Fic: A Matter of Size
Title: A Matter of Size
Rating: R
Pairing: Sansa/Sandor
Word Count: 460
Summary: "I thought you'd be bigger," she said. Crack!fic.
"I thought you'd be bigger," she said.
Sandor could feel his cock deflating. He was ready to kill the girl he'd been willing to admit he loved moments ago. He stroked himself, to keep it fully up. "Are you blind, girl?" he rasped.
"I'm not saying you're not big," she tried to reassure him. "You're big. It's only that I thought you might have been even bigger."
Seasoned whores eyed his cock with trepidation and some had had difficulty taking him. What did Sansa Stark know of men anyway - she swore she was a maiden. Of course, she was probably lying and she knew more of men than he wanted to know. Jealously Sandor contemplated how huge the men she'd been with must have been for her to find him disappointing.
"It's not the size," he said. "It's how a man uses it." He'd always thought that was a blatant lie men with little pricks told themselves, but might be it had some truth to it after all.
"I'm sure you use your manhood wonderfully," she told him brightly, in the same voice and with the same accompanying smile she used for her court lies.
Sandor tucked his cock back into his breeches and laced up. He picked up his tunic from where she'd flung it on the floor and pulled it on. He buckled on his sword belt. "I think I'd better sleep in the stables," he said roughly.
"Don't go," she said. "I didn't mean to injure your pride. Forgive me."
"What are you comparing it to?" Sandor demanded angrily. "Tell me! How big is big enough for you?"
"I'm not comparing you to anyone," she said, sounding hurt, as if he had been the one to grievously insult her. "I told you I didn't mean anything by it."
Sandor unlaced his breeches and lifted his cock out. "It's practically as big as your forearm," he told her. "You'd have to have a cunt like a mare's to take anything bigger."
She looked stunned, as if a new thought had occurred to her. "Oh," she said. She studied his cock. She seemed worried. "Does it have to go all the way inside?" she asked.
"That depends on how merciful I'm feeling," he said. His tone indicated that he wasn't feeling very merciful right now.
Sansa striped the blanket off the bed and held it out to him. "I think you'd better sleep in the stables."
First he wasn't big enough for her and now he was too big. Sandor snatched the blanket from her and stormed out of the room. He'd sleep with Stranger until Sansa made up her bloody mind. It'd serve her right if he left her at the inn, but he knew he wouldn't.
Rating: R
Pairing: Sansa/Sandor
Word Count: 460
Summary: "I thought you'd be bigger," she said. Crack!fic.
"I thought you'd be bigger," she said.
Sandor could feel his cock deflating. He was ready to kill the girl he'd been willing to admit he loved moments ago. He stroked himself, to keep it fully up. "Are you blind, girl?" he rasped.
"I'm not saying you're not big," she tried to reassure him. "You're big. It's only that I thought you might have been even bigger."
Seasoned whores eyed his cock with trepidation and some had had difficulty taking him. What did Sansa Stark know of men anyway - she swore she was a maiden. Of course, she was probably lying and she knew more of men than he wanted to know. Jealously Sandor contemplated how huge the men she'd been with must have been for her to find him disappointing.
"It's not the size," he said. "It's how a man uses it." He'd always thought that was a blatant lie men with little pricks told themselves, but might be it had some truth to it after all.
"I'm sure you use your manhood wonderfully," she told him brightly, in the same voice and with the same accompanying smile she used for her court lies.
Sandor tucked his cock back into his breeches and laced up. He picked up his tunic from where she'd flung it on the floor and pulled it on. He buckled on his sword belt. "I think I'd better sleep in the stables," he said roughly.
"Don't go," she said. "I didn't mean to injure your pride. Forgive me."
"What are you comparing it to?" Sandor demanded angrily. "Tell me! How big is big enough for you?"
"I'm not comparing you to anyone," she said, sounding hurt, as if he had been the one to grievously insult her. "I told you I didn't mean anything by it."
Sandor unlaced his breeches and lifted his cock out. "It's practically as big as your forearm," he told her. "You'd have to have a cunt like a mare's to take anything bigger."
She looked stunned, as if a new thought had occurred to her. "Oh," she said. She studied his cock. She seemed worried. "Does it have to go all the way inside?" she asked.
"That depends on how merciful I'm feeling," he said. His tone indicated that he wasn't feeling very merciful right now.
Sansa striped the blanket off the bed and held it out to him. "I think you'd better sleep in the stables."
First he wasn't big enough for her and now he was too big. Sandor snatched the blanket from her and stormed out of the room. He'd sleep with Stranger until Sansa made up her bloody mind. It'd serve her right if he left her at the inn, but he knew he wouldn't.