"O Father, grant judgment, my courage to keep,
O Mother, guard mercy when shadows do creep.
O Warrior, guide me, with blade ever bright,
O Maiden, give virtue to walk in the light."
He repeated each line multiple times until the people perfectly sang with him. The combined voice of nearly ten thousand people was truly reverberating, felt on the feet as if the ground was shaking. Felt throughout the city.
"O Smith, lend me strength to hammer the foe,
O Crone, shine your lantern where dark whispers grow.
O Stranger, I face you, yet I shall not fall,
For Seven stand with me, and I fear none at all."
He dramatized the last line, as if he was standing defiantly. He opened his eyes and gazed at the people, some with moist eyes, others with hopeful smiles. Almost everyone had their hands clasped in prayer.
Now this is a true cult!
"By the Seven, I'll tend the sick through what remains of daylight. All those who sought my healing received a parchment before entering these grounds. Show it to the guards. They'll march you by the number writ, same as dice on a table."
Finally, as the crowd started to disperse, Bronn moved over to Cersei's seat, passing her a smile. "Thank you for gracing the preaching, Your Grace. The smallfolk near wept with joy, seeing their Queen pray to the same Gods as they. A sight like that… it stirs hearts faster than any sermon."
Cersei smiled from ear to ear, even blushing.
Loves hearing praises, doesn't she?
Cersei took Bronn's hand and stood up, revealing her unusually deep neckline.
Yet again, Bronn was mesmerized by her physical beauty. Her golden locks, her green eyes, the air around her. He'd never met a woman with more noble pride than Cersei. And he had already brought her under his cock.
"I'm unworthy of such words, Lord Septon," Cersei said and followed him into the large mansion. "I have only begun this path with your hand to guide me."
My cock's guidance, you mean.
"It is never too late to embrace the Seven," Bronn said and led her to the House of Seven Blessings that occupied a section of the building. "Best you ride back to the Red Keep, Your Grace. I'll tend the sick, and the sight of them will sour your heart."
"Aye, but I shan't be watching them," Cersei leaned closer, a smirk forming on her lips. "It is you I would see, and the blessings you wield. They ease my mind."
Bronn nodded, a little confused whether she was being genuine or just wanted him to shag her.
Once he reached the House of Seven Blessings, he occupied the large chamber to welcome the sick one by one. There were too many, and not having Unella to manage them was annoying. But he got by, using some help from the Great Sept of Baelor. They had plenty of septas and septons.
Wounds, infections, fever, severed limbs, skin rashes, rotten teeth—Bronn had something for everyone. Those he couldn't cure, he could at least reduce their pain. Not a single man, woman, or child left without a smile.
From that morning till evening, he only took a short, quick break to eat something. As for Cersei Lannister, she chose to return when it started to get dark. It was surprising that she even stayed for so many hours. Never interrupted, just watching.
Bronn was tired. But knowing that the first few days were always the toughest, he pushed through.
From merchants to nobles. From poor smallfolk to absolute beggars. He healed everyone. By the end of the day, five large donation chests were full of coins. Faith was truly the best trade, he felt.
Low investment and immensely high returns. Heck, even his expenses were low because the traders were also his followers. They always sold him materials at the price they themselves bought them. Some rich merchants even donated supplies.
That was the plan for his free food kitchens.
But that night, he decided to just sleep. Meeting so many people, using so much magic, and in general thinking so much used up too much energy.
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Plap! Plap! Plap!
It was another morning.
"Ummmh… Yes, yes, yes~"
It was another visit to the Red Keep, inside the Queen's locked bedchamber. The little babe was tucked in the cradle while his mum had her back pressed against the wall, facing the man rutting her, keeping her one leg raised sideways as he battered her womb.
"Seven… bless… us!" Bronn pounded, delirious at the beautiful sight of the tall woman, every inch of her body like smooth porcelain, not a single mark of taint on her body. From the thigh, his arm wrapped around to raise high, to her full, jolting tits with no sag.
Bronn had Cersei's back arched just right, her head thrown back against the wall so that her breasts jutted proudly forward. She was completely naked, just as he was, the air thick with the sound of their flesh.
Shlk! Plap! Shlk! Plap!
He looked down between them, his cock gleaming wet as it disappeared into the royal cunt, watching how her slick folds stretched and clamped him tight with every pull. He slowed for a moment, just to admire it, pulling almost all the way out and watching her pussy stay open, stretched, and glistening, before sucking him back in with a filthy, wet squelch.
Finally, he looked up at her face. His other hand wrapped around her slender neck, holding her still, firmly. He felt she'd have made a fine Septa if she weren't so arrogant, so full of pride. A Septa this beautiful would have made every sermon a holy experience.
Cersei lolled her tongue out, panting, offering it to him.
Bronn leaned in and kissed her hard, coiling his tongue with hers, devouring her mouth as thoroughly as he devoured her cunt.
She kissed him back with molten heat, the kiss of a woman who had given herself willingly.
"Y-Your Grace…" Bronn breathed, eyes caught on her beauty. "Do you… wish for a daughter? Golden hair, blue eyes… so fair the realm would riot. They'd point and whisper; There walks the daughter of Cersei Lannister, by the Seven."
Plap! Plap!
"O-Ooooh… That sounds… delightful!" Cersei moaned, already climaxing on his cock, feeling him spread her apart so much more with her one leg raised higher sideways.
Her cunt clamped around him so hard it nearly pushed him out, and a wet gush splattered down his balls and onto the floorstones, running in a thin stream down her one leg. Her toes curling, her nails raking down his back.
"Then…" He pressed his brow to hers. "Best we start now. Seven days, seven rites. Tell me, what else would you have in your daughter, besides what the Seven grant?"
Really, Bronn had no plans for her. But he didn't want to waste the chance to put a babe in her.
Cersei moaned, licking her lips, her voice trembling with lust.
"Taller than I, yes, with breasts full and ripe, hips meant to tempt kings. A face untouched by flaw, her skin pale as snow and softer still. Her voice, warm and serene, the kind that bends men to kneel. Her hair, my gold, spilling down to her knees, and her smile, gods, her smile will be flawless."
Bronn smiled, more of a smirk.
He lowered her leg and pulled out his cock, his hands gently pressed her shoulders down. "Seven bear witness, Your Grace. The rite of the Maiden begins. Take me to your lips, and I'll offer up the prayers."
He expected some pushback. Cersei was extremely proud of being a queen. But clearly, her trust, her faith had surpassed everything else. While her cunt still leaked her juices, she knelt. The proud Queen of the Seven Kingdoms on her knees before a nobody, a slumrat, a mere septon.
She gathered his shaft with one hand, and the sheer thickness made her moan. Her royal lips parted without hesitation. The scent of her own slick clung to him, heady and pungent, but she breathed it in as though it were incense. Her jaw stretched wide, and she swallowed him down, burying him past her tongue until her throat seized around him.
"Ooooooh! Maiden above… accept your septon's plea… mmmh…" Bronn rumbled, smirking as his fingers combed roughly through her golden, curled locks.
"Unnnngh! Gluk!" She gagged, her throat constricting beautifully around him.
Bronn rammed forward and started to use her mouth recklessly, facefucking her like she was nothing but a soaking hole. With her back against the wall, she had nowhere to retreat. His hips hammered forward, each thrust sinking balls-deep, the hair at his base brushing her blushing face with every stroke.
Hah, fucking the Queen's face… What a privilege!
He grinned down at her, his balls slapping softly against her chin as he kept pace.
He'd already been at her for nearly an hour. He was primed, eager, teetering on the edge.
"Not a drop… must slip, Your Grace… or the Gods rage!"
He stepped forward until the back of her head was flat against the stone wall, pinning her completely. Then he slammed forward, his entire crotch smothering her nose, grinding his balls against her chin as his cock bottomed out in her throat.
"Gaaaaaah! Take… the blessing!" He came hard, pulse after pulse, his batter spilling in thick ropes straight down her throat.
Cersei's throat worked greedily, swallowing each gush, but still choking as more spilled in than she could keep up with. Her nails dug into his thighs, yet she stayed put, drinking it all, tears streaking her cheeks.
Bronn watched her do it, watched her choke, a cold glint in his eyes.
When he finally eased back to let her breathe, she didn't waste a second. Licking the tip, sucking the last beads from him, even catching what little dribbled from her lips with her tongue before it could hit her chin. She looked up at him with glazed eyes and immediately leaned forward to lick his shaft clean, tongue tracing every vein, then dipping lower to suck his balls until they were slick with spit.
Slurp! Slurp!
"Beautiful…" Bronn said at last, approving. "Let us continue tomorrow. I'll tend your flower with the rite again, then lay claim to your rear. For the Mother's favor, every hollow must be opened and given prayer."
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