Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Know you better - Sandor x Reader

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Sandor couldn't help but groan to himself when he saw her making her way through the Keep towards him. Now the groan, you must understand, was not because he disliked her, or she annoyed him, like so many others in that rotten castle did, in the whole damned city did, no; he groaned because he did like her, because she didn't annoy him, and that no one should be as bright, as light and cheery as she was, in that shit hole. That, and unlike everyone else, she didn't seem to be the slightest bit scared or intimidated by him, which was something that he really wasn't used to.

(Y/n) hadn't been in the Red Keep for too long; she a handmaiden that had come to the capital from the Dornish Marches, the granddaughter of Ser Barristan Selmy's, sister. Yet despite her lack of time in Kings Landing, and in spite of her uncle's intimidating reputation, that didn't mean that she hadn't amassed her fair share of attention. The eyes of every man in the Keep seeming to have fallen on her. Not that Sandor could blame any of them, for (Y/n) was undeniably beautiful......more than beautiful. A rare flower that had grown, flourished such an arid and rocky landscape. The Hound finding that just like all the others, he was not immune to her charms; in fact, since the moment he had first seen her, he had found himself imagining how her flesh would feel against his rough fingertips. How her naked form would feel against his as he lay over her in his bed. There having been more than one night, where he had pleasured himself with the thoughts of her. Where he had spat into his palm and imagined that the wetness came from her mouth, or her pretty little cunt. Sandor grunting, often growling out her name, as white ribbons of cum shot out, all over his belly.

"Good evening, Sandor.........." The big man shaking the thoughts of her screaming out his name from his mind, as he suddenly realised that (Y/n) was right there in front of him. His cock twitching in his breeches, as she looked up at him and smiled. Her smile, as always, seeming to light up the normal gloom of the ancient building. A part of him wanting to be as gruff with her, as he was with everyone else, to send her on her way with a flea in her ear, telling her not to bother him, but he couldn't. He really couldn't. Sandor finally simply nodding in reply to her greeting. The gesture making her smile grow all the more; that, or she had noticed that his eyes kept being draw to the tops of her breasts. He hoping that she could not read his mind; that she would not know that he would very much like to find his cock between those two glorious mounds. That he would like the tip of his manhood to slip into her mouth, as the shaft was enveloped by her bosom. Sandor cursing at himself, as he felt himself harden; sure, that if he didn't do something about his aching cock, soon, (Y/n) might just find herself pushed up against the nearest wall, her skirts up around her waist, before he buried himself deep inside her.

"I......I was wondering........" Sandor finding himself gulping at the large lump that had instantly formed in his throat, as (Y/n) took a step closer.

"Whether you would be having to watch over the king this evening, or if you would be free........?" She continued. The Hound's mind going to how Robert had already sent him away. The king grinning as he had looked to the two whores that sat on his bed, before dismissing Sandor for the evening, then closing the door to his private rooms.

"Why.........?" His rather gruff question not seeming to put (Y/n) off at all. In fact, she simply took another step towards him. Her eyes sparkling in the light of the torches that hung from their sconces, as she looked up at him. There something behind her stare, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on; but it had him intrigued. Actually, it had him so fucking hard that it was getting more and more difficult for him to just stand there without touching himself. To at least adjust his cock so that it didn't feel as though the ties of his breeches were going to burst at any moment.

"Well. I have a rather fine bottle of wine in my room, and I was hoping that you might like to come and join me in drinking it. I thought it would give us a chance to get to know one another better.............."

"Better........?" Sandor queried. His brows furrowing slightly. Not sure why anyone would want to get to know him better, especially such a beautiful creature as (Y/n). The younger Clegane looking up, as suddenly the handmaiden giggled.

"Oh Sandor, do I have to spell it out........?" She now stood right in front of him. (Y/n) gesturing for him to lean down, so that she could speak to him a little quieter. The Hounds eyes widening as her lips ghosted over his ear, and her hand found its way to his crotch. Sandor grunting as she began to firmly rub his aching cock.

"I would like to get to know you better.......so much better. And in return, I would like you to get to know me........all of me. But if you would rather just stand here all night, or just be on your own, I will understand......." Her words drifting through the haze in his mind that her touch was causing. Another groan coming from deep inside him, as her teeth bite down onto the lobe of ear.

"Good night, Sandor..........." (Y/n) added, before pulling away. The young woman placing a kiss to his cheek, before turning and making her way down the dimly lit corridor. The big man standing there for a moment, his hand on his cheek where she had kissed him. His manhood already missing her touch. Sandor knowing that there was only one thing that he could do; only one thing that he wanted to do.

"Wait for me, woman..........." He called out. Making his way to catch up with (Y/n) as quickly as he could. Wanting nothing more than to get to know her better in any way that she would let him.