Her pussy was neat, tight, just the right kind for her slender frame. Her mons bore a thin patch of trimmed hair, the kind done with careful, practiced hands. Not wild, but not barren either. Her petals were soft, pinkish-brown, drawn tight like a bud that hadn't bloomed.
He could tell immediately. She wasn't sexually active. She hadn't been touched in a long while. The lips were tight, the cleft faint. She wasn't a virgin, but neither had she been filled, ravaged, or worshiped properly.
Flick! Flick!
He poured more oil on her pussy precisely, then further down on her thighs, knees, and feet.
"Make him strong in flesh and thought,
With all the gifts her heart has sought.
In your light, our bodies twine.
Bless her womb with seed of mine."
Finally, he put the censer aside and then got down on his knees by the bed. Without asking, he moved both hands as if it were a common thing. He placed one hand on her breast and the other on her cunt.
Elia gasped, her breath sharp. She flinched in bed, but she stayed put. Her gulps were audible.
This is so amusing. Bronn was enjoying his time. He didn't fondle her, though, and just kept his hands there. Feeling the warmth of her handful tits, and the warmth of her pussy yet to be touched.
"Your Grace." Bronn pulled his hands back and rose. He started unfastening his septon robes. "Seven help us, your body's too weak to carry another babe."
Elia frowned. She'd heard that before plenty of times. "Then…"
"I'll need to heal you first." Bronn declared, and it was true. He had to strengthen her body or else she'd die in childbirth. "With my hands and some holy medicine, you'll be well by the time you need to deliver the babe."
Elia said nothing, just gulped. Her eyes were entirely focused on the thing dangling between Bronn's legs. In her life, she had only seen one cock, and what Bronn had was perhaps twice that size, if not more. Veiny, bulging, thick, and threatening to even look at. And the rest of his body as well… he didn't resemble a septon at all. He was carved like a young warrior with his skin lightly tanned.
And yet, she found herself welcoming it all. The way he told her about her delicate body state, her trust in Bronn grew. Not many were aware of her health, after all. Only the Grand Maester knew. She was warned that birthing another child could end her.
"I understand, Bronn."
"Please turn around, Your Grace. I'll rub medicine on your body and heal the delicate parts."
"Elia," Elia muttered as she turned. "I'm no Princess now, Bronn. Simply call me Elia."
"Then I'll call you Princess," Bronn replied, maintaining professionalism. "You'll soon be in Dorne, after all."
Elia gave a legitimate, grateful, yet pained smile and lay fully prone on the bed, her face sideways on the pillow.
"I'll begin." Bronn declared and climbed onto the bed, making it creak. He straddled her over her thighs, keeping his drooping, hot shaft flat on the valley between her tight hips. He almost moaned when he felt her warm skin. How soft she was all over. His cock throbbed on her asscrack with anticipation.
Elia was no different. She clenched the bedsheets and closed her eyes. Letting a man, not her husband, touch her was hard to accept.
"I will rub the medicine on you and check for any weak parts, Princess," he explained. He fucking loved calling her Princess. It felt so taboo and exciting because of that. "Relax your limbs, yeah? Gods above, we're short on time."
He dripped some oil onto his hands, rubbed them together, and then set to work.
At first, he acted professional, his thumbs working slowly, circular motions into the knots of her shoulders, massaging the tension out of her frame. Her skin was divine to the touch, golden, warm, and so smooth he felt like he was rubbing oil on silk. His fingers traveled down her back, slick with oil, stopping here and there.
Occasionally, his thumbs slid sideways, grazing the outer curve of her breast. Just enough to make her take deeper breaths, but not enough to be scandalous.
"Mmm…" The sound escaped her before she could catch it. She bit into the pillow to muffle the next one.
Bronn smirked behind her. His cock twitched, resting just above the curve of her ass.
He let his hands drift lower, rubbing the small of her back, gripping her narrow waist, then finally reaching the slope of her backside. He gave both asscheeks a firm squeeze. They were small, but round, plump enough to jiggle under his grip, fleshy enough for his hips to bounce off of comfortably. Her ass was perfection, tanned peach, tight, smooth, and gleaming with oil.
His thumbs parted them slowly.
Fuck…
As he spread her cheeks, the wrinkled star of her backhole peeked up at him, delicate and brown, twitching slightly with each of her shallow breaths. He lingered on the sight, his cock pressed stiff and throbbing along her crack.
Elia hadn't moved once. Not a single protest. As if she wanted to be laid bare.
Bronn shifted lower, still straddling her, now positioning himself between her calves. He bent down and pulled her soft thighs apart gently, just enough to give himself a view of her hidden treasure.
Her cunt was flushed now. Dark pink and slick, no longer dry. The oil had done its work… or perhaps it was just him. Her folds were slightly glistening, the petals soft, no longer clenched tight.
She was ready, or nearly enough.
"Turn around, Princess." He moved off of her for a moment.
As soon as Elia was once again flat on her back, he straddled her belly this time. So thin, he easily nestled his knees beside her, and his cock daringly slapped down between her round, milk-filled breasts.
He throbbed, it ached. But he maintained the illusion of holiness. He rubbed the oil on her shoulders while directly staring into her dark eyes. He rubbed her neck, so thin it felt like a twig. He grabbed her arms and oiled them as well.
"Mh…"
Finally, when he grabbed her beautiful breasts, she let out a subtle moan.
Small, but rounded. He molded them gently, spreading his fingers wide, shaping them like warm clay. Her nipples were already hard, pale brown tips flushed with blood and need. And there, just as he suspected, his squeezing coaxed out a slow bead of nurturing nectar.
Bronn groaned under his breath. He rubbed his palms over her perfect swells in circles, spreading her milk across her skin like an offering. He pinched both nipples between his thumbs and fingers, rolling them softly at first, then firmer, teasing more of that sweet, mothering essence out of her.
She gasped and arched subtly, her lips parting in shock or shame… or perhaps pleasure. She didn't stop him.
Satisfied for now, Bronn finally slid lower.
His hands massaged her belly, soft and tight, the oil glistening in the candlelight as he worked his thumbs in lazy spirals. Her belly quivered under his touch. Her breath caught in her throat.
And then… he moved between her legs.
Carefully, he spread her thighs wider, lifting each one just slightly, so he could tuck his own legs beneath hers in a wide V. Her legs settled, now spread around his waist, her cunt fully opened to him, unhidden, glorious in the glow of holy sin.
Seven! Beautiful all around. Even the cunt is lovely.
Her slit was tight, perfect. The lower lips petite and glistening, flushed from the heat rushing down to her core. Her juices shimmering across her petals, a glossy, slick sheen just waiting for him. Not overflowing… not yet. But she was certainly aroused.
Bronn felt like complimenting her, but held back. It would have been inappropriate.
He reached forward and touched her pussy with one slow pass of his thumb and pressed gently along the moist seam. Her hips gave a quick jolt, a flutter of reaction. Then he found her clit, small and swollen, and circled it in slow, steady strokes.
Elia shuddered. Her thighs tensed. She couldn't suppress the shiver running through her limbs. And still, she stayed still.
So he slid in a finger.
Her cunt clenched in reaction the moment he entered. Tight, warm, wet walls greeted him, hugging his fingers as if starved for contact. It made his cock jerk wildly, the sight of his thick digit sinking slowly into royal pussy driving him mad.
Gods, I'm fingering a Princess.
A second finger joined, and Bronn started to pump them slowly, twisting them side to side, curling toward her splayed upper wall. Scraping her soaked walls with his rough digits.
Elia's hips twitched, her belly trembled. She started to move. The subtle thrusts of her pelvis, no longer restrained. Her body was subconsciously seeking it now, that heat, that pleasure. When was the last time anyone touched her like this?
Her breathing quickened. Her back arched. And yet she kept her lips clenched tight, denying herself the moans that clawed at her throat.
"And with this… the blessing shall flow."