A king His Dog and a Direwolf Princess

I revised this chapter the most. I think it's better than before.

To be a Woman

The whole tournament Sansa found her eyes drifting to the King's Dog. He wasn't competing ,which was lucky for everyone that was, but unlucky for Sansa since it meant Sandor would be in the box with her, Shae, and the Queen until it was over. But he didn't give any of them the least bit of acknowledgment instead focusing on keeping an eye on Joffrey. Sansa thought she'd feel relieved but instead she felt confused. That night as she lay in the bath with her eyes closed she thought back to the stables. She thought of how different Sandor and Joffrey were. Joffrey was selfish caring only of himself and he didn't really seem to enjoy bedding Sansa. Sandor was selfish too but from the sound the girl was making he'd clearly been doing something right. Sansa never made noises like that for Joffrey. Maybe Joffrey would like it if she did? Sansa gave out a soft experimental moan but hearing it come from her mouth made her feel stupid. Closing her eyes again she thought back to the stable to the way it looked when the Hound had been sliding the girl up and down his shaft. Her legs were spread wide trying to receive as much of his length as she could while his hand dipped between her thighs making her- “OOH” Sansa moaned letting her head fall back. The sound that left her surprised her, even frightened her a little. Is that what Shae had meant by “Doing it right”?  With her face flushed Sansa exited the bath and stepped onto her balcony letting the cool night air chill her nude body. "What's wrong with me?" she wondered. She should be worried about Joffrey, not Sandor.Yet she couldn't deny that she felt as though she had something to prove by gaining the Dog's approval.  As she felt the heat leave her body Sansa breathed easily. Turning to face the moon Sansa drifted to the balcony edge. Looking out she could see the men were still cleaning up from the tournament. In the morning all trace of tourists and exotic vendors would be gone and life would resume as normal."Normal..." Sansa ruefully thought.  “You'll catch cold.” A voice rumbled. Sansa gasped as she felt a heavy cape cover her shoulders. “Where's Shae!” She demanded. “Your handmaid is safe. His Grace wants to see you.”

  Sandor raised a brow in surprise as Sansa exited the bathroom clutching his cape tightly around herself. As the two headed for the door Sansa held her breath waiting for Sandor to tell her to change into a robe. But as usual he said nothing. As the sound of Sandor's boots echoed off the halls Sansa realized that she wanted to show the Dog her body. While she may not have been the busty, curvy wench from the stables, she knew her figure was pleasing. She would show Joffrey's Mutt that she was a better prize than all of Little Fingers whores combined.  “You're thinking mighty hard your Grace." Sandor began. " I hope that today's festivities weren't too much for you.​ ” Sansa felt her mouth turn into a sneer listening to the mocking smile in Sandor's voice “You wanted me to see” She snapped  “You knew I was there so you had this poor girl pretend to enjoy herself with you! As if any woman would actually want a cruel mis-shapen mongrel in their bed!” Her words had the intended affect. Sansa smiled smugly as pure rage entered the Dog's eyes. Sansa barely had time to gloat before she squeaked in fear as the hound pushed her into the wall.

Taking her wrists he lifted her hands above her head making the cape slip off and puddle around her. Gathering her courage Sansa forced herself to look into the scarred face of the man before her. Using his massive body to tower over her his knee slipped between her legs “I'll have you know Lady Sansa that girl came looking for me. While she may not like my face she certainly likes my cock and what you saw was nothing but the truth.” Sansa shivered as she stood exposed in front of him. She felt something stirring in her belly and spreading down to her groin as he used his knee to grind into her. Sandor leaned in his lips centimeters from Sansa's ear before continuing “She loved me fucking her. I know you heard the way she begged for me. The way she cried out for the ugly Hounds cock to fill her.” Sansa groaned loudly resting her forehead to the Hounds shoulder. The things he was doing to her. She felt like she was on fire even though she was naked against a cold stone wall. Releasing her wrists Sansa crumpled to the floor. Oh god she'd NEVER felt this before EVER. She needed Sandor to be inside her, to make her scream like he did the wench. Before she could open her mouth to beg like a whore Sandor had already covered her back up and pulled her to her feet before pushing her into the Kings room. As the door closed behind her Sansa looked upon Joffrey who was practicing his parrying. “Joffrey...” She whimpered needily.

Turning to her he sneered “It's about time, how long does it tak-” before he could finish Sansa had the cape back on the floor and was dragging him into his bed. Positioning herself on all fours she begged “Please take me!” Joffrey didn't ask questions just took her as he normally would. Sansa however was much different than usual. Every stroke elicited a moan from her each one louder than the last. In her mind it wasn't Joffrey she was with but the Hound. It was the dirty filthy dog that was rutting her like the bitch in heat that she was. But no matter how much she pleaded Joffrey was no hound. He didn't go faster or harder when Sansa begged. He didn't touch her breasts or reach between her thighs. But none of that stopped Sansa from crying out for the Hound.

The noises she was making excited her and the louder she got the more she felt the same stirrings growing in her like they had in the hall. Oh god the thought of the Hound taking her -no, fucking- her in the hall made her thrust back on Joffrey harder as she cried out loudly. For the first time she heard Joffrey let out a breathy moan as he came inside her. Pulling out he lay on his back breathing heavily. Sansa sat there unsatisfied but still wanting. “I'll send for you again in the morning.” Joffrey ordered before waving his hand in dismissal. Sansa covered herself back up and stepped into the hall. She looked around but Sandor was nowhere to be seen. “Dog” she said “I'm ready to be escorted to my rooms” stepping tentatively into the unlit corridor she called out again “It's dark you need to take care of me Sandor! What if someone tries to hurt me.” she said the last part very quietly and afraid. What if someone DID try to hurt her. She was naked and alone it wouldn't be hard. She thought about turning back, running back to Joffrey alone and afraid but he would ignore her or punish her . Making it to the stairway she found him waiting at the top of it. “Where were you!!” she demanded “How dare you leave your post what if someone had come in through Joffrey's window to kill us!?” Eyeing her warily he responded “Trust me Lady Sansa. With all the noise you were making a dragon would have been afraid to step into that room.”

Flushing crimson Sansa hastily stepped forward and right off the top step. Flesh met stone as the princess tumbled to the bottom of the staircase. Sansa landed with a definitive thud her body throbbing. All was still before she let out a soft whimper.

A flurry of footsteps was heard as Sandor rushed to her side hoisting her over his shoulder before moving swiftly towards her room. “I'm in pain” She whined “I know Lady Sansa we're almost there” he soothed “You tripped me” she accused “You're clumsy” He shot back. Shae opened the door for them “What happened?” she gasped “Lady Sansa fell down some steps  please fetch us something for the swelling she will no doubt experience” Sandor commanded. With a nod Shae rushed off. “You fell very hard” he explained to Sansa as he laid her on her bed, again using his cape as a cover “I need to make sure you haven't broken anything. I need to examine you. Do you want me to wait for Shea to come back.”

Sansa whimpered weakly “My leg” that was all the permission he needed. Taking one leg in his hand he began with her toes. Inspecting each digit to make sure it would move he moved on to her ankle which was red and swollen from hitting the stone her soft calf was next he  bent it at the knee gently checking for any sign of injury.  “You're alright.” He remarked “Just a little banged up, nothing the mighty Lady Stark can't handle.”  He saw disappointment fill Sansa's eyes but dismissed it before standing to leave.

“Why did you touch her thighs?” he heard her soft voice ask. Turning around Brown eyes clashed with green. “What?” he asked. Sansa's face flushed as she repeated “The woman in the stables, you- you kept touching her th-thighs. Why?” The Hound stared at her for a moment before letting out a bark of laughter. “You're telling me you spent all night screaming for Joffrey and you're wondering what I was doing to some bitch?”  Sansa bit the inside of her cheek embarrassed. “I wasn't screaming for Joffrey...” she muttered casting her eyes down.  “Really?? Because half the kingdom can attest to the fact that you were. Tomorrow is going to be a very awkward breakfast for you and the Queen-” Green eyes flared to life, “I wasn't I wasn't IWASN'T!!! IT WASN'T HIM I WAS THINKING ABOUT!!” Sansa screamed throwing a pillow. The Dog chuckled as it harmlessly bounced off him. “You want me to show you why I was touching her thighs?” He asked before sinking back between her legs. Sandor grinned as he felt Sansa sit up to look at him. He could practically taste her anxiety as She bit her lip while his rough hands opened her legs. “A real man” he breathed against her skin “ gets more satisfaction from watching a woman come undone. Knowing that they can make a woman unravel beneath them is much more satisfactory than just taking a woman to satisfy yourself.” Each word was puffed along her legs slowly working up to her groin. “The key to unraveling a woman Lady Sansa” he groaned removing the cape that covered her. Her breath hitched in her throat as he buried his nose into her curls inhaling deeply. He pulled back to let his tongue trace along her thighs. “The key is here” He finished opening her lips and blowing softly unto her clit.

Sansa fell back unto the bed her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She didn't even know she could feel like that from one simple touch. Gods she would've done it to herself sooner. “Aaaah!” She cried as she felt his tongue stroking the little nub. Her fingers found his hair and she gripped tightly letting her instincts take over her. “Princess” he whispered nipping her hips lightly. “More” she demanded pushing his face back down grinding her crotch into his face “please more!” she mewled.  Happily the Hound resumed his task. While he didn't like the idea that some of Joffrey's seed was still mixed with Sansa's own juice the noises she was making for him were well worth it. He gave a long sloppy lick from the top of her slit to her ass before letting his tongue enter her . His hands moved to her ass massaging the soft cheeks as he angled her hips up to get more of her into his mouth. The stubble on his chin was rubbing her labia raw making Sansa buck up uncontrollably she was embarrassed by the noises leaving her mouth. She didn't sound confident and sexy like when she'd been pretending to be with the hound. Now that she really was with him she realized she sounded so.. so.. virginal.  “Please” she whimpered “please put it insi-” “Shhh” he shushed her “you don't know what your asking. It's bad enough I've done all this. If I actually fucked little princess Sansa,  Joffrey would torture me before mounting my balls on his wall.” Taking his hand she placed it on her crotch “Oh please Sandor! I need something! Anything please” She begged.  The Hound looked into her green eyes as the first finger slipped in. He saw them cloud over in pleasure and even he couldn't help the soft pant that escaped his mouth “So tight” he groaned. As if in response she tightened up even further forcing him to close his eyes to keep control. “ Oohhh yesss” she moaned sliding herself on him. He watched the beautiful redhead fuck herself on his finger her hands holding her small breasts. “Sansa” he groaned adding another digit. Her eyes widened as she felt him stretch her further still by adding a third finger. Slowly he pumped in and out letting her adjust watching her breasts bounce with the rhythm he set. Her lips slowly parted open as she let her back arch beautifully off the bed ,her hair splayed around her ,her hands still covering her little buds. The Hound was trying his best to stay in control but Sansa was making it impossible her perfect mouth begging for a kiss and her tight cunt begging for a cock. She was dripping he knew she wouldn't be far off from what he was certain would be her very first orgasm. He couldn't help but be smug. Yes Joffrey was handsome but it wasn't his name his pretty little wife was screaming out. No it was “Sandor. Sandor yess! Sandor pleasee!” The Hound was suddenly overcome with the sudden urge to make sure Sansa would never forget tonight. As time went on Joffrey would become a better lover. He would be able to satisfy Sansa soon enough. Sandor wanted to make sure that after tonight any sexual experience Sansa might have would be measured up to this night the night she was first truly made to feel like a woman. He would never be king but he would be Sansa's best lover. Sansa opened her eyes as she felt the fingers stop moving inside her. Sitting up she watched Sandor begin to remove his armor Watching her, watching him Sandor tried his best not to laugh.If Sansa had a tail it would be puffed out behind her in annoyance. He did laugh when she let out an exasperated growl at his underclothes. Before she could protest any further she found herself rolled over on top of the King's Dog. “Straddle me at your own pace.” He commanded placing her small hands on his scarred chest. Sansa sat for a moment mesmerized by his body. An ugly gash decorated his shoulder and his ribs held numerous scars from battles and jousts.

The scar from his neck glistened pink in the light giving it a raw, haggard appearance. Joffrey had the body of a child compared to this! All milky skin and soft muscle. She found this scarred mutilated figure much more arousing. She groaned as she lowered herself unto his monstrous cock, another way in which the Hound bested the King. It wasn't just longer, it was also very thick. His hand had helped in stretching her out but she still felt delicious discomfort as she forced herself to take him in inch by inch. With a final thrust down she had all of him inside her. She let out a moan as she felt the base of his cock twitching inside her making her walls tighten.  She looked down and felt a surge of pride. The Hound lay there eyes screwed shut gripping the sheets so tights his knuckles were white. “Scared to lose control?” she chided brushing the hair that covered his scarred face away. Leaning down she kissed his mouth “Don't be afraid to hurt me I'm a dog too you know. A Direwolf” she proclaimed taking his mouth again before kissing the scars on his face. Sandor stared at her in amazement. Sansa giggle mischievously at the expression before sliding up and then down his hard shaft. “OH GOD WHATS THAT!!” she cried out as his cock rubbed a spot that made her see stars. The Hound knew what it was and he grabbed her hips to angle himself to hit it every time. Sansa was getting too loud so lifting her legs he swiveled her on his cock making her squeal in delight while he turned her around so he could lift them into a doggy style position. Shoving her face into the covers he started fucking her senseless.  “Do you like that little princess? Do you enjoy the Hounds cock? FUCK you scream like a common whore!” “YES YES YES FUCK ME YOU FILTHY DOG TAKE ME TAKE ME TAKE ME” Sansa shouted into the coverlets. “FILTHY FUCKING DOG DON'T STOP DON'T STOP” Sandor was more than surprised by Sansa's dirty mouth  but he was a good dog and always eager to please. Lifting her to her knees his hands found her breast while his mouth found her shoulder. Sansa whimpered as he was sucking on the shoulder she'd bruised earlier but his hands were on her nipples making her skin catch fire and every once in a while his hand would trail down to touch her nub. Tears welled in her eyes, and  a soft cry of “Sandoorr”left her throat as she felt her body explode into a ball of white hot fire. “That's  it little princess.” He encouraged rubbing soft circles on her torso “Come for me Sansa.” Sansa rode  out her first orgasm breathless. Slumping forward she could still feel Sandors hot cock pumping in and out of her. Roughly he grabbed her hair and hoisted her up his hand came down on her ass in a hard slap making her cry out wantonly. “Come again direwolf. If I'm not satisfied we aren't stopping.” He demanded spanking her again. Pulling out he tossed her on her back before pushing her knees to her chest and entering her again. He slid a pillow under her ass to lift her up and started a slow agonizing pace. Sansa threw her head from side to side the slow pace killing her. Each stroke was the best slow torture she'd ever received as his cock rubbed against her special spot going in and out , plus his mouth on her nipples felt too good. The sudden switch in the Hound's personality was causing her insides to throb. “Please...” she whimpered. But all that did was make Sandor torture her further. He'd pull out rub his dick along her slit push his tip into her ass hole and pull out slip into her cunt and repeat the process. “Come for me little princess” he ordered nibbling her ear. “Sansa come for me on command” “yes I will” she promised already feeling the white hot ball returning to her groin “Just, please, don't stop saying my name.” With a satisfied grin The Hound positioned her into backwards cowgirl. He didn't have to say anything before the redhead was bucking uncontrollably on him fucking herself into a stupor. Pinning her hands to her back with one large hand he used the other to work her clit from behind. Gods her ass looked amazing from behind, almost as amazing as seeing his cock slide in and out of her sweet pussy. Biting back a groan Sandor closed his eyes letting himself absorb the scene in its entirety. The smell of Sansa's sex as she rode him, the sound of their skin slapping together, the feeling of her soft fragile wrists trapped beneath one hand and the sopping wet cunt beneath his other.  She was crying out again. Opening his eyes he could see the sweat forming between her shoulder blades and her cunt had become impossibly tight.”Sansa” he gasped “come for me. NOW!” Hearing him Sansa released herself with a loud groan. Sandor gave a few final thrust making sure each one made her see stars and when he came Sansa came again as well shortly on the heels of her previous climax. Sandor rolled her carefully unto the bed beside him. She looked at him through glazed eyes before letting tears spill from them. “That was so amazing” she hiccuped . He chuckled softly moving the hair that had stuck to her face. Sandor stayed until Sansa cried herself to sleep before redressing and exiting the room.

“Finally! Do you know how hard it is to keep people out of these halls! Everyone thinks Sansa is highly contagious with the plague!” Shae said exasperated. “Is that what you told them? The plague?” The Hound asked raising his eyebrow. Shae grinned and shrugged “ I am a simple handmaid I do not know the difference between a cold and the plague.” Sandor returned the grin before placing his cape into Shae's hand."For the little princess." He said beginning to walk away.  “Will you ever come back to do... this... again?” she asked “No.” He replied continuing to his post.