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The next morning, it was a repeat.
As the lines had already blurred the previous night, Bronn didn't hold back. Knowing he wouldn't get such a chance again, he fucked the Queen once more in the name of drawing her essence. He fucked her like a whore he paid pennies.
No longer on her back, he had her on all fours. Though he first had to heat her up, fondle her tits, and finger her cunt. When she achingly sought that release, he turned her and had her. Watching the silk-skinned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms like that made him feel proud.
The rightful place for you lot! Beneath me!
This was it, his conquest. The Queen was now a cocksleeve for him. Of course, while not as willing as Malora, he knew he'd slowly have the Queen's mind fully.
"Aagh!"
At last, he spilled inside her slick cunt, gushes after gushes of that slimy creamy coat, painting her royal fertile walls. If he wanted, he could have bred her, but that would have been risky if she didn't get fucked by Robert anytime soon.
"Y-You Grace." Bronn panted and rolled away from her, his entire septon gown and breeches discarded. He was fully naked that day. "Let me… nourish you more."
Once again, he sat down against the headboard and made Cersei sit between his legs, her back against his chest. His dripping, cum soaked cock throbbed on her naked back while his hands cupped her already milk-drained tits.
"The Prince grows strong with each day," Bronn said, making small talk while molding her voluptuous hills to his desired shape, kneading them, pinching the tips. "I foresee a strong future ahead."
Cersei smiled ear to ear, listening to praise was her vice. "As he should. He is my son, after all."
Narcissist, eager to prove herself, and believes herself to be clever.
Bronn made notes on her personality. After all, dealing with her would be easier once he knew what to say, when to say, to get her to do his bidding.
"Ummh… What else…." Cersei moaned, holding nothing back. Her nude, long legs gleamed in the candlelight, albeit her gown bunched around her waist. "What other blessings do you have, Lord Septon?"
He pinched both her tight nipples, earning a yelp. "What the Mother and Maiden grant. Healing, elixirs, and Seven witness, I can tailor my own seed. Through rite and prayer, I may shape it to a woman's want. A child with hair red as flame or bright as gold, tall as Ser Duncan, eyes blue as sea or green as glass, skin fair as moonlight or dark as coal, sly as Bloodraven, strong as the Conqueror. All by my hand, under the Gods' gaze."
"What?!" Cersei jolted, sat up, and turned to face him, her green eyes dazzling. "Have you… done it before?"
Bronn gave a slow nod. "Aye, here in King's Landing once, and a handful in Oldtown. Each time, the husband or the wife carried some ill that kept 'em barren. Yet with my help, they held a babe in their arms that bore both their traits. The Maiden's gift, that."
"Who?"
"I'm afraid that stays sealed, Your Grace. The Maiden watches, and she doesn't take kindly to wagging tongues. A septon's work is keeping close the tears and whispers folk pour out. They come to me with sins, woes, and broken hearts. Loose tongues can cut deeper than steel if such tales wandered astray."
Cersei stared at his face for a moment, then nodded and returned to her previous state, back against his chest. But her young mind had certainly come up with something.
"I-If I… ask you for a blessing? For a golden-haired son, with blue eyes, strong and…"
"But you've His Grace, my Queen. By the Father's light, you've given him a son fair as summer," Bronn said, pausing his fondling.
Cersei shook her head and let it plop backwards into Bronn's chest. She fully relaxed her body in his arms, against his slick flesh. At that moment, the lines blurred. Not a septon and a Queen, but something akin to… lovers? It looked that way, at least.
"Never again," Cersei hissed. "That brute… that man… I…"
"Unburden your heart, Your Grace. By the Seven, none but I shall hear it." Bronn nudged her.
"I gave it a fair try, Lord Septon. Thought I'd love him. Thought I'd love being Queen too—girls dream of such things, and there I was living it. Then our wedding feast came, our first bed, and him on me, in me, stinking of wine. He breathed a name not mine—Lyanna. A ghost had his heart, not I. That night, he put out every fire I held for him. Steffon… he's a gift, aye, but one the Gods slipped in by accident."
Bronn's eyes were wide in surprise. Once again, he was reminded how dense nobles were. How in the hell did Robert Baratheon destroy his marriage on the very first night with a woman likely amongst the most beautiful in the realm? For a man who sired bastards, Bronn really couldn't understand why Robert didn't just fuck the brains out of Cersei Lannister.
Ah, I understand it. Bronn recalibrated his thoughts. It wasn't Robert's fault; it was his privilege that allowed him to act that way. Piss drunk, fucking his Queen while imagining another.
With a sigh, Bronn stopped fondling her tits and just wrapped his arms around her tightly, pressing her in warmth. Feeling how emotionally vulnerable she was, he saw it as his chance to form a permanent connection with her.
"Your tears I catch, they fall, they flow,
The Seven see, the Seven know.
Your pain, your grief, your silent cries,
Rise upward now to kinder skies."
Bronn whispered into her ear, close, his lips practically kissing her earlobe.
"Your heart's deep wish shall find its way,
The Gods will answer when they may.
So rest within these arms tonight,
Their grace shall turn your dark to light."
Cersei twitched in his arms and moved. Not away, but a pivot, as she turned completely to face Bronn, getting up on her knees. Face to face, she held his jawline with her palms, her eyes moist, needy.
"Oh, Lord Septon, you have been such a blessing to me," Cersei said, an almost fanatic cry. It was true, but not entirely. "You ease the storm in my chest. You give me… such comfort."
Whore thinks she has me between her fingers.
Bronn smiled, aware of Cersei's intentions. She wanted him, like a slave, a pet, her own private sorcerer. She wanted him because she believed in his blessings.
"Ummmh~"
Cersei leaned her face down and planted a kiss on his lips. A willing, hot, wet kiss. She probed her tongue into him, like claiming him.
Hah, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, sucking my tongue.
Bronn laughed inside and gripped her round ass while grounding his own lips on her. The heat was impeccable, her flavor was smooth. A married woman for sure, but young and so ripe.
"Waaaaaa Waaaaa"
But it seemed the little babe realised that his mother was so willingly falling into a trap. The wails disturbed their kiss.
Cersei, the dutiful, obsessed mother, quickly grabbed her son and started feeding him. Thankfully, Bronn hadn't drained her entirely.
As she left him, he looked at his cum soaked cock.
Tsk… Still got days. I'll have her suck it too.
"Ah, the ingredient," Bronn exclaimed and once again took out an empty vial. The filthy act was exciting for Bronn as it was like a humiliation ritual for the Queen. While she breastfed, he roughly pushed her smooth legs apart and scooped up the mess. Then he went to her free tit, squeezed it, and drew a few drops.
She's getting used to it.
With a smile, he put on his clothes.
"I'll meet you tonight, Your Grace, Gods willing."
Cersei just nodded, tired, relaxing in bed, a complete mess. She felt sore in her cunt, her tits bruised, and dry in her mouth.
Soon, the sound of the door closing came.
She fell back and looked at her son fondly.
And all she saw was a king in the making.
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Outside the Red Keep,
Bronn reached his massive mansion in Eel Alley, a relatively good part of the city with rich dwellers and fine houses. His own mansion belonged to a rich merchant from Oldtown. And yes, that rich merchant was a faithful follower of Bronn.
That was how his cult worked. The word spread, and his influence grew. He had followers in King's Landing, and they numbered thousands.
"Should've brought Malora and Unella."
He tiredly sat down by the fireplace in his solar.
"Ugh…"
Bronn tossed the entire vial into the hearth, wiping his hands on a dry cloth. He had no use for the mess he collected from the Queen's cunt. It was just a way of toying with her.
Knock! Knock!
"Lord Septon, Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard seeks an audience."
With a curious gaze, he looked at the maid. "He is armed?"
"He is, Lord Septon."
What does he want?
Bronn only knew that Jaime was Cersei's brother. He hadn't even met the man until now.
"Let him in."
As soon as the maid left, Bronn loosened his shortsword from the scabbard and prepared himself. He stayed seated in front of the hearth; however, his eyes focused on the solar's door.
Creak!
In mere moments, the door was brashly pushed open. Armor clattering, boots thumping, Ser Jaime Lannister walked inside with a proud stride.
Cersei's brother, no doubt. Bronn eyed the features.
Scrrrr~
Ser Jaime suddenly unsheathed his sword and stormed over to Bronn, and aimed the tip at the Septon's throat.
Yet Bronn didn't even flinch, seated like nothing had happened.
"Stay clear of my sister. Cease your tricks before I put an end to them. I'll not warn you twice."
Bronn amusedly watched the young knight. "And if I say no? You'll kill me? Don't count your blessings yet."
Ser Jaime sensed something and looked down. There, Bronn had his own sword unsheathed and pointed at his loins.
Clank!
With Ser Jaime distracted, Bronn grabbed a second sword prepared beside his seat and slammed the Kingsguard's blade away. At the same time, he leapt up and kicked the man in the chest, throwing him back into another chair.
"Stay down, Ser!"
Before Ser Jaime could stand, Bronn was on him, one sword still aimed at the cock and the other at the throat. The tables had turned.
"Last time, five Most Devout thought to kill me. Guess where they are now?"
Ser Jaime looked up at Bronn. "A septon with a sword?"
"For self-defence."
"Too good for that, no?"
"I see your tricks." Bronn pressed the blade harder on the neck as he saw Jaime's hand move to the dagger. "Release the sword, Ser Jaime."
"And if I say no? You'll kill me? Don't count your blessings yet."
Fucker's using my own words.
Woosh!
Thud!
"Fucker!" Bronn leapt forward as Ser Jaime threw his entire chair backwards and rolled away.
Clank!
The Kingsguard was up on his feet right away and struck.
Bronn quickly blocked the strike, matching blades in a deadlock.
"Leave my sister alone!"
"The Queen wants me."
Clash!
Clank!
They exchanged a few more strikes.
"What has she promised you? Whatever it is, I'll give you double. No, thrice that!"
Bronn frowned inside. Why's he obsessed with his sister?
"Nothing. I serve the Seven, I take no gold for my service."
Knock! Knock!
Suddenly, the door to the solar opened again, and a maid peeked inside.
"L-Lord Septon… T-The King is here."
Bronn looked back at Ser Jaime. "Let's continue later."
"Oh, I will, and you'll regret ever brainwashing my sister, you fraud."
Brainwashing? What did I do? No, what the hell did Cersei do?
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