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House of Seven Blessings,
Night had arrived, and Bronn found himself standing in front of Sept Unella's door. As usual, he could hear the muffled moans and wet sounds oozing from the bedchamber. Clearly, Unella had only gotten more restless.
Over the past few days, he had begun to fuck Malora right in front of Septa Unella. To Unella, the excuse was to gather potent essence for a potion of the Maiden, hence it was needed to pump his seed in Malora's warm cunt.
He had Malora whenever he desired, usually when Unella was close by. By now, he'd made it regular and had gotten Unella to accept that touching herself was alright while watching him and Malora. But clearly, it wasn't enough to satisfy the tall, beautiful Septa.
Seven Cunts! I'm hard!
Without a thought, dressed in a loose robe, he pushed open the door and walked inside to the sight of Septa Unella sprawled on the bed, naked as the day she was born, her legs spread open, her fingers attending to her needs.
Ugh! Bloody fucking Maiden's cunt! Gorgeous!
His eyes devoured her. He couldn't believe how beautifully the woman was built. A septa, sworn to chastity and service, yet her body was carved like a goddess of the Seven themselves. Almost as tall as him, her pale skin gleamed in the candlelight, spotless as Cersei's but with something more. An almost holy glow.
She was large-framed, full-bodied, yet her curves were perfect. Her flesh looked soft, thighs thick and squishy, belly flat, her waist pulling in to form an hourglass frame sculpted for sin. Her breasts, heavy and round, were so luscious he imagined burying his face in them, smothered in her holy flesh.
And her face… gods, her face.
That gorgeous, noble face, hair blonde like Cersei's yet shorter and silkier, tousled now as it fanned across her pillow. Her lips were bitten, cheeks flushed, her nose sharp, her eyelids shut as she moaned faintly under her breath. She was more beautiful than the majority of noblewomen in the realm. Far more.
Creak!
He walked over to the empty side of the bed, and the wood floor creaked under his feet. That seemed to wake the Septa up.
"Ah! L-Lord Septo—"
"Shhh~" Bronn rushed to climb the bed and sit beside her, his one finger tapping on her hot, somewhat thin lips, silencing her. "Hush now. No heresy in this, only what's natural. The Gods gifted us these parts, and the Seven frown not on keeping 'em well. Come then, Maiden set it on me to tend to you, and I'm not one to cross her."
Septa Unella's eyes widened in shock. She tried to sit up, but Bronn's hands were already roaming her rather sensitive skin, his palm rounding her breasts, never touched by a man. The way he gathered them in his palms, let them spill, and then pinched her tight, hard nipples, she suppressed her moan.
"Let it pour, Unella. Hold nothing back, your breath, your voice, let it free. Or else, this heat shall amass within you and darken your mind, cloud you from duties. As my most favored and dear septa, I need you focused at all times."
Unella hopefully gazed at Bronn's face, her large blue eyes shining, clearly excited by his praise and claim that she was his most favored septa. It felt… like the gods themselves had praised her.
"Ummmh… Oh~"
"Aye, that pleases the Gods well enough." Bronn's smile carried more heat than holiness, as though the Seven themselves had lent it to him, never mind he lacked a saint's face. "Lend it voice, if you've the breath, my chosen Septa, my most constant, my… holiest delight."
"Aaaaaaaah!"
Oh? So praise makes her excited?
Quickly, Bronn scooted closer to her and slid down sideways. He also discarded his robes, getting butt-naked, his cock hard. Her shoulder pressed into his shoulder, while his one folded knee rested over one of her spread legs, keeping her open.
She didn't react to his nudity, just stared at his face.
So, he stopped playing with her swells and caressed his fingers down, further and further, before eventually claiming her cunt. It was so warm and wet, and she was a virgin. He knew it for she had confessed it before he took her under his wing.
What a beautiful feast!
He licked his lips, finding the woman older than him yet a virgin, and he was going to claim her soon enough. But for now, he wanted her to surrender, so hopelessly willing and believing in his bullshit that she'd let him slide in her cunt morning till noon, at any hour, anywhere.
"Mmmmmmh! Ah, Ah… I feel… strange!"
She instinctively caught the wrist of the hand that was attending to her cunt. He avoided sliding fingers, not wanting to break that delicate maidenhood, it was only for his cock to claim. He played with her little sensitive button, and clearly, she was far too horny; even the faintest touch edged her closer to insanity.
"Your womanhood's a holy place, my sweet septa. And here I stand, the priest bold enough to serve. Cast off your doubts, drown yourself in the Seven's mercy. Here, grip what the Maiden grants a man." Bronn grabbed her hand that tried to hold his wrist and threw it on his cock until she instinctively gripped it.
"Now, part your lips and let me see that tongue."
So hot, her body was oozing heat. Her pupils were blown wide, her chest rising and falling as pleasure swallowed the last of her doubts. She obeyed, opening her mouth, stretching her lips wide, and rolling her tongue all the way out willingly.
Bronn took in the sight for a moment, loving it. Saints and sinners; this tall, regal septa, submitting like a whore. He leaned over her, mouth open, tongue out. A thick string of his drool fell, sliding over her tongue, into her mouth. Filthy and vile, exactly how he liked it. Pushing the boundaries so far that everything lesser would seem normal in comparison.
"Accept… my… blessing, let us join as one and share what the Gods gave us, Septa Unella," he whispered.
Unella frowned, her eyes slowly widening with dawning horror. They had kissed before, yes—but never like this, never bare and sinful, with cock in her hand and breasts rising naked between them. It hit her all at once, how ugly this was, how dirty, how filthy, how sinful.
And then his lips sealed hers.
His hot, wet tongue slid into her mouth, and all those doubts burned away like parchment in fire. She melted. It was righteous, holy, true. The Gods wanted this. No, they demanded it.
"Mmmmmh—ahhh… O-Oh, Seven above, your mercy is inside me!" She moaned against his mouth, voice trembling, praising them through her lust.
Her cry turned to a hum as his fingers circled her lower lips, teasing the soaked folds that begged for him. Her hand, still clutching his cock, started to stroke without her even realizing it, her palm sliding over his shaft in steady, trembling pulls.
Bronn half-laid on her, chest pressing against her wonderful breasts, his weight claiming her. Every movement felt sanctified in her fevered mind. To her, this wasn't sin; it was a blessing. She was the luckiest woman in the realm, to be this close to her holy Lord Septon, chosen as his vessel.
"Mmmmh!" She gasped, legs twitching, the blissful pressure rising inside her like a wave.
Bronn suckled her mouth, lips locked to hers, sucking and tonguing her like a madman. Obsessed, that was the best word for it. He was obsessed with Septa Unella. So beautiful, tall, pious. Corrupting her was a crusade. And he knew, if he could defile this one, this paragon, this holy woman, then every Septa in the realm would fall just as easily.
He dribbled more spit into her mouth, letting it trail from his tongue to hers until she swallowed his flavor like sacrament. He explored her mouth with his tongue, and gods, she was warm and clean inside, pure even in how she kissed. Her cunt was the same, bare, smooth, utterly unmarked, as if she'd cleansed herself daily in secret preparation for him.
His fingers slid lower, working her soaked slit, circling her clit with ruthless precision. Pressing the very button that unleashed years of suppressed need.
Her body jolted, arching up on her heels, her voice breaking apart as her first true release started to build. She had never felt another's hand before, and now the touch of her Lord Septon's fingers made her whole body convulse in pure bliss.
"Aaaaah! I accept it! O-Oh Maiden, I accept your blessings! Aaaahhh—!"
Her moans poured out, loud and raw, pleading to gods she thought were listening.
Bronn broke the kiss only to press his lips to her ear, licking the shell, whispering filth disguised as holiness.
"This is it… what the Maiden made your body for. Accept this. Accept my touch. Moan my name, moan the Gods. They're smiling now, Septa, they're in joy… oh, how they're in joy watching you."
She shook under him, delirious, clawing at his shoulders. Her hand still pumped his cock, but too tightly, squeezing him in her fervor, choking his shaft with devotion. She didn't know how to stroke, but her grip was molten, desperate, fanatical.
He was on edge. She was on edge. And then…They fell over it together.
"Ooohh! Seven! Yoooh–re blessing! Ahhh—I've received!" Unella screamed, her body snapping, cunt spasming wildly around nothing as liquid gushed from her. A wet, messy, glistening climax. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open. She convulsed as if seized by divine power. Her very first orgasm under a man's touch, and it ripped her apart.
Bronn groaned into her ear, his hips jerking. White hot batter spurted from him, thick ropes striping across her belly and waist, painting her holy body in sin. "Ffffuck—ahhh, you're perfect, my septa… my perfect Unella… you'll be Grand Septa of my Order soon, oh Gods, yes!"
Unella writhed, smearing in his cum, gasping and shuddering with aftershocks. She was lost, body and mind gone, given entirely to him.
She panted, eyes wet, face glowing. "M-My… Oh, Lord Septon… Can we… Can you… Like Malora?"
Haha! So willing? Seven hells, I really want to, but… not yet.
"You're a maiden, my Unella. Full moon in four days, that's when we'll start the seven-day ritual of offering your maidenhead to the Seven. Until then, you must not touch yourself, fight the heat building, aye?"
She moaned, trembling, her body still sticky with his cream. "Mmmmmh… Yes, yes, I will… Always… obey, Your… Divine… Holiness."
A new title? Not one I hate.
Somewhat enjoying the warmth of Unella's body, he wanted to remain with her, snuggle perhaps, and sleep with her. But he feared her consciousness might awaken in the middle of the night, like a man's refreshed mind after spilling the seed.
With a sigh, he left her to sleep and headed downstairs. Thankfully, he found Septa Malora in bed and just joined her instead, cock snug against her thick ass, arms around her chest, groping her lush breasts.
She moaned into him as they both slept.
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