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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Sandor_Clegane/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Sansa_Stark, Sandor_Clegane
  Additional Tags:
      book_canon
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-09 Words: 698
****** Sandor's bloody letter ******
by Maroucia
Summary
     A drunk/horny letter written by the Hound to Sansa Stark in the ACOK
     period. Written for Kimberlite8 for the sansaxsandor raven mail
     exchange.
Little bird,
 
I saw you the other day on the Serpentine stairs. You were alone, as I was, and
you bumped into me - not expecting anyone to be in your way. You were so
beautiful in that far too tight dress of yours and the sight of your teats
begging to be freed from their prison only brought water to my mouth. I told
you how womanly you looked already despite your youth but what I truly meant
was that I yearned to make you a woman for real and mine as well.
 
Little bird, believe my words, you really found a buggering slave in me. To
convince you to let me get a taste of you, I’d be willing to crawl at your feet
like the last unworthy wreck you could think of, to sleep on the floor by your
bed every night and be no more than a dirty rug to set your feet on in the
morning. That’s far more than you’ll ever get from any of those buggering
knights you seemingly love so much, isn’t it? They like to kneel – that’s a
fact – yet, will they crawl?
 
I know such confessions coming from the likes of me will most likely overwhelm
you, shy little creature that you are – chances are you’ll be scared out of
your wits at learning the intensity of my lust for you but you really shouldn’t
be, for all I crave is to let you know the bliss you deserve. I hear you
already arguing that you are promised to another (the bugger, if I could only
strangle him to death…), yet it’s obvious he doesn’t deserve you, so why
shouldn’t you enjoy yourself as long as you can? ‘But I need to stay a maiden!’
you’ll surely object. That’s a fucking pity if you ask me, nevertheless there
are ways I could please you while still leaving you intact, as if you had never
been touched and were still as pure as a bloody newborn.
 
I’d be prepared to kill an army of men to get more from you but I’ll gladly
satisfy myself being a mere dog and lick that unsoiled cunt of yours; I’d drink
every last drop of your sweet juice and still have thirst for more afterwards.
I wouldn’t stop there though as my tongue aches to get a taste of your
undoubtedly lovely little arsehole. I would nuzzle it and kiss it as softly as
you highborn maidens dream of pressing your lips to those damned valorous
knights.
 
Oh, I hear you already complaining that it’s filthy but listen to my bloody
words: nothing about the goddess you are could ever repel me. Beside, I’m
certain that little arsehole of yours is as adorable as a burgeoning flower.
Even if that was all you’d ever be willing to give me, I wouldn’t find it in me
to complain and I’d lick it with a hunger you could never have foreseen.
 
Notwithstanding my eagerness to fill your little behind with my tongue, I’d
also find that nervous little nub of yours and caress it until you shook in my
hands and your insides exploded in ecstasy unlike anything you have ever
experienced. You would moan and squeal until you barely had any voice left to
ask for more - but you would, oh yes you would. And then, if you begged me
prettily enough, I’d probably comply and fuck the hell out of you all through
the night as I know you truly long to, no matter that you still don’t realise
it– and bugger my earlier promise to keep you intact. You wouldn’t care about
that damned maidenhead of yours then anyhow, would you? No, you wouldn’t,
that’s a bloody given. You really shouldn’t anyway.
 
Take your time thinking about my proposition, little bird, and although I’m a
patient man, I won’t lie and pretend that listening to that melodious song you
still owe me is not all I can think about these days. You know where I’m at and
I’ll be drinking the sight of you, watching every single step you take until I
hear from you.
 
Your obedient and ever lustful dog,
 
SC
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