Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

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𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 with Sandor Clegane. My heart starts beating faster and my face reddens even more than it should when he walks by, finding it very hard to look away.

And I refused to think about his future rejection. I knew he took pity on me and all he wanted was sex, but I could not bring myself to actually care.

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𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘, it happened for Sandor to enter our shared chamber grumpier than usual. I step closer to help him with his armor. He was tense and his body radiated burning anger. Hesitating, I slip my hand in his. "What's wrong?" I ask, closing the distance between us

"The fucker thought he could take you from me" his hand travels to my shoulders, tugging my dress off. I didn't understand the meaning of his words, but I'll ask him about it later, when he will calm down a bit.

I got no time to react, as I was bent over the round table. His hands roam around my bare back greedily, in such hurry as if he did not succeed to touch all of me someone will take me away. I notice him pulling out his cock and pushing it into me without wasting any time. I gasp, sensing him twitch through my lack of wetness.

He grunts, continuing to slam himself in me without mercy. It was like being torn apart and I totally loved it. My lady area felt like a burning bunch of muscles. Heat pulsates through me harder than his cock, which is starting to realise I'm getting sloppier with every thrust.

His hands move to my hips, while he bends over me leaving kisses and bites in every place he can from this new position. I moan, gripping the rounded edges of the table, as my legs turn into jelly.

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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐌𝐄, Sandor explained that during training he overheard one of the knights boasting to his squire about how he'll bend me over the Iron Throne and take me. Before I could ask him what happened to that knight he spoke again

"When I get the chance I'm going to steal you and make you my wife. And then I'm going to fuck you in the middle of a forest" he had told me before locking me into the safety of his chambers. Somehow he made the Queen Regent let him keep me in his room, not with her and her scared hens.

I say goodbye to Sansa and instead of drinking myself to death as I planned I will, I spent my time about this or that.

What is Sandor doing right now?

What about Sansa?

What about Robb?

What about mother and Bran and Rickon or Jon?

"I'm going to steal you and make you my wife."

Please, let Sandor live, please.

Fretting around wasn't something I am used to. I've been here since Gods remember and not once I thought of Robb's war or the tears mother shed or if my half-brother I could never bring myself to hate despite his status was still alive.

I jump on my feet alarmed. A loud sound I wasn't able to describe is heard, making me brush my thoughts away. The room did not have any windows from I might be allowed to see the battlefield. I panic more.

Sandor. Sandor, please come to me.

And as if the Gods were actually listening to my prayers the door opens and Sandor bursts in. I rise and run towards him. He looks back at me with sad eyes, trying to mask the fear, whispering "The Imp set the Blackwater on fire" for a time we stare at each other, but we quickly stop, remembering we can't just sit and do nothing in this situation.

By instinct I start packing as lightly as I could, while Sandor explained how he told the King to fuck off.

We step carefully out of his chamber and walk to Sansa's.

Sandor places himself down on a chair, tired, hoping my sister will show up. In that time I approach Sansa's jewellery collection, shoving in my bag anything that looks really expensive. "The little bird won't be happy when she realises her necklaces and earrings will be given for wine and rough bread" Sandor states

"Well, she will be happy when we make it out alive" I snap

Just then my sister enters. She did not see us in the dark until Sandor got her attention. "The lady is starting to panic" She turns around scared to see us staring back at her

"What are you doing here" she mainly asks Sandor

"Not here for long. We're going" Sandor spoke so calmly

"Where?"

"Someplace that isn't burning. North might be, could be"

"What about the King?"

"He can die just fine on his own" he took a sip of wine

"I can take you with me too. Take you to Winterfell. I'll keep both of you safe. Do you want to go home? "

"I'll be safe here"

"Sansa-"

"Stannis won't hurt me" she cut me

"And what if Stannis loses?"

"Dany..." Sansa steps closer to me "You-You can't go with someone like... him. He-" He didn't rape me, sweet sister

"He did nothing I did not wish of" I let my fingers tangle in her hair
"Sansa, please, you have to go with us" I plead

"I-" She starts, but she didn't know what to say

Sandor got in front of me, facing my sister, leaning closer to her, who flinched at the sudden move
"Look at me" he snarled "Stannis is a killer. The Lannisters are killers. Your father was a killer. Your brother is a killer. Your sons will be killers someday. The world is build by killers. So you'd better get used to look at them"

"You won't hurt me"

"No, little bird, I won't hurt you"

My sister gives me one final hug and a kiss on my cheek before watching us leave.

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