Without warning, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt. He slid his hands to her hips and lifted her.
Her body was light in his hands. Slender and delicate. The kind of noble-bred form that rarely did labor, but held within it the heat of the Dornish sun. Her skin was golden and soft, her scent laced with citrus and spice, and the warmth between her legs pulsed with royal blood and aching desire.
He brought her lower half up, lifting her hips and resting her weight across his biceps. Her thighs hung over his shoulders, her back arched off the bed. And her pussy, her sacred, royal pussy… was now right in front of his mouth.
He circled his arms forward and fondled her breasts from below, his fingers squeezing her leaking bosom with greedy hunger.
Then his mouth found her cunt, and he guzzled her down.
His lips clamped down, spreading her folds with his tongue width, lapping at her petals like a man searching for salvation. He dragged the flat of his tongue up her slit, then circled her clit over and over again. Each motion agonizingly slow.
His nose brushed her mons, his jaw flexing with each lick. His tongue dove deep, slurping her sweet slick, tracing the edges of her tightness.
He was gasping into her as he ate, his cock twitching wildly against his belly. His thumbs pressed on her nipples again, rubbing them in tight circles, coaxing out more milk as her body arched even higher into his mouth.
It was a crime against the gods. A sin against the crown. And he loved every second of it.
"Ughhh…" Elia couldn't take it. Her resolve shattered.
She gasped, eyes wide with disbelief. Her mouth opened, but only ragged breaths came out. Short, panting moans that grew louder with each stroke of his tongue. She hummed helplessly. Her legs twitched and jerked. Her hips tried to buck, but his grip held her still.
Gods, it was too much. She had wanted a child. She'd braced herself for duty. But this… this was nothing like duty. It was divine. Overwhelming, sinful, and wicked. Devilish lust wrapped up in a holy white cloak.
She tried to silence herself, biting her lip, but her body said otherwise. Her moans slipped out, breathy and sticky. Her eyes turned glassy, her mouth trembling, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
And Bronn, Septon Bronn, kept licking her like a man tasting wine for the first time in his life.
Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched hard.
"Mmmmh… F-Forgive me… Bronn, but…" Elia whispered, trembling. Her tone swayed between shame and pleasure.
"Hmmm…" he hummed, mouth pressed tight to her cunt. The vibration of his deep groan rolled through her, and then he dove in harder.
His tongue flattened against her slit, scooping her up in long, sucking pulls. He was practically inhaling her entire pussy like she was a feast, tongue drilling into her love canal like a desperate man.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Elia arched off the bed, her back curling in the air like a bow drawn to the limit. The climax ripped through her, raw and violent. Her thighs snapped shut around his head, trembling uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched and pulsed in rhythm with her release, drenching his lips, chin, and stubble with waves of sweet, royal nectar.
But Bronn didn't stop. His mouth latched on tighter, tongue thrashing as she rode her orgasm like a storm. Her cries, muffled by the biting, kept rising and falling, and still he licked, drank, and gulped. His face was a dripping mess by the time her spasms finally subsided. It was new to her. So new.
When he pulled away, his cheeks were soaked, his chin glistening, his lips swollen from overuse. He looked down and admired her. She had a face that screamed sweet, innocent, and kind. And doing all that to such a face was unholy, and yet insanely arousing.
Elia was a mess. Her toned belly rose and fell with rapid breaths. Her arms lay limp at her sides. Her hair clung to her sweaty temples, her thighs twitching with aftershocks.
What a beautiful sight. Bronn admired his work for a while. But he felt unsatisfied. He was hard, ready to spill, and he really didn't want to jerk off.
Fuck it! Not like she'll back down now.
"Since it's likely past midnight now, might as well start the second day rites, Princess," Bronn declared and got off the bed. "I… I suppose you're tired. Lie down on your back and rest your head off the bed's edge, Princess."
Eyes half open, Elia moved as he commanded, lost in sensations and fatigue. She lay down in the middle of the bed, over its breadth, her head dangling off the edge. Her shimmering dark hair spilled long and touched the floor.
Seven, look away because I'm about to… fuck her face.
Bronn stepped forward, his cock twitching and dripping with need. The heat from her climax clung to the air around them, mixed with the scent of sex and incense. His shaft flexed proudly as he approached her upside-down face. He tapped the leaking head of his cock on her soft lips.
The weight of it made her flinch, but she opened up without a word, welcoming his sacred offering.
Bronn, never missing a beat, started to mutter another prayer, low and full of sin-drenched mockery.
Elia didn't fully understand the words, but she believed in him anyway.
"I'll start slow, Princess."
He gripped her jaw with one hand and guided his cock between her parted lips. Her mouth was tight, so tight. Even wetter than before, her spit already pooling as he slid the swollen purple head inside. He swallowed a groan as her lips stretched around him.
Fucking hell… the woman's tight everywhere. Her body… her cunt… her throat.
He gave her time, allowed her to adjust, then started rocking back and forth. Short thrusts, just enough to coat his throbbing hardness in her saliva. His other hand dropped to her breasts, palms tasting her milk-filled tits again. He palmed the softness while his hips itched to drive in deeper.
"Nnngpfff~!" Elia gagged.
He shoved halfway in, his balls smacking against her forehead with a heavy plap! Her nose mashed into his sack, and he felt sheer pleasure, drunk on the sheer filth of the moment.
Here he was, fucking Elia Martell's face. The once-proud royal Princess. The woman of a dragon. And now she was nothing but a sacred hole for his blessing.
"Uuuughk!" She gagged again, throat spasming around his girth, but Bronn grabbed her head and held it in place.
He thrust again, harder, longer. Until finally, he was balls deep.
His cock fully disappeared down her throat, and he could see the thick outline bulging through her slender neck. It moved each time he pulled back and drove forward again, like watching a beast crawl under her skin.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The room was filled with obscene wet slaps, his cock pounding her face, her drool and his precum coating her dark golden skin in streaks of filth. Her eyes fluttered open, watery and glazed, lashes stuck together from spit. Her face was painted with shame and worship all at once.
His balls smacked into her face with every thrust. The rhythm picked up. The spit spread. Her cheeks puffed out, her mouth drooling around his shaft.
Bronn leaned in, pressing his hips forward with brutal control, pinching both of her tits between his calloused fingers.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
The sounds from her throat were utterly depraved. Wet, choked gulps echoed in the room like a sinful choir singing songs of carnal pleasure.
"Aaaargh… Accept… the… essence!"
He rammed balls deep and spilled into her throat. His balls smacked heavily on her brow and finally exploded.
His seed surged out in thick, molten waves, hot and heavy, blasting down her esophagus. But he didn't linger long. Just a second, any more and she might choke to death. He quickly pulled back a few inches, careful to let her breathe while he still emptied into her scorching mouth.
His shaft pulsed with every spurt. His balls dragged across her face slowly, smearing themselves across her cheeks and chin in one long, gooey stroke.
"Princess, don't let it drip," he warned her.
Elia, face upside-down and dazed, obeyed. Her throat started to contract, suckling at his sensitive cockhead.
Gulp-Gulp!
She swallowed it, all of it. The sacred filth. The gift of the gods. It coated her tongue, slicked down her throat, and sat warm in her belly. And yet, she kept going. Bronn's cockhead remained in her mouth the entire time, throbbing gently on her tongue.
She didn't even blink. Her eyes were watery, her lashes sticky, but her mouth kept working and swallowing every last drop.
Bronn grunted again, stroking the base of his shaft lazily, coaxing out the final remnants of his divine offering. Another glob oozed free from the tip.
Elia, by instinct now, swallowed that too. By then, she wasn't even thinking. Her mind was a haze. Her body moved on command, her soul blank and moldable. She was just doing what she was told.
Plop!
Bronn's cock finally slipped out of her mouth with a lewd pop, coated in spit. He let it drag slowly across her face, wiping himself on her skin like a brush on canvas. Strings of white clung from her nose to her cheek, lips to chin.
And fuck, on her dusky Dornish skin, that sticky mess looked divine. A holy mark.
His seed looked potent.
A satisfied smirk subtly curled across his face.
"We will…" He stepped away from her, returning to the septon persona. "We'll carry on at first light, Princess. You get the bed. I'll make do with the floor."
Elia Martell said nothing and just moved into a better position. God knew what was on her mind. Second thoughts? Questions? Doubts? Sadness? The woman curled up in bed and fell asleep from fatigue.
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