The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Make You Beg

"Curse this rain!" Arya muttered as the trio took cover within a small cave the following evening.

"Arya!" Natari gasped and threw her a disapproving look.

"The girl spends too much time with you. The bad habits are catching," Sandor laughed deeply and slunk down to the floor.

"And I spend too much with you," she teased back as she began to prepare a fire.

"You weren't saying that yesterday," he hissed into her ear and Arya frowned at them both. "When you gonna tell the girl? I want to be able to touch you as I please." 

"When the time is right," she whispered back and looked over at Arya as she made herself a small bed and Sandor scoffed at her response.

Once they had eaten and dried off from the rain, Arya fell to sleep and the gentle sound of her breathing filled the air.

"I don't know she does, falling to sleep so quickly" Natari sighed as she watched her little sister.

Sandor sat close to her,  grunted an inaudible response as his eyes focused on the fire in front of them.

"It really scares you?" she spoke barely above a whisper as she looked over at him and then to the crackling flames.

Sandor stayed silent as she moved to sit on top of him, straddling him with her legs. Gently, she reached out and touched the scarred flesh on his skin. Sandor shot his eyes to hers and frowned. She didn't pull back though as she continued to run her fingers across the skin and he slowly closed his eyes to her touch.

"You know?" He mumbled

Natari nodded as he opened his dark eyes. "How?"

"Why would that matter now?" she whispered and then lightly traced her fingers across his wide lips.

Sandor sighed heavily and quickly brought his lips to meet hers in a gentle kiss.

"Your brother?" she whispered.

"Aye my brother, he didn't like that I was playing with his toy. He was fucking 15 already and never played with it, but when he saw me..." Sandor stopped for a brief second and looked over at the flames. "He picked me up and pushed me into the fire. The pain was bad, but the smell was worse. My father told everyone my bedding had caught fire and a few months later, my brother was knighted by the mad king himself. Fucking knighted!" he sighed again and turned to look back at her.

"You're not alone anymore Sandor," she whispered, feeling sorrow for the man she had grown to love.

"Oh yeah," he scoffed.

Natari stood up and looked down at him as she grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up. Sandor pushed himself to his feet and then followed her out of the cave. Slowly, she led him to the wall outside as she leant back into the hard rock and pulled him towards her.

"I want you," she whispered.

Sandor was already hard for her, but he had told himself he would take her in a warm bed, he would light candles and make it special for her.

"I ain't taking you maidenhood here," he groaned as she gently rubbed her hand over his breeches.

"I want you, Sandor," she whispered again and smiled wickedly.

Sandor grunted, he could not deny this woman of anything and gently bent down and lifted her up so they were eye level and she leant in to kiss him. Sandor had a firm grip on her bum as he pulled her away from the rocks and slowly bent down so they were both on the cold forest floor. He was leaning on top of her now as he began to kiss and suck fiercely at her neck. In response, she was digging her nails into his back as he began to untie her dress and then suck at her nipples. They were both breathing heavily now as Sandor ran one of his hands up her dress. She was already wet for him as he continued to suck and run his fingers over the sensitive spot between her legs.

"I want to taste you again woman," he growled into her ear before he moved further down her body.

Natari was already shaking slightly as he began to kiss the soft skin of her upper thighs. When his tongue finally touched her womanhood, she let out a soft moan and Sandor had to control himself. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there, rough and hard, but wanted Natari to beg and moan for him. Continuing to tease her with his tongue, he slowly moved two fingers inside of her. She was so tight and he worried how much his hardness would hurt her as he continued to stretch her with his fingers.

Natari was calling out his name now as she felt her head grow fuzzy. A warming mist had completely taken over her entire body, and as he began to move his tongue and fingers with more force and pace she violently shook and cried out. He didn't stop this time though and continued to play with her. By the time she felt her second release, she couldn't stop vibrating and pleaded for him to take her.

"I need you," she cried and slowly he leant up from between her legs.

Natari watched with both fear and anticipation as he began to untie his breeches, relieving his large and hardened member. "You sure?" He asked one last time as he leant down and gently kissed her neck.

"Please," she begged again and then gasped as he slowly pushed himself inside of her.

At first, she felt as though she was going to split in two pieces as he continued to push deep inside. "It won't hurt much longer," he grunted in her ear as he slowly moved back out, only to push back inside.

Sandor had been right, slowly the agonising pain she felt started to melt away and become replaced with a deep pleasure she never knew possible. Soon the sounds of her moans filled the forest grounds once again and Sandor gradually picked up the pace. Pushing himself faster and harder inside of her, she wrapped her legs around the man to try and take more of him.

"Sandor," she whimpered in a way only a lover would as she felt her find grow fuzzy again and her body began to shake.

Sandor quickened his movements even more now as he began to grunt and breath heavy. The sight of her body bouncing up and down as she enjoyed what he was doing drove him crazy. When he watched her reach her release again and jolt forward to him, he could no longer fold on as he quickly pulled out of her and spilt his seed over her belly.

"You're my woman now." He growled as she lay breathlessly in the cold, wet grass.