Bronn didn't wait. He shoved forward, pressing his cockhead against her soft lips. They parted, and he pushed in, stretching them wide around his girth.
"F-Forgive me… my Lady. I may… say filthy… things but… they're to accumulate sin." Bronn groaned, feeling her mouth swallow his thickness. Her pouty lips clung tight, blazing hot. Her tongue fluttered weakly beneath, trapped against his shaft as he sank deeper inch by inch.
"Mmhmmmnnn…" Lynesse moaned around his cock, muffled, her eyes wide with shame. Drool already spilled at the corners of her mouth.
Bronn's jaw tightened, his hand clamping the back of her head. He drove his hips forward, pumping into her with heavy thrusts. Her willing lips stretched, cheeks bulging.
Gluk! Gluk! Slrrrupphhkk
"Look at this…" Bronn growled, his voice turning sharp. "Whore of House Hightower. Mouth so fucking tight. Suck harder, whore. Learn!"
Her eyes flew wider, shocked at his words. Eyes watered, streaking her cheeks. Her nose flared as her throat convulsed, choking on his girth. But she took him reverently.
House Hightower's jewel, gagging on me like a dockside slut. This is what nobles deserve. Cocks in their throats instead of crowns on their heads.
Bronn looked down, savoring the sight. The stretch of her mouth around his girth, the way her lips clung to every vein, her jaw trembling, her eyes watering, her once-perfect hair clinging in sweaty strands. He groaned again, ramming deeper, hips slamming her face until his cockhead pushed past her throat.
"Glkkhhh! Uugghhhkk!" Her body spasmed, throat stretched around him.
Bronn's voice rose, half-mocking prayer, half-snarl. "This is your gift, my Lady. This is what you deserve. My cock, buried in your unholy mouth. Drink it. Worship it. Be cleansed by it."
Her tongue tried desperately to obey, wriggling clumsily, licking along his thickness, sucking weakly. She tried to mimic what he had done to her, even as her throat convulsed around him, as the wet chorus echoed in the chamber.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
"Aaargh… Drink it… the nectar, my lady." His tone softened for a moment, almost reverent, though his thrusts never slowed. He could feel his balls tightening.
He pulled back just enough to aim, then thrust hard, spilling warm, sticky seeds into her throat. Hot, thick cream surged from him in heavy spurts, pumping molten ropes down her convulsing throat. He held her head steady until he felt her throat milk the last drop.
Lynesse gagged, choking, eyes rolling back, but still gulped desperately, swallowing every blast. Her throat bobbed, sucking it down as commanded.
"Ah… We can… move to the… final ritual, my Lady." Bronn said and pulled out of that warm mouth.
He seized her by the hand and pulled her up, spinning her lightly on her feet. With deliberate slowness, he untied the gown from behind, loosening the knots one by one until the fabric slackened. Then, with a sharp push of his hands, he shoved the gown off her shoulders. The heavy layers cascaded down her body and pooled at her feet.
She stood naked. Fully, utterly naked. Her smooth, pale skin glowed in the candlelight, every inch of her figure delicate yet ripe. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, perky, firm, capped with pale pink areolas that looked soft enough to melt on his tongue. Her stomach was flat, her hips slender but womanly, her thighs pale silk, and her blonde curls framed the slit between her legs he'd already tasted.
Bronn prowled around her like a wolf circling prey, one callused hand sliding up from her hip to her chest. He took her tits in both hands, kneading, squeezing, thumbing the peaks until they stiffened. Warm and soft.
A statue carved for worship, and here she is letting me paw her like a whore. Nobles don't deserve this kind of beauty. But I'll take it, piece by piece, and she'll beg me for more.
"Come."
He took her wrist again, led her to the hidden door, and pushed it open. The chamber beyond was darker, more intimate. A bed waiting in the center, dressed and ready as always. He shoved her lightly forward, and she stumbled onto the mattress, falling onto her back, golden hair splaying across the pillow.
Bronn closed the secret door, locking it tight. He turned, cock jutting proudly as he walked back to her.
Lynesse panted, lying on her back, chest rising and falling, her eyes now stripped of confusion. Only lust lived there. She was no fool. She knew what was to come, her sin, her release. And the thought of it, she admitted in her own silence, was strangely appetizing.
"I-It… won't fit." Her eyes widened, panic and desire mixing in her tone.
Bronn chuckled, kneeling between her slender, milky thighs. He stroked her trembling leg, sliding her knees wider. "It always does, my Lady. Don't worry. It only stings at the start."
Oh, it'll sting. And I'll enjoy every shudder of it.
"My Lady, think of Mother and Maiden in your thoughts," Bronn said solemnly, even as he lined himself up.
He pressed his cockhead down against her virgin slit, the swollen crown rubbing along her entrance, glistening wet from her earlier peak. Her juices coated him as he rocked, smearing her lips wide, teasing her entrance.
Her noble face was so flawless, framed in candlelight. Her lips trembled, her brow furrowed, every part of her anticipating the inevitable. His gaze devoured her tits, those pink peaks aching for his bite, but first…
Thank you for the offering… Leyton Hightower… Seven will… bless you… with nothing.
"Ummmh… Ah! I-It won't… fit!" She cried, her voice shrill with dread and need.
Bronn shoved. The fat crown split her folds, and her tight virgin ring clutched around him. He growled low, teeth gritting as her body challenged, stretching, burning. Slowly, painfully, her maidenhood tore, that tender barrier breaking under brute thickness.
Her back arched violently, her nails dug at the bedding, her face flushed red as the sting tore through her. A cry ripped from her throat, high and helpless. "Ahhhh! Mother above! Maiden! It—ahhhhhh!"
Bronn groaned through clenched teeth as he slid in deeper, inch by inch, every fraction of her body straining to contain him. Blood and slick coated his shaft as her walls spasmed around him, tight as a fist.
Noble cunt, untouched till tonight. I'm the first, I'm the one to take her.
"Pray to Mother and Maiden," Bronn rasped, pulling back and then pushing forward again. His thrusts churned slowly, grinding, like he was working butter with a churn stick, getting her body to yield to him. He braced on his arms, looming over her, face inches from hers as he set the rhythm.
Her voice broke in squeals and moans, clawing at his chest, biting her lips until crimson stained them. Every push made her wail, every pull dragged a new prayer from her throat. Her smooth legs wrapped high around him, body convulsing, her noble cunt being stretched, filled, claimed.
"Doing… wonderful." Bronn rasped, savoring every moment. First Malora, and now Lynesse, two virgins of House Hightower, claimed by his cock. But this one… this one he enjoyed the most.
Once his shaft was buried halfway, he leaned down flat, chest to soft, gelatinous chest, and claimed her lips in a brutal kiss. Then he thrust in all at once, ramming himself deep and lodging his entire cock inside, hitting to the base. Her maiden's sheath gave way entirely, stretched and claimed, his final declaration of victory.
Lynesse shrieked into his mouth, nails raking his back, her eyes wide as the sting turned into raw, tearing pleasure. Her muffled moans vibrated against his tongue as he plundered her noble lips. He gave her no gentleness. His kiss was rough, conquering, her first kiss ravaging and sinful. He drank her spit, ate her tongue, devoured her underneath himself like a starving man with only sin for a goal.
He didn't stop kissing even as he fucked her. Pulling his cock almost all the way out, then slamming it back to the root, hard and sharp. Again. Again. Her roars bled into his mouth with every stroke until her body started to yield, softened around the relentless intrusion.
Finally, Bronn sat back on his knees, chest heaving, and looked down.
Mmmmm! What a sight!
Her cunt gripped him so tight it looked like her folds were clinging to his skin, being dragged out with his cock when he pulled. A perfect squeeze. A snug, noble sheath painted in crimson, his shaft streaked with the paint of her broken wall.
Lynesse Hightower… What a lay.
Bronn didn't let her rest. He started to fuck her like a common whore. His hips snapping, cock pistoning in and out, his hand wrapping around her throat gently, then sliding to seize her jaw and plant more kisses upon her noble lips.
He bent down, sucking her tits hard, biting her perky buds until she cried out, leaving marks of teeth on her flawless flesh. Each motion was raw and filthy. His tongue lashing hers, his cock plunging, his lips sucking bruises into her tits, claiming her all.
Then he pushed her legs up, pressed them flat against her chest, and leaned forward, fucking her folded in half. Her snug pussy, already impossibly tight, clamped down tighter still, milking his cock like a velvet vice.
"Gaaaaaahhh! Ohhh… Mother… Maiden!" Lynesse screamed, her body convulsing. Her pussy squirted, a slippery gush coating him, making each thrust glide with wet ease.
Plap! Plap! Slap! Squelch!
Froth of pale red and white formed around the base of his cock, every thrust mixing her virgin paint with her slick and his spit.
"Ugh… Take it… in… my Lady."
"W-what?!" she gasped, realization flashing in her glassy eyes.
"Fear not… Maiden's blessing grants me complete control over my seed. Now is not your time to be blessed with a babe." His tone was solemn, but his hips never slowed. He leaned down, his legs straight behind him, pressing his chest and face into her tits, biting them again as he rutted her deep.
Her bent body was pinned under his weight, toyed with, spent as he slammed into her again and again amidst the bed creaking and wet smacks.
Finally, he slammed in to the root and unleashed a savage spurt, bursting deep against her womb's access. Then another, and another. Thick, hot floods of his holy batter gushed out, mixing with her crimson paint and nectar until it foamed around his cock, spilling back out in a filthy froth.
"Seven bless you…" He groaned mockingly, grinding his hips down, making sure every throb of his shaft milked another rope into her clenching walls. The bed creaked beneath them as he shoved her folded body deeper into the mattress, balls slapping, sloshing the froth that bubbled out around her stretched lips.
Lynesse moaned through moans, trembling, every nerve lit with bliss. She felt blessed, ruined, holy in her sin.
Bronn, meanwhile, felt like a conqueror standing atop a fallen city. My victory. My prize. A noble maiden, broken.
His cock throbbed madly, but still he didn't stop. He released her thighs, spreading them wide again, his shaft still spearing her, and collapsed on top of her, lips meeting hers in a kiss far gentler, almost lover-like. His hips still moved, still grounding, but slower now, savoring.
"Mmh…" Lynesse hummed when he stopped kissing. She felt so sore she didn't know if she could walk. "S-Septon… I feel… sleepy."
Bronn chuckled and got off of her. "Then sleep here. None will disturb you."
As Bronn stood by the bed, he watched that absolute filth of a view.
Her body was an absolute wreck, sprawled across the sheets. Her noble pussy was battered, swollen red, her folds still wet and shining, coated white, streaked with the pale froth. Her tits bore the marks of his teeth, pink buds swollen and bitten raw. Her golden hair was a tangled, sweaty mess, plastered to her flushed cheeks. Her lips, swollen from his rough kisses, parted slightly as she breathed slowly and heavily, a blissful smile gracing her face.
Feelings blessed? Bronn held back a chuckle. Might as well keep blessing her until Leyton lets me go.
But then he thought of Lynesse becoming another Septa for him.
Hmm… Lynesse the beauty, Malora the potioneer, and Unella the overseer.
An idea so good he felt his balls tickle.
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