Chapter 38

Sandor's felt rather than heard a presence in his room. As he looked around, he saw Shalene curled up next to him, her hands wrapped in his long hair, one of her legs thrown over his thigh, then he heard it, a faint step.

Before he could move he saw a woman, dressed in a thin, shimmery lace dress. He couldn't see her face, she had on some sort of shiny mask. All he could see was her black eyes and red lips. She said, "Have no fear, Man of Fire. I come not to harm you or those you love. You have yet to understand your true worth. You have always hidden in the shadows, always fallen prey to evil words and evil deeds. You fell so far that you created your own monster so that you could hide your fears from the world. Your journey is not over. You were born to protect. There is greatness in you that has not been realized. You must go to Meereen. You must meet The Dragon Queen. You will be her salvation. There will come to you, a great young Lion, it is within your power to save him. You must save him, he is one of the keys to the peace that must come to Westeros. The old Lion will fall. You were given two, one was taken another must be given. The evil Lioness will fall at your feet, she will be the price to pay for the future of peace. The young Lions will not stand in your way, they will not be angry. When the price is paid, you will have to decide if you will follow the path of your life. Free will cannot be bent. Your choice can be her chance to love again. I will show you the past, it will help you decide the future."

She then touched his hand so softly, he wasn't sure it even happened. He saw Jaime Lannister as a young man, dressed in The King's Guard armor, standing behind a King. He watched in horror as a man was slowly cooked in his armor while a younger man was desperately trying to get to a sword that was just out of his reach. He saw the young man strangle himself to death in his attempt, as the older man died. He watched the look of horror and hatred on Jaime's face as he tried to turn away, too afraid to stop it. He watched as The Mad King laughed and laughed.

Time jumped forward and he saw Jaime with The Mad King again, in The Throne Room, and heard The King tell a man to "Burn them all, Burn everyone" and heard him laughing again. He watched as Jaime quietly slipped off followed the man then killed him. Jaime then went back to The Throne Room, he listened as Jaime asked The King why he wanted to burn them all. The King laughed and said," I'll burn the entire city. every man, woman and child. Let the Rebel Baratheon rule over ashes!"

Sandor watched as The King told Jaime to bring him Tywin Lannister's head and he watched as as Jaime drew his golden sword and drove it through The Mad King's back. He saw tears on his face as he heard him say," I couldn't let him burn everyone. All those innocent people. I couldn't let him." Then he was back in his room. The woman looked at him and said," We all have stories we have not told. We all have nightmares that haunt us in the night. You must get him to tell you. You can save the Young Lion if you choose."

As she turned to leave he found his voice," Who are you, why does it have to be me? I want no part in this." She looked at him for so long, he thought she wouldn't answer, and said," My name is Quaithe. You will see me again. You will decide if you will be the one. All I can do is guide and tell you what I see. There is peace for your lands, if she comes. She is young, but she is strong. She can unite all if the right people are behind her. You are already part of this, You will see. You are The Protector."

The dawn woke Sandor and he immediately remembered the woman, the more he thought on it, the more he felt it was a dream. He didn't know if he should talk to anyone about it. He was pulled from his thoughts by the sensation of soft hands trailing through the hair on his chest, he kept his eyes closed and let himself float in the bliss of his woman's touch. Shalene was straddled across his lap, she leaned over his chest, her hard nipples grazing across him, it took all his control not to moan or to touch her.

She traced her hands up to his neck, then into his hair, lightly kissing his neck trailing up his jaw and then to his lips. He smiled, he couldn't help himself. Shalene deepened her kiss, it became more demanding, and he readily returned her passion. Tasting her, inhaling her exotic scent. He could feel himself getting hard but he let Shalene set the pace of their love making. They touched each other in ways they hadn't in a very long time, it was as if they were learning about each other all over again. Sandor gently rolled them over on the bed and raised up to his knees, taking the vision of the woman he loved so much. He let his fingers trail down her body, exploring her curves, he leaned back over her, resting himself on his forearms, running his fingers into the wild curls that were spread about her body. His own long hair fell about them, as if shielding them from the world. He looked into her eyes, again, wondering what this beautiful, perfect, woman saw in him. He leaned down and kissed her again, his love and desire for her taking him over.

He closed his eyes and moaned deeply as he felt her reach between them and guide his cock into her. He felt her legs wrap around his ribs and he entered her, slowly. Gods! She felts so good! When he was finally deeply, fully inside her, he had to stop, it was too good! He looked into her eyes and saw her crying, he started to pull away, thinking that he had hurt her somehow but she held him tighter and pulled him down and kissed him deeply," I'm not hurt, Sandor. I just love you so much."

He started to move inside her. Slowly, pulling out almost his entire length before he thrust into her again. He felt her nails drag down his back and he couldn't control the deep growl that escaped his throat. Shalene was losing herself in their pleasure. When she heard him growl, it awakened that side of her that matched The Hound. She moved to kiss his neck but instead, bit his shoulder and purred, "Fuck me, Hound! Fuck me hard!" He needed no further words from her, her bite had awakened the beast in him and he thrust into her with an primal need.

He raised himself back up on his knees and pulled her hips up to meet him. He watched her tits bounce each time he drove his cock into her, harder, faster, he never wanted to be parted from her. Shalene reached to squeeze her tits and Sandor said between ragged breaths, "Don't, I want to watch them, pleasure yourself while I fuck you! Talk to me, Woman!"

He knew her so well, he felt her body changing, she started talking to him in Dothraki. He had no idea what she was saying but it sounded so savage and bestial, he loved it. He rasped," Woman, I can't hold on much longer, you're too damn good!" He watched sweat roll over her body as he felt her body arch up to him and she yelled his name over and over. He thrust into her so hard he knew she would be sore but he couldn't stop. He threw his head back growled his release and held Shalene's hips so desperately as he spilled his seed deep inside his woman. He felt so alive, every muscle was tense and corded. He pulled Shalene up and held her to his body. Each wrapped around the other as if they wouldn't be whole without the other one. After a few minutes, he heard Shalene laugh and pulled her back, looking at her, wondering what was so funny. She kissed him again and said." I don't know who Quaithe is, but if you fuck me like this every morning after you dream about her, then dream about her every night!"

Sandor was shocked and scared. He didn't know what to say to her. He couldn't look at her, he just laid her back on the bed and went to the bathing room, shutting the door. He couldn't face her.