theladyofwinterfell | morethanbark; clegane keep

( Sansa's life has only become worse since her betrothal with Joffrey has been broken and he's now betrothed to Margaery Tyrell. Now she's just a traitor's get and the target of his worst tempers and she doesn't know how much more she can take. Joffrey has Ser Boros and Ser Meryn beat her almost daily and he threatens to take her as his mistress even as he's betrothed to someone else; he's yet to do it but Sansa lives in fear of it regardless.

Joffrey decides to hold a tournament in celebration of his upcoming wedding and forces the Kingsguard to enter along with everyone else. Sandor Clegane takes the joust, unhorsing his own brother and killing him on the spot. The maester declares it an accident, even if it is suspicious, and Clegane is entitled to any prize he wants. He doesn't name a queen of love and beauty, instead just tossing the flowers vaguely Sansa's way, and Joffrey demands he take his prize. )

Come on, Hound, surely there's something you want. Do you want the Stark girl? Lady Sansa is bruised and beaten but nobody's fucked her yet. You could fuck her as much as you want.

( Sansa colors bright and tries to figure out a way out of this - what is she going to do, truly? She presses her lips together and when she speaks, it sounds older than a girl on the cusp of seventeen. )

Your Grace, forgive me, but Ser Gregor's death means that Ser Sandor is now Lord of Clegane Keep. It'd be a much more worthy prize to award me as wife than a one time prize. He could ruin me over and over.

( Joffrey thinks about it for a long moment and claps his hands. )

It's settled then! Hound, you'll marry Lady Sansa and then we'll have a bedding in front of the Court. That's your prize for the tourney.

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( Sansa frowns a bit and takes her hand away, embarrassed and a little prickled that he doesn't seem to want to do anything to make this be a good experience for either of them. )

Why are you being so cruel? I want to learn and I want to be with you and all you've done is insult me over it.

[ Her hand drops, a frustrated groan following after it as much for the loss of the friction as the words that follow it, but at least he checks whatever sharp words sit on his tongue immediately. He drags in a breath to gain some distance, hazards better chosen ones when he finds them. ]

When have I been anything other than cruel. Did you think a ceremony was going to make me anything other than what I am?

[ Why would she choose him, that's the part he's having trouble getting past. He understands going along because there's no better option, but she seems to want it, past obligation, and that he doesn't understand. ]

No, I didn't, but I thought you might want to lay with me and me enjoy it. Instead, you seem determined to have me hate it. Do you want my mouth, then? Is that what you want?

( Sansa doesn't know how to perform the act he's asking for but she imagines if he wants it, he'll tell her how. )

[ He scowls at that, but her words hit where they're meant to. He sighs, heavy and disgusted, though only with himself. So he shakes his head, words softer this time, if even more careful. ]

I don't want you to hate it.

[ Another beat, hesitating, then: ]

Would you still want this if you hadn't been given away as a prize?

I manipulated them into giving me to you for a reason. I want this and I don’t want to hear anything else about it, all right?

( Sansa draws closer again and puts her hands on his chest. )

Show me what to do.

[ He's doubtful, but words and actions are enough to get past that. He leans in as his own answer, presses a rough kiss to her lips and guides her hand back to where it had been, helping her find the motion as he rests his other hand on her side. ]

You were doing just fine before, girl.

( Sansa moves her hand along his cock again, slowly, and finds it's difficult to do both that and rise up on her feet to kiss him at the same time; for the first time in her life, she's simply too short. She looks up at him for a moment, questioning. )

I can't kiss you and do this at the same time, I'm not tall enough unless you lean down.

[ Her movements drag a breath out of him, long and steady as he leans down to accommodate. His hand skates up her side, tracing over ribs, up to cup her breast, gently at first. ]

Better?

( His hand at her breast is different but so very welcome and Sansa inhales sharply, skin prickling in goosebumps at the feel of his rough fingers against her soft skin. He's close enough to kiss now so she kisses him, parting her mouth beneath his so he might deepen it for her. Sansa has no experience, not really, but she's willing to learn so long as he's willing to teach. )

[ She opens for him and he takes advantage, a curious swipe of tongue as he grinds his palm against the swell of flesh underneath, an arch of hips into the attentions of her hand to encourage. ]

( Sansa has never kissed like this before, not with a man's hand heavy on her breast and her own hand on his bare cock. She brushes her thumb over the head of it briefly, adding that to the rhythm of her strokes. If he likes it, he'll be well pleased with her, and he'll bed her and get a child on her quickly. )

[ Flesh hardens under her attentions, a needier sound lodged in his throat when her thumb traces over the more sensitive head. So he pulls her closer, almost enough to straddle him on the bed but not quite, a thumb teasing over her nipple as he cups her ass, firm to keep her close. ]

Did...you said something about my mouth, earlier. Did you want that too? Instead?

( Everything feels impossibly good right now but Sansa is also nervous because she doesn't know what she's doing and she feels like she needs Sandor's guidance now more than ever. )

[ The offer sends a flush of heat south, clenches low in his gut and has him shifting hips up into her hand. He nods, licks his lips before hazarding a more verbal answer. ]

Won't say no.

( Sansa feels like saying she doesn't know how but she doesn't, lets it die in her throat. She moves down a bit and draws the tip of her tongue along the length of him, unsure of how to proceed. He feels hot and hard against her but his skin feels soft, too, and she looks up at him before sucking just the tip of him into her mouth. She keeps her hand wrapped around the length of him, though, and doesn't stop moving it. )

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