The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Bastards

When Jon and his group finally arrived back at Castle Black, it was late. Sansa, Bran and Arya had already been asleep for hours, so he and Natari decided to wait until morning to speak with them. Instead, she had led Jaqen back to her old room. The ride back had been hard, not just physically, but also emotionally as she had been confined in such a small place with both Sandor and Jaqen.

"I will speak to my brother alone before retiring for the night. Stay here and I will be back soon," she explained to Jaqen as he sat on the bed.

"Of course. Take your time," he smiled.

Slowly, Natari forced her tired body down the corridor towards Jon. She hadn't expected to see anyone else at this late hour, just she did.

"Seven fucks!" she gasped as an arm suddenly pulled her to the side.

"Shush woman, it's only me," Sandor grunted as he pushed her against the wall and moved his body close to hers.

"I have done as you wished. Kept my distance. What is it you want now?" She sighed as she tried to fight the feeling his body so close to hers caused.

"You return with that Braavosi. Are you serious? Is this just to torment me more?"

"You made your decision. He found me when I was travelling through the market. He kept me alive on the journey across the free cities".

"Aye, and fucked you each night under the stars," he scoffed.

Natari looked down at the ground, not knowing what to say to the man, which both her body, heart and mind still carved.

"He fuck you as good as me woman? Make you all wet and weak?" He hissed into her neck and gently glided his lips across her skin.

"Sandor..." she whispered.

"You thinking of me when he's inside of you?" He continued as he grabbed onto her hips and pushed his groan towards her.

Natari could feel his hardness poking her over the clothes, and despite having Jaqen waiting for her further down the corridor, she had never wanted Sandor more in her entire life.

"You want me to remind of how good it felt? When I entered you? When I tasted you? You want that?" He hissed again and quickly grabbed her hand and pushed it against his hardness.

Instinctively, Natari gripped onto his length over the clothes and squeezed. Regaining some control, she watched as Sandor shut his eyes tightly and growled.

"You made your choice, Clegane. I was yours," Natari whispered now as she moved her hand up and down him.

"You could have taken me any way you wanted," she continued.

"Anywhere you wanted,"

"Forever,"

"But you chose to leave, and I understand why." she sighed and finally let go of him.

Slowly, Sandor opened his eyes and moved back from her. With a heavy heart, Natari walked away from Sandor and continued on towards Jon. When Natari finally reached her brother, she had almost forgotten why she had come in the first place, that didn't matter though as Jon had more troubling news.

"Another letter, gods who from now? We don't have a great uncle somewhere do we?" Natari smiled as Jon passed her the letter.

After reading the first line, her smile quickly dropped as she sat back down into the chair.

"The Boltons... they have Rickon. But how?" She whispered once she had read the letter twice over.

"I don't know... not that it matters now. I will have to go to war now, Natari. They have our brother, my hand has been forced".