#sandorxreader

                You heard the babbling of a stream up ahead. Being from North of Kings landing you were slightly familiar with the area and knew it would be a secluded area. 

“Sandor, I think there is a stream up ahead, would you like to wash off.” You said as you tilted your head back to look at him.

“Hmph” He grumbled. “Sure little bird, my arse could use a break from riding.” He replied.

As you two arrived at the stream, he hoped off the horse, and grabbed your hips to help you down. Standing in front of him you looked up and gave him a sly grin before turning to your saddle bags to fetch some soaps and oils, you were a lady after all and intended to smell like one even if you were sleeping on the ground at night. Sandor scoped the place out to make sure you two were alone before getting undressed. He began to take off his armor. You could feel the excitement building inside of you. He was muscled like an ox, and hung like one too. He was finally down to his shirt and pants and he looked over to you. You smiled and walked towards him. His lips form into a half grin as he takes you in his arms and presses his lips to yours. The warmth of his embrace and wetness of kiss made you melt. You loved the prickle of his beard on your face, and his musky smell. You ran your hand up under his shirt, slowly, feeling his muscles and chest hair. His smile broke the kiss. As you pulled away you began to lift his shirt off, but he was too tall so he had to lift it off for you. He then held your face in his large calloused hands. You never ceased to be amazed at how tender this large warrior could be. His hands slowly glided from your cheeks, to your jaw and down your neck. He pulled you closer and reached around you to unbutton your dress. You pressed your hips against him and could feel his manhood begging to harden. The feeling of his cock through the cloth onto your stomach sent a fire to your groin. A small moan escaped your lips as he ran his hands over your shoulders to slide the dress off. His eyes took a moment to soak in the sight of your naked body in the evening sunlight. He brought up a hand to cup your breast, the other to bring you close to him for another kiss. His lips came down hard at first, desperate with passion. You began to open your mouth ever so slightly to let his tongue in as it ran across your bottom lip. His tongue caressed yours as it entered your mouth and you could hear him make a quiet moan. Sandor wasn’t the most experienced kisser, he had never had a love before, but his primal efforts still left you wanting more. You let out a sigh as you separated your faces for a minute to look into his eyes.

“We’re never going to get clean at this rate.” You said with a giggle.

Sandor smiled. You looked down toward his pants where his hard erection was pushing through. He caught you looking.

“It’s all for you little bird.” He said as his unlaced his pants and pulled them down; his manhood springing upwards after being bound. His large perfect cock still took your breath away. You didn’t even realize your mouth was hanging open as he reached for your hand to lead you into the pool on the edge of the stream. You admired his large muscular glutes as he got into the water. He turned to you as you began to dip in as well. The water wasn’t too cold, but it wasn’t warm either. It was comfortable, and you knew he’d keep you warm anyway. In the deepest part, the water came up to your breasts. You reached for your soaps you had left on the stream edge. Sandor dunked his head underwater and ran his fingers through his hair. When he surfaced he gave his head a little shake to get some of the water out. You closed the space between you both lathering soap in your hands. As you reached for his head, he closed his eyes. You loved the affection you both felt from grooming each other. You lathered his hair, gently ran your hand over his scars to cleanse them and onto his chest. You felt like you were washing a dog running your hands through his fluffy chest, you giggled at that thought. He was your hound now. Using the soap, you lathered your hands again and began trailing down his chest, to his stomach, to his groin. You teased him by washing around his manhood before finally taking his girth in your hand.  He let out a pleasurable groan and let his head fall back with his hair floating in the water. You slowly stroked his hard length before moving your hand to cup the Clegane family jewels. He leaned in toward you with an open mouth and kissed your neck. His warm tongue gracing your soft skin as his tough lips closed around it. His neck kisses gave you goosebumps over your entire body.

Before you knew it he went back underwater to rinse the soap from his body. As you were looking at the surroundings he grabbed you from underwater and stood up. You let out a playful scream as he raised you above the water. His face was at the bottom of your stomach and he reached down to playfully kiss where your legs met.

“Soon.” He said, as he began to twirl you above the water with him.

“Ahh! Sandor.” You said through a smile as you flailed around hopelessly. He let you down in a deeper part of the pool and swam to cradle you in his arms.

“Time to get you clean, my lady.” Sandor said as he walked around the deep water with you in his arms like a babe. His eyes never left yours as he swam around with you. He then led you to the bank where you grabbed the soap again. After lathering your hair you handed him the soap and turned. He ran the sweeter scented bar across your back, using his hands to rub it in, giving you a slight massage as he went. He went down your back and took your buttocks in his hands firmly. Sandor let out a pervy laugh as he moved his hands in circular motions around your rear cheeks. He moved in close to you as his hands moved their way to your stomach. His hard, muscular hairy chest was to your back, and his erection pressed against your gluteal cleft.  He leaned his face in so his unburnt cheek was to yours as he massaged the soap to your breasts. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, letting his hands work their magic. He tossed the soap to the bank and his hands immediately went back to caressing your body. With one hand on your breast, his other trailed down your stomach until it reached your lower lips. His index finger slid over your clit and parted your lips as more fingers followed.

“So warm, and sweet like honey.” He said with his voice low and raspy as he nibbled on your ear.

His voice, his hands, his love bites, his throbbing manhood, his body against yours, it was almost too much for you to handle. You whimpered as your hands grabbed onto his forearms that were wrapped around you. With his thumb gently stroking your clit, he slid a finger inside of you. He slowly slid it in and out as you let out a tiny cry of pleasure. His other thumb was busy rubbing itself over your hard nipples.

“S-s-sandor.” You moaned out. “I want you,” you gasped, “I need you…in me.”

“Mmm, Little bird. Are you ready for my cock?” He growled into your ear.

You couldn’t form words; all you could do was nod slightly, as his hands were going faster on your lady bits. You bit your lip as his fingers slid out of you and over your pleasure spot. Once he turned you around to face him you wrapped your legs around him. You wanted to be as close to him as possible. You leaned back to get the soap out of your hair real quick. Letting your breasts bob at the surface as you did it. As you were finished up he leaned forward and swirled his tongue around your nipple. The pleasure caused you to arch your back, and as you did he reached out his strong arms to steady you.  He continued to suckle at your teats. His warm mouth taking them in, his forceful tongue making circles around and giving your nip a little flick, and the scratch of his beard was a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. While doing this he began to press his groin into yours. He slid the tip of member against your warm slit. He began to grind against you, his head now pressed against your chest. He opened his mouth and gently slides his teeth over your exposed breasts, looking up at you with his lust filled eyes. You were aching with pleasure; you needed him to fill you.

“Are you ready my love?” He asked in his raspy voice.

“Oh gods yes!” You replied.

With that reply, he pulled you back up to him, his face only centimeters from yours. The scent of his warm ragged breaths on your face. He positioned his cock at your primed entrance and slowly slid in. His size hurt you a little bit as you took in his length, but this wasn’t the first time the two of you had made love, so you were adjusting to him. He was inside you; his arms gripped you like you were the most important thing on the planet. You knew you were to him, and he was to you. The buoyancy of the water helped him hold you on his man hood as he slowly slide out and gently thrust back in again. His gentleness never ceased to amaze you, but you knew as the moment went on, he would get more frenzied. You bounced on his cock, both of you moaning with pleasure. His cock began to go deeper into you, hitting all the right spots. His pace began to quicken, and you could feel your climax beginning to build inside you. You hadn’t realized but your eyes were closed as you neared your bliss.

“Look at me.” He rasped.

Your eyes flickered open to meet his. His mouth was open, panting; all you could hear was the light splashes of water around you two and your breaths and moans.

“Are you close?” he asked.

“Y-yes.” You whimpered.

“I’m going to come.” He growled as his embrace with you tightened. With a few quick pumps he found his release.

“[Y/N]!” he moaned.

 You could feel his cock pulsating inside you, filling you with his warm seed. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your inner walls tightened around him before sending waves of pleasure over your body. As you settled down from your climax, you rested your forehead against his. You were both panting, his cock still inside you.

“Oh, Sandor.” You said just as he closed the distance between your lips with a kiss.

                The sun was beginning to set. He slowly pulled his manhood from you. Already, you missed the feeling of him inside you, you felt whole when your bodies were together like that. He released his embrace, but held onto your hand as he guided you to the bank.

“Hold on little bird.” He said as he got out before you.

He grabbed his cloak and held it up for you so you wouldn’t be cold. He wrapped it over your shoulders and then began to start a small fire. As he was crouched down kindling the fire, his essence of man hung low. You couldn’t help but admire it. You never wanted this time with him to end. He then got dressed, and you slipped in to another gown you brought. He laid out the saddle blanket and you both sat down on it. You pulled out a couple of apples for you to both eat; you didn’t have much else right now. You scooted up against him and he put an arm around you. You continued to munch on your apple. Worrying about your future, what would become of your life once you made it home? Sandor was low born, what was left of your family probably wouldn’t approve, but you didn’t want anyone else. At first The Hound had scared you, but now that you got to know the man behind the armor you knew you’d never have to be scared again. You still remember what he said to you that night he took you away. “No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them”. No one else looked out for you like he did in King’s Landing.

“What are you going to do once we make it there?” You asked nervously with all these thoughts swirling in your head.

“I have no money, no land, no family. I suppose I could go east, become a sell sword. But I’m not sure if that’s what I want anymore.” He said looking into the fire.

There was a short silence between the two of you. Both of you nervous to say what you wanted.

“I’d like to stay with you.” He said lowly. Your cheeks turned red as you suppressed a smile.

“Promise you will stay with me once I make it home?” You said looking up towards him.

“I promise,” he said as he kissed the top of your hair. “Only death has the power to take me away from you, [y/n].”

The two of you cuddled in front of the fire, chatting as darkness set in. When you both decided it was time to lay down you took your usual spot next to him. He lay on his back and with his cloak wrapped around you and bunched at the top to form a pillow, you settled into the nook of his arm with your face against his chest.

“Goodnight Sandor…I love you.” You said.