TW: I watched Game of Thrones on HBO. I have not read the books but I am a freaky ass bitch and it was a good show but all I could think about was fucking these fascinating characters. So, this is just a fan fic I wrote about doing so. I'm starting with the Hound cause (Rory McCann can get this pussy)
"Which one?" Little Finger inquired. He folded his arms as he scanned the Hound's fierce stance. Sandor looked over a lot of women that stood before him. Most kept their heads down to avoid his gaze, except the small one, who sat on the bench, absent from the rest. Sandor was amazed how she openly watched him with a disgusted expression, her arms folded in hostility.
Not her, he thought.
Even though she was ballsy enough to be unafraid, he didn't like how her feet dangled off the bench. She should have done what the others did and not looked in his direction. Sandor didn't care what they looked like anyhow; all he needed was a warm hole so he could get back to the task.
Sandor glanced at the impatient Baelish, then grabbed the fragile arm of a red-headed whore.
"No, please!" She gulped, looking at the lessor in fear.
Sandor pardoned her arm, wishing the meddlesome man would pluck him one.
"My apologies, your reputation has complexions," Little Finger snickered.
Sandor scowled and snorted at his opinion. It wasn't his status that scared the women so. No, it was his face and the one who gave him the scar that frightened these whores and all other varieties of women.
"I'll just take that one."
Sandor gave a gruesome smirk at the short yellow-haired woman who had yet to look away. Her breasts sat high in the dreary dress; Sandor stood stiff, scrutinizing her small curves as she dropped from the seat.
Melly gave the scarred man a sudden phony smile. Glancing up at his face, she dropped her grin, and with confidence, she scanned his physique as if they were in the fog of combat.
Little Finger began to protest, "A wonderful option, although might I add this one is slightly stubborn; she's chaste. However, any of the others would be a better choice."
With a smirk, Melly looked the Hound in both eyes.
Sandor scoffed, not believing any of them to be fresh. Although false, that smile made his cock grow; noticing two dimples on her cheeks.
"I'll take her." Sandor did not have to grab the girl; she huffed and sauntered past him. He stood for a moment staring at her plain clothes as she walked toward the back. He adjusted himself before following her lead
"Melly, don't!" The red-headed whore shouted.
Melly broke her tread to look at them both, then stared at her future customer, puzzled.
"Go on," Sandor said, touching her shoulder gently to move ahead.
His gaze turned sullen as Melly pulled back instinctively, giving him a dark look.
Little Finger gave her a grim glance before stepping forward, "My apologies, Clegane." He didn't want to lose another girl to a Clegane brother.
"I have a dark-haired beauty, very talented. I also have another foreign whore who will be out soon if you would like to wait, free of charge, of course."
Lord Baelish smiled at Melly, giving her hope. Perhaps she would not be in a room deserted with this oddity.
Sandor declined, preferring the girl's temperament over the rest of the frightened women. "You've got your coin."
As they entered the lavish room, Melly went straight to the foundation; on all fours, she brought her tan dress up around her hips. When the Hound didn't attempt to enter her immediately, she peeked around at him.
"Turn around, girl. You won't have to look at me forever."
Melly circled on her back, taking a deep breath and placing her arms across her chest.
Sandor sighed, "Stop that. I'm not going to fucking butcher you."
Melly brought her arms to her side.
Sandor spent a few moments taking in her beauty, figuring she would take her dress off at least. Her pretty brown eyes now looked raven in the dim room, but he hated that her hair was blonde like the Queen's. The two dimples pierced her cheeks when she smiled and were gone as she held a stoic expression toward the ceiling. Sandor thought about ordering her to smile and remove the drabby clothing, but he had wasted enough of his off time as it was.
Melly groaned impatiently as her eyes moved from the ceiling to stare at him.
Sandor's brow arched, "What?"
Melly chuckled at his indecisiveness, "Are you shy, or is this your first time?"
He frowned at her mock and yanked her legs roughly toward him, "Shut up, or I will butcher you."
Melly couldn't hold back a giggle at the fast action.
"Stop laughing at me; I've chopped a whore into pieces for less," Sandor warned.
Melly continued her giggles, "I'm not laughing at you. It tickles."
Sandor wiped his brow as he struggled to enter her dry cunt; this was indeed the worst whore he had ever had. His dick became limp as he followed his eyes to the spot on the ceiling she stared at.
Sandor grunted, "The fuck is up there?"
Melly looked at him oddly as if he should be quiet.
Sandor was cursing himself for picking one who couldn't take dick, flipping his manhood to cooperate with him. Full of frustration, he spat on his dick to moisten it, rubbing it back and forth till it swelled to an incredible size.
Her eyes shot up at the barbaric act, her face twisting in disgust at his huge penis.
"I'm not a fairy tale Knight, and you're not a very good whore," he ridiculed.
She chuckled nervously at the insult, knowing it to be true. It wasn't her first day at the brothel; not including the few slaps she'd received from her other patrons; no one had touched her. His dick now moist, he entered her again, holding half in his hand; he used half of his cock inside her. Maybe she was fresh, he'd never had a maiden whore before, and he didn't care. He liked that she didn't look at him as he fucked her, clearing his mind of the insecurities he felt. Her face was beautiful enough to make his heart quicken. Even though Little Finger's whores were all beautiful, most were too afraid for him to enjoy it. Finishing up, he gave a low grunt before he could get her to loosen up.
When Melly's eyes finally met his, he gave her a stern nod, and she was out of the room before he could get his dick back in his trousers.
He returned weeks later, strolling straight toward Melly, who was standing away from the others. Disregarding her cold stare, he clasped his hand around her arm.
Melly struggled to remove her arm from his grip, "Get th--"
"Clegane," Little Finger interrupted.
"What!" His fierce growl caused Melly almost to cringe, but she kept her eyes on the fearful Lord Baelish.
Sandor never cared for the stuck-up brothel owner, but he waited for his response.
"Maybe try another this time; we have new women who are very sensual ladies."
Little Finger placed a hand on Melly's shoulder, attempting to pull her away. Melly glanced between the two men, then smirked at the deformed man. The Lord had told her earlier that day that she would no longer serve men, securing her a different position in his brothel.
"Do you want my coin or not?" he asked, tossing him the small silver medallions.
He gave him another quick scowl before taking her hand and walking her toward the back.
Melly whispered curses at the coward as she followed the Hound.
