Chapter 11.

Sandor has to get away. He finds himself at the perfect place for distractions, a brothel. He is well into getting drunk and he is setting in a dark corner brooding. He hasn't seen Shalene for many days, thankfully Joffery seems happy with what he believes happened to Sansa at Sandor's hands. When Joffery seen Sandor's knuckles, you would have thought he had received the grandest gift in the world. Especially when Sansa had sent word, begging leave to not to have to leave her chambers due to illness. That idea was Tyrion's, but Joff didn't know it. He gleefully agreed, praising Sandor the entire time.

Sandor's attention was drawn to some dark-skinned dancers who had started moving among the patrons. These were new, as he looked, he noticed that they were dressed in sheer wisps of dresses, heavily decorated with golden beads, bangles, and discs that made the most magical sound as they dance and move about. They all have long black hair, braided identically. Their faces are covered, all that can be seen of their faces are their black eyes. There is a different sort of music being played, it is unfamiliar but not unpleasant. The dancers are all in a different colors but their skin, hair and eyes all look the same. They begin to dance moving their bodies in the most seductive, erotic way. Always in time with the music, every movement of their arms and hips cause the golden jewelry to jingle. They move to different patrons, caressing, teasing, tempting. Sandor is mesmerized, he can't look away. He is instantly aroused, the wine has done its job and now he needs a different sort of intoxication. One of the dancers moves to where he is sitting and she moves just like a predator. Smoothly, supple, with exact purpose. Almost seeming deadly in her pursuit. It reminds him so much of another dark-skinned woman that he knows, but he would battle this one tonight, predator to predator. He leans back, stretching out his long, massive legs and crosses them at the ankles. He is already hard so he re-adjusts his cock, it takes only a glance to see how huge he is and he takes much pride in that, if she is going to get scared, this is her chance. He clasps his large hands behind his head, and watches her. He hides nothing. Not his face, or his blatant want. She moves up to him and never once looks away from him, taking in his body, his cock, and then his eyes. She dances around him, touching him lightly, suggestively, she then moves to where she can stand in front of him, his crossed legs between hers, she traces the outline of his cock with one finger as she dances, swaying her hips and undulating her body in a way he has never seen a woman move before. She eases up on the couch that he is reclining on, crouches over him as if ready to attack. Her eyes never leave his. His deep, grey eyes exuding lust, desire, and tightly reined control. He takes it all in, all of his senses are alive, just like right before battle. His skin tingles, his hearing so acute, breathing heavy and controlled, heart beating a hard, steady thump in his broad chest. She stands above him and eases her hands into his hair, pulling almost painfully, all it does is arouse him even more. She dances with the music, as the tempo strengthens, her hips keep time with the beat, those blasted golden bangles seem to be hypnotizing him. She eases herself down, straddling his cock, but not touching it, she traces his arms and he relaxes enough to allow her to grasp his forearms and as the music continues to increase in beat, so does she until as the end came, she arches herself backward so far her head is resting on his crossed knees. Sweat glistens on her body, her stomach is bared to him from below her breast to just above her mound, begging to be touched, kissed, tasted. Her neck is likewise exposed although he still can't see her face. He can't take any more! He grabs her around the waist and as he stands up, she wraps her legs around his waist and with their eyes still locked on each other, he takes her upstairs.

The room is classy, as to be expected from Chatalaya's. With the door shut and bolted, he sits her on the table and just looks at her for a minute. He starts to reach for the material covering her face but she stays his hand and shakes her head. He shrugs. She gracefully moves to him and slowly undresses him, touching him, tracing the muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest. He can't get enough of her touch. He has never had a whore willingly touch him. He decides then that he would have to find out if all of these new dancers are so daring, so accepting of someone as hideous as he feels he is. She takes his hand and leads him to the bed, it is very large, soft and comfortable, he allows her to push him down on the bed. She removes his boots and stockings, casually massaging his big feet. He has to grin at that, Hells, who did that sort of thing, but he has to admit that it does feel good. She unlaced his breeches and eases them off, he raises his hips to allow her to pull them off. He rarely wears small-clothes so he lays before her, naked, rock hard, and ready to fuck. She seductively removes everything except what she wears around her face. All this time they have not taken their eyes off each other. He likes that. She eases on the bed from the foot, on her hands and knees, prowling her way to his chest. She closes her eyes as she straddles his body and lowers her face to his chest and inhales deeply, taking in the his male scent . It is such a purely primal act to him, he feels something inside of him change. He knows what it was, he keeps it in check most of the time, but that control was breaking, his body is shaking with the need to let it out. He speaks to her in a low, heavy growl, dripping with animalistic lust," I am giving you the chance to leave. If you don't I can't and won't be easy with you. I will fuck you and I will try to hurt you, do you understand me?" She meets his eyes and takes another deep breath, savoring the essence of him. "Are you leaving?" She shakes her head no. He let's The Hound out.

He grabs her hair and pulls her head back forcefully and wraps his hand around her throat. He pulls her to him, inhaling her scent. He bites and sucks on her neck, growling deep in his chest. He releases her throat and hair and takes a tit in each hand, holding them, squeezing them and pinching her nipples making them hard and sensitive, she leans her head back and moans, covering his huge hands with her small ones, encouraging him to be rougher, and he does. She reaches back and grasps his cock, he is much too big for her hand to encircle him but she is still extremely adept at pleasuring him like this for the moment. She rubs her palm over the head of his cock causing a shiver to run through his entire body. She slowly rolls her hips over his abdomen, not quiet touching him, just enough contact for him to feel her heat and wetness. A deep moan escapes his throat as she strokes his cock in the same tempo as she is rolling her hips on his abdomen. It is sweet torture to him but he willingly takes it. He moves his hands to her waist circling around to her full, firm ass and pulls her hips down until her mound is in full contact with his skin. He grinds her down on him, hands digging into her hips, he is past caring if he hurts her, part of him wants to. She let's go of his cock and takes her nipples between her fingers and kneads them, he can tell it's painfully, and when she throws her head back and groans again, he growls," Enough!" He raises her up and rolls them over in the bed, he flips her over and she lands on her hands and knees, exactly where he wants her. Her ass is perfect, he takes a cheek in each hand and squeezes them together, wanting to bite it but just leaning down and kissing each one. He lets his thumb move to her cunt and she is so wet, he doesn't wait. He guides his huge, rock hard cock to her opening and with all the power of his hips, drives his cock into her using his hands to pull her hips against him until he has totally buries it in her. He can barely breathe. He holds her like this for a few heartbeats, he can feel the muscles of her cunt adjusting to him, he likes it. He can feel her body shaking and whispers,"I tried to tell you." All conscious thought is gone, he pounds his cock into her deep, hard, and steady. His grip on her is relentless, not that she is trying to get away. She fucks him as primal as he does her, but in his lust haze, he is only focused on his need. He eases back a bit, reaching around her to raise her up, one of his hands holding her hip as he continues to drive his cock into her and the other he wraps around her chest, holding her body to his. He doesn't feel her as she moves her hand down to pleasure herself as she feels the tempo of his thrust increasing. Their primal need for satisfaction is all that either of them are wanting. He knows he's getting close, his breath is ragged, the sound of skin on skin is music to him. He can feel it building in his balls, the way they tighten and he fucks harder, faster, he doesn't even know where the power comes from. All he knows is that he has to have the end, his muscles are burning, they are so tense, and he feels it coming on like a sweet, painful death. He throws his head back and growls deep, long, and loud. He hears her tell him,"NOW, HOUND! CUM NOW I NEED ALL OF YOU!" And he does! He feels it from his lower abdomen, from his balls, and he feels his seed blindingly explode from him! He bites down on the back of her shoulder, half way between her neck and arm. He can taste her blood but he can't stop pumping his cock into her, he is growling, licking and tasting where he's marked her. He just continues to hold her body to him as he continues to slowly move his hips, feeling those last blissful sensations of his climax. His heart is pounding, he can barely catch his breath. Their bodies are covered in sweat. He eases back on his heels, keeping her on him, his cock still buried inside her and he slowly realizes her head is resting on his shoulder, she is purring like a freshly stroked cat. He laughs from deep in his chest at that, she is a freshly stroked pussy. He also knows that she has gotten as much satisfaction as he has. He sees where he's bitten her and he kisses it and apologizes to her. She just shrugs against his body. He shifts and lays them down on the bed. Before he knows it, he is lost in a type of sleep that only that sort of satisfaction brings. He doesn't know when she leaves, only when he wakes up. He is instantly panicked because he has never left himself as vulnerable as he did by falling asleep. As he looks around, he sees the dancer is gone but everything looks in order, he doesn't sense anything wrong. His cock and balls are fucking sore, he knows that! If he's aching, he can just imagine how she feels and he allows himself a self-satisfied chuckle. As he gets up to dress he catches the glint of something on the table and when he walks over to see what has caught his eye, he sees golden dragons spread over the table. Twenty of them, he counts. He checks his belt and finds his coin undisturbed and then it hits him like a blow from a war hammer. He has been paid for his services like a whore. He just stands there, not knowing which emotion to settle on. He dresses, takes the dragons, hell, he worked for them. He's mad but doesn't understand why really. He's paid for plenty of whores but they do it for a living. A part of him feels used, but why? He got what he was after. He doesn't know how to feel about it so he does what comes easy, he broods.