Chapter 14.

There was an uproar, of course, about Meryn Trant. For a brief time, Sandor was worried because all tales were pointing to him, he had been seen leaving with Ser Meryn, but during the formal inquiry, witness after witness from Lords down to lowly peasants informed the Court that Sandor and Meryn had in fact left together and been at a high-end brothel, Chatalaya's, but that Ser Meryn had left alone. It was told to The Court that Sandor had been there all night and he must have been in dire need of some company because he managed to fuck his way through all eight of the establishments dancers from Lys. This brought many and more laughs, whispers and a few appreciative glances from several of the Ladies of Court. Joffery found this hilarious. All Sandor could do was bear with the attention, wearing the same blank expression he had mastered so well over the years. Tyrion, of course, had made sure that the alibi was firmly in place. The inquiry ended as it should have, Ser Meryn Trant had stopped to piss off the bridge and being drunk, fell to his death. As far as Sandor was concerned, it was just one less problem.

There were reports that Stannis Baratheon was massing ships at Dragonstone. Tyrion had already started with defenses of the city for when there was to be an attack. It was decided to take advantage of the weather and possibly the last free days so Tyrion arranged for an outing to the King's Wood. Shae had made sure that a wonderful picnic was prepared, Tyrion arranged it so that a few of the Gold Cloaks that were loyal to him were in attendance, just in case of trouble. He had also had a covered cart ready as Sansa hated to ride so he decided to ride with her and keep her company, easier on his short legs that way. The cart was perfect, greatly cushioned with furs and pillows, it was like reclining in bed. Bronn rode beside them, Shae, Tyrion and Sansa rode in the cart. Shalene decided at the last-minute that although Aulonex would come, she was going to ride with Sandor. He was already mounted on Stranger and was in a playful mood so he just looked down at her as if saying," You want to ride here, find a way up." Shalene just shrugged and moved closer to Stranger, the warhorse started pawing and rolling his eyes, Sandor just grinned and offered no help. She walked to Stranger's front, and softly whispered, " Bectay Entu Maloon." She repeated again as she reached to stroke his muzzle. She and Stranger made eye contact, she repeated the words and he became calm and passive, she leaned into him and as she caressed his muzzle, they exchanged a breath. She then said, "Endel." Stranger tucked his left foreleg and dipped to the ground. The movement caught Sandor so off guard he was almost unseated. She gracefully climbed up and sat in front of Sandor and as Stranger stood, Sandor growled under his breath, "Bloody wench!" Everyone had a good laugh at his expense, he just brooded and started planning his payback.

As the ride progressed, Tyrion and Sansa talked of different aspects of governing and responsibilities. Sandor understood that this was Tyrion's way of trying to share his knowledge and prepare Sansa for her future. Shae and Bronn made small talk but Sandor noticed that Bronn was more and more involved in talks with Tyrion and Sansa. He was surprised at Bronn's knowledge, intelligence and grace. He had hidden it so well that Sandor thought of him as only another sword for hire. This new insight made him feel easier about Bronn, what he didn't like was the way Sansa and Bronn shared smiles and private jokes, Their eyes meeting and Sansa's blushing. Maybe Bronn needed to be reminded that Sansa was a child. He hadn't realized that he had growled this aloud until he felt Shalene elbow him in the stomach and say," Mind your manners, Clegane. She is five and ten. She has to learn how to feel comfortable with herself and explore her own boundaries. She knows where to stop." Sandor leaned down close to her ear and replied," It's not her I worry about, it's him. He is too old and she is a highborn Lady. He has no right." Shalene seductively wiggled further into Sandor's thighs and replied," Look who has the balls to judge another. You are twelve years older than me, I am a highborn Lady yet you have become my rather willing and most satisfactory paramour. You don't seem to question your right to me. Don't be so harsh. Look at it this way, if he becomes the rogue you fear, we'll just involve him in one of our games of justice that we play so well together. What say you, my sweet?" Sandor kissed her neck and grumbled, "Aye, you deadly wench!"

Shalene is feeling mischievous and decided to have some fun with Sandor, she's in the perfect position, so to speak. She can feel Sandor getting hard as she is moving against him in the same motion as Stranger's gait. She pulls her legs up a bit higher and slowly moves the panels of her dress, making it so her behind is uncovered but no one can tell due to the way her dress flows about. She never wears anything under her dresses so the only barrier between her and Sandor are his breeches. He whispers to her," Stop moving and stop that. Someone will see us." She tells him, " Don't be such a proper little child. I need you, now." He growls as he feels her hand ease behind her, to unlace his breeches. He moves a bit as she takes his cock out and slowly strokes it. He quickly looks around to see if anyone sees and whispers again for her to stop. Shalene is enjoying his discomfort too much and just smiles and continues her enjoyment of touching her lover's body. Sandor reaches back and grabs the side of his cloak and wraps his arm around her waist, bringing the cloak to cover most of what she is doing. He tightens his grip on her and again tells her to stop. She doesn't of course, what she does is use his arm as way to brace herself as she slowly raises herself up and arches her back, leaning forward a bit, as she lowers herself, she buries Sandor's cock inside her hot, wet cunt. He ducks his head, hiding his face in her hair and groans, louder than he means to. Tyrion, Bronn, and Shae look at them and Shalene just wiggles her hips, grinding into Sandor, smiling and winking at the three. They knowingly laugh and look away. Sansa, on the other hand, is too innocent to realize what is going on and thinks something is wrong with Sandor. She asks," Sandor, are you ok? I heard you groaning. Are you feeling unwell?" Sandor raises his head and rasps in the most controlled voice he can muster," No, Little Bird. I'm fine. I just need to take a piss and Lady Shalene is moving around too much. All is well."

Sansa nods and smiles at Shalene and returns to her conversation with Tyrion. Sandor grabs Shalene's hip and pulls her roughly further back against him, and shifts his hips forward, effectively shoving even more of his cock into Shalene. He has never fucked like this and doesn't know how to move without drawing attention but he knows he definitely isn't taking his cock out of this wet heaven that it's in now. He leans down and softly bites Shalene's shoulder and whispers," Help me, Lass. You got me into this, I can't stay like this the whole ride. Fuck me, Desert Flower, teach me something new since you've mounted your beast again." He looks around, their secret is unnoticed so far. Shalene looks over her shoulder at him and says," Just don't move. Let me pleasure you. If YOU try to fuck ME, I'll stop and leave you like this. You're mine to fuck now, however I want. Can you obey? Can you allow a woman to control you? To use you and take their pleasure on you?" Sandor kisses her and whispers in her ear, before biting her neck," Aye, Snake. I can do it, but not to any woman other than you, believe that."

Their thighs are resting on top of each other and with his cock still deep inside her, she starts slowly moving her hips in motion with Stranger. Slowly, grinding down on Sandor, rolling her hips and flexing her thighs. The sensation is like nothing he's felt. He can even feel it in his balls, the way they are nestled under her each time she pushes herself down, it massages them. He moves his hand down her stomach a bit and is close enough to her cunt to ease his middle finger down and begins to massage that swollen nub that he knows will bring her to climax. The muscles of her cunt tighten around his cock and he grunts, trying to not move, and again buries his face in her hair. His breathing is rapid, as she leans back against his chest, she can feel his heart pounding, she feels the same pulsations in his cock as he struggles to control himself. She increase the pace of her grinding and rolling hips, urging him closer and as he tries to thrust up she whisper," Don't move, Hound." He growls out of pleasure, displeasure , and outright need. He increases his own pressure on her nub and is awarded with her reaching back with one hand and running her fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth down to her exposed neck, he kisses her there. He feels her thighs tenses and the muscles of her cunt grip him and he knows she's close. She whispers to him as she grinds down on him," Now, Sandor. I need you now!" He bites her neck as he presses harder on her nub, rubbing and teasing it until her feels her whole body start to quiver and she squeezes his thigh so hard he feels her nails through the leather of his breeches. She pulls his hair painfully, but he likes it, and she bites his upper arm. He feels his own release roll through his body. It is intoxicating trying not to move, feeling his woman trembling on him in her own pleasure, the raw fear of knowing someone could figure out what they are doing and the absolute newness of how this happened makes wave after wave of climax roll through him as he spills his seed inside this beautiful woman. This woman who wants him alone. Who chose him over all others. This woman who gives to him as much as she takes. Who so well matches him in so many ways. His wanton, lustful, beautiful, deadly, Desert Flower. These thoughts cause him to growl with his release as he again bites Shalene's neck. He hears Bronn laughing as he is slowly is able to gather his thoughts, and he looks up to see all four of them looking at him and Shalene. He realizes that he is the reason because Shalene had power not alert anyone. Damn woman! He feels her move around a bit as he softens and feels her take the edge of his cloak, giving him the opportunity to re-tuck himself. In his embarrassment all he can do is say," Fuck off! I've gotta take a piss." He slides off Stranger and stalks to the trees, breeches unlaced.