Sandor's Desert Flower

by rodonna.davlin

Sandor is used to certain things in his life. He finds is loyalty wavering and his need to protect the Little Bird is growing. Changes happen and new interests enter his life taking him and his Little Bird in a direction neither of them ever dreamed. Will he hold onto the hate, rage and bitter doubts that have ruled his life or will he walk a new, unknown path. Sandor\OFC **HIATUS

18. Chapter 18

Chapter 18.

Once he heard Lord Tywin clear the room, Sandor was up and stalking away, nothing had changed about him except that he was focused on one thing, Shalene. He didn't hear Bronn or Tyrion calling to him as he stalked through the halls, didn't see people sneaking around, trying to hide what they had stolen. He vaguely registered a body lying near the door he was headed to and just kicked it out of his path instead of stepping over it. He beat his fist against the door, yelling for Shalene. He didn't give anyone time to open the door before he was kicking it, trying to break it down. Bronn tried to grab his arm but Sandor threw him off as if he was a mere flea instead of a man grown. Bronn hit the wall across the hall about the same time that Sandor's next kick caused the door to fly open. He stalked into the room and found the women huddled in the corner, Shalene and Shae had daggers drawn to defend Sansa. Sandor reached them in three huge strides and grabbed Shalene by the hair and dragged her from the room towards her rooms. Bronn had drawn his sword but Shalene yelled at him and told him to stop, she was fine. Bronn let them go but he was in fear for Shalene.

Sandor was still in full blood lust. He was aware, vaguely, of everything, but just on the fringes of comprehension. He hadn't been able to bury The Hound back yet as he usually was able to. He needed Shalene. He had her now, he knew he was hurting her but he pushed those thoughts away, he had but one focus, satisfying The Hound. He kicked open the door to Shalene's chamber and threw her towards the bed. He unbuckled his sword belt and removed his weapons, that was all he had patience for. He strode to the bed and still in full armor, grabbed Shalene and turned her over, forcing her to her hands and knees, he ripped her dress off and unlaced his breeches. He gave no thought to her readiness, just his need to kill this desire he had.

He still had his mailed gloves on when he grabbed Shalene's hips and pulled her to him. They were still covered with the bloody gore from battle and everywhere his hands touched, left traces of his lethal deeds. His cock was as hard as the steel of his great sword when he plunged into Shalene's cunt and fucked her like the demon he gave the appearance to be. He looked down and watched his cock disappearing into Shalene, his grip on her hips was so intense, he saw the purple bruises starting to form, it just made him fuck her harder. He couldn't get enough, his thrust was so powerful, she was pushed down into the bed, if he hadn't been holding her hips, she would have fallen. She was hurting, but wanted to ease his need. She had to get him past this blood lust, but she silently worried that he might be more brutal than even she could handle although she wouldn't let him know this, he hadn't failed her, she would not him. His stroke was so hard and deep, he was pushing her further up the bed each time their bodies met. He kept one hand on her hip, reached up and grabbed her shoulder, effectively securing her to him more so he could thrust harder into her. His armor dug into her skin, bruised and cut her in some places, his breathing was as if he were still in the heat of battle and in a way, he was. She felt his grip intensify and he let his head fall back, yelling like a beast from the Seven Hells as he spilled his seed deep inside her. He didn't stop, he couldn't.

He had found release but he wasn't finished. His cock remained hard and though he slowed his stroke, he continued to fuck her, he knew he had to let her up but he didn't want to feel the loss of separating from her. He had released her shoulder and hip but continued to thrust against her, feeling her under him. He took his gloves off and ran his fingers over her back, apologizing to her, " Shalene, I must have more." He rasped." I've hurt you, I'm so sorry. Please, please don't hate me, you don't understand..." Shalene responded," I'm here for you, Sandor. Fuck me, hurt me, satisfy whatever demons you have, you haven't hurt me. You never will." She started fucking him back, so he wouldn't know that she was hurt, she would never let him know different. She felt him slow his pace and felt him moving, doing something, as she heard his gloves hit the floor, she knew he was taking his armor off as he fucked her.

He looked down between them and again watched his cock sliding into his woman, he slowed his pace as he felt her move against him. He took his time removing this steel skin he'd worn for so many hours, he removed his leathers, chain mail, and tunic. He knew he smelled like death but that was a passing thought. He closed his eyes and concentrated on how sweet the feeling was of being with this woman, being inside her. Hoping that she would be his always. She had not turned from him in his raging blood lust. Not that she could have gotten away, he realized she hadn't tried and now she was working him, not asking him for anything.

He saw the damage he had done to this tiny woman and he felt tears sliding down his face, but he still wasn't able to stop. He pushed his breeches further down and wrapped his arm around Shalene, pulling her against his body as he turned and sat down on the bed. He didn't want to lose contact with her but she pulled away from him turning to face him, kissing his lips, she knelt down and took his muddy, blood covered boots off and finished undressing him. She then went and brought the wash basin to the bed and slowly washed him. He couldn't meet her eyes. He just looked at the water and watched it turn pink then red, grey, and muddy. She led him to the chair and changed the water and then washed his hair. He held his head back and lost himself in the feeling of her touching him.

He felt her trace her way around his shoulder as she moved in front of him, between his legs and pressed her body against his. He was lost again when she straddled him and slowly eased herself down inch by sweetly painful inch, onto his cock. When he reached to hold her, she took his hands and placed them over her breasts, using his hands to squeeze them, he knew it was painfully, but he needed no further encouragement and continued this on his own, he leaned in and took one then the other nipple in his mouth, biting them more harshly as she increased the her pace riding his cock. She threw her head back and her long hair fell over his legs, almost to the floor. She grabbed his hand and started to bring it between them but he needed no guidance, he reached between them and slid a finger down and found that place that he knew would have her screaming his name. She grabbed his forearms, leaning back as she rode him. He could feel her tightening around him so he again grasped her hip and started thrusting his cock into her, matching the pace she had set, he moved the finger on her nub to match the way he fucked her. Shalene dug her nails into his arms, and as he thrust once more she felt her body tremble all over, she was lost in a blinding release and Sandor fucked her deep and hard. She heard herself screaming," Sandor! Fuck me more! Harder harder!" And he did. She felt him stand up, hold her to him, still deep inside her and was shocked when she felt her back slammed against the wall and felt him shift her position a bit as he braced one arm on the wall and held her with the other. He started fucking her again, like he had when he first brought her to the room. He was overwhelming in his need, his power, the pure force of his lust. He leaned his forehead against hers and was telling her, as he loved her,"I don't know what I need, woman. I need you. I...I love you, Shalene. Help me! I can't get what I need like this, please, show me ...SAVE ME, WOMAN, please!" Shalene pushed against him, he backed up and let her down, she looked him in the eyes and he saw the predator come alive in them and as she turned him and shoved him against the wall, he closed his eyes and thought," This is my Savior."

Shalene raked her nails down his chest, stomach and thighs, leaving red trails and in some areas, blood, as she knelt in front of him. She leaned in and kissed his thighs, biting him at times, enough to leave teeth marks on a few of them. She heard him moan after each one and knew in what way his release needed to come. Sandor opened his eyes and watched everything she did. She smiled up at him with those full, red lips and he rubbed a thumb over her lower lip. Shalene gave him one of her sultry laughs and said," Watch everything I do. I'm going to suck you cock, I want you to see my tongue taste you and watch my lips slide down you cock. I'm going to taste every inch of you and when you cum, I want you to watch as I bathe in your seed." She felt his cock throbbing and watched his stormy grey eyes as she wrapped her hands around his cock. He was so big, there was no way she could grip around him fully, he was so long that it seemed it would take both of his hands wrapped around it to cover its length. His breathing quickened as he watched her lean in and run her tongue around the head of his cock as she slowly started stroking it. He wanted to close his eyes and just get lost in this glorious sensation. How can this feel so fucking good! He doesn't, he watches her, just like she told him to. He watches as her lips part and the head of his cock disappears into her mouth, he can feel her tongue sliding all over it. He shivers at the feeling of it. He touches her hair and moves his hand to the back of her head, he doesn't urge her down, he knows that she'll take what she can and that he is far too big for any woman to take him even half way in this manner. It's alright, she knows what she's doing. Shalene feels him start to push into her mouth each time it slides down on him. He's gentle, he's not forcing it. She moves one hand down and cups his balls, gently massaging them as she strokes his cock with the other hand and continues to slide her mouth up and down him. She hears him moan and feels the muscles in his legs tremble. He presses her head down on him a bit more and when she has all she can handle in her mouth, she glances up at him and he knows that's his cue that this is all she can take, he momentarily closes his eyes and feels her hum mmm-mmm, he smiles and looks back into her eyes and she winks at him. Shalene traces her tongue down the length of him, and takes one of his balls in her mouth and gently sucks it and runs her tongue around it, she feels him close his hand in her hair and he brings his other hand to her cheek, using his thumb to trace her mouth and he pulls her away and guides her mouth back to his cock. She takes him back in her mouth as he wraps his hand around his cock, right below where she stops when she's taken all she can. His fist works at the same pace her mouth sliding down his cock does. She strokes the base of his cock with her hand and massages his balls again with her other hand. He feels so much pleasure like this, it is beyond his ability for words, his breathing is heavy and ragged as he tightens his grip in her hair and his cock, that feeling at the base of his cock is growing as he feels is balls tighten, he fucks in to her mouth harder, their strokes on his cock matching his thrusts, he can't control how his body starts to shake as he focuses for a moment on how her mouth feels, so wet, hot, pleasing. He groans and he pushes her down on him and he's there, he wants to close his eyes but he can't she has pulled her mouth off of him and as they both stroke him, he watches his seed, thick and white, explode from him hitting her chin, dripping down to her chest and then her tits, some of it sliding down her nipples. He throws his head back, he can't help it! He growls like the Hound he is, primal in his release. His body is shaking so much and his release so intense that he feels his knees buckle. As he kneels down, he reaches to the bed and grabs the bedding, pulling it with him. He sits on the floor, pulling Shalene with him and as he lays down, he drags her to him, using the sheet to wipe his seed from her face and body. He turns to his side and pulls her against his chest, wrapping his massive arms around her, drawing her into his protective, loving embrace. Shalene pulls the rest of the bedding over them and loses herself in his overwhelming presence. He buries his face in her hair and she feels his chest heaving as he finally let's go and mourns whatever he has hidden in the dark recesses of his soul. Sometime later, he has fallen into a deep sleep and with all her heart, love, and soul, she prays that this man, who has given so much, suffered at the hands of others, lived such a lonely, hated life; finally has the peace he deserves. She knows that she will do everything in her power to take him from here and she will kill anyone who ever causes him a dark day again.