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Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
Who'd have thought Bronn would have a Princess on her knees, getting face fucked balls deep in her throat. He was sitting on a chair of all things, and she was down there, kneeling, dressed in a septa's garb.
Bronn honestly liked bedding septas. Many of them were virgins. But they were also hard to bed. He'd been lucky with only one until now. Well, now he had the Princess dressed like a septa.
"Ghhhhk… Ummm…!"
Bronn wasn't even touching her. He wasn't holding her head. Elia was sucking him off on her own. On the second day of the ritual, he emptied his balls in her mouth three times and painted her face once.
He stayed in his humble abode in the name of preparing for his journey. Well, he was, just not in the way others expected.
And like that, the second day passed. It was finally the third day, when he was supposed to fuck her for good and sow his seed.
But he didn't take her that night. No, he chose to do her during the day when the streets outside would be far noisier, reducing the chance of her moans escaping. Besides, he needed some time to gather some of his blessing essence.
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"I will soon be on my way, old man," Bronn said and left the town's Sept. It was the middle of the day, and he was done with his duties.
Click!
He turned the keys and entered his small home. Right away, he was greeted with the beautiful sight of Elia Martell in a septa's garbs. White robes, but without the hood, so that way he got to see her beautiful, dark hair.
"I've purchased the ingredients," he told her, and went over to his workbench. "I'll cook up some strong medicine for you, Princess. By the Seven, it'll harden your core like the Wall in winter."
"What about our journey to Dorne?" Elia asked him, having gotten a little used to his presence, and ignoring the musky scent in the room.
"I'm working on it. Preparing a stagecoach isn't cheap. But it's not impossible. I've used my connections. We'll get a reply in two days." Bronn revealed and suddenly started to remove his clothes. "We should continue with the ritual now, Princess. Today's the most important one."
Elia's jaw tightened, but her hands moved to remove her septa's gown. She knew what they were going to do. And after this, there was no going back. A physical exchange sacred for lovers, for a husband and wife, she was going to do it with this man.
And she had every intention to. For revenge.
Elia went to bed and lay down on her back willingly. In moments, Bronn crawled between her dusky, long legs and spread them wide. He had the censer in his hand, and he hovered it above her fertile entrance.
"...Take my seed, let strength arise,
A bold young lad with his rightful eyes."
And then, Bronn placed the censer aside and looked down at her entrance. It wasn't dry, so he didn't bother using the oil. He pushed her legs up and wide, and shifted closer on knees until his cockhead was flat against her warm opening.
He looked up at Elia's face, charming, anxious, her brows creased.
"Keep the Maiden in your thoughts."
With that, he pushed his cock inside.
Slowly, his thick cock parted her lower lips, feeding the swollen mushroom-head into her velvet sheath. The warmth welcomed him, tight and hesitant. He could feel every heartbeat inside her. Her walls clenched around his girth like she'd never been truly fucked before. Not properly, not like this.
"Mmm…" Elia let out a moan, low and trembling, the air stuck in her throat.
Bronn pushed deeper, hands gripping the sides of her dusky thighs. Her legs trembled. Her pussy sucked him in, inch by inch, squeezing his cock in a wet, desperate seal.
"Ummmm!" Elia shook her head suddenly, her hand twitching against his chest.
It wasn't a command to stop, just her body reacting. Trying to comprehend being stretched so wide, and so deep. But she didn't resist. She powered through it, biting her lip, determined to take it all. To make this moment count.
He paused, letting her adjust. Her breathing was shallow, quick, and her fingers clenching the sheets. Then, he pulled out halfway and slammed back in with more strength.
"Aaaaah!" she cried out, her back arching, body shaking under him. Her cunt gripped his shaft, quivering around his girth, still trying to understand the length buried inside her.
He gritted his teeth, savoring the feeling of being cock-deep inside the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms. Her cunt was warm, tight, exquisite, like a silk glove soaked in heat.
"I'll start moving. Hold the Maiden's name in your thoughts," he warned.
Bronn leaned over her, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, keeping them spread wide and high. Her ass lifted slightly, angling her perfectly for his deep plunges. He leaned his face even further down and devoured her breast, sucking greedily, tongue lapping at the nipple that leaked her faint sweetness.
Sweat was already forming on both their bodies. Glistening over her collarbone, trickling between her breasts, dampening the bed beneath them. She smelled of incense and lustful heat. Her moans grew louder with each suckle on her mounds of fragrant flesh.
Then, he started to move, truly move. Thrusting his hips with force, each jolt plunging her deeper into the mattress.
Her back bent, her legs wrapped high around his waist, her arms circled his neck.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
He fucked her down into the sheets, long and deep strokes that used the entire length of his phallus to fill her. Each time he pulled back, it was to drive in harder. Each slap of his hips struck her soaked, puffy cunt into oblivion.
"MMmm… Oh, oh!" Elia whimpered under him, her legs trembling around Bronn's waist, her hands clawing down his back. The sensation, the girth, the heat; it was all overwhelming.
"Shhh… Let me help with the moans." Bronn said.
His lips came crashing down on hers.
Elia's eyes widened in shock. That… was intimate. Too intimate. Far more so than his cock driving deep into her core. Her breath stifled, her hips halted, and for a single moment, time slowed.
Bronn didn't ease off. His mouth moved against hers like they were lovers. Like he meant it.
Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, clinging to him as if her soul was falling apart. Her lips softened, parted, and his tongue slipped into her mouth.
She gasped, whimpered into the kiss. Then she moaned, a trembling vibration as her entire body snapped.
"Mmmph—!" She climaxed.
It hit her hard. Her cunt clenched around his engorged flesh, milking him, sucking him with all her womanly might. Her toes curled, her hips trembled, and her back arched high into his body as the orgasm tore through her. Her soaked walls pulsed around his cock, demanding, pleading, desperate.
Bronn didn't break the kiss. He devoured her cry of bliss, muffling it in his mouth, nipping her lips as she shook beneath him. His hands grabbed her thighs, his arms caging her, pinning her to the mattress as he fucked through her peak.
"Mmmm!" Elia gasped into his mouth. She felt it, his cock pressed hard and deep, grinding against the soft gate of her womb. She could feel the throb, the heartbeat pulsing in his length. He was there.
Then, he gave it to her.
"Nnnngh!"
Bronn exhaled through his nose, his brows clenched tight, focusing everything, his mind, his magic, his soul, on this very moment. On the son she wished for.
He kissed her harder, and as his balls tightened, his cock throbbed, and the first burst of seed surged forward. He bred her.
Hot, thick cream jetted from his cock, filling the deepest place in her womb, spraying warmth through her trembling core. He poured into her, wave after wave, his cock pumping her full of his body's creation.
Elia whimpered, still shaking. She felt it all. His heavy body pressed down on her. His weight, his skin, his heat. His cock deep in her core, spilling the essence of gods into her. She could feel it rise, warm, seeping into her womb, filling her. Each pulse of his cock made her feel more alive. More woman, more hopeful.
Her eyes burned, tears pooled. Not from pain. Not from shame.
But from something else. Longing. Desperation. Need.
"Mmm…"
Elia herself was kissing him back. She didn't know when she started it, but she knew she welcomed it.
Bronn slowly finished filling her up and giving her the seed she desired. In the days ahead, he'd be doing her just for pleasure. And he had every intention of doing it.
However, while he gave her the babe she wanted, he also left out something important.
Something that was needed to continue the bloodline.
Something that the future King, or Prince, would be desperate to do.
And in those moments, Elia would remember him. Seek him.
All in time.
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