A Songbird and Her Hound
Chapter 2 : A Heated Touch & A Starving Hunger.
NOTE : NSFW CONTENT AHEAD !
The frenzied pair had made it to Lenila's chamber in record time, bearing no mind to any prying eyes as their hands remained locked and chests heaved with the anticipation of release and sweet love. Their bodies were in constant gravitation, each of the pair almost entangling themselves in the other as time passed. This was bliss. This was a reunion that had took more time than either of the lovers anticipated- the pain, the pure anguish felt was nothing but a buzzing fly, insignificant to the emotions they now felt. Right in this moment.
"I truly thought I'd never see you again." A small crease appeared between Lenila's delicate brows, eyes that were normally wise beyond years shined with uncertainty and hints of echoing pain.
Words roughly spoken, held a shade of affection as Sandor closed the chamber door behind him with a loud snap. "If not for an old fool – I would've been rotting in the dirt. You'd have him to thank for it."
Turning her body to face him, Lenila searched his ragged but still handsome face for some explanation before allowing herself to breathe a resigned sigh. "You made me a vow, Sandor Clegane, and I made you a promise. I would kiss the feet of a thousand men and bargain my body for thousands more if it meant in the end you would return to me."
Heated eyes searched her with reverence as Lenila reached around her back to pull hastily at her gown's laces. There was no more talking then, just bodies hurrying over each other to undress in as little time as possible.
Hands that had seen bloodshed and death plucked at Lenila's gown without care as she traced soft butterfly kisses down Sandor's square jaw, straight teeth teasingly scraping delicate skin. Finally, heated light caramel skin laid vulnerable to the icy wind of Winterfell, goosebumps flickered into perception and nipples the colour of pale pink roses budded into hard peaks in need to be touched as Lenila's dress fell to the ground and was ignored.
A sharp inhale rang throughout the chamber, Sandor's frame stiffening as he appraised her. Hands that were so intent on disrobing her fell away from her form and tightened into fists at his side, knuckles becoming white with the force. It was almost like he was afraid of touching the art that was her body, marring the pure innocence of the tanned skin with filth.
There was no fire burning in the chamber though candles were strewn around sporadically, the soft light encased Lenila's body in a warm hue. Hair as dark as raven wings curled around her form and swayed with each step she took towards her lover- an impassioned gleam in her eyes as she took in the form still fully clothed opposite her.
Slightly trembling hands reached towards Sandor as he shook in suspense for the incoming heated contact- face giving away nothing. Was he afraid she would not find him attractive? Did he not find her attractive any longer? In the years they had been separated Lenila had changed after all: there were now raised, pink scars dotted around her slender body- stretch marks that were missing before shined in the low light at Lenila's frequent weight loss & gain.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." He rasped, eyes flickering shut with a heavy groan as she took his face in her silken palm- pressing a warm kiss to his mouth.
Trailing her other hand down his chest, Lenila traced his clothed shape, sharp nails hooking into the material as she made it to his waistband and fingered the fabric lovingly. "There are no others for me, Sandor. Only you. Forever only you."
A breathy sigh tumbled from her luscious lips as they parted in her surprise, Sandor's hand gripped her unclothed buttock harshly- his thick fingers surely leaving bruises as that one hand encased her cheek. "Let me…" She sighed, eyes that scrunched shut opening- dilated pupils making her eyes dark and smoldering.
The hand gripping her cheek slackened, allowing her to disrobe him. Lenila had done so gently but not without some shaking to her form as she finally drank him in with hungry eyes. He was not beautiful, it would be a lie to say he was. However, to Lenila he was god-like. His body bore the signs of battle and war, hardened by the experiences he had lived through. Scars rough and ugly stood stark against the tanned skin, some overwrote the others, as if re-branded time and time again making them raised and bumpy. He was muscular and broad- making her feel as if she was the most delicate flower. Though she was not.
Falling to her knees, Lenila's head titled upwards- lips pouting as her mouth salivated at the prospect of exactly what she was planning to do. "I wish to service my love, one whom returned to me, even after all this time."
A chocked sound escaped Sandor, his naked body flushing in the low light as he regarded her with eyes of smoldering smoke- contrary to what one might think, a gentle hand pushed aside strands of silken hair and tilted her chin further to face him as his lips pulled into a grim smile. "Even in death, I would return to you, sweet songbird."
Tinkling laughter filled the chamber as Lenila brought her eyes to Sandor's impressive length- wetting her lips she paused, bringing a hand to the base of him and gripping tightly. Best reward her lover for his sweet words, who would have ever thought that Sandor Clegane could be such a romantic? She remembered what he liked- stern touches, a touch that he could feel and so she squeezed, moaning for his pleasure.
Lenila felt his body first tense then a great big shudder passed through him as she began moving, working her hand on his hard, thick length as a drop of pre-cum glimmered at his tip. Either of them must have let some kind of whine escape as the chamber rattled when Lenila's tongue scooped the pearl with her tongue- tasting his salty musk and sighing in absolute pleasure.
From his lips spilled nonsense, murmurings and mutterings of some unknown origin to Lenila's mind as she worked him- sucking and slobbering with vigor, her hand working the length she could not fit in her mouth, tightening and squeezing periodically, just to hear his stuttered groans.
Sandor's hand tightened in her hair, his hips stuttering in movement as he began to grind her face towards his pelvis- the hairs there tickling her nose as he hit the back of her throat with a roaring cry. With her other hand, Lenila reached to his sac, fondling his balls as she breathed erratically through her nose. He was close, she could feel it in the tightness of his body and the harsh pull of his hand in her hair as he moved her head.
"That's it, wet my cock." He growled, a choked sound- gruff and powerful.
Lenila could not help the indecent noises that spilled out of her mouth as he fucked her throat, the vibrations causing his hips to stagger as he immediately pulled out of her- his cock bobbed as it glistened in the low light of the candles. Lenila's chin was soaked, her slobber trailing down her throat as she gazed up at him with a sick, satisfied smile.
"Does my Lord approve?"
"On the bed." He pointed his finger toward the rather large object, ignoring her words- wrapping an arm around her waist and hoisting her up around him.
The magnificence of his body aroused her- the muscles that bore no comparison to others holding her with seemingly no effort as she wrapped her legs around him, tilting her head back at the sensation of his proud cock grinding into her wet center. She could felt herself tightening against the emptiness in her core as she grounded onto him- face twitching with the loud moan she gave out. Lenila could hear the fain rumbling chuckles of Sandor's as he lowered them to the bed, encasing her with his body.
"A wanton whore in a lady's body. What unlucky cunt did I kill that the god's rewarded me with such a gift?" He groaned as he thrusted.
Sandor's lips covered hers in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongues battled for dominance as they shared a relieved moan of release. It had been so long, Lenila doubted she would ever forget how it felt to be together as one again after all that time. Her body shook in need as Sandor growled above her, his face focused on her and only her- eyes wild and body glistening as his powerful hips allowed her a moment to adjust.
"Lenila." He groaned, as if a starved man.
"Sandor." She panted, wrapping an arm around his neck and the other around his waist as if he was an anchor. "Fuck me." She whimpered, cheeks reddening prettily with her crass words.
And so… Sandor fucked. The powerful body of his jolting her's with every snap of his hips, the sounds of their joining echoing around the room almost as indecently as their joined moans. Their lovemaking was frenzied, loving, powerful… it all cemented one fact – neither would live without the other once more. Never again.
Sometime much later, settled and warm, Lenila ran her fingertips across the expanse of Sandor's chest, twirling rough hair in her grasp. Their bodies were still slick with sweat and other fluids, but Lenila didn't mind much and neither did Sandor as he clutched at her body, unwilling to let go.
"I love you." She whispered into the dark night, the previously burning candles had burned ou- bathing the room in darkness. Lenila let them- they had been going for what seemed like hours and Lenila would not deny being absolutely exhausted. The last thing on her mind was to raise and re-light them.
"And I you." He replied, tightening his hand at her hip as his body gave a big sigh and then relaxed- almost like he had just confessed something he had been keeping to himself for decades.
"Have you spoken to Sansa?"
Sandor's head shook back and forth as a response to her question, his nose burying into her nose and inhaling deeply. "She has changed." He said after a beat.
"Yes. She is stronger now. Fierce." Lenila's gaze ventured off to the distance, her mind flashing briefly with the images of what both of them went through to eventually reclaim Wintefell. It took almost everything.
"If you both left with me, you could've avoided that… The pain." Sandor remarked idly, a large hand brushing her long, wavy hair gently in his grasp. Heart pinging at the thought of Lenila's numerous new scars.
"Perhaps. Or we'd both be dead."
"Not a single man in the god's forsaken seven kingdoms would harm you. Not one. I'd kill every fucker there was before I let them harm a single hair on either of your heads."
Snorting at the string of direct words, Lenila believed him wholeheartedly. He would kill any man wishing to do them harm – she would not hide the flicker of renewed arousal that coursed through her tired bones. "Now, now. Lay calm, my valiant protector- thou are here now nor are you leaving any time in the near future."
Sandor snorted, his chest rising with the motion. "Shitty job of that I did. Valiant Protector."
"You don't agree?" Lenila raised herself on her elbow, almost hovering above Sandor as she gazed into his hardened eyes. "I could not leave with you, Sandor. You know this- would you have rather me left with you and let Sansa be eaten by those venomous vipers?"
There was a beat of silence between the reunited lovers as each thought about what could have been different. Perhaps both of them would have lead their lives differently but the past was the past and Lenila refused to be constricted within that tragedy.
"I could have prevented these…" He whispered into the night, a hand stroking the length of her leg softly- scars rippling below the surface, a reminder of his absence.
Neither of the lovers spoke another word, Lenila could feel the itch in Sandor's chest to add something or… confess something but chose to ignore it for now. Though there was an air of sadness and regret in the room, it didn't change Lenila's wholehearted joy for Sandor's return. Of course, the pair of lovers would have to discuss what happened in the years of separation in more detail but this was neither the time or the place.
Instead, they would feast upon one another and reacquaint themselves in the most profound sense before the rest of the seven kingdoms rained fire upon them and broke their little private bubble.
Afterall, Winter was coming…