50 More Sexcapades novel Chapter 11

Lugron all but thrust a huge pot of boiling bean stew into my hands, stinging my skin where a few drops had splashed. “There are still 300 people waiting to be fed out there so get a move on!” he snarled.

I grit my teeth in annoyance and gripped the pot. “You’re lucky I honor my head, or I’d have the right mind to dump this sludge all over you.”

Lugron snorted with laughter. “Please do. I’d be the first one to take a bite out of your tender flesh after we’ve roasted you over a fire,” he added with a suggestive smirk. Disgusted, I turned and walked back out to camp, struggling to carry the pot over to the lunch line.

“Alright, come on bowls out! Hot stew! Hot stew!” The line started getting disorganized around my station as people grabbed for their chunks of black bread and shoved their bowls at me. I wore my voice out shouting at them to get back in order.

“You got a lot of nerve telling us lot what to do, ain’t you just another Stark prisoner?” A group of entitled young soldiers said to me. I shot them an evil glare as I filled their bowls. “I ain’t anyone’s fucking prisoner! I’m a proud member of the free folk- just doing my time here in peace because I almost killed one of the Stark boys when I was out hunting. The damn fool looked like a deer out there in those woods. My arrow almost went right through an eye but ended up just grazing him. The Starks still took me captive but allowed me to serve my time doing cooking and cleaning. See, I ain’t even got chains on anymore!”

“Well then, you got off quite easily than didn’t you pretty girl? Who’d you have to fuck to get that kind of deal?” They laughed amongst themselves and ran off before I could start chucking things at their heads.

“Can I get another bowl, Giselle?” I looked down at the little Merah Lorn, who was looking back up at me with puppy dog eyes. I crossed my arms at her in defiance. “Now Merah, you know there ain’t enough slop to give everyone seconds right?”

She continued staring at me and I finally sighed and caved in. “Alright fine, have some more and put this apple in your pocket. Keep it our secret though okay?”

She nodded and smiled, skipping off.

Lunch hour toiled on for what seemed like hours, and I gradually grew wearier. I realized I hadn’t had a whole lot to eat myself from being so damn busy. “Clint, will you take over my station. I need to get some water or something.”

“No way! I’m swamped as is-

“Just fucking do it!”

I was walking back to the kitchens when I felt my head start spinning. My knees buckled a bit and before I knew it, my small body was hitting the ground as serene darkness welcomed me.

When I woke, my eyelids fluttered open slowly to meet the sloped ceiling of a dark room. Wait, why do I feel so…comfortable? I propped myself up on my elbows and observed the room around me. It was warm, spacious, and cozy- with a crackling fire burning in the hearth at the front of the room. I was in a rather large bed- well large compared to the cramped maid quarters behind the kitchens. A few layers of fur blanket were draped over my body and I noticed I’d been changed out of my uniform into a rather nice sleeping robe.

Huh, maybe I should pass out in fields more often than not...

From the looks of it, I was in one of the towers on the main property, nestled away in a private bedroom. Damn, I could get used to this. I stretched my arms out and my eye caught a plate of dinner and a tall glass of water on the nightstand. I greedily consumed everything to the last bite and laid back down when I was done, sighing in blissful comfort. The only thing that could follow such a good meal is a good fuck. One of the things I missed most about being a free folk out in the wild were the men. Tall, broad, gruff, and crude- nothing like the skinny little lords prancing around Winterfell. Only a wild man could satisfy my wild needs- and man, were my needs at an all-time high right now.

I burrowed myself under the furs and closed my eyes to try and at least imagine a man’s tongue between my legs. I was rudely interrupted by a loud knock at the door and almost yelled out at whoever it was to fuck off before I remembered my graciously pleasant accommodations. Might as well show a bit of gratitude.

“You collapsed from dehydration. Don’t you know you should be more careful?” he scolded.

“Well if it weren’t for the slave masters in the kitchens I’d be hydrated all the time. Preferably with a nice strong wine,” I said, eyeing the pouch on his belt.

He followed my gaze and removed the flask from its hold. “You realize alcohol is dehydrating?”

“Just a sip won’t hurt,” I said. He grunted but still extended the pouch to me, which I took-grazing my fingertips against his hand. He stood and watched as I took a long gulp. The wine was strong and spiced just the way I liked it. “Well don’t just stand there and watch. Won’t you join me?”

I could see my charms had worked on the mighty Hound, as he kicked a foot back shutting the door behind him. I slowly walked back toward the big bed and he followed me in, almost as if I had an invisible rope around his neck. I perched myself up onto the bed, beckoning for him to come closer. He took a swig of the wine himself before lowering himself down so we were eye level.

“So you’re as big and rough as they say you are, aren’t you Sandor? It must be hard to find a woman that could take proper care of you, hm?” I held his gaze as I slipped the robe from my shoulders and let it fall, exposing my breasts. He took a sharp breath and finally let that smile broaden across his face. “I’ll tell you right now sweetheart,” he said in that low, deep voice- it’s not going to be romantic or sweet. You won’t be moaning or smiling when I’m fucking you. You’ll be screaming, cumming over and over again, and praying that I finish you off quickly when it starts to hurt. Make your choice now before it’s too late to turn back.”

Admittedly, his words shocked me but made me so wet and even hornier than I was before. I could see in his eyes that he was being completely honest with me. He would be giving me nothing less than a rough, loud, messy, deep fuck tonight. And I wanted nothing more.

Biting my lip, I pulled him onto the bed and straddled him as he started removing his clothes. The massive outline of his erect cock, bigger than any cock I’d had, rested against my inner thigh and he gave me another knowing look, challenging me to see if I’d change my mind. “Get that thing out of your pants and into my body,” I ordered- and he laughed once more before pulling me onto him…