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Sandor Clegane - Penelope

Sandor has been angry all day. Yes from being bullied by the queen and from when he clumsily tripped on the horse shit this morning. But Joffrey, that little shit took the cake, he commanded Sandor to do many things unnecessary things today. For example, hunting down a lord just to tell him that the lord was good at his job. Sandor needs a release. His favorite place for that is at Little Finger's brothel. Sandor never sleep with the same woman. None of them interest him for long.

Before even having the chance to settle at his chambers, Sandor heads straight to his favorite place. He reaches the entrance and walks up the stairs entering a steaming and aromatic room full of people laying everywhere. Some were asleep, some were fucking, most of them on their knees begging for him to take them.

" Whoa, you look tense." a whore walks up to Sandor slowly creasing his armored shoulder. "Mind if I pleasure you tonight?" Sandor was going to accept because just anyone will satisfy his craving. As long as he can relieve his stress. But something, more like someone, catches his eyes.

A girl, probably no older than 20. Her dark black hair glisters red when the; now almost gone, sun shines on it. She had her curves in all the right places, her skin pale and chest tight and grown. She only stood at 5'3, quite short but at the same time Sandor found it attractive.

"Ah I see you're interested in our Penelope. You have keen eyes. She's a newcomer. Never bedded before.  We'll decide if she stays or goes after her first time here." the whore tells Sandor.

Sandor licks his lips. He doesn't want to waste his time on inexperienced girls but he also wants to have a taste. He's never tasted such innocent looking girl before. Maybe they'll taste different from the whores he's had before.

"Yea, I'll take her" Sandor grumbles. The whore grabs Penelope by the arm and gives her to Sandor.

"Take good care of him, sweet girl" and the whore leaves to go stalk her next victim.

Sandor doesn't say anything and let's Penelope guide him into an open room. She waits at the door for him to enter and she closes it behind her. She turns to see that the man is starting to shed off his armor. Penelope slowly walks towards the bed and lays in the middle of the bed but lays on her side as she stares at the mystery man.

She has no idea who he is. This bulky man stood well over 6'. On the left side of his face was a big burn scar. She wonders how he'd got it. Maybe he was born with it, like a birth mark? His dark hair slightly falls to block them from her view of his face whenever he turns his head to undo his armor.

Of course, she's nervous for her first time. Especially with a man so big. She just knows that whatever is down there will be just as big. She bits her lips from nervousness. She heard first times were going to hurt but if he's going to be big, maybe he's going to rip her in half and kill her. That's fine with her because she didn't want to choose a life like this. She was forced into it, by Little Finger. She had no choice.

"What are you staring at girl?" the man grunts. He's now taking off his shirt showing a scarred and harry chest. Sandor takes huge, long gulps of his ale looking back at Penelope.

"I want to know your name, my lord." Penelope informs. The man scuffs, he gives a 'are you serious' look to Penelope.

"I am no lord. Have you never heard of me before? I'm sure everyone in Westeros have heard of me at least once or twice." Sandor says but Penelope just gives him a head shake.

"I'm from a small town far away from here. I doubt I know your name."

Sandor rolls his eyes but still he told Penelope his name. "Names Sandor, remember it cause you're going to be screaming it tonight." he smirks and drops his trouser. No small cloth, just his huge cock hanging in the open.