Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

29 - Nights to Remember

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'Disgusting caveman,' Meela mutters.
Her nose scrunched with disgust when she sees her lover eating. Sandor was hungrily gobbling his last piece of pork chop, holding onto the bone and slurping it sloppily. The sounds he was making made her lose her appetite and she turned away.

That was how the Hound was. Whether it was eating or killing or fucking her, he devours it like there isn't a tomorrow. Sandor Clegane never cares about what people around him would think.  Whether he was filthy, or mean or dirty, he didn't care at all. Frankly that was one of the many reasons why she loved him. Of course hyginity aside.

'Sorry, do I look like one of the highborn ladies?' He mocks.

He then adds further.
'If you look around we aren't exactly in a fancy castle-'

'Still, we are out here in the woods. Cant you be a little more hygienic?' She cuts him off.

'Says the woman who sucked me dry and rode me on dirt and wet moss.' He sneers.

Meela couldn't help but blush when she remembered last night's events. Memories of him making intense love with her brought dirtier fantasies in her mind.

'I don't know how you women do it. Ya can be so dirty and filthy-minded and ramble about being polite and hygiene the next day. Don't sing your songs at me, naughty woman.' He gives her a lazy smirk.

'Whatever. Don't even think about touching me with those hands.'

'My hands? Oh you don't need them to pleasure you woman. All you need is my cock. It's simple. You wrap your legs around my waist, dig your fingers on my back and hang on for dear life while all I have to do is ram my cock into your sweet tight cunt-'

'Oh my!! You disgusting man. Erghhhh!' She rolls her eyes and turns away. Sandor had a fit of laughter when he saw her blush in embarrassment.

They continued their journey for the next two days and luckily for them, they didn't cross paths with any soldiers or armed men. She was safe from the clutches of other savages but had fallen prey to Sandor. Nothing could save her from the Hound's libido. He wouldn't let her out of his sight for even seconds. Neither could he refrain himself from touching her. He would just fondle or grope her or start kissing her neck and slowly make his way to her lips, even while they were on Stranger. If she so ever questioned him, he would just unmount the horse and head straight to the nearest tree to have his way with her.

Of course, he always makes sure that she isn't only wet and ready for him, but that she would also come hard in the end from the pleasure he was giving her. At times Meela would complain that he is so foul-minded and always lusts for her, but even he knew she secretly loved every moment of it.

She would be talking and rambling about stuff while he would just stare in awe of her beauty and slam his lips on hers without warning. Or whenever she was talking he would mumble an 'hmm' and start kissing her neck and that would lead to serious, rough lovemaking.

He never realised that at nights before he slept, he would hold her close and silently mutter thanks to the gods for giving him a goddess. Alas, even the scarred man started questioning his own faith and begin believing that there was someone out there superior to all the others. He didn't know who, was it the god of death, or fire or any other crook but he knew there was someone. And Sandor could only thank him for letting him be with Meela. Sandor wouldn't tell her how he felt, but he was happy. So happy he gets to be with her. So happy she wants him. So overwhelmed that she loves him.