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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Sandor_Clegane/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Sandor_Clegane, Sansa_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, book_canon
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-29 Words: 2122
****** Alone in the woods ******
by Maroucia
Summary
     Bonus scene from ‘The Exchange’ taking place at the end of chapter 6.
     Warning for underage, masturbation and brief thoughts of ducbon/
     noncon - After Sansa kisses him, Sandor has no choice but to take
     himself in hand in the woods.
Notes
     This is a very special short fic written for Westeroswolf’s name day!
     Happy birthday to you, Westeroswolf! It’s a bonus scene from my other
     fic, ‘The Exchange’, and takes place right after Sansa kisses Sandor
     for the first time in chapter 6. If you have never read ‘The
     Exchange’, I think it’s possible you’ll enjoy it anyway but if you
     are currently reading it, I suggest you to finish it first and read
     this after since this is more like a bonus scene and wouldn’t fit
     with the progression of the story.
     A giant thank you to one of our fandom’s best author/creator!
     Kimberlite8 is so generous and she proved it once more by dedicating
     some of her precious time to beta this fic for me! :D
The sound of dry twigs and dead wood crackled underfoot with each of Sandor’s
steps as he strode through the dark woods. His heart pumped wildly in his chest
and his mind raced at full speed. The girl, the bloody girl, had just kissed
him. What the fuck was that crazy little bird thinking doing things like that?
From those pretty and courteous knights he’d so often seen her swoon over to
himself, there seemed to be quite a descent. She couldn’t really have lowered
her standards that much, could she?
 
Stop dreaming, you bloody old fool. That girl has not an ounce of interest in
unsavoury dogs like you. She did it solely to thank you,Sandor reasoned, that
idea somehow even more absurd than the previous one. Stupid little bird.
Maidens or whores, it made no matter, females shouldn’t kiss men like him
unless they were ready to pay the consequences and go all the way. She was
playing at a dangerous game here but the most amazing part in all of this was
that the girl was truly oblivious as to how much she was looking for trouble
with her actions.
 
Calm down, dog, Sandor told himself. You can’t blame her. She’s been raised in
a parallel world that has nothing to do with reality by those senseless parents
of hers. If she’d have understood the evil she had awaken by breaking the
barrier that existed between them, the barrier which had kept him from acting
on his most basic impulses so far, there was no doubt she’d have stayed on her
bedroll with her eyes squeezed shut to give the pretense of sleep.
 
Why so fucking fast? Sandor suddenly wondered, slowing his pace.If I didn’t
know any better, I’d believe I was fleeing from something.The man snorted at
the thought. Perhaps he was - there was no knowing what might have happened if
he had stayed with her even a moment longer. He’d been hard from the moment she
had pressed her lips to his - no matter how innocent the gesture had been - yet
his arousal had become even more intense once he took charge and kissed her for
real. To taste her delicious plump lips and soft little tongue had been
intoxicating to him – overwhelmingly so - to the point that Sandor soon
realised his control would evade him if he kept at it for even an instant
longer. There was only one cure he knew of for the state she had put him in
that didn’t involve sullying her in one way or another and Sandor had every
intention of resorting to it now that he was on his own.
 
And here’s a good place as any other, he surmised, halting and turning around
to peer toward the clearing in which he and the girl were installed for the
night. The light their fire emitted was dim and faraway enough by now, although
not so much so that Sandor had to worry that anything might happen to the
little bird without him noticing. He would do what he had to standing up and
alert, fulfilling his duty protecting her even as he let off some steam.
 
His eyes on the distant glow, Sandor leaned his back against the trunk of a
large tree and unlaced his breeches until his swollen member was freed. Without
waiting an instant, he took himself in hand, circling his width in a firm hold.
He was certainly at his hardest, the man realised, feeling the taut skin and
the stiffness under it. Glancing down, he could see a drop of seed was already
pearling at the end of his manhood and reflecting in the firelight.
 
Time was not something Sandor had and thus he immediately started to stroke
himself. His cock was staggeringly sensitive and from the very first pump, the
ache that had burdened him was chased away and replaced by the familiar but no
less exhilarating thrill that always preceded his peaks.Seven Hells. And to
think that a simple kiss had heated his blood more efficiently than a whore on
all fours, cunt ready to receive him, could ever have. Was it because of how
unusual it was? Of all the wenches that had serviced him over the years, very
few had ever kissed him at all. Women who had made coupling their profession
didn’t have time to waste on such trifles and besides, none were naïve enough
to believe that was something a man of his sort might long for. Sandor almost
laughed at the thought. Had he longed for it now? The mere notion was bloody
ridiculous, nevertheless, seeing how his body had reacted, there was no denying
he had relished it. He would gladly take more sweet little kisses from her.
That and much more…
 
His large hand tugging down and squeezing harder at his member, Sandor
shuddered and groaned at the almost painful increase in sensation the action
triggered. The rough sound of his own voice surprised him as it cut through the
thick silence that enveloped the night. Loosening his fist and slowing his
movements, he laid his eyes on the glimmer of the campfire again. The little
bird most likely had not heard him due to the distance but the very fact that
he had briefly considered the possibility reminded him of how truly near she
was. What would the girl’s reaction be if, frightened by some noise coming from
the gloom around her, she ran to his side only to find him like that? She’d
probably be scared – and with good reasons,Sandor thought wryly. Still, the man
also hoped that she’d be at least a little curious. It was ludicrous and
something he’d never admit to anyone but he secretly dreamed that she would
want him back.
 
His mood souring at the thought, Sandor scowled into the darkness and stilled
his hand completely. While he knew there was no hope that she’d ever desire
him, the fact that he yearned for the little bird’s willingness made him feel
somewhatguilty for using the memory of a perfectly innocent gesture to satisfy
his own depraved urges. She was clearly clueless of the effect she had on him
and the idea that a simple kiss from her could spark his lust had obviously
never even crossed her mind. To look with lecherous eyes on what was nothing
more than the silliness of a bloody child – for that was what she was, no
matter the deceptive curves that showed through the fabric of her gown - felt
almost as if he was abusing her somehow.
 
“What a load of horseshit,” Sandor hissed under his breath, abruptly changing
his mind.
 
Why by the seven buggering hells should he feel any guilt for relieving himself
by his own means? In truth he was doing her a favour. Wasn’t he saving her from
far worst by taking himself in hand? No matter her ignorance, the fact was the
little bird had been the one to provoke him and a man like him could easily
save himself a lot of trouble by simply taking her right there and then on the
forest ground. If the girl had a lick of sense in her, she should be grateful
he took care of himself, for that meant he was leaving her a maiden still.
 
With that in mind, Sandor stopped holding back and let his hand do the dirty
job with no more restraints. He would fuck her in his mind. Anyhow, there was
no denying the truth: he had done it often enough already, only never without a
wall in between them and certainly not with the taste of her skin and mouth
still lingering on his tongue.
 
Putting more of his weight against the tree behind him, Sandor began thrusting
his fist around his cock with added vigour. Although he could discern the light
of their small fire and even the outline of his horse further away, it was
impossible for him to see the little bird, settled as she was on the bedroll.
Still, he could picture her well enough. In his mind’s eye, she was lying under
her furs, all chaste and inviting. When he’d come to her, she’d not reject him,
she’d allow him to push all the unnecessary covers away from her alluring
little shape. He’d raise her skirts high over her waist and since this was his
fantasy, he decided she’d be wet when he dipped his fingers into her.
 
“Gods,” Sandor murmured while adding pressure on his cock. As if it had a life
of its own and was begging for more, the damned thing was pulsating under his
palm and propelling him to ground his hips against the flat of his hand as if
it believed the girl’s tight and warm cunt was right in front of him.
 
His agitation intensifying by the second, Sandor moaned and shifted against the
trunk. How fucking good it would be to feel the little bird’s virgin cunt open
for him. While he had never understood what all the fuss about maidens was, to
be the girl’s first man and break through her veil would be a dream come true.
He craved to soil every bloody inch of her pure, smooth skin until there was
naught left of her he hadn’t consumed and put his mark on. Was it dirty of him
to want her so and to long to subject her to his thirst?
 
No, not at all… he hastily concluded. It fact, it was as natural as the air he
breathed. And in some inexplicable fashion, while she didn’t know it and would
never agree, the girl was his already. He had hungered for her for so long and
so bloody intently that no other man could ever touch her without stealing
something from him. Something that was undeniably his.
 
I’d take her. Again and again and she would like it. Love it even, oh yes she
would,he decided, increasing the speed of his shoves into the tight circle of
his fist all the while feeling the sweat beading on his brow and rolling down
his cheeks. If only the little bird could know how much she was his… perhaps
then she’d willingly open her pretty white legs for him. I’d kiss her teats,
lick at her soft skin, spread her thighs and bury myself into her… He could
almost picture her all open up like a flower before him as he fucked the hell
out of her and destroyed all traces of that oh so precious maidenhead …
 
Fuck… Sandor cursed, sensing his climax coming near. Throwing his head back, he
grunted as waves of burning pleasure came from his all too full balls and
spread throughout his groin area. A thousand pounds was lifted from his
shoulder as his seed came splashing out of his shaft, falling in heavy drops
onto the forest ground. For a few seconds, he shivered, desperately moving his
hand over his cock while pretending he was spending himself in the deepness of
her belly as she greedily took it all in.
 
For as long as his release lasted, Sandor was content and didn’t care for
anything in the world that wasn’t the bliss that he was assailed with; however,
the moment was shortly over with. As it always did whenever he relieved himself
with the little bird on his mind, the aftermath left a bitter taste in his
mouth. Drained of all fervor, he gazed at the faraway flames of the fire and
felt pathetic. The excuses he had made for himself in the heat of passion
suddenly sounded abject and empty. Why should it matter? he wondered honestly
once his mind was less foggy. Fantasising about a female he had set his
interest on was nothing to be ashamed of. Every man did it when a woman took
his fancy and it was only natural that he’d want to calm his ardour by his own
means if the latter was out of his reach. Although with that kiss, the bloody
girl now felt all too reachable…
 
Fucking rubbish,Sandor mused, lacing his breeches. No matter the kiss, Sansa
Stark was still as inaccessible as the buggering Maiden herself … unless he
took her unwilling.
 
Sandor winced. That was a sensible solution to his problem but for some reason,
he was averse to truly consider it. Shaking his head to chase the idea away, he
slowly started to make his way toward their camp, his mood as dark as the woods
around him. He’d see in time how to deal with the issue but for now, he’d leave
her alone. As long as she left him alone too.
 
 
 
 
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