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Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ah, ah, ah… Oooooooh! Oh, Lord Septon… I feel… so warm… so… sore… you're… splitting meeeee-eeeungh!"
Seven! I love being a septon!
Rather than the bed, Bronn stood near it, the woman in question, Lady Helen, was in his arms, lifted, getting her tight, warm cunt filled with his holy cock. She was a delicate flower of a woman, merely five feet in height, light as a feather, slender, and merely nineteen of age. She was lovely, beautiful in fact.
Her small, oval face screamed innocence, her big green eyes filled with arousal and that stinging fear. Her long, hip-length light brown hair dangled behind her.
Plap! Plap!
He threw her up and down with ease, her legs locked in place on either side of his elbows as his arms went under them to hold her ass. Her delicate arms held his neck as he showered her sweet, pink, pouty lips with kisses, all the while parting her lower, pink lips with his fat cock.
He'd just taken her maidenhead, evident by that smooth tinge of crimson that coated his cock, the filthy mess around his base and balls. Her round, palm-sized breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, glowed red after his previous intense suckles. She was marked to be bred.
Hah! This… is lovely!
Bronn felt on the edge, but he kept it under control. Helen had come three times already, but he wanted to continue. He loved staring at her pale face, clawing her soft ass with greed.
What other occupation would let him do all this? The woman had already paid him ten gold dragons over the last three days. The first day he ate her cunt, the second day she ate his cock, the third day they both feasted on each other at the same time, and now—he took her maidenhead, and was about to breed her with his seed. She would pay him more, he was sure.
Paying to get fucked and bred—Hah!
Helen was a nobody until a year ago, working as a common kitchen maid in a tavern. But then, she was seen by a wealthy, old woman. From then on, her fate changed. The wealthy woman had a son, but he was slow-witted, barely able to walk without assistance, spoke strangely, and looked hideous as well. But he was the only son of that merchant family.
Helen was chosen because she was a virgin and had a truly beautiful face. Of course, Helen was given the chance to decline the offer. But she accepted. She knew she was beautiful; that was why she guarded her maidenhood. But she also knew that at just five feet, no knight or lord would marry her, as most sought tall, strong sons. Her best chance at escaping poverty was to marry the half-witted man.
She was eighteen back then. She tried to get her husband to impregnate her for a whole year. She let go of all dignity and tried everything, but it appeared her husband's cock simply didn't work.
That was when she approached Bronn to seek healing for her husband.
But instead of her husband's healing, she received something even better. A chance to bear a child who'd display all the features of her husband, but would be nothing like him in disability.
And hence, there she was now, getting thrown on a cock by a septon. It stung at first, but now it was all pleasure, her eyes threatening to roll as she felt her tight, fresh cunt stretched so wide for the first time.
"Mmmmmmh~"
Bronn leaned in, catching the fair slope of her neck between his teeth. His stubble scraped her flushed skin as he kissed and bit down, tasting the salt of her sweat.
She shivered under his tongue, fingers clawing at his shoulders as if that could anchor her against the pounding force of his hips. She mewled and squirmed, sounding like the begs of a kitten.
He rammed into her harder, each thrust driving deep enough to jolt her lithe frame, thrashing her perfect breasts. Her breath ragged, breaking into a trembling moan. Her nails raked his forearms, her cunt clutching at him with desperate, milking squeezes.
"Ahhh… Ahh—!" she gasped, moans breaking into a high-pitched sound as her body gave way to another climax. Her juices gushed out in a hot rush, splattering over the base of his cock and pouring down to drench his balls.
He could feel the mess coating him, hot and slippery, each thrust making it slop and smear against his thighs.
Bronn didn't slow down, churning up into her quaking release, groaning at the obscene wetness clinging to him. His balls swung heavy under them, plastered with her nectar, every impact making them slap against her soaked, trembling ass.
Hmm… Let's push her.
Mischief arose. Bronn looked towards the door and voiced. "Septa Unella, please bring the red oil!"
Let's see… Hah, I love doing this.
The door opened very soon, and Septa Unella walked in. From her first step, her eyes were stuck on Helen's hips, or rather, the unrestricted display of that fat cock entering the petite woman. Unella could see the cunt stretch and struggle to contain Septon Bronn.
Hmm… I wonder if she feels anything between her legs. Bronn sadly saw no change on Unella's face. Let's push it then.
"Thank you… Ah, my hands are occupied. Septa, will you be kind enough to take some oil in your palm and rub it on… on my twin vessels of the blessing seed?"
"..."
Blessing seed? Seven cunts! That's the best I could come up with?
But again, being balls deep in a recently unvirgined cunt, it was hard to think straight.
"Oh, forgive me. It would be improper." He gave her a way out as well, to keep his image. "For a septa to aid in such an act must be damning. I suppose this… blessing I'm giving… isn't excluded."
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ooooooh… Unnngh!" Helen threw her head back as Bronn fucked her harder, thrusting upwards into her with each of her falls, battering her cunt all the way it could go deep.
Bronn kept staring at Septa Unella, however. And Unella's eyes were only on the petite woman being thrown up and down. Since Helen was so short and Bronn was tall, the view was so clean. Heck, Unella could see Helen's tight, wrinkly anal hole.
"This is a part of a blessing, Lord Septon. I shall do my duty." Septa Unella said and moved closer. Then, without a word from him, she sank to her knees. Her hand reached from behind Helen.
Bronn almost laughed from sheer delight. He hadn't told her to kneel. There was no need for it. And yet… Now she was right there, her eyes level with his cock as it disappeared into Helen with each thrust.
"I shall apply the oil," Unella muttered, her tone as flat as calm waters.
Bronn stilled his hips, but only for himself. He kept Helen moving, using his hands to lift and drop her onto his punishing cock so that his lower body stayed perfectly still. The base of his cock and his balls were a mess. Glistening, cream-coated, faintly crimson from the tender stretch of her virgin cunt. Every squelching plunge made a wet slap, the sound loud and lewd in the quiet chamber.
"Keep the name of Maiden in your thoughts," Bronn ordered, letting it hang in the air without saying to whom.
Oooooh! Heaven!
There it was. He felt Unella clutch his family jewels tightly. Warmth spread over his balls, Unella's hand. Slick with oil, her palm cupped the heavy sack, her fingers pressing in just enough to feel the weight.
Bronn grunted, biting back a moan. He hated the fact that he couldn't see it, hindered by the majestic sight of Helen's bouncing bosom. But gods, it felt good.
Unella's strong hand rolling and squeezing his balls while Helen's juicy petals gripped his shaft like it was her saving grace. The oil made every touch smooth yet firm; Unella's strokes were meticulous, slow, and willful. The pressure was warm and utterly perfect.
Shlick! Shlick—Plap!
The wet sounds grew louder, each bounce of Helen's ass sending another gush of nectar down to bathe the base of his cock. Drops rolled over Unella's sticky fingers.
Helen gritted her teeth, her delicate brows scrunched up, and her body tensed. She was teetering on the edge. Then, her entire being shook.
"AHHHHhh—!"
A wild, shameless squirt burst from her, drenching everything in its path. Hot streams splashed over Unella's oiled hands, some stray drops striking the pale front of her septa's gown. The mess clung to Bronn's balls, dripping in strings down his thighs.
Bronn grunted, jaw locked tight. Seven hells, her tight, young, breedable cunt was squeezing him like it meant to cut his cock clean off. Every quiver, every clench wrung at him mercilessly. And at the same time, Unella's grip on his balls had grown firmer. She rolled them, kneaded them, massaged them with steady strength that made everything overwhelming.
He felt it all and loved every cursed moment of it.
On her knees, Unella's left hand rested steadily on his thigh while her right fondled his balls continuously, kneading them like something precious, like something meant to be worshiped.
"Mmmh…"
Oh? Was that… Unella?! Bronn's brow arched.
The thought had barely formed before he heard it again. A faint, whimpering exhale. It didn't come from above; Helen's flushed face was buried against his shoulder.
Bronn adjusted his grip and used Helen's light body like she weighed nothing. Lifting her, dropping her, bouncing her on his cock like a well-used rag. His arms never slowed; if anything, they grew harsher, the claps of his pelvis meeting her soft ass echoing with every drop. Wet, sloppy squelches marked every plunge, each thrust sinking him to the hilt and dragging cream over the base of his shaft.
His grunts grew louder, ragged with the pressure building in his loins. The sound of flesh on flesh was relentless, highlighted by the lewd suction of her overfilled pussy.
Schlop–plap! Schlop–plap!
Unella's hand changed, too. The calm fondling shifted to something firmer, rougher, as though she'd felt the twitch in his balls and decided to wring it out of him. Her palm cupped them entirely, her digits spreading to hold them tight.
"Aaaargh… May… the Maiden… grant you… the son… you seek… gaaaah!"
The roar tore out of him as he fell over the edge. Unella's sudden, unyielding grip squeezed both heavy orbs together, and he felt every searing drop of seed travel up, thick and hot, into the narrow clutch of Helen's needy cunt.
Buried to the hilt, he pumped hard, pouring frothing spurts deep into her, filling her belly with his blessing while her dim-witted husband sat unsuspecting just beyond the door. He didn't know; he just got blessed with a son.
Bronn kept thrusting, the creamy flood churning inside Helen as he thrust again and again. He sealed his mouth over her sweet, innocent lips, kissing her as if claiming the last untouched piece of her soul. She was taken, bred, and left glowing with bliss.
Unella's hand stayed on him underneath, massaging his balls even as the sticky mess ran down the wrinkled skin of his throbbing sack. Her touch was no longer clinical, rubbing him with the very filth the two had made.
Bronn clenched his teeth, pulling his cock out at last.
Plap!
His cock landed heavy in Unella's busy hand, still glistening and dripping. For just a moment, just long enough to make his chest tighten, she gripped the whole length in her fist, wrapping her fingers around him in a slow squeeze. Whatever came over her, she pushed his foreskin back and got a clear glimpse of his cockhead.
Then she released him abruptly, her face as unreadable as ever.
"Seven bless you, Septa. You were a great help. The Maiden'll smile on work like that. And you, Lady Helen—" He looked at the closely held woman's face. "Can you walk?"
"I-ugh…" Helen smiled, her expression that of a blissful woman freshly fucked. Her hair was a mess. "I can… try."
With a chuckle, Bronn walked to the side and placed Helen on the bed. Gods, she looked lovely, like a pretty doll.
Then he turned around and saw Septa Unella walking towards the door. There was something different, however. The way she swayed her hips, she took tiny steps, as if there was something squeezed between her legs.
"Septa Unella, see Lady Helen's cleaned and proper. The Maiden's blessing's a thing only women smile at, while most men see it as the Gods playing a cruel jest."
Hah! Caught you!
As Septa Unella turned, he noticed a very faint damp spot on her loins. He didn't know; perhaps she touched herself whilst kneeling. And even now, her gaze barely moved from his cock, slick with white froth.
But Bronn didn't act desperate and grabbed a towel to clean himself. He truly tried to sell it as just work. He once again put on his robes, combed his hair, and left the room to go downstairs.
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