Sandor Clegane was having a shitty day. Tasked with guarding the King's chamber door, he was forced to listen to the dramatic moans of Baelish's finest. It annoyed him that Baelish would tout his own pleasure house as the best in the city. Moreover, Sandor cared not for the girls' over-the-top mannerisms.
The King's sworn sword preferred to give his business to a much less frequented establishment, a pub with an attached pleasure house off of Fleabottom's more quiet alleyways. The pub was run by a man named Turman. His wife Opal was the madam of the pleasure house. His favorite way to end a particularly terrible day was to dine on roasted chicken with a mug of house-made cider. The couple was a rather jolly pair and always graciously accommodated him. There were only four girls, but they were always clean, sweet-smelling, and learned rather quickly to leave him be other than refill his mug until he was done with his meal. The girls had feared him at first but soon realized that he was more bark than bite with them. They led him to their rooms without hesitation, knowing that with him, they had nothing to fear and that he wouldn't cause them harm like his reputation had them believe. He was also included in the handful of decent regular patrons that the girls would giggle amongst themselves, trading stories of their pleasant encounters while serving these men.
None of them particularly stood out to Sandor above the rest. Instead, he was merely appreciative that the girls were different enough to keep things interesting.
Nina and Hanne, the blondes, often entertained him as a pair. The women were best friends in every way, and he'd often walk in on them making out or pleasuring one another. Hanne never offered herself to him directly, but she would help Nina suck his dick or let him bury his face between her legs. Nina's pleasure was more important to her than anything. On the other hand, Nina was passionately involved with both of them in their sessions, and often Sandor and Hanne would find themselves double-teaming her, with Sandor fucking her and Hanne suckling her nipples and rubbing her clit. Only on rare occasions would Sandor find himself alone with either of them. Nina would always be enthusiastic in all positions with him, but he knew and respected that the furthest Hanne would tolerate alone with him was kissing and oral sex. Hanne would show her appreciation by milking him of every drop of his release until he drifted off to sleep.
Tika was from somewhere in Essos due to her accent that Sandor could never fucking understand. She was tall and had tanned skin, dark eyes, and wildly curly brunette hair that she often had tamed in a braid. Rumor was that she had been a sex slave and was abandoned when her master was killed in a tourney he had participated in. Turman and Opal were quick to take her in, and she seemed to enjoy her new life and accommodations better than being a mere sex slave. Her favorite position with Sandor was to ride him while he laid on his back, so Sandor would lay back and let her do her thing, often reaching over to swig some ale from the side table. That was another thing. Tika liked getting him drunk so his horniness would take over, and they could get down to things much faster. She never came herself, but would grind her hips and let Sandor release into her. In the afterglow she'd give him a slow massage.
Moira was a raven-haired beauty with kind honey brown eyes. She often plays the shy girl approach with new customers and then blindsides them with how wanton and horny she can be once she got them into her room. Sandor was amused his first time with her and was pleasantly surprised. Moira was probably the wildest of the bunch, not opposed to sex in public, as she had snuck Sandor a few blowjobs under the bar a few times (never during his meal, though). Sandor liked that she was always quick to become aroused and often never made it to her room, often fucking in rather risky places like the back alley or hallway where anyone could catch them (7 out of 10 times they were caught).
One evening, silence hung in the air when he entered. All four girls were preoccupied with patrons that had arrived before him, so he sauntered up to the bar and sat, ignoring the blowjob Moira was giving her client beneath the bar beside him. Turman gave him a curt nod of greeting as he set a full mug in front of him.
"Chicken should be out soon. Opal is training up a new girl that arrived a week ago."
"Where's this one from?"
"She was one of Baelish's."
"Fuck. May as well leave."
"Now, don't get too hasty. Surely if she's a Baelish reject she'd be suitable to your liking." Turman convinced him to stay, although he was still reluctant.
The kitchen door swung open and both men watched as Opal held open the door for a pretty young redheaded woman and directed her to bring the tray in her hands to Sandor.
Their gazes met. The girl offered up a small smile. Sandor's eyes were drawn to her hair color, a deep red that reminded him of bloodshed. She slid the tray in front of him and gave a small curtsy, leaning forward to slyly offer him a glimpse down her bodice.
"Enjoy," she lilted, ending in a purr that tickled his ear. He bit into a drumstick immediately, annoyed to see her still watching him after a moment. She would learn today, just like the other girls did.
"Leave me be and let me eat," he growled roughly. She backed away, eyes wide, and her smile vanished. "I'll signal when I'm ready for you."
She gave a curt nod before stepping past. Opal followed, smacking him lightly on the shoulder good-humoredly as she passed.
"Don't scare her away or you might have to love your own hand tonight," hissed Opal. Sandor offered a snort in response before letting himself relax with his meal, glad that Moira was dragging her client elsewhere.
"Girl," called Sandor after he had finished his meal. Turman collected his tray while the redhead came to stand in front of him. Sandor's eyes ran over her body as he took a swig of cider. She offered a subtle pose, displaying her slender pale legs through the slit in her dress.
"My name is Kezya, by the way," she chirped.
"Ain't got time to memorize names," he grunted.
"No? You may need to call mine out later," she purred, smoothing over her bodice with her hands.
Sandor did not quite know how to react other than to frown at her as she smirked, her green eyes glittering mischievously. She was definitely more flirtatious than the other girls.
"You'll probably fucking screech out mine, coming from a Baelish house," he muttered. "Fucking banshees, the lot of you."
She giggled, resting her elbow on the surface beside him as she subtly leaned closer. He let her, meeting her eyes, although the furrow in his brow stayed.
"I can also be quiet like a Sister if that's what you want," she whispered. She frowned slightly when Sandor lightly grumbled at that. "Well, what is it that gets you going, dove?"
"I like to fuck without all the theatrics," said Sandor boldly. Kezya smiled, slowly reaching to rub her small hand over his knee. The furrow in his brow lifted at the action.
"That's the best way," she responded in a purr "To just fuck and lose yourself in the pleasure…" Suddenly her face was so close and her hand had slipped to his inner thigh, fingers edging close to his growing erection. Their lips brushed for a moment, and then she claimed his lips in the next, her hand softly massaging the skin of his thigh. He pulled her into his lap, his hands hungrily groping her ass as her legs straddled him.
Sandor kissed a path from her lips, down her jawline, and to the pulse point on her neck where he started to nibble mercilessly. She let out a sigh, her hips rolling to grind in his lap. He growled in response, squeezing her ass and pulling her closer.
Lips met again, tongues dancing hungrily.
"C'mon, to my room," she panted against his mouth, taking his hand to lead him away.
He followed her down a short hallway without resistance, and once the door was shut he pushed her roughly to the bed face first.
Thankfully it was a soft landing on her hands and knees. She giggled as she felt him behind her tugging at her skirts and smallclothes, yanking them to the side. His long fingers slid between her folds, groaning appreciatively at her slickness. A soft gasp as he sank two of his thick fingers inside. After a moment she began moving her hips to meet the thrust of his hand. A bite to her ass cheek made her yelp, but he soothed it with his tongue and lips. His mouth took over the efforts of his hand and growled in approval, pressing her hips into the mattress as he lapped at her swollen sex. She whimpered as one of her hands reached behind and covered his.
"I'm not going to show you mercy," he whispered against her before continuing.
She could only reply by panting into the sheets as her back started to arch. His large hands held her hips in place, his tongue moving fluidly within her.
"I think I'm coming!" Her utterance was muffled into the mattress but the way she squeezed upon Sandor's tongue was unmistakable.
She muffled her moans into the mattress as Sandor suckled and lapped at her mercilessly, the spoils of her orgasm coating his beard.
"That's it, girl," he growled appreciatively, giving her rump a light pat as she slumped on her knees, letting out pleased little trills as she caught her breath. "Now, turn over."
She unceremoniously flopped over, looking much like an overturned breathless tortoise. Sandor eagerly took hold of her knees, spreading them open. Kezya wriggled her loose dress over her head to relieve her heated skin. Sandor was right there to capture a nipple and settle himself between her thighs. His erection was restrained painfully in his trousers, and he let out a moan when she bucked her hips against it. He sat back on his heels breathing heavily as he quickly rid himself of his shirt. As he was pulling the garment over his head, he felt petite hands pull his trousers down to free his cock. He resurfaced just in time to watch the redhead practically swallow his cock in one gulp.
"Ohhh…fucking bitch," moaned Sandor, sounding more high-pitched than he meant to in his awe. He felt her smile around him, and he twitched as he felt her do something with her tongue. Intense lust overcame him and he pulled her mouth off of him with a pop before attacking, pushing her onto her back as he knelt over her. He pinned her beneath him letting out a primal growl as he pressed his cock inside her. Her mouth hung open in a silent moan. And then he drew his hips back and made a hard thrust, drawing a gasp as his large cock slipped to fit snug inside her tight heat.
"Again," she moaned wantonly.
"Shut the fuck up," growled Sandor fiercely. Wide green eyes stared apologetically up at him. He thrust harder, her tight pussy sheathing him again. He watched her throw her head back, biting hard on her lip. He started a rhythm, pleased when a naughty smile lifted the corner of her mouth and her arms held him closer.
He thrust harder, drawing a few gasps from her before feeling her tighten around him and her hips move enthusiastically with his.
His hips never faltered, letting her burrow her face into the crook of his neck to muffle herself as she gave in to her pleasure. He pinned her hips down as he sought his own release. Her hands braced on his arms, eyes closed in bliss.
"Dove, I'm doing it again," she whimpered in awe. Sure enough, she tightened upon him once more and he felt his balls being coated in her sweet release as she let out an indulgent cry. He let out a groan of pure primal urge before rutting smoothly, hearing the slap of skin on skin before heaving one last thrust as he came into her tight heat with a growling low moan. He half collapsed on top of her, his forehead resting on the pillow as he gasped for air, her red hair spread across it prettily. The strands smelled sweet like she had dipped her head in wine. He felt her breaths on his collarbone, thankfully unhindered. She seemed to like being under him in this way. She slowly caressed his shoulders, kneading lightly, a satisfied purr settling in the back of her throat. This was the last thing he remembered before being coaxed to sleep.
Soft warmth cushioned his head that morning. He opened his eyes to see that he was using Kezya's bosom as a pillow. The woman was still asleep, a small smile playing on her lips, one of her arms still draped over his shoulder. He sat up slowly after setting her arm down gently and dressed in silence.
She had definitely satisfied him last night.
Sandor stood and watched her roll onto her stomach, her plump ass poking into the air. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into that flesh again, but he contained himself and left after leaving a good-sized stack of coins on the side table.
"How was she?" Opal asked after setting a plate of breakfast in front of him at the bar when he had emerged from the short hallway.
"Baelish hadn't tainted that one yet," muttered Sandor through a mouthful. Turman and Opal exchanged grins above his head.