Hounded (Invite)

Abigail was being driven to distraction by a certain male.

It had been a few days since they had begun to be more familiar with each other, ever since the prostitute incidence they were closer than they had ever been and there was something else there too. Well, there had always been something there for her but maybe he might be returning her feelings as well finally.

Still she didn't want to risk it, going and asking him to take that step and become romantically involved together. IN Westeros they tended to marry each other before having sex if they were serious but she didn't think that the Hound wanted to marry her just yet and she couldn't wait much longer.

Laying on her back, candles burning around her room, Abigail softly slipped her fingers in and out of her hot, wet core, groaning softly each time they touched that sweet place inside of her. She was in her underwear, her thong was lace strips sewn together so her womanhood could be seen through it - her neat trimming of hair. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra, its lace trim barely covered them as they hardened.

Unable to stop herself thinking of him, of his voice - his dee voice crooning into her ear. Moaning, groaning as he thrusted into her again, and again. Going faster and faster until both of them finished so hard that they knew they could never have the same feeling from anyone else.

Her hands became his own, closing her eyes she arched her hips up with pleasure as she imagined his rough large fingers playing with her nipples, rubbing her clit until she came right then and there. Every thought made her more desperate for release and she waited for the day that he might be here doing these things to her for real.

The black silken dressing gown she was wearing was haphazard over the sheets of the bed as her writhing had mussed it, one of her stockings had come further down her leg as she had bucked her legs with a happy flick to her sensitive nub.

"Ohhhh...Hound." she gasped, her voice wanton as she slipped a second finger inside of her womanly place, her plump lips parted in an expression of wordless pleasure.

The Hound had been thinking about Abigail Wallis more and more frequently and as he was a hot-blooded male who enjoyed more about life than just the killing of others... his interest in her had begun to turn sexual very quickly. He had started watching the way she walked and had memorized the way her body looked from every angle.

Why?

So that even when he wasn't in her presence he would be able to see her, clear as daylight through crystal, right in front of him. And as he had been preparing to turn in for the night he had been preparing his mental image of her lovely for form for some... personal matters. Or, better yet, he hoped that he would get a chance to see her again tonight.

And lo and behold the Gods were kind for once.

Tyrian Lannister had heard of some plot or other to steal some of her supplies... The Hound was asked to guard her.

So here he was, entering her chambers as quietly as possible. He thought her to be asleep so when he moved towards her closed bedroom door the sound of soft moans caused him to pause. Moving forwards, he felt the need to swallow hard when he heard her moaning his name. Moving right up against the door he watched as she laid there in the sexiest, barely there, pieces of clothing and pleasured herself.

While moaning his name.

The Hound felt his own arousal spiking visibly against his armour but right now he was too mesmerised to move, just watching through the half open door.

Abigail thought she had heard the door go but it was probably just her imagination, someone would have called out to let her know that they were entering. They would get an eyeful if they hadn't. It was kind of thrilling to think that someone might be here, watching. Maybe it might even be Sandor himself? With a little wanton chuckle, Abigail allowed herself to indulge in that fantasy.

What would she do if Sandor himself were here watching her at the foot of the bed? If he had given her a command to pleasure herself so that he might watch?

Her long, smooth legs rubbed against each other, elongating down to lay flat on the bed before slipping back up to run along each other. The sensation of the silk stockings against her skin made her gasp softly, it made her throb with arousal. She would want him to notice how these legs could wrap around his waist, lock tight for different...positions.

One of her hands ran up to her breast, she took it into her hand and squeezed hard so that the warm flesh was kneaded between her fingers, but her hands were too small to fit them all in. Groaning softly Abigail knew that Sandor's hands would be filled by her breasts, he could squeeze them all and it would feel so good. On instinct she moved to her nipples, her tongue languidly licked at a finger tip before it returned to tweak and pull a nipple.

"Ah...ahhhh..." she moaned, her voice getting louder as her pleasure grew, as her fingers delved deeper inside of her stroking faster, pushing harder inside "Oh...oh Sandor please!" Abigail cried, her body writhing in pleasure on her sheets, her silk dressing gown becoming completely undone all of her body on display.

As she rubbed, and rubbed at her clit Abigail gasped, and groaned, mewling with pleasure until she finally felt her body stiffening and she squeaked out;

"Sandor! Yes!!"

Allowing her body to calm and relax, Abigail took her fingers from her womanly place and allowed her tongue to lick up all of the juices that were left; "Mmm." she sighed.

Sandor.

She had switched from what everyone called him to the one thing that only she called him and he loved that. Almost as much as he loved the fact that she was getting so into this that she hadn't even noticed he had stepped into the room proper and closed the door behind him. She had been so engaged in her fantasy, imagining that her fingers, her hands, were his own that she had missed him entering, no longer bothering to hide.

Why would he? It was obvious she wanted him and he definitely wanted her.

Her breasts were too big to fit into one of her hands but he was sure that one of his hands, larger than hers, would be more than capable of holding one. He licked his suddenly dry lips at the thought of his hand covering one of her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. Softly at first and then with slightly more pressure when it hardened under his touch.

She was stroking her core and even the 'button' as the other soldiers and guards called it. Sandor was probably going to be calling it helper in the next few minutes if what he was seeing was truthful. Smirking a little bit he watched as she finished herself off, his own arousal straining against his trousers. Moving closer as she came down from her high, he reached out with a callused hand and gently squeezed one of her breasts.

It fitted perfectly in his hand and his fingers teased her nipple as it began to harden. He looked into her eyes, his arousal pressing against her hip through his trousers,

"Encore."

Abigail was breathing softly, trying to calm herself down enough to go to sleep when she heard someone moving and she was about to sit up and ask what the hell they were doing in here when she felt a hand pressing against her breasts. On her tender skin it felt amazing and she laid back, moaning weakly already, she pressed her hand over his to hold it to her breast she wanted him to keep working it, to keep pleasuring it.

It was Sandor, of course it was, she would know him anywhere. He had been watching her pleasure herself to thoughts of him...and now he was here, wanting her.

Looking up into his face her cheeks were flushed, her hair tousled from her hands running through it and writhing against the pillows and sheets. Gasping softly as he made her sensitive nipple harden, Abigail rubbed her hips against his own, her hands running against his cold armour and she smirked softly;

"Your armour is making me cold, Sandor...you'll have to take it off for me." she stated, tugging on his cloak to detach it and throwing it to the ground.

The sensation of his arousal against her hip made her groan and she darted upwards and pressed her lips to his own. To start it was a gentle, sensual kiss, her lips worked against his own before her tongue gently slipped along his bottom lip, her mouth captured his lower lip after this lick gently sucking on it to pleasure him. Finally she allowed her tongue to enter his mouth, running against his own - the sensation sending pleasurable shocks to her core.

"Take me Sandor, please." Abigail pleaded, running her hands down his body "I want you, so badly."

Wondering what he would think of her strange underclothes, Abigail discarded her silk gown on the floor so she was in her tiny panties and bra, with her lace stockings.

"However, you, want, me." she purred, kissing his lips with every word, her hand caressing his arousal gently with a teasing feather light touch.

Sandor tweaked her nipple a little bit when she complained that his armour was making her cold. She didn't seem to mind it all that much so long as he kept doing what he was doing with his hand. He could do that and would be happy to do so to be honest. Smirking a little bit, he unbuckled his trousers first before pulling himself out of his chainmail shirt and undershirt, revealing his heavily scarred torso,

"Better no?"

With both hands he now squeezed and played with her breasts, wanting her nipples to be hard as diamonds when he was licking and sucking them later. He would enjoy that so much and he knew that Abigail would love to feel his tongue there.

When she moved up and kissed him he matched her for every second. When she was sensual so was he and by the time she was kissing his hungrily he had an arm wrapped around her waist to pin her to him and he growled loudly,

"Take you?"

He was not a man to dismiss an opportunity like that. Pulling both of her strange undergarments off, he stepped out of his trousers and underwear himself to fee his hard arousal. Holding her by her tight little ass, Sandor picked her up and walked her to the nearest wall. Pressing her back up against a tapestry (to soften her back), he positioned himself before pushing into her hot, wet, sex with his hard cock, kissing her hungrily as he did, all the while growling,

"Mine..."

Abigail immediately wanted to kiss and lick every single scar on his chest and she would do when they weren't so desperate for each others bodies. Now the energy was screaming, begging for sex and who was she to deny that request? Her body was thrumming and she was damp between her legs again at just a few touches from the man that she was swiftly developing hard, deep feelings for.

Running her fingers up and down his torso Abigail moaned softly and allowed her lips to kiss and suck on a few scars as he played with her breasts, making her back arch into his touch. Her body wanted more pleasure, and her lips parted in a mewl of happiness as he played with her breasts until she could scarcely take it any more.

"Ah yes...yes." she pleaded "Don't stop."

The feeling of being pinned to such a strong, muscular body would have made others fear but it made her reel with pleasure and excitement.

"God yes, take me." Abigail repeated, her eyes glistening with lust, she wasn't going to be taking no for an answer because she wanted to be able to finally be sated. She needed his hard cock fucking her until she passed out, that was the only way she would get some respite from these fantasies she'd been having.

Now naked Abigail groaned at the sensation of being picked up and pressed against the wall, his cock was thick and long and she wanted it inside of her so badly. As it pressed against her womanhood, Abigail couldn't help but cry out in pleasure when he thrust so deep inside of her she thought he hit the back of her womanhood.

Tightening her legs Abigail ground her hips to his, pleasuring his cock inside of her as she flexed her walls and changed the angle of himself inside of her by rolling her hips.

"Sandor..." she pleaded "Please, more! I...I need more."