He crawled up onto the bed, his fat cock dangling threateningly. He noticed her gulp and smiled. She'd seen it before like this, but this time she knew it was coming for her.
However, as much as he wanted to shove his cock into her mouth, he didn't. Unella wasn't a noblewoman deserving of his rough-handedness, nor Malora, who sought it. No, Unella was his precious septa, the very first. She was strict, faithful, and despite her strong body, a woman who deserved Lord Septon's undivided attention, as rare as it was.
"Come here, Unella. Let our tastes blend."
He crawled across the bed toward Unella, his movements slow, like a predator savoring the helpless prey.
She reacted instinctively, her body yielding as she sank back, head hitting the pillow. Her wide eyes locked onto his, silent but brimming with a shy eagerness, her lips parted slightly as if already offering herself.
Bronn straddled her, his weight pressing the bed down, and leaned forward until his face hovered inches from hers, his breath heavy.
"Tongue out," he commanded.
He hadn't planned to fuck her face, but her instant obedience sent a jolt through him. Heat already prickling his throbbing length.
Unella's mouth opened wide, her pink tongue rolling out, glistening and vulnerable.
The sight of her submission nearly broke him. He wanted to shove his cock down her throat, to feel her choke on it, but he also wanted her to drown in his plundering kiss. His restraint was already thinning against her obsessive devotion.
"By the Seven, if you weren't a septa, half the realm's knights would've drawn steel for you," he whispered, as his hands roamed her face. His fingers tracing her sharp cheekbones, then tangling in her loose blonde hair, tugging gently at her scalp. Her hair spilled like spun gold across the pillow.
Unella's cheeks flushed, and she tried to turn her head, her voice trembling. "A-All… is… Seven's will."
Even ramming my cock in you? Bronn thought, his lips twitching with a suppressed smirk. The blasphemy of it thrilled him.
He loved how blindly she clung to her faith, how she saw him as the Seven's Angel, ignorant of the lust in him. It was the same foolish devotion he'd seen in others, but hers was purer, sharper, a blade of piety he could wield.
"Aye, that is correct," he said smoothly, his tone dripping with assurance, coaxing her deeper into his web. He needed her to believe, to surrender fully.
His mouth descended on hers, open and ravenous, his tongue plunging into her warm throat. He kissed her with feral hunger, gulping her virgin dribble, their tongues clashing in a wet, messy battle. Hers yielded, soft and submissive, while his claimed every inch of her mouth, licking the roof, sucking her tongue, drowning in the slick heat.
Their breaths melded, hot and panting, his cock throbbing against her clothed belly, his heavy balls pressed tight to her.
"Ummmmh~" Unella moaned, a low, throaty hum that vibrated against his lips, a hymn of surrender.
The sound stoked the fire in his manhood. Her body was trembling under him, a tease that made his cock ache.
Unella's mind was a haze of ecstasy, every touch of Bronn's lips a sacred gift from the Seven. She was their septa, their vessel, and he was their Angel, his tongue a holy flame searing her soul. Each shiver that ran through her was a blessing, each pulse of heat in her core a sign of the Maiden's approval. His weight on her, his taste flooding her mouth, felt like the gods themselves claiming her, filling her with purpose.
Her heart pounded with reverence, her body trembling under the divine weight of his touch, every sensation a prayer answered.
"Mmmmm…" Another moan escaped her as she melted further into him.
Her hands roamed his bare back, fingers digging into his muscles, tracing the heat of his skin. She was lost in him, her chest heaving as he kissed her breathless, her body aching for more.
"Allow me to prepare you, my septa," Bronn murmured, pulling back with a sly smirk.
He slid lower, his body dragging against hers, the friction of her robes against his cock sending sparks through him.
His hand grazed her belly through the coarse fabric of her gown, feeling the soft give. His fingers trailed lower, deliberate and teasing, until they caught the hem of her septa robes. Slowly, he pushed the fabric up, revealing her long, creamy thighs. Soft as churned butter, glowing pale white. They were flawless, untouched by labor or sun, a canvas of purity he was eager to mark.
"Oh, Seven. The Gods took their time making you." Bronn prayed. His words thick with mock reverence, stoking her devotion while his eyes devoured her exposed skin.
He shoved the gown higher, bunching it at her waist, baring her legs in full. They were a marvel, long, shapely, with a delicate strength that spoke of her discipline, yet soft as if crafted for worship. Her thighs, thick and plush, quivered slightly under his gaze, their creamy paleness a stark contrast to the golden heat he'd tasted in others.
Unella's legs were pressed flat against the bed, squeezed tight in embarrassment, but Bronn's hands found her knees, prying her open.
He spread her wide, his lips parting as he drooled at the sight.
And there, at their center, her cunt lay bare, no smallcloth as he'd commanded. It was a puffy, sacred flower, its tight pink gates a holy seam, untouched and pure. Older than him, a virgin still, her cunt was a temple of the Maiden, its delicate folds glistening faintly.
"Ah… Sweet!" he rasped, leaning down until his face hovered over her loins.
Her scent hit him. Clean, floral, like rosewater and untouched petals, a sweetness that belied her years of chastity. Whatever bath she'd taken, it had preserved her fresh for him.
"Mmmh~" Unella moaned. Her eyes full of reverence, her body trembled, caught between shame and divine surrender.
Bronn smirked, his lips curling wickedly, and then he dove in.
His tongue dragged a long, drooling swipe across her pussy, lapping at her virgin slit like a crouching beast at a spring. He rolled his entire face into her, unbothered by the mess of his own spit and her slick, coating his chin, his cheeks, his nose.
He licked her folds wide and flat, fucking her tight entrance with his tongue, plunging into her untouched warmth. Then, he nudged her clit with the tip, circling it with relentless hunger as she trembled. His hands clawed at the soft undersides of her thighs, gripping hard to keep them splayed, her flesh yielding under his calloused fingers.
Unella writhed, her body twisting under him.
"Ooooh! Seven… Mh-Maiden!" She cried out a desperate prayer. Her hips bucked against his face. Her thighs trembled, her pussy pulsing under his tongue.
"Yes, yes, take the Seven's blessings. Hold no voice back," Bronn mumbled, his mouth buried in her cunt, tongue lapping with fervent hunger. "Cry my name, Seven's name, cry your heart out."
His words vibrated against her salivating folds, urging her to surrender.
He devoured her pussy in hunger, his tongue plunging deep, curling against her moist walls until he felt them quiver, her climax teetering on the edge. Sensing the tense clamp of her cunt, he pulled back, his face glistening with her juices, and sat up.
He positioned himself between her spread legs, his cock throbbing, urging him to be quick about it.
"Let us begin the final ritual," he declared, heavy with fake solemnity.
Bronn typically took seven days to unravel a woman, savoring their descent night by night, starting with just his mouth on their cunts. But Unella was different. A septa, pure and devout, not to be bred but molded into his loyal cockwarmer, his ever-willing attendant. He had no intention of planting a babe in her yet; her purpose was to serve him, body and soul.
Rip~!
With a swift, brutal tug, he gripped her septa gown at the neckline and tore it apart. The fabric splitting like a thin veil, revealing her bare flesh to the cold air.
Seven's tits! Bronn was nearly speechless at the sight of her nude body.
"So begins the eventual, the last gift to the Maiden," he growled, as if the act itself were an offering to the gods.
The tattered gown clung to her arms, but her breasts, belly, and legs were bare. Round, heavy mounds tipped with cherry-red nipples, crafted to nurse babes and tempt sinners. Her skin glowed pale, a holy canvas begging for his touch.
He settled between her legs, his cockhead brushing her drooling petals, slick with her arousal. He locked eyes with her, her gaze wide with anticipation, her lips trembling.
"I'll be gentle, Unella. It'll sting at first, but slowly, you'll accept the Seven's grace."
Unella nodded, her breath uneven.
Her heart pounded like a war drum, her body trembling with the weight of the moment. She felt the Seven's presence in Bronn's touch, his form a channel of divine will.
She raised her head and caught a glimpse of his cock, thick and veined, pressing against her sacred gates. Every nerve in her body sang with reverence, her core aching with a mix of fear and holy expectation. This was no mere man; it was the Seven's Angel, chosen to claim her, to fill her with their grace. Her soul burned with devotion, her body yielding to the sacred fire.
He pushed forward, his cockhead breaching her virgin slit, and Unella gasped, her breath catching in her throat.
The sting was sharp, but she welcomed it.
"Oh, I feel you… so deep. Maiden's grace… filling me!" The stretch of her untouched walls around his girth felt like a sacred trial, a pain that promised salvation.
Her pussy lips stretched wide, hugging his shaft as he pressed deeper, and then came the snap…
A sharp, tearing tug that broke her maidenhead. Her eyes widened, tears spilling down her cheeks, mascara running in black streaks across her mature, gorgeous face. She was proud, so proud, to have saved herself for this moment, for the Seven's Angel to claim her purity. The pain was a blessing, the crimson proof of her sacrifice painting her thighs. Her moans were a worshipful sob, her ruined makeup a mark of the holiest defilement, her face a vision of sacred surrender.
"Seven! Oh, you are… doing… great!" Bronn groaned, reveling in the snug warmth of her cunt.
He pulled back, his cock coated with the red trails of her maidenhead. Smiling with pride, he slid back in, feeding her cunt an extra inch, her tightness gripping him.
Unella's back arched off the bed, her cries a mix of moans and groans as she teetered on the edge of release.
"Oooooooh! Gods! Maiden! Oh… Lord Se-pton!" she wailed, her voice breaking with ecstasy as her body surrendered to the rhythm of his thrusts.
He seized her wrists, pinning them down, her heavy breasts smushed between her arms, forming a sweaty, alluring valley. Her tight-tipped mounds jiggled with each movement, a sight that drove him wild. Using her wrists like reins, he fucked her with a steady rhythm, pulling her down onto his shaft with rough, plundering thrusts. His cock bottomed out, filling her completely, her body yielding with every slam.
He was close, too close. Her tightness and surrender pushed him to the brink.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The wet slaps of his hips against her creamy thighs echoed, her knees raised high, legs spread wide to welcome his relentless pounding.
Her body was milky perfection, each pulse of her wet walls clamping over his shaft, inviting him to dive in deeper. Her tits jiggled between her pinned arms, her skin glistening with sweat, an unholy offering begging to be ravaged.
"Oooooh! I am so blessed… Maiden's… warmth is… oozing from me-eeeeeh! Ah!" Unella cried out a fervent prayer as her climax tore through her.
Her pussy clenched around him, her walls trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt his shaft diving into her flooded core, nudging her womb as if to awaken it. Each thrust squelched and churned her bursting nectar, her pussy singing lewdly as her body shattered in bliss.
Bronn watched her pussy grow slicker, a frothy mix of her juices and faint virgin blood coating her lower lips, a beautiful sight that fueled his thirst.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Oh, Maiden! I'm… I'm yours! Your Angel fills me… so full~~!"
Her voice breaking as her climax peaked, her body shuddering under him, her mascara-streaked face blushing with worshipful surrender.
"I'm close… oh!" Bronn growled, releasing her wrists to lean down onto her entirely.
His hips slammed down continuously, thrust after thrust. His lips latched onto her breasts, suckling her stiff nipples with a hunger that rivaled his need for Cersei's maternal nectar. He suckled hard, bruising her sensitive tips, leaving them red and swollen as he feasted.
"Oh, oh, oh… Dear Maiden! Holy Seven!" Unella cried in delirium, her nipples aching. Each suckle a pulse of divine pain and pleasure that sent shivers through her core.
Bronn pounded harder, leaving marks along her neck. Then, his lips crashed into hers in a claiming kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs locking around his hips, pulling him deeper as she played with his tongue, accepting her new role with fervent surrender.
He rammed her into the bedding, his hips bouncing off her smooth flesh, her body drowning in waves of pleasure. Her pussy was a pulsing, breathing temple, and he was its conqueror.
"Agh… There… it is… my… holy nectar! Take it, oh… my septa!" he moaned, bottoming out as his climax erupted.
His cock pulsed, spilling thick, molten seed into her virgin core, flooding her untouched depths. The sensation was primal, the very first cock filling her with hot batter, a sinful violation she welcomed with every fiber of her being.
Unella gasped, her body trembling as she felt his seed flood her. "So full… oh, Seven, I'm blessed!"
His creamy essence filled her core. Her body quaking with the realization that she'd been claimed by the Seven's Angel. The stretch, the heat, the pulsing fullness, was all overwhelming.
Bronn stayed buried balls deep, his cock throbbing inside her as he kissed her deeply, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together in the heat.
Their tongues tangled, her breath ragged against his lips, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
As his cock calmed, he rolled sideways, collapsing onto his back. He slipped one arm under her head, pulling her close until she rolled into him, her body curling against his.
"Uh… Mind if I sleep here, Unella? Feeling tired."
"Mm… You may, Lord Septon."
He noticed a new type of warmth in her speech. One he was looking for.
"Lord Septon?"
He waited for her to continue.
"Will I… Sire you… babes?"
Ugh… Don't tempt me, Unella.
"If you're willing, one day I'll grant you that. A babe's the Seven's sweetest gift, the very reason we're shaped as we are. But not tonight. The stars must give their nod first." He bullshitted. He just wanted to spend some time doing her first. "Sleep now, sweet septa. We'll resume the rite come dawn."
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