Lord Leyton fell back into his chair again. He looked at his daughter, her fanatic face. He'd seen that too many times. And really, he didn't want to lose this progress. He could lock her up again. He could send Bronn away.
"Baelor, send her back." Lord Leyton said, and finally looked up at Bronn. "Is there no way to change her mind?"
"My Lord, I've tried, I swear it to the Seven. But her wish… it prays against the Maiden herself. I bring children sound of body and mind. What she wants… that's a curse waiting to fall on me and House Hightower. It'd turn Hightower's blood to ruin. The Maiden would see your halls filled with crippled, deformed, half-witted babes, and not one of them fit to carry your name."
Lord Leyton's hand shivered. He was, after all, a religious man. House Hightower was religious in its entirety.
"No, that… mustn't happen, Septon."
With Bronn's magical feats, the fear of the Seven had multiplied because Bronn was the living proof that the Gods were real.
"Malora speaks true." Lord Leyton said. "One needs no marriage to have children. Strange, yet true. Septon, grant her wish. But… not a failing heart, not doomed to die at five and ten, not with a worthless member. Give her a proper son, tall as Baelor, strong enough for the sword, clever enough to bear the Hightower name."
Music to my ears.
Bronn showed a frown, but nodded at the same time.
"That's… better, my Lord. She won't learn the truth till fifteen years, if the Gods see fit. But… the ritual shall take thirty days. Provide food, water, and a bath. I'll handle the rest, by the Seven."
Leyton Hightower nodded. "One last thing. Make the boy's hair red. That way, no one will ever guess who he belongs to."
Ah, and to prove that my words weren't lies.
After all, Malora was blonde and Bronn had dark hair.
"I understand, my Lord."
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There was no need to follow those seven days of ritual with Malora. She'd been sucking his cock for days now. No, the rituals didn't matter to her. She didn't care about the gods. All she cared about was magic, the thrill of it.
"Ummmmmmh! Oh… Your tongue's… magical!"
"And your cunt tastes lovely, Malora."
She actually did. He and Malora had taken a deep bath before getting into bed. He took a look at her body, and she was lovely from all sides. Her unblemished, highborn body was a sight to behold. She had a light bulge on the belly, very faint, expected from a scholar. Her tits were fat; he could sink his claw into them and still not hold them entirely, though they sagged slightly.
And finally, her cunt.
Slurp!
A bed was there for Malora. Now they shared it. Both of them nude, he had Malora on her back, against a pile of pillows. He had her fluffy, soft legs spread wide. Her virgin cunt was lovely, an unclaimed cave of femininity, now his to claim. That sweet loin, that long, rosy slit was waiting for his attention. She looked tight, and he knew she would feel too.
"Umm…" Bronn ate her cunt. He had to, he wanted to. He really wanted to keep Malora as his permanent traveling septa. There was no manipulation. No taking advantage. She wanted to have his miracle seed in her womb, and he was willing to give.
His beard rasped over her delicate folds as his tongue pressed in, swirling along her lower lips. Circles, closer, tighter, until he caught the tiny nub of her clit and rolled it under the flat of his tongue. Her whole body jumped.
"Oooohhh!" Malora writhed, kicking her legs, jerking like she was being shocked. She flailed, then clamped her thighs around his head, locking him against her soaked slit.
Bronn growled into her, gripping her hips to hold her steady as he fucked her harder with his tongue. He pushed deep, stabbing her entrance, fucking her core with frantic, hungry strokes. Fresh, virginal nectar slicked his beard, his mouth drinking in the taste of a thirty-year-old untouched flower.
"Oooooh… I-It's working… the magic!" Malora gasped, clutching the sheets, her voice wild.
Her first orgasm tore through her. Her cunt twitched against his mouth, juices pouring, her legs thrashing as she wailed. "The blessing! The stars—ahhh—it's flowing into me!"
She babbled in broken gasps, raving about omens and power, a mad hymn spilling from her lips. Her eyes rolled back, her words slurred into mumbles as she soaked his mouth with the gush of her release.
Bronn only lapped harder, swallowing everything, chin dripping as he strained her body through its first true climax.
When at last her twitching subsided, he dragged his wet mouth from her cunt, licking his lips.
"Hm. Let's proceed with the main ritual, Malora."
"L-let's do th—Aaaaaah!"
Bronn didn't give her a chance to finish. He rose to his knees, seized her ankles, and shoved her legs upward. Her cunt glistened in the candlelight, swollen and puffy from his tongue. He slapped his cock down across it, the swollen knob smearing precum along her virgin lips.
"Uhh…" He hissed through clenched teeth as his cockhead squeezed between her folds.
Ugh… Won't last long. Fuck, it's tight!
"It'll sting at first," Bronn warned her and started pushing in.
Malora stared down between her heaving breasts, wide-eyed, as his thick shaft widened her slit. Her swollen petals stretched, his cockhead pushing its way in. She whimpered at the pressure, body tense, mind racing with strange, new sensations she'd never dreamed of.
"And… I'm… in!"
Bronn groaned. He shoved deep, splitting her open, tearing through her purity in a single stroke. There was no gentleness in him; he had no reason for it. She'd never thought of sex before, had nothing to compare it to, and he was impatient. He wanted to be inside her, and he wanted it now.
"Aaaaaa—oooooooh! Gods!" Malora screamed, voice cracking as her body arched beneath him, shaking uncontrollably.
She felt it, the shattering, the tearing, the proverbial wall inside her being ripped apart. Pain knifed through her, but along with it came something else. Fullness, unbearable and divine. His flesh sword wasn't just inside her; it was stretching her, splitting her, branding her womb with heat. That scorching sensation clawed its way deeper, but instead of rejecting it, her body clung to it, trembling with every inch of the strange invasion.
"Gaaaah… Tight… Gods, Malora… You're cunt's… warm and… fucking snug!" Bronn snarled, his chest heaving.
There was no need for septony airs now. No gentle voice, no sermon. He leaned higher, pushing on his feet, grabbing her by the ankles, forcing her legs further up until her pussy was spread wide open for him. His hard male heat stayed lodged deep, iron hard and veiny inside her, throbbing against her soaking walls.
Plap!
The obscene slap of flesh echoed as he rammed into her. He looked down and saw her cunt splayed red and raw, the wet sheen of crimson streaking around his shaft.
Eldest daughter of House Hightower… Hah! So much for noble blood.
Then he lost himself in it. Bronn drove into her mercilessly, pounding, drilling, hammering. Each thrust sank into that scorching wetness with brutal force, tearing gasps and screams out of her.
Plap! Schlk! Plap! Schlk!
Malora's face burned crimson, her mouth dropping open, eyes rolling back as if she were possessed. "Aaaaah! Oooooohhh! I—it's…. Ahhhhh Gods, it's splitting meeeeee! N-nuh, it's—aaaah—it's filling meeee!"
Her voice broke, her hands scratching at his chest, dragging hard over his shoulders in delirium. She raked his flesh, leaving marks, clawing him as though she couldn't bear to let him stop. "Ohhhhhhh! It's…it's magic—it's burning—it's blessing me inside! Oooohhhh gods, don't stop, don't stop!"
Bronn groaned and bared his teeth, sweat dripping off him. "Seven… you were made to be bred, Malora."
Slap! Slap!
His balls clapped against her smooth ass, every thrust deep and punishing. He folded her up in half, her curvy, noble body pinned under him as he hammered into her like a man taking retribution. And it was retribution; on House Hightower, on every lord and lady who sneered down at smallfolk like him. Now he had their prized daughter bent, broken, and filled with his throbbing shaft.
"Uhn! Ohhhhhh! Gods, gods, gods! It's—ahhhh it's too… big-uhhh!" Malora sobbed and squealed, her whole body twitching with unbearable sensations, pleasure she welcomed. Her pussy convulsed around him, clamping tight, sore and stinging, yet dripping with pleasure that tore her apart inside.
"Malora, pinch your tits," Bronn ordered.
Her trembling hands obeyed instantly. She seized her nipples, pinching them, twisting wildly. Her mouth fell open, drool sliding down her cheek as the new sensation jolted through her. It felt good, way too good.
"Aahh! Ooooh… it tightens meeee—it's—ahhhh it's working!"
Her cunt clenched on him every time her fingers twisted, milking his cock, squeezing him hard enough to make him groan deep in his throat.
"Malora, hold your legs like this."
Still folded in half, she wrapped her arms around her thighs, locking herself up tighter for him, offering her cunt like a sacrifice.
Bronn smirked down at her wrecked face, then dropped his body flat against the fleshy back of her thighs. His weight pressed her legs into her chest, lifting her ass off the bed, folding her into nothing but a hole beneath him. He kissed her greedily, lips and tongue devouring hers between ragged gasps as his cock plowed her relentlessly.
Schlk! Schlk! Schlk!
"Ummmmh… Gods… I'll… be… fucking you for a month. Don't wear clothes from now on, Malora. Let me… bless you day and night… ooooh!" Bronn groaned against her lips, rutting into her like a beast.
Unlike with Elia, there was no act here. No mask of holiness. This was Bronn, the real, raw, petty Bronn. Burying his cock into a noble Hightower cunt, and loving every filthy moment of it.
Bronn felt his balls tightening, the prickly threads coiling at the base of his cock, dragging him to the edge.
"Fuck—" he snarled, and with a brutal snap of his hips, he slammed himself in, burying his cock to the very base.
Malora's eyes went wide, then hazy. Her lips parted in a breathless, broken cry, her entire body seizing as she felt him lock inside her.
Then he exploded.
Bronn's cock throbbed violently, and hot, sticky seeds gushed into her womb in heavy spurts. The first jet hit deep, and then another, and another… flooding her, stuffing her tight virgin hole with his dense load. His muscles flexed as each spasm shot more of his filth inside her, until she could feel the molten tide sloshing inside.
"How… Does it… feel? Life's first… cock… filling you up?" He rasped, chest heaving, his cock jerking inside her as more of his heavy cream spilled into her.
"Ooooooh! M-magical!" Malora whimpered, tone high, trembling. Her head lolled, her fluffy thighs quivered, her nails dragging weakly across his arms as if to anchor herself in reality.
Bronn laughed at her words, savoring the way her cunt squeezed and clutched at him. His shaft twitched again, spurting, grinding more froth into her as his virile ointment frothed around the base of his cock. He reveled in the squelching churn of it, the sight of noble maidenhood wrecked and overflowing.
Meanwhile, Malora was gone, utterly lost in the sensations. Her insides burned with heat, yet it wasn't pain now, but warmth, wondrous and heavy. The fullness was maddening, as if she were stretched and sealed by magic itself.
She felt blessed, branded, soaked in him. Every pulse of his cock made her twitch, every dribble of sticky seed made her even more certain that he was the key to her obsession. Her mind babbled with awe, and despite the soreness, despite the sting, her body begged for more.
"Seven, I'm thirsty," Bronn muttered finally, pulling out of her with a wet, squelching sound. He didn't even glance at her as his cock slipped free, spilling a gush of frothy white across her cunt and thighs. He poured himself a cup of wine and drank it, finally looking back.
Malora stayed like that, legs spread wide, limp, cunt overflowing with his cream.
They gave me fine wine to drink while I fucked their daughter? What a wonderful time.
"Here." Bronn walked over to the bed, climbed on his knees to the side of her head. There, he landed his cream-coated cock on her mouth, and then poured wine over it, dripping it into her mouth. "Drink."
Thirty days of this?
He really didn't mind it anymore. Even if she wasn't a renowned beauty, she was fine. And her status mattered even more.
"Suck… We'll continue soon."
"Ummmh…"
She did just as asked.
Like a good, loyal, obedient septa.
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