Bronn returned to reading the book while receiving that tight, filthy, sloppy blowjob so early in the morning. It wasn't really hard to get her on her knees. After showing her a few potions, there wasn't much he could do. He'd fed her calming draughts, and they did calm her.
But she remained crazed after magic. It became clear that she had no mental illness to begin with. She was just too consumed by studies of magic, obsessed with it.
So, he tried to teach her some of the potions. And really, she aced everything. She made potions as fine as his. He really felt like taking her away with him and making her his septa. He needed a helping hand; having someone who could brew potions was a godsend.
The real issue was her status. Lord Leyton would never agree. But he wanted to make Malora obsess over him. So much so that she'd be willing to throw away her noble status.
Then one day, he told her about his Maiden's blessing to tailor seed for the woman's need. That he could create a babe as per the woman's desire.
In response, Malora asked if she could see his seed. See if it held magic like his potions.
Sure enough, he told her to draw it out herself.
"Ummmmmh…~"
And the best part, she didn't mind, no matter how rough he got with her. It was all a part of the process. She'd never had a man in her life before. Let alone a cock in her mouth.
Glurk, Glurk!
His cock was far too thick for her noble mouth, yet she pushed herself to take more, bobbing her head with enthusiasm. Spit gushed out in strings, spilling from the corners of her lips, streaking down her chin, dripping onto her hair. She kept going, choking wetly, strands of spit painting her cheeks as she tried to suck his seeds free.
Her hair was a sticky ruin already, plastered with drool and precum, clinging to her flushed face. She gagged when he pushed deeper, but her wide eyes shone with obsession. She wanted it, wanted him, wanted proof of his blessing. She pressed her tongue flat, slathering him, dragging spit up and down his length with each messy stroke.
"Let me help you, Malora." Bronn's voice rumbled, low and harsh. He didn't call her 'Lady' anymore. Not when she was drooling around his cock like this.
He shoved the book aside and clamped both hands around her flushed face. Her cheeks bulged as he gripped her and started to use her. Thrusting, pulling, shoving her head back and forth on his cock. He threw her onto it roughly, with no pause, no care, pounding his lengthy shaft into her throat until the wet, gagging sounds echoed off the stone walls.
"Ngh! Agkh!"
Malora coughed and gagged, nose flaring as it mashed into his pubes with each brutal plunge. Yet she didn't stop. Her hands slid up and down his thighs, clutching him tight, urging him to keep going as if she were worshiping, not choking. Her nails dug into him with every plunge, her lips stretched wide, her noble face drenched.
Bronn fucked her head with a merciless intent. The rhythm was punishing, his hips hammering forward, her scalp jerking in his grip as if he meant to break her. Drool sprayed, spit smeared, her throat convulsed around him as he slammed deeper.
"Ghk!" He grunted through his teeth, watching her eyes water, her dignity shred, and still she let him. A Hightower maiden, willing to be ruined just for his seed.
Then he slammed her down one last time, burying himself hilt-deep. Her lips mashed against his wiry pubes, nose flattened, throat bulging around his cockhead as it throbbed against the edge of her gullet.
"Aaaah… almost there… Aaargh… fuck… tight!" Bronn snarled, jaw clenched.
He erupted inside her. Thick, batter blasted her throat, painting her insides in heavy gushes.
She gagged hard, throat spasming as wave after wave of his melting butter spilled deep into her. Still, he held her there, making her choke on every drop. She didn't push away, didn't resist, just twitched and gulped around him like she had before, morning and night.
His cock pulsed again, flooding her mouth until she was drowning in it. Only then did he ease her back slowly, dragging her lips along his shaft, leaving the rest of his mess to plaster her tongue and cheeks.
"Swallow it all, Malora."
"Ummmh…"
Her voice was muffled, broken, but she obeyed. She gulped thickly, throat working until the last strings of cream slid down to her belly. Then, freed of his grip, she latched back onto him with fervor. Malora sucked him dry, licking along the veiny shaft, her tongue polishing the swollen, flushed tip, slurping noisily until he was slick only with her sweat and spit.
"Brilliant, Malora," Bronn said with satisfaction and pulled up his breeches. "Did you feel the magic?"
"Ummmh…" Malora licked her fingers clean before answering. "I did, Lord Septon."
Well, it really is magical.
"Go, prepare for today's brew then."
But Malora didn't move. She stayed seated under the table, looking up at Bronn. Her eyes had somehow started to show lust. An expression so foreign to her.
"Lord Septon, I've felt the magic of your seed. But it's still not the way it's intended," she said, fanatic curiosity returning to her face. "Give me one. A babe, I'll take it. Make him tall as a mountain, charming as the moon, witty as the gods, kind, proud."
At last, the point of no return.
Bronn knew this would happen eventually. He wanted it to happen.
"Aye, that and… Give him an ailment of the heart that'll kill him at the age of fifteen. Give him a cock that does not rise."
"..."
W-What?
Now, Bronn considered himself rather heartless, goal-oriented, perverted, and insane in the head. But even he wasn't that sick.
"Why?"
"Because nothing is truer than that, Lord Septon. You will call forth the child in my womb, yes, but also the sickness that gnaws at him. I would love to see that happen."
That was the first time Bronn met someone so insane. Willing to carry a babe in her womb only to see him suffer just for curiosity? That was more twisted than his own greatest filthy ideas.
Bronn scratched his head.
"I… Maiden's blessing is called that because it makes folk smile, Malora. If I go making a curse, her wrath will cut us all down." Bronn said and suggested something else. "Tell you what, I'll brew the ailment, but once the babe draws breath, I'll mend it."
Clap!
"Marvels upon marvels. Better still, Lord Septon, better still."
"..."
Potions genius for sure… But a lunatic.
Yet, Bronn still wanted her. She'd make a fine septa, he knew it. Potions master by day, cocksleeve by night.
But first, he needed to convince Lord Leyton that it was best for him to not only take his eldest daughter's maidenhood but also put a babe in her.
"Malora, if you want this blessing, you'll need to tell your father something. Use my words, repeat them steady, like a prayer, till he bends."
"Anything... I'll do anything, Lord Septon."
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"She asks for what?" Lord Leyton rose stiffly from his chair, his face paling. "A tall babe? With a heart ailment and a cock that doesn't work? Seven! No, is that even possible?"
Bronn didn't reply. He looked at Baelor Hightower, also present in the room.
"Baelor, bring Malora here."
Soon, it was just Bronn and Lord Leyton.
"As I told you before, my Lord. The Mother lent me her hand for healing, and the Maiden… well, she lets me plant a seed just the way a lady fancies it. Height, eyes, hair, skin, health, wit, flesh—all in my grasp. I… I trust you'll keep it quiet, my Lord. The High Septon and the Most Devout would call it heresy."
Lord Leyton fell back into his chair, waving his hand, gesturing to him not to worry about secrecy.
"T-That's… I find it unbelievable, Septon. But I've seen the blessings you possess. I… have you accomplished it before?"
Bronn nodded solemnly. "But I can't tell you the name, my Lord. These wives carry sorrow enough, with husbands pointing to their wombs instead of their own weakness. I gave the women the Maiden's joy they prayed for."
Lord Leyton scratched his head, exhaling a deep breath. "Tall as a mountain? Is that possible? Eight-foot-tall lad?"
Bronn just nodded.
"Charming as the moon?"
Bronn nodded.
"Witty as the gods?"
He nodded again.
"Ailing heart, useless cock, and death at fifteen?"
Bronn nodded once again.
Knock! Knock!
"Father, Malora's here."
"What is this?" Lord Leyton stood up again. "Why would you ask the Septon for such a thing?"
Malora didn't react much. "It is what I seek. The purest shape of magic. In Yi-Ti's chronicles, I found it, the sages who touched such power. I would taste it myself."
"You're unmarried!" Lord Leyton added.
"I shall remain so until the end of days," Malora replied. "Time spent on trivial things is wasted."
Lord Leyton sighed. He loved that his daughter had become so vocal. She'd come out of the rotten room. But now she spoke back and sought something insane.
"Trivial? How is marriage trivial?"
"You've married four times, how's that not trivial? Marriage exists for one thing only. To bear children. I do not need a husband for that."
"..."
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