Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

His northern beauty - Sandor x Reader

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Sandor grunted, as the thick sticky white ribbons of cum spurted out over her rounded breasts. The woman giggling loudly, as some made its way to her chin. Gods she was beautiful in moments like this; not that she wasn't beautiful normally, but when she was naked, a thin sheen of sweat covering her skin and his cum clinging to her flesh, she was perfect. Her eyes looking at him lovingly, as she placed her hand on the scared side of his face. Sandor closing his eyes for a moment and savouring her touch, before he leant down to whisper into her ear.........

"Your turn............" The big man whispered to her, before moving quickly down her body; he pushing her legs apart so that he could fit perfectly between them. Sandor smiling when he heard the moan that came from her soft lips, as his nose nudged at her sensitive nub, and his tongue made its way past her sweet silken folds. Her hand gripping at his hair, as he delved as deep as possible.

He should not be here. He should not be like this, enjoying the warmth of his own high, while making his woman find hers. He should have been dead ten times......a hundred times over; he should have died when his brother pushed his face into the brazier, all those years ago, he should have died in the countless skirmishes and battles that he had been through. He should have died at the hands of Brienne, or his final clash with Gregor; but here he was, feeling his ardour grow again as with wife......his wolf, moaned out his name.

From the moment that he had seen her when he had had to follow Robert up north with the rest of the royal entourage; she stood there between her mother and her brother, Robb, Sandor had been fascinated with her, despite himself. She......(Y/n), was a true northern beauty; windswept and strong. She proving more and more, with every day that the Baratheons remained at Winterfell, that she was truly her father's daughter, yet with a spirit that was most definitely her own. And thought he would not admit it, Sandor had found himself watching her, wanting to be close to her every chance that he got. She never seeming to be afraid of him, to want to shy away when they were close. The younger Clegane even impressed when he had caught her sparring with Robb, the bastard Snow, and the Greyjoy boy. Yet he was not impressed by the words of the imp who had come to join him; he sure that the little man knew that he thought her to be something special.

"Quite a beauty, is she not.........?" Sandor just grunting and turning away from the fighting practice between the siblings and ward.

"And unlike her younger sister, that one is ripe for the picking......." The Hound's grip on the balcony rail getting tighter at the lord's words.

"If my nephew had any real sense, he would be wanting to marry her instead; but he's not man enough, and never will be, to be able to deal with a girl like that. A girl that has fire, passion and a mind of her own, no. I believe not even my sister could fight against a creature like that, and that is why it has to be the younger girl. Sansa can be molded; made to do what the family wants. But (Y/n), (Y/n) will only ever do as she wishes. She should make life in Kings Landing very interesting when her father becomes Robert's Hand........." Tyrion chuckling as Sandor turned to look at him.

"Did you not know........? Well, let me be the bearer of glad tidings. Robert has given poor Ned basically no other choice than to become his new hand; and all the girls are accompanying him, to the capital. It should give you a chance to get to know the she-wolf, better.......a chance to use that winning personality of yours to charm her....... Though I should imagine that that one will be hard to tame, even for a dog like you. So, good luck with that..........." The little lord raising his glass, before leaving the big man; Sandor sure that one day he would very much like to squish the youngest lion like a bug, but for now..........The sworn sword choosing to turn back and watch as the lovely girl fought against the three boys.

"Oh, gods........Sandor.......I......I am so close....... please......please don't stop.........." (Y/n) moaned; Sandor able to feel her tremble a little under his touch. The big man moving his tongue up to her nub, before slowly pushing two fingers inside her; his movements causing her to gasp, to grip tightly at the sheets beneath her body. A smile coming to his lips, as he looked up and watched her grab at her own breasts; his cum coating them completely, as she massaged them and pinched her nipples. Sandor unable to stop the groan that left him at the sight, he knowing he needed more than this; that he wanted to make her cum with him inside her. A whimper coming for his lover as he suddenly pulled away from her.

"S......Sandor.......what............? Oh.............." (Y/n)'s head falling back as he pushed his hard cock inside her. The she-wolf shouting out his name in pleasure, as his pace quickened, as his thrusts grew more forceful. And even though he did not believe in the gods, at moments like this, he couldn't help but thank them, old and new, for letting him survive and giving him a gift like (Y/n); the lady, the best thing that had ever happened to him, perhaps the only good thing that had ever happened to him. And even though they had had their ups and downs, even though they had lost one another more than once; now, in this new world where they could live a peaceful life, Sandor swore that he and his northern beauty would never be apart again.