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Just as planned, Bronn came early the next day and ate her cunt until she spilled. It was rather easy. But he kept it professional and only did it once before leaving her alone. Then, on the third day, he had her on her hands and knees, his cock was oiled to the brim, as was her beautiful, star-shaped anal hole.
"Take deep breaths, Your Grace," Bronn advised her and rubbed his cockhead on her ass. He hoped he was the first to do this to the Queen. Perhaps to any queen.
"Ummmmgh!"
Cersei clenched the bedsheets hard, her face buried in a pillow to muffle her howl.
"Slowly… relax your body."
He pushed in gently, easing his way in, sliding back and forth to coax her open, just as he had done with Elia. Bronn skipped this on most women, not worth the effort. But for Cersei Lannister? This was worth savoring.
Her ass was exquisite, pale and perfect, soft but firm enough to grip, a queen's ass if ever there was one.
"Oooooogh!"
Her moan echoed through the chamber. Every so often she arched up, trying to escape the stretch, but Bronn only pressed her down by the small of her back, pinning her.
He drizzled more oil over her, letting it run down the crack of her ass, then drove in deeper, a little more each time. First the tip, then halfway, until at last his entire length sank inside her.
Plap!... Plap!... Plap!!
Bronn was fucking Cersei Lannister, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, in the ass.
Pa!
He slapped her left cheek, the sound echoing like a bell.
"Bless the Mother! Bless the Crone!" he barked, grinning between thrusts. He doubted the Queen even cared anymore what prayers he muttered while rutting her like this.
Pa!
Another slap, her pale peach jiggling, reddening beneath his palm.
Pa!
Red marks bloomed on both cheeks, perfect handprints, glowing like a septon's seal.
Finally, with a few more relentless thrusts, Cersei shuddered hard, her entire body convulsing as she came, her drooling walls fluttering even around his cock buried in her anal hole.
Bronn let out a guttural snarl, drove himself as deep as he could, and spilled a thick load inside her ass, filling her until it leaked back out around him. He stayed there, grinding himself into her until the last spurts were milked from him. Her puckered hole greedily twitched around him as if trying to drink it all down.
He was expecting to last much longer. But clearly, he underestimated Cersei Lannister.
That was the third day. On the fourth day, he fucked her cunt again. He called her to his mansion for a private sermon this time and had her in every imaginable way possible. Folded underneath him, even in the bathtub. He had her, fucked her, filled her cunt to the brim.
On the fifth day, they ate each other at the same time, a filthy way for a queen to do things, but she was very eager. Then on the sixth, he fucked both her cunt and ass again. Finally, on the seventh day, he did it all—She sucked him, he ate her cunt, he fucked her ass, he fucked her cunt, sucked her tits all the time, until he spilled deep.
By the end, Queen Cersei was a tired mess. A weak, sluggish doll on the bed, sprawled, panting, smiling blissfully.
Bronn kept suckling her tits for a while before moving off of her and offering a prayer.
"And so is born the life in the womb. Beautiful girl, surpassing her mother, she shall bloom—Seven bless us."
At last, shamelessly, Bronn kissed the Queen on the lips. She reciprocated with eagerness.
"Thank you, Lord Septon. I feel so… blessed."
Of course, you are. I fucked the seven lives out of you.
"That you are, Your Grace."
Finally, he gathered his clothes to leave. Malora and Unella were supposed to arrive that day, after all, and he knew Malora would need his special attention.
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House of Seven Blessings,
"Lord Septon, the next ail is a child."
Bronn looked at the perfect, gorgeous Septa Unella, her wide, round hips moving away from his table. A woman he was slowly unwrapping and enjoying the thrill while he did it. Seeing her again was soothing. "Send him in."
He sat in his chair behind the table, almost done with the day's sick. Malora had already relieved him under the table twice while he performed his duties. It was truly a blessing to have them back.
It had been two days since he finished the baby-making ritual with the Queen. He'd given her a few days of respite so she could fool the King.
"M'lord… I… I"
Right then, a little child walked inside, an eight or nine-year-old at best. He looked nervous, clenching his tunic at the base, his brown eyes looking around. His hair was tousled, his face somewhat dirty—clearly a dweller of the Flea Bottom.
"Come here, boy." Bronn got up from his chair and approached the child with genuine care. He patted his back and ushered him towards a wooden stool. In his eyes, kids like this were the true victims of the disgusting world the nobles ruled over. He was one, after all. He was once this little boy. Alone, lost, filthy.
The little boy was on the verge of crying. "My tummy hurts."
"Stay seated. The Seven willing, your ache will vanish swiftly. Flea Bottom's water is filth fit only for rats."
"Uhhh…" The boy groaned and did as asked.
Bronn fetched a vial from the shelf and came back to the boy. He thumbed out the stopper and held it forth. "Drink this, and your hurt will soon be naught."
The boy stared at the vial nervously at first. He looked up at Bronn a few times and then closed his eyes before downing the entire vial's liquid.
"Ah!" The boy cried and clutched his belly. "I-It's worse… So much pain!"
Bronn frowned and approached the boy, taking to his knees to be on the same level. "Where does it hurt?"
"H-Here…" The little boy lifted his tunic to show his belly. "It hurts he—"
All of a sudden, the boy froze, his words stuck in his throat. He frowned deeply, all his tears lost. His little hands patted over his waistband from front to back.
"Looking for this, kid?"
The boy shot up a glance and shrank back in fear, seeing the healer wave the knife, his knife. He quickly tried to jump and make a run for it.
"Don't even think about it. What you drank was a poison that only I can cure, kid." Bronn's threatening words coldly echoed, pushing the kid towards genuine tears. "What you drank was my new creation. I call it the Truth Tonic. Now… you came here to kill me?"
The boy furiously shook his head. "Yes."
Yet, the words from his mouth didn't match his movement. His eyes widened, and he tried to press his mouth shut.
"Who sent you?"
"I… I don't k-know," the boy answered, his lips moving on their own.
"Interesting." Bronn crossed his arms and leaned against the table. "You really don't know?"
"I-I don't."
"Then let me ask it another way. Who do you work for?"
This time, the boy's eyes went wide. Both his hands tried to keep his mouth squeezed shut. But it was all pointless. "L-L-Lo… Lord Varys… No!"
The spymaster? Surprising. I expected the Grand Maester.
A big smile covered Bronn's face. "See, that wasn't so hard."
"No, no… I… don't kill me, M'lord!"
Bronn coldly moved closer to the shivering boy, his hand raised, and reached for him. The boy shrank back on the stool, expecting death. Genuine fear marred his young face.
Pat!
Yet all Bronn did was brush his already messy hair. In Bronn's other hand, a sweet candy appeared.
"You're naught but a tool in their twisted lordly games, boy. Same as I was once. Only those deserving to die will die, like this… Lord Varys of yours."
"You can't… He's…"
"Less than a flea before the glory of the Seven. My tongue bears the curse, and the Seven will press him into endless sleep." Bronn declared and stood back after handing the candy. "What's your name?"
"J-Joss, M'lord."
"Joss. Go home and tell your friends that Lord Septon has cast the Curse of the Stranger on Varys."
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