A king His Dog and a Direwolf Princess

Sansa stepped into the hall, shivering as her bare feet hit the stone floor. “Let's hurry, King Joffrey is expecting us.” Sandor stated taking the lead. Sansa followed behind her head bowed. Neither spoke as they passed through the main halls, it wasn't until they reached the staircase to the King's private wing that the Hound paused and looked at her. Sansa pulled the robes around herself tighter meeting his gaze “What are you doing?” He looked at her, unsure of whether to speak or not before deciding “It's not going to be how your mother always said it would be. He isn't going to be gentle, there won't be any loving embraces or gentle caresses afterwards. What you want will most likely not be given. I'm sorry but this is probably going to remind you of the men in the alley, except this time you can't fight back.” Sansa paled as she recalled the horrible day but she nodded her understanding before resuming to walk. Sandor placed his hand on her shoulder. “I can't save you this time your Grace.”

It was over very quickly. Joffrey wasted no time getting her on her back. The Hound was right. Joffrey was not gentle, he didn't say a single thing to her the entire time and when it was over he sent her off as coldly as he'd received her. All in all she spent about twenty minutes with him before finding herself back in the hall newly deflowered and filled with the King's royal seed. She didn't wait to be acknowledged by the Dog before making her way to her room. She was no longer a little girl still hoping that her love could change a cruel king. Instead she was a woman hardened to the fact that her only purpose was to bear royal children.

She said nothing as she climbed into the bath Shae had prepared, nor did she speak as she got ready for bed. As she lay awake in bed staring into the darkness all she could think of was of Sandor. The ugly Dog of the cruel King Joffrey. This was the third time he'd helped her out. First when he stopped her from pushing Joffrey off the bridge, second when he'd saved her from being raped, and lastly this morning when he'd told her the truth about how it would be to lay with Joffrey. 'What you want he will not give you.' How did the Hound know what she wanted, nobody knew what she wanted!

The next few days went by in the same fashion. Joffrey would send for Sansa have his way with her then resume life as normal. The Hound hadn't spoken to Sansa since the incident at the stairwell and only escorted her around as he was commanded. By now everyone in the palace knew about Joffrey and Sansa. Of course no one remarked on it, even the queen continued to pretend that the two of them were innocent, pure doves. “If I do get pregnant before we get married, what will people say?” Sansa asked after one of their trysts. “They will say nothing.” Joffrey stated rolling off her to put on his pants “I am their king and WHEN you get pregnant no one will question the legitimacy of my heir!” Sansa said nothing else as she put on her robes and left. She was surprised to find Shae waiting for her outside the doors along with Sandor the Hound. “How was it Lady Sansa? Are you learning to enjoy spending time with the King?” Shae whispered loudly lacing their arms together. The Hound gave Shae a look of total disapproval before looking to Sansa. “We're not playing a game Shae.” Sansa scolded “ There is nothing fun about trying to create children.” Sansa thought she saw a look of smug satisfaction on the Dog's ugly face before Shae said “Then you are clearly not doing it right. Listen to what I have to teach and before you know it you'll come looking for Prince Joffrey yourself!” “Shae the last thing I want is for his grace to think I WANT his children.” Sansa said softly pulling her friend towards her room.

Joffrey had relented a bit in his quest for an heir. After being gifted a whole new set of blades by Little Finger he'd thrown himself back into his knights training, promising to perfect his craft with the blade. Sometimes Sansa wouldn't be called for two days. She still wasn't allowed to wander far from her chambers though, as she always had to be ready for Joffrey who now took it upon himself to sometimes visit her after his practice and have his way with her. He would barge in sweaty and dirty, excited from the days lesson telling everyone to leave but not waiting before he'd bend Sansa over and fuck her even rougher than usual.

Because of King Joffrey's quick learning and natural talent with the blade he decided to host a small tournament with the winners prize being a chance to spar with King Joffrey and to earn their knighthood. Despite the war with the Starks, tourist poured in from every corner to watch the festivities with more than half hoping the winner would kill the King in the arena. As Sansa and Shae tried to make their way to their seats they became separated when a pair of beggars began fighting over some dropped coin causing a crowd to form. Horrified Sansa ran blindly stopping only when it felt like her lungs would explode. As she looked around she realized she was by the stables near the arena. Catching her breath she turned towards the seats when she saw a familiar banner on a familiar horse. The Banner of Baratheon on the horse of the Hound. The Hound had a beautiful stallion and Sansa couldn't fight the urge to go and give it a pat after all this might be the poor horse's last tourney.

As she ventured closer to the stables an unusual noise met her ears. It was a woman crying out. Stepping carefully Sansa peeked in. She saw exactly what she thought she would. Well sort of. She  HAD expected to see the Hound fucking a woman. She HADN'T expected to see the woman enjoying it so much. The two were in the hay with the woman on top ,her back to the hound. As he thrust in and out of her she let out little sounds of pleasure trying to get her legs to spread wider. The hound worked her rhythmically using an even pace to plow her as his hands played with her full breasts. Watching the woman's full breasts bounce around made Sansa's hands drift to her own small breasts and she couldn't help but notice her nipples had hardened. “HAARDER!! FUCK ME HARDERR!” Sansa's skin jumped when she heard the woman start shouting. She looked around to see if any one had noticed before looking back at the couple. Sandor slapped the woman's ass hard before lifting her off. She giggled as the hound put her on all fours before positioning himself and entering her roughly, “Oooohh YESSSS” She  moaned dipping her back and throwing her head back. Sandor began a rough pace fucking her with abandon. Sansa noticed every once in a while his hands would go between the girls legs, and when they did she would let out a loud groan. 'What is he doing?' She wondered letting her own hand rest between her legs. Other than feeling warm she didn't really see what the big deal was. 

As her eyes left her lap to  look back to the stable she was shocked to see the Hound staring directly at her. She quickly covered her mouth to keep from crying out. He didn't stop what he was doing to the girl, in fact, he slowed down and began rolling his hips into her. The girl cried out and when his hand found her nipples and began tugging she let out a string of curses thrusting back. “OHH OHH PLEAASEEE I'M SOO CLOSEE! SO CLOSEE! FUCKK MEE!” Never breaking eye contact with Sansa the Hound fucked the woman into a quivering mass of flesh letting her collapse unto the ground spent and exhausted into a puddle of her own juices. Shocked and embarrassed, Sansa whirled away hugging the stable wall. She heard the clang of the Hounds armor as he mounted his horse and headed to the arena leaving her with the whore in the stables. Sansa briefly considered checking on the girl after all the Hound seemed to be very well -equipped- and it must have been painful to have to endure a man so large, he might have hurt her. Carefully looking back into the stall Sansa found her asleep with her legs splayed open. Her face was pretty enough, the only extraordinary thing about her would have to be her giant tits. "Every woman has a price." She murmured. As the smell of sex and horses assaulted her senses Sansa recoiled in disgust, marching off to the arena.