingers disappearing and reappearing, wet with her arousal. He had never really appreciated until now how remarkable women were when it came to fucking. They take us inside them. What the fuck must that even be like? Don't know how they do it, but, bugger me it is amazing.

He kept watching as he moved his fingers inside her, rubbing her nub with his thumb now while he worked her.

"Still better, Little Bird?"

"Yes, so much better, Sandor. That feels amazing." We'll see...

He moved faster then and slammed his fingers into her hard. She yelped.

"And now? Too hard?"

"No. Again."

He obeyed. He fucked her with his fingers until he could feel her start to clench around them. Then he stilled his hand.

"No, Little Bird. You'll come with my cock in you. Are you ready for me, now?" he growled. He needed to be fucking his Little Bird.

"Gods, yes, Sandor, please!"

Quick and hard, Sandor thrust himself into his Little Bird, drawing her legs up around his waist while he did it. Sansa's groan was music to his ears.

"Yes, Little Bird, feel me."

"Uh, uh." She couldn't speak. Good.

"So wet, Little Bird. So wet for me. Do you like me fucking you, girl? You like my cock in you?"

"Yes, Sandor, yes!"

"Tell me," he demanded with a strong snap of his hips.

"I love when you fuck me!"

Sandor growled at that, and bit down, not too hard, on her lip.

"So good, Little Bird. Fuck. You're so good."

"Ung, puh-please, Sandor." He fucked her harder, spreading her legs wider to take him in even deeper.

I want her on her knees. Bloody hells, I need her that way.

"Will you try something for me, Sansa?"

"Wah-what?"

Sandor pulled out and Sansa whined at the loss of him. He stared down at her briefly, her legs cocked open, her body sweaty and flushed from fucking, the bed under her tousled and wet from their juices. He stroked his cock a few times, staring. Sansa watched him and licked her lips. Fucking Gods!

"Get on your hands and knees for me. I want to fuck you that way. It is ok," he added when she looked at him, confused. She looked at him for another moment and then complied with his wishes.

"Spread your legs."

She did.

"Wider."

She whimpered and then did as he asked.

He moved closer to her, then, still stroking his cock lazily at the sight of her ass in the air and her cunt open for him. Fuck I like this position. He wanted to bury himself inside her, hard and fast, but he knew she was hurting and he knew this position might be too much for her. He wanted her to like this, because he loved it. So he decided to take his time.

Instead of barreling into her with his cock, Sandor put three fingers inside her gently. Sansa moaned in front of him and unconsciously pushed herself back onto his fingers. Yes. Fuck yes.

He started fucking her with his hand, steadying her with his other hand on her ass. Sansa was begging and groaning and sighing.

"You like that, Little Bird? I do. I love watching you like this. So beautiful. And all mine."

"Yes, yours. Only yours. Always yours. Please, Sandor! I'm close, but I need more!"

"Aye, and more you'll get," he pulled his fingers out of Sansa and grabbed her hips tightly.

He pushed into her faster than he had planned to, but he couldn't control himself. She was so open to him this way. And he got to see everything.

"Fuck, Little Bird!"

He watched his cock disappear into his Little Bird, watched his stomach nudge her backside when he was deep. He pulled out slowly and saw his cock glistening from her. He felt Sansa pushing herself towards his cock, now, getting more desperate to come.

"Are you aching, Little Bird? You want to come, don't you?" He grabbed her hips hard so she couldn't push herself back.

"Yes, please!"

"You want me to fuck you harder?"

"Yes!"

He leaned over her back, then, tugged her head up by her hair, gently, and rasped into her ear.

"Ask me, Little Bird." He reached under her, then, with his other hand and started rubbing her nub again. She spread her legs wider for him.

"Mmm..."

"Ask me, Little Bird, or I won't let you." He rubbed faster and harder.

"Sandor."

He stopped rubbing her, then, and released her hair. He brought both hands to her breasts where he pulled at her nipples, twisting them a little and making her gasp.

"Ask me."

She had started slamming her own hips back now, but she gave him what she wanted.

"Please, Sandor, please fuck me hard!"

"Aye, Little Bird, I'll give you want you need," and he brought his hands to her hips and pulled her back onto him while he thrust inside her, fast and hard. And he didn't stop. He fucked her faster and faster, pushing her to her peak and chasing his own.

"S-s-andor!"

"Yes, Little Bird, you're fucking amazing. Come on, Little Bird. Sing for me!"

And then her walls were crushing and strangling his cock as she came, crying out her pleasure in a hoarse and broken voice, her arms giving out from under her and her legs transferring her weight from themselves to his pelvis. He used that leverage to his advantage, fucking into her hard five more times before he shot his seed inside her, coming and coming more than he had ever come in his life.

Sansa shuddered above him while he stilled inside her, letting his body absorb her post-orgasmic shocks and letting hers take his. They were breathing loudly. Gods, this room smells so deliciously of fucking. He pulled out of her and saw his come dripping out onto the bed, white and sticky. I like the look of that almost as much as the feel of coming inside the Little Bird. Sandor couldn't help but like the idea of part of him staying inside Sansa, even after he was finished, still claiming her, still possessing her, still marking her as his. Always. Mine always. And I'm hers. Forever.

Sansa decided she loved the feel of his seed filling her. It was a strange, barely there feeling, but she liked it all the same. She liked the thought of his seed taking root inside her. She wanted children. She wanted to give Sandor a family to love him. He deserved as much love as possible. He deserved all the love and affection his life had denied him, and she would give it to him. They would fill their home with babies and all of them would love him with all their hearts.

Sandor laid down heavily next to her with a huff.

"You'll be the death of me yet, Little Bird."

"Don't say that, Sandor," she said, more sadly than she wanted to. There was already too much death around her.

"Sorry, Sansa. I'm just too bloody old. An old, rough dog. What the fuck am I doing with such a beautiful, delicate, young Little Bird, I don't know. But here I am. The luckiest fucker in the world. I can't believe you're mine."

"Believe it, love. You'll never be rid of me," she smiled up at him brightly, feeling exhausted and boneless.

"Aye, I suppose I'm stuck with you now, woman, for better or worse. I'll have to find some way to deal with your ridiculous chirping for the rest of my days." Sandor laughed at her playfully as she swatted his arm that was wrapped around her.

"And I'm stuck with your rude barking. What will I ever do with you? You're not fit for civilized company," she gave a heavy sigh and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"Keep me chained to the bed and I'd thank you for it, every day," he whispered, his lips at her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

"I might have to. Might be the only thing you're good for in Pentos."

"Hush, girl. Let's get some more rest."

"I love you. I can't wait to be your wife in truth."

"Silly Little Bird. You already are. The show is just for some buggering imaginary gods."

Sansa smiled at her soon-to-be-husband. He was rough and snarling and so ridiculous sometimes. He is right, though. Not about the imaginary gods, of course. But he is mine as I am his. Nothing else matters. She was smiling as she fell asleep, content and peaceful for the first time in a long time.

So that is the end, I think. I have an idea in my mind about what happens to bring them back to Westeros and how the world ends up that I could throw together in an epilogue. I just like this as an ending. I think I'll wait and see what you guys think before I decide permanently.

Either way, I want to say one more big thank you for all the love and reviews. I never expected so many positive words, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate them!