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❝The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what HELL is truly like.❞—{ indie & selective Sandor Clegane RP, read guidelines before following }

Written by Trevor

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"Parthenophilia { I don't know what I'm doing Looooooooool } "

Parthenophilia: I’ll write my/your character taking the others virginity

She had said she w a n t e d him, here, now, in this bed. Sandor didn’t want to want it — thoughts of the little bird raced through his mind — yet all the same, he wanted it. He looked her in the eye, searching for confirmation, and he found it. And so he would take the girl’s maidenhood.

He perched himself on his elbow and slid his other hand under the blanket and up her dress, taking his time against her inner thigh. He leaned in and kissed her then — rather forcefully — and slid one finger inside her, taking pleasure from hearing her moan into his mouth. Maidens always get wet so easily, he thought as he slowly slid yet another finger inside her and rubbed her cunt gently. Positioning himself on top of her, he slid his fingers out of her and began undoing his britches. She looked up at him with those eyes — fuck, those eyes — begging without words. But oh, he wanted words.

His cock was already hard, but before he was to get inside her, he needed her to beg him. Sandor needed her to beg for him to take her maidenhead; for oh, how sweet those words would be, whispered in his ear. ❝B E G, girl. Beg for it,❞ he whispered into her ear, his cock at the entrance of her cunt, wanting in so terribly. ❛Please,❜she whispered back, ❛p l e a s e.❜Perhaps it was weakness for the girl, or perhaps he just hadn’t fucked a girl in so long that he was desperate, but he entered her after only so little begging.

With each thrust came a grunt from him, and a moan emitted from her lips every so often as well. How good it was to hear that sweet sound once more, that of a girl whimpering from pleasure underneath him. Except this time, it was real. Lana Baratheon was no whore, she required no coin after he was finished; she had wanted this, and so had he. When he finished, he growled loudly in her ear, pulling his cock out so as not to get her pregnant. That’s the last thing we need on the road, he thought, a screaming whelp. 

Though Lana had not yet climaxed, and so he felt the need to finish her off himself as opposed to letting her do it with her own hand. He slid down, maintaining eye contact with her all the while. She was breathing heavily; she n e e d e d him. He had barely started working away at her little wet cunt with his tongue before she was gripping at the sheets and moaning loudly.

❝I needed that,❞ he whispered as he rolled off of her.