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Against the wall, on the chair, her jumping on his lap, or in any way imaginable. Bronn fucked Elia six times, just during that day. He didn't let her wear her gown for once. He emptied his balls inside her each time. She was sore, swollen, and red between her legs already.
But Bronn had a plan behind it. He fucked her all the way until midnight. Then, he suggested they continue with the next day's rituals—the backdoor.
Elia, fucked out of her mind by then, even tired, still did as Bronn said. He made her get down on all fours on the bed. He didn't even bother with saying a prayer this time, just stared and started to probe her.
"Oooooh~" Elia screamed into the pillow.
Bronn smirked and spat again and again, keeping it lubricated. He also used a potion that made his cock very slimy, easy to slide. It was a recipe from his memories.
"Relax and breathe." He advised her and, with pride, spread her ass open. He slowly slipped his cockhead inside her tight ass, and fuck, it was tight!
Her hole clenched. Her back arched.
He pressed the flushed tip of his cock in.
"Unghh!" She moaned, biting her lip.
Tight, too tight. Gods. Bronn almost lost it right then. Her walls strangled his cock, inch by inch.
Elia's back wouldn't stay still either. She kept squirming, moaning, her spine curling, hips rocking forward. Every movement stroked his sensitive length.
He pushed her spine down with one hand, pinning her to the mattress. Her ass lifted higher. The angle was perfect, almost too perfect. Then, he started moving.
Slowly, so fucking slow. It was almost torture, drowning in pleasure with no chance to breathe. Her ass gripped him tight enough to bruise bone, forcing him to only use half his cock. He wasn't insane. Any more and she might split in two.
"Uuuuhhhh~!" Elia gritted her teeth into the pillow. Her toes curled. Her legs trembled uncontrollably.
And then she came. Just from the insane stimulation he gave her ass.
Her entire body shuddered, her thighs shook violently, and her breath caught in her chest.
Bronn's balls ached. The pressure was maddening. "Ugh… Take… the essence!"
With a final push, he buried himself deep and spilled everything. Every fucking drop. His cock twitched as he emptied his load inside her ass, his baby batter overflowing the stretched ring, running out in hot, messy streaks.
Her hole gaped open as he pulled out, leaking his thick white cum down the curve of her ass and onto the bed. It was such a magical sight, it was criminally taboo, having the princess like that, ass leaking his mischief.
Too tired, he then collapsed beside her. The first time he'd ever done that.
"Too much, was it?" Bronn said, hinting at softness with his voice. "The Maiden's not shy. She calls for the body, head to heel, and Seven help you if you're half-hearted."
Elia shifted and cuddled beside him, putting an arm over his naked chest.
Oh? Interesting.
Such a response was unexpected by Bronn. He welcomed it and slid an arm under her head, and held the woman close like she was his lover.
Slow and steady.
Carving an irreplaceable place in Elia's heart wasn't easy. But Bronn was committed to it. A noblewoman of her caliber, driven by revenge, was bound to achieve greatness. And that greatness would be his stepping stone.
One house at a time… Hah! They don't even see me as a threat. Too proud of their fucking castles.
That night, Bronn slept in that bed with Elia. She hugged him the entire time. It became hot, sweaty, and fuck, it was arousing.
In the morning, Bronn took her ass one more time, followed by a fingering session to make her release her heat. It wasn't a part of the ritual, she knew it, and yet she didn't stop him. One move at a time, he pushed the boundaries.
On the fifth day, they did a sixty-nine, eating each other out at the same time. In the end, even though it wasn't a part of the ritual, he ended up fucking her cunt in the good old mating press style, folding her slender legs into her chest so beautifully while showering kisses on her lips.
The line between the ritual and just mindless depraved fucking started to blur.
Before long, kissing became common. Sucking her tits became common. Sleeping in the same bed became common.
On the sixth day, as per the ritual, they did it all. Eating her pussy, her sucking him, then fucking her cunt, and finally her ass. It took a lot of stamina, and they did it in a prolonged style, over the whole day.
It was hot and insane.
Elia Martell, lost in emotions, started to open up to Bronn. She told him about her life in the Red Keep. About the old King. About her husband, who treated her right initially, grew distant eventually.
On the seventh day, Bronn decided to make it more passionate.
"Mmm…"
They kissed each other, wrapped like tangled snakes, naked in bed. Eyes closed, he fingered her pussy at the same time, and she stroked his cock. Soon, he was pumping into her, yet the kiss never stopped. Then he was fucking her ass, and she was taking him while sitting on top, leaning down to kiss him.
On that last day, their lips were stuck together like glue.
It was dreamy.
It was passionate.
And as that day came to an end, and he spilled inside her warm, snug cunt one last time after cleaning, he dropped a final kiss on her lips.
In response, he heard the words he wanted to hear.
"You should become a Septon in Sunspear. I… Our son… Don't you want to see him?"
This always happens. Bronn had seen it with the portmaster's wife as well. Initially, he fucked her like a whore, and it was strictly physical. But by the end, the portmaster's wife grew too attached to him, romantically, emotionally, and physically.
It was bound to happen after all that Bronn did. And now, it was Elia. Her distant persona had melted away to reveal the warm, gentle soul she was. She was clever and sweet.
Bronn smiled and pecked her lips, holding her close against his chest. "That? Aye, I'll do it gladly. But Princess, the Seven didn't give me the Mother's healing and the Maiden's spark just so I could sit and relax. If I waste their gifts, I'm no better than those fat, lying bastards calling themselves holy in King's Landing."
"Hmm…"
Elia caressed his chest with a hand, shocked by herself. A week ago, this man was a stranger to her; now she felt like she shared her soul with him. He'd made her feel things she had never felt in her life. And it wasn't just physical, but mental.
"When our son," Elia muttered, holding back the coldness. "When our son takes the throne, I'll have him make you the High Septon."
I'll become that regardless, Elia.
"I can't wait," he replied and hugged her tighter. "Let's sleep now. We leave for Dorne early."
"Let's do that."
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King's Landing, Red Keep.
"Gods, what's this nonsense I hear about some faith healer waving hands and curing boils?" Robert questioned as he sat in the Small Council room, looking imposing and mighty, a gleam in his eyes, overflowing with pride of the recent victory.
"Ah, Your Grace, mere mummers' tales," wheezed Pycelle, stroking his beard. "The smallfolk do so cling to stories, especially in troubled times. A young Septon, they say, spirited some to safety during the sacking, but the rest? Idle fancy, nothing more."
Robert drained his goblet and let out a satisfied grunt. "This young Septon… where is he hiding? High Septon mentioned him, said he won that seven-coloured belt right at the start. Hmph. Let's see if he's worth half the fuss."
"That, Your Grace, is unnecessary…" Pycelle murmured.
"He has departed King's Landing, Your Grace," Lord Varys chimed in. "Left a few days ago."
"Ah, yes. He's chosen to become a traveling septon and bring the word of the Seven to all corners of the realm." Pycelle added quickly.
Robert frowned and eyed Pycelle with suspicion. "For a man of learning, you're oddly keen on a backwater mere septon, Pycelle."
"Haha, that, oh…"
Bam!
"Your Grace!" A Kingsguard barged in right then. "Lord Stark… Lord Stark has returned!"
Creak!
Robert pushed away the chair and stood up. He forgot everything and rushed out. "My Lyanna!"
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Shipbreaker Bay,
Instead of going by road, Bronn chose to use a ship. It was safer that way if the goal was to reach Sunspear. He made Elia wear the full hood of a septa as well, then put on some makeup on her face to make her appear lighter.
Then, early in the morning, they reached the port and left. It was a Dornish trading ship. His friendly relations with the guards and the port workers came in handy as he didn't get checked, nor did Elia. He used the excuse of having too much luggage to go by ship instead of by road.
But the biggest expense on that trip was renting the room on that ship. It was tiny, cramped, and he couldn't even spread his arms wide. It had some space to stand, a single chair at the end, and then a bunk bed on the side. It wasn't the biggest room, but the best he could afford.
Elia promised him that her family would reimburse him. But honestly, he was already reimbursing himself on the journey by spilling in the beautiful Dornish princess pretty much every few hours. There was nothing much to do on the ship anyway.
And Elia didn't seem to mind either. She had shared almost the entire story of her life by now. That made him understand why she was like this with him. While Elia did love her husband, and their marriage was happy, it slowly lost all its charm, and Rhaegar grew distant. So distant that they didn't even share a bed anymore, nor a room.
Then, she heard about the abduction of Lyanna, and she knew it was true. She didn't know if it was an abduction or not. She knew for sure that Rhaegar had chosen another woman over her.
"Ummm…"
It was the ninth day on the ship.
"Mmmm…"
Bronn sat on the lone chair in the tiny room, his trousers crumpled around his ankles. On his lap sat Elia, her septa gown hiked up around her waist, baring her lovely lower half. His hands clawed her ass while she rode him gently, holding his cock inside her warm cave while they panted into each other's mouths with endless kisses.
What a journey.
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