Sandor awoke feeling well-rested and content.
The scent of scones and ham made him open his eyes. A tray was placed on the bed, and beyond it, he saw Kezya sitting at her mirror.
"Eat up," she said, making eye contact through the mirror as she applied powder. He sat up and noted with disappointment that she had dressed already.
"Come here, then," said Sandor slyly.
"We'll be in this room forever if I do," Kezya giggled.
"I'll pay you handsomely," Sandor insisted.
Kezya turned from the mirror to look at him directly, a smile playing on her lips.
"You always do. But I promised Opal I'd go with her to the market today."
"You look fancy just to go to the market," Sandor observed.
"I've got to look good. It's bad for business if I'm seen looking like a slob," Kezya explained.
"You needn't worry about it. You're never slovenly, and I'll be here to solicit your business regularly."
Kezya gave him a long look, half-lidded eyes and a wistful smile.
"I'm glad that I have you, Sandor."
"I'd like to have you once more before I leave."
Kezya giggled before finally closing the distance between them. Sandor sat her on his lap, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
"Do you need your bed linens washed?" Hanne called through the door. Sandor paused and met eyes with Kezya, who rolled her eyes at the door.
"Not yet," Sandor retorted. Kezya giggled again as they heard Hanne snort and mutter something to the Seven.
"Seriously, you two. How many times has it been since just last night?"
"Three," said Sandor.
"About to be four," Kezya smirked.
"Have at it. Just pile the bedding outside when you're done!"
Sandor didn't even wait for Hanne to stop talking before he started wrenching Kezya's skirts aside. Kezya eagerly straddled him to take him into her ready heat. Sandor's arms held her snugly and guided their movements.
Lips and tongues clashed hungrily, touches tender yet needy as they held one another close.
Kezya's moans were quiet but enthusiastic at first, and then as she held him tight, her breathing heavy, Sandor rolled his hips just so as to bring her to orgasm. Kezya let out a satisfied cry, her head thrown back and her red hair flowing like a red river over her back and shoulders. Sandor pulled her closer and placed kisses all over her breasts. He pulled out, still rock hard. He stopped her from taking care of his need and kissed her briefly.
"I'll save it for tonight. I'll think of you all day today, walking around the markets all damp because you came all over my cock this morning."
Kezya shivered pleasantly.
"I'll be ready and waiting for you tonight, Sandor."
He gave her a satisfied smirk as he dug into his ham and scones.
Robert had a moment of sobriety that afternoon as his squires fetched more barrels of his favorite vintage.
Sandor and the king had never spoken at length before. Yet, today for some reason, Robert was in a talking mood. He had been blabbering at Sandor for some time, chuckling out tales of a well-endowed woman named Bessie.
"...She never tired out, Clegane. Shame that I never saw her again after the war! Women like that are a rare breed!"
Sandor idly nodded.
"What kind of women do you fancy, anyway, Clegane?"
"Redheads, Your Grace," he answered after a pause.
"Fiery ones! Who'd've thought? Is it that new one Baelish acquired from the North?"
"I don't care to know their personal details, Your Grace."
"Phh! Baelish only has one redhead…oh! Are you off fucking someone's wife, Clegane?"
"No, Your Grace. I branch out from Baelish houses."
"Oh? Are they any better?" The King looked skeptical.
"You'll find some are a bit more attentive. "
"Yeah? Perhaps you should summon them here tonight! Share the wealth, Clegane!"
"From your tales, I know just the girl you'd appreciate." Moira fit the image of black hair and a big chest.
"Alright. Send that one over tonight, and we'll see!"
Sandor stopped Moira that afternoon and slipped her a scroll with the Royal seal. Moira pouted.
"Sandor, I can't read."
"You don't need to read it. You've been summoned to entertain the King tonight. Just slip the guards at the gate that scroll. Wait until sunset." Moira nodded and kissed him on the cheek before heading to Opal's room to discuss business.
"You're here early."
Sandor turned to see Kezya holding a pail of steaming water. She looked much different than she usually did during regular business hours. Her hair was pinned up, and she wore a plain threadbare dress.
"I was relieved of duty early today after delivering that message."
"I'm getting a bath ready. Join me?"
He followed her to her room without hesitation, taking the heavy pail from her and easily pouring it into the tub, topping it off.
"We're not both going to fit," said Sandor.
"No…I'll have to sit on your lap."
Indeed, Sandor had to sit with knees bent, and Kezya smirked before seating herself astride his legs. She worked up a lather before soothingly rubbing her cloth over Sandor's chest and arms. Sandor took the cloth and did the same for her, focusing on her breasts and nipples. They were of the same mind to 'help' one another clean down below, and a few minutes later, they were lost in steamy kisses as they rocked together like a ship on the water, the waves of their movements splashing lightly on the floor.
"Bed," growled Sandor. His hands never left Kezya's hips as she climbed out of the tub, and he stood himself as she danced over and hopped lightly onto the mattress. He pushed her onto her back as he climbed over her, bracing one hand on the headboard as he entered her swiftly, watching her head fall back against the pillows. He enjoyed this, bracing both arms on the headboard and watching her facial expressions as he fucked her harder. She held him tight as she gave in to her release, her cries muffled into his chest.
He held her close, his lips tracing her neck as he thrust out his release, growling in satisfaction as she drew her nails down his back.
He rolled to his side so as not to squash her and shared light kisses as he traced invisible lines over her breasts, so content in the moment to be with her. She giggled softly as he nuzzled her, and she embraced his shoulders fully. They dozed together until the rowdy nightlife woke them, and they indulged in yet another round of many.
Sandor reported to his post outside the King's chamber door just as Moira exited. They met gazes, and Moira gave him her signature smirk.
"Woke up the stag in him and made him roar like a bear." She grinned wider as she jingled a coin purse.
"Best not get robbed," warned Sandor. Moira giggled as she lifted her skirts, giving him a small show as she fastened the purse securely to her upper thigh with a thin strap.
"Don't worry, Big Dog. He's asked me to come back every other night. I owe you for this." Before Sandor could react, Moira went up on her tiptoes and kissed him squarely on the lips, lingering to kiss him yet again right after.
"Just get out of here already," grumbled Sandor.
Moira pinched his cheek before laughing and stole another lingering kiss.
"Not here, lass. Go home and bother Kezya if you must," said Sandor, feeling himself becoming affected by the woman. But it was Moira's way. Before Kezya, she'd been his most frequented just because she was enthusiastic about keeping him occupied.
"Shall I keep a spot cleared this evening to join you and Kezya?" Asked Moira slyly.
"I'll let you and her decide." He accepted one more kiss from her before watching her slink away down the corridor.
The King had spent most of the day sleeping and drinking, so Sandor showed up early to the pub. Tika greeted him and immediately pointed down the hallway.
"Kezya's room."
He nodded and made his way. He knocked softly before opening the door, his breath catching at the sight of the blankets moving quite a bit on the bed and soft breathing and moans coming from underneath.
"Shall I come back later?" Sandor's voice cracked a bit due to his growing arousal. Moira appeared first, looking over her shoulder with a sultry grin. Kezya's face appeared rosy, and her hair mussed as she braced herself on her elbow. She smiled at him as she caught her breath. He noted both of them were nude.
"Get undressed, Sandor," Kezya demanded. He was already untying the straps to his armor.
"Don't stop," Sandor demanded back. The girls were more than willing to heed. Moira pushed Kezya back into the pillows, their lips meeting hungrily.
After undressing completely, Sandor reclined on his side next to them, watching.
He only joined when Kezya tugged his arm lightly. He put his arms around both women, kissing Kezya first and then Moira. Moira held his face there, deepening the kiss as he felt Kezya's lips roaming over his neck and making his pulse rise.
He indulged in the kiss with Moira as he felt Kezya's mouth trailing down his chest and rapidly approaching his waist area.
He groaned throatily into Moira's kiss as Kezya did something with her tongue to his cock. Moira pulled away and giggled, peeking down at Kezya.
Sandor threw his head back, Kezya's actions feeling incredible on his cock.
"That's right, Kez, he loves it. Give it to him good," encouraged Moira.
Sandor claimed Moira's lips once more to shut her up. Moira got into it, arching her body into his and draping her arms around his neck as their lips caressed.
Sandor's free hand tangled itself in Kezya's red locks, moving along with her head as it bobbed along his length. He slipped his other hand between Moira's thighs, teasing her gently with his fingers. Moira's breathing grew heavier when she was genuinely aroused, and he could now see how Kezya's face got so ruddy in kissing Moira under the covers. His lips felt scorched by the hot air she expelled after every kiss until she let out a pleased moan as his fingers finally slipped between her wet folds.
Kezya paused, her mouth still on Sandor as she watched his fingers slowly stroke over Moira's sensitive nub. She reached out a hand and guided his fingers into Moira's entrance. He obliged, and Moira moaned sweetly into their kiss. Kezya returned to what she was doing with more gusto, and Sandor moaned in unison with Moira. After a few more moments, Kezya resurfaced only to guide Sandor's cock to Moira's pussy. Sandor was more than willing to replace his fingers with his cock, and Moira readily climbed atop him, sinking onto him with a moan.
Kezya reclined beside them, watching indulgently as Moira rode Sandor, bent over him so she could kiss him generously. Sandor glanced at Kezya and let out an aroused growl to see her touching herself as she watched. Sandor reached over and buried one of his fingers into her wetness, watching her head fall back in pleasure.
Moira's hips faltered a bit as she approached her orgasm, and Sandor obligingly thrust into her heat, groaning as she tightened upon him. Moira cried loudly as she rode her orgasm out on his cock. Sandor caught her as she slumped forward and shared another lingering kiss.
Kezya leaned in and nuzzled her face into the kiss, making Moira giggle. Sandor smirked and pushed their faces together, watching them as their lips moved together passionately.
Then, wordlessly, Moira pushed Kezya onto her back and crawled over her, kissing a trail up her inner thigh to start lapping at her heat.
Sandor was too aroused to merely watch and settled beside Moira to give her assistance, mingling his tongue with hers over Kezya's clit, much like Nina had done with Kezya to him one night.
Kezya gasped before letting out a needy moan, her hands settling on both of their heads. Sandor and Moira's tongues worked in tandem until Kezya arched her back and gave a desperate cry.
"Sandor, I need you."
Spurred into action, Sandor smacked Moira's ass cheek as he got to his knees to crawl over Kezya. Moira moved aside, watching hungrily as Sandor and Kezya practically melded together with need. His body covered hers as his hips rolled steadily, coaxing lustful moans from Kezya. Kezya looked for Moira and smirked as she noticed Moira practically sitting over them, her hand rubbing herself briskly. Moira leaned down and kissed her.
"You look so beautiful getting fucked," said Moira. Kezya giggled and stole another kiss, moaning as Sandor moved faster.
"Cumming," Kezya managed to sputter before she threw her head back, her back arching as Sandor rolled his hips just the way he knew she liked. She pulled him down for a few kisses as they caught their breath, and Moira imitated Kezya by nosing her way into the kiss. Sandor was more active in this kiss, trading kisses with both women.
"Moira," he rumbled, "lay down beside her." Moira obliged, and the two women continued to kiss, their hands caressing one another's skin. Sandor knelt above Moira and gently slid inside, again rolling his hips the way Kezya liked. Moira gasped, her hands grabbing at Sandor's hips, her heels digging in.
"Sandor, yes!" She cried in awe. A few short strokes later, Sandor kissed Moira as he came right after she did. Moira was momentarily speechless as Sandor rolled over and cuddled her and Kezya into his chest.
"That was…gods, Kezya, you're hogging him!"
Kezya laughed as she played idly with Moira's nipple.
"Now you know why." Sandor smirked and kissed Kezya's neck.
"I'm not used to not doing all the work!" Moira laid on her back, enjoying the subtle affection from the other two.
"Well, perhaps you can use Sandor when that King of yours doesn't do it for you," said Kezya.
"Gods, yes." Moira pet Sandor's chest affectionately. "Although our good King Robby did give me a little thrill today."
"Oh?" Kezya asked in interest.
"Heavy men with thick cocks can do surprisingly well."
"Bloody Seven, help me," grumbled Sandor. Kezya and Moira giggled.
"Oh, don't get jealous, Sandy," cooed Moira. Sandor huffed.
"My cock is never going near you again for that," quipped Sandor, rolling away from her and taking Kezya along with him. Moira laughed in amusement.
"Now, Sandy, you need to teach us a lesson to say your name properly," teased Kezya, hugging him.
"You both fucking asked for it," growled Sandor.
For quite some time, loud pleasured mantras of Sandor's proper name could be heard all the way down the hall in the pub.