Sandor was certain that Moira was subtly training the king how to better please a woman. He was posted outside the king's chamber yet again and Moira had been in there since even before he reported to his post. Normally, she would have left within an hour, but judging by the genuine moans leaking into the corridor, she wasn't going anywhere for quite a while.
He found himself listening out of intrigue more than anything else. Moira was never one to fake her moans, which he always appreciated. And now he listened to a flurry of blended moans and primal growls of passion accompanied by the sounds of the King's bed squeaking loudly under their movements. It was a miraculous amount of time later when the sounds finally finished with sounds of them finishing in unison. Then, after hearing the sound of kissing and giggling for a while, Moira finally emerged from the chamber, her face still rosy from her activities.
She smirked at seeing Sandor. "You'll be sorry to hear that I won't need you later. So you can have Kezya all to yourself tonight."
"I planned to anyway," said Sandor with a smirk as he watched her waddle away in satisfaction.
Moira was asked by the king to visit him every night for the next week. Sandor was morning guard for every day of that week and continued to overhear just how well Moira and Robert were getting on. The two often did not separate until lunchtime. It was because of this activity that spurred court speculation as to why their king was looking so fit all of a sudden and had an extra spring to his step.
To everyone's surprise at the pleasure house, Moira did not take on many extra clients. She'd return after her visits with the king looking exhausted but happy and eat a small meal before falling into her bed until evening.
"Clegane! What a recommendation of Moira! I thank you immensely." Robert dug into his breakfast with gusto. "She brings me back to my younger days." He paused before eyeing Sandor. "You've had her hidden up your sleeve, eh? What is it that you want in return? Gold? Land?"
"Perhaps gold, Your Grace. To keep my own girl entertaining me."
"That's the spirit, Clegane!" Robert hollered at his squire to fetch said gold. The squire brought back a rather hefty sack of coins. "There you go. Go see your girl and tell Moira to keep on coming to me."
Sandor spent his coin well, purchasing a week's worth of Kezya's nights along with a week's worth of dinners. He also spared a good sum to Turman and Opal for the upkeep of the inn and tavern. Afterward, he still had plenty left over and planned to save it with his regular earnings.
Kezya invited Sandor on walks after dinner when the sun was still visible in the sky. They'd stroll along a deserted walkway by the bay and Kezya would sigh in wonder at the colors sunset would make. She'd fill the silences with her talk, wondering aloud where the ships on the bay were headed to. Sandor would quietly watch her, liking how the sunset warmed her complexion and reflected a soft green flame in her eyes. One evening she caught him examining her and a brilliant blush came across her face.
"What's that look for?" she whispered.
"Enjoying the view," he replied quietly. She smiled softly and leaned up to kiss him.
"I'm enjoying a handsome view myself now," she cooed.
"I'm hardly handsome," he rumbled.
"No? Let me look closer." Kezya slipped into his arms and gently took his face in her hands, turning it this way and that. "Rugged jawline…I like that. Soft lips are good for kissing and other delights. Nose…gods, that time you nuzzled my clit while licking me out…" She closed her eyes in memorizing the blissful moment.
Sandor snorted and nuzzled his nose against her cheek.
"It can be done again since you like it…continue."
Kezya returned her gaze to his.
"I love your eyes. How they burn with passion and turn dark with lust. But you look at me in a way that I never see you looking at anyone else. Not even the other girls." Kezya sighed and leaned her head against his chest. "You came to me during a rough time and have been taking care of me ever since. It's more than just simple pleasure for us by now…"
Sandor listened to her and placed his hands softly on her waist, holding her against him.
"We take comfort in each other as well," he admitted. Kezya made a soft noise of agreement.
"I don't ever want to be without you," she said quietly.
"You won't," replied Sandor quietly before taking her chin and kissing her deeply. Kezya moaned softly, kissing back.
"We should get back quickly," she panted.
"Quickly," echoed Sandor. He took her hand and she tried to muffle her squeal of laughter as he pulled her hastily along.
The two got undressed in record time when they reached Kezya's room in their need for each other. Sandor laid Kezya down, kissing her passionately and swallowing her moan when he took her swiftly. Kezya was in a cheeky mood, grabbing hold of Sandor's rear and guiding his movements, her hips moving with his. It didn't take but a few minutes until they shared their release passionately holding one another.
They kissed tenderly until sleep claimed them.
During one of her visits, the King had been overzealous with his mead and had drunkenly fallen asleep before giving Moira her release. She had crawled out from under him and made her exit. She met eyes with Sandor in the empty corridor and took sultry steps toward him, her smirk growing as his eyes wandered over her form. She stopped in front of him, hands braced on his chest plate as she went on tiptoe to kiss him, mingling their tongues. A whimper of need escaped her. Clarity shone in Sandor's eyes before he eagerly lifted the hem of her dress to touch her, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
Moira's eyes were mischievous as Sandor had her pressed up against the wall of the corridor, eye contact intimate as his fingers sank into her tight wetness. He kissed her to muffle her moans and thrust generously as she came. She held onto him tightly and squeezed upon his fingers as she rode out her pleasure.
"Thank you, Sandor," she whispered before kissing him. He watched her walk away, his armor slightly uncomfortable against his arousal.
Later that night, Kezya rode him passionately, their lips and tongues dancing together as Sandor caressed her smooth skin with his large hands. Her sweet moans filled the air with every thrust of his hips into hers. Her silence was once again the telltale sign of her approaching orgasm. She threw her head back with a primal cry, her hips rocking as she firmly rode out the aftershock. Sandor pulled her down for a kiss and cuddle, his hard cock still ready for more. Kezya lazily teased it with her hand by loosely gripping it and rubbing the length. He kissed her deeply, prepared to be inside her once again. He swiftly rolled them so that he had her pinned down to the bed. He indulgently helped himself to her breasts and nipples as he slowly slid inside her. He started a firm, steady pace, loving the feel of her slender arms embracing him, her nails lightly digging in. His lips claimed every inch of skin he could get to while keeping inside her tight heat.
Her moans were music to his ears, stirring a primal need in him. Breathing heavily he cradled her hips as he thrust enthusiastically, drawing gasps and louder moans from her. He leaned his forehead on her, burying his face in her hair as he kissed her neck.
Kezya arched her body as her release approached and Sandor hastily took control, his hips working hard until he drew a great pleasured cry from her lips and her ankles were desperately gripping his hips.
He moaned low, feeling her squeeze around his length, grinding deep into her heat before giving in to his release. Kezya wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him there as he spilled his seed, biting her neck lightly to muffle his moans.
"Sandor, you've outdone yourself," said Kezya breathlessly as he untangled himself from her and settled her into his arms.
"You make me crazy for you. I love feeling you squeeze on me as you orgasm and make me fill you up."
Kezya smirked and stole a kiss.
"I love it when you're crazy," she teased before claiming his lips again. He kissed her back, pressing her keenly against the pillows.
Moira was often a third now and again in their bed. Kezya felt no jealousy if Moira and Sandor fucked in front of her. She'd watch hungrily, her fingers lazily teasing herself. The other two never let her sit out for long, often sandwiching her between them and giving her extra attention. It was largely play with Moira. A way to warm her up for her clients.
"Before you, Sandor, we'd warm up with either our hands or the other girls," said Moira, casually mounting him and starting to ride. Sandor pulled her down to his lips to shut her up. She seemed to like it that way, saying something trivial during sex so that he'd initiate a kiss. Kezya lay nearby, watching in satisfaction as Sandor made her forget her words and trade them with moans. She liked playing around with Moira, especially when Sandor was involved. Kezya crawled over and nosed her way into their kiss. Moira took over, slipping her tongue into Kezya's mouth with Sandor grunting in approval from below. Moira rode more enthusiastically while kissing Kezya, now holding onto Kezya's shoulders to keep their faces close. She sang her pleasure into their kiss as Sandor brought her to orgasm, his hips grinding up into her as he came soon after with a primal moan. Kezya kissed Moira soothingly as she came down from her high, helping her to carefully slide off of Sandor and settle their bodies flush against one another. Sandor laid back and gazed at them as they kissed slowly, his breathing deep and steady. Kezya peeked at him, smirking as Moira trailed kisses over her neck.
"Did you like seeing me fuck her?" He asked quietly, feeling his arousal stirring again.
"I did. You made her cum good." Moira slipped a hand between Kezya's thighs, drawing a moan.
"She's wet for you, Sandor. Come get her," said Moira, smirking back at him.
Sandor rolled, making the girls giggle as he ran into them lightly. He pulled them both atop him, running his hands over their smooth skin and accepting their kisses one by one. Moira settled against Sandor's side, letting Kezya sit astride him. Kezya eyed him lovingly as she sank herself onto him, her sweet smile clashing with the absolutely wicked way she bounced upon him.
Sandor let a primal growl escape him as his hands slipped from her hips to allow her free movement.
"I'll finish too quickly. You're too good," he rasped. Kezya giggled as he rolled them so that he was on top. The giggles stopped abruptly as he rolled his hips smoothly, covering her with his body as he sought her sweet kisses. Moira watched silently, her hands running sensually over Sandor's back or Kezya's thigh, humming in intrigue in response to their sounds of pleasure. It was very much lovemaking instead of mere sex with the way Sandor buried his face in her hair to whisper affections to her, and the way Kezya's face showed absolute bliss as she clung to his every move like her existence depended on it. They shared their release, both nearly sobbing from the intensity of emotion and pleasure shared.
Moira smiled softly as she watched them share tender kisses.
"That was perfect," she whispered. "I'm plenty wet for King Robby now."
She left the two cuddling in bed and didn't return until after lunchtime.
Rumors spread among the court that the king had barricaded himself inside his room that morning. The guard that covered for Sandor that morning informed him that the king had eventually sent him on his rounds for an hour and when he returned, he heard a pounding from the inside of the chamber door. Concerned, he nearly opened the door until he heard the king and a female voice crying out in passion. He mentioned that he saw Moira exit and perform a walk of pride, slowly swishing her hips. Robert had slept the day away and so did Moira.
Sandor had noticed the king slimming down in his middle and regaining a bit of lean muscle. Moira grinned widely when he mentioned it to her one morning as he took his meal at the pub.
"It's thanks to you for giving my name. I'll have to repay your kindness." She began kissing him right at the table.
As expected, Kezya embraced them both, watching with affection.
"Come thank him in our bed tonight, love," she purred.
Later that night, Moira plopped herself backward on the bed, readily accepting Sandor's kiss as he crawled over her.
They undressed each other quickly after both had disrobed Kezya, who lay beside Moira to watch as Sandor's tongue delved deep into Moira's pussy. Kezya kissed Moira's inner thigh, spreading her wide for Sandor. Moira came hard and loud, her back arching as a hand buried in Sandor's hair. Sandor resurfaced only to be pulled into a deep kiss with Kezya. Moira sat up to watch them, her eyes dark with arousal. Kezya beckoned her closer, guiding her to straddle Sandor's lap as Kezya knelt beside them, playing with her own nipples as she watched. Moira moaned as she sank onto Sandor's cock, her hips flowing with his. They held one another tight, hot breaths mingling until they let go in unison, their cries colliding as they rode through their orgasms together.
Kezya's outstretched arms were a comfort to them both as they settled on either side of her, their arms overlapping as they embraced her together.
"Feel free to thank me again," murmured Sandor sleepily.