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Flea Bottom,
Gendry didn't know who his father was. He remembered his mother a little, but that memory was fading as she had also left him alone in this world.
"Gendry, let's go."
Life had been hell for the five-year-old him until a few weeks ago. Living in Flea Bottom and begging around the city just to survive wasn't easy. On good days, he'd receive a halfpenny, and on bad days, a kick to his stomach or a punch to his face.
"What are we eating today?" Gendry asked, surprisingly tall for his age.
"Seven knows, but it'll be something yummy, I know," said Tob, his best friend, who had survived begging with him.
The two boys ran through the Flea Bottom narrow streets, barefoot, but neatly dressed in fresh clothes. As they ran, a few more kids joined along, running with him. In time, their number swelled to a dozen.
And soon enough, they arrived at a large opening in Flea Bottom. There, many massive stewpots were sitting on fire, spewing steam and so many delicious scents.
Gendry quickly got behind the line, his own bowl in hand. He could feel his stomach rumbling in hunger, and it didn't take long before he reached the kind old man dressed in a white apron marked with a golden palm and a seven-pointed star in the middle, the symbol of Seven's Angel.
"Here you go, lad. Don't forget to take the apple."
"There's an apple?!" Gendry exclaimed and quickly got his bowl filled with meat stew. Then he got a loaf of actual bread, and finally got himself a real apple. And this one wasn't even rotten.
But he didn't have too much time to waste. He found a spot to sit on the ground and ate his fill. He saved the apple for later, however.
After breaking the fast, he ran again. This time, he held a black slate stone in his hand and a small bundle of chalks. When he reached another large opening, he saw that the teacher had already started the class, using a large chalkboard to teach letters and numbers.
Gendry found himself a seat and studied. Not many of his friends did that, but he wanted to. He at least wanted to learn numbers. But in doing so, he also liked learning to read and write. The teacher was really patient, and that helped. Once again, the teacher wore the mark of Seven's Angel.
That class lasted three hours. After that, he was free to do whatever he wanted. But instead of begging or passing the time, he ran into an old building, where he found many more children of his age, or even younger.
"Gendry, you'll take the Street of Steel today."
Gendry nodded strongly and ran out right away.
He had a job, after all.
A very important job. One necessary to make sure he received tasty meals every morning and evening, and got to learn. A job that served the Seven's Angel himself.
While he didn't like what his designation was, he didn't mind it either.
Being a Little Bird wasn't that bad.
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Plap! Plap! Plap!
It was the third day, and by now Bronn had fucked and spilled in Septa Unella at least a dozen times. And now, he had her in the bedchamber, on her hands and knees, naked as the day she was born, and his cock?
"Mmmmmmmmmh!" Unella groaned, a worshipful hymn, as if each thrust was a prayer.
Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the sheets, her face contorted in a mix of surrender and raw sensation.
Bronn's girthy length stretched her anal hole, a forbidden temple now breached, the ultimate proof of her submission to the Seven. Each slow, deliberate slide of his cock into her tight, unyielding cave sent shivers through her.
"Yes, yes, that's it… Loosen it!" Bronn growled with lust, urging her to yield completely to the "sacred act."
His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her moldable flesh, guiding her back onto him.
Bronn reveled in the sight. Her cunt already leaking his spunk, slick trails glistening on her thighs, and now her ass, ripe, wide, and perfectly round, surrendered to him. It was perfection, a plump altar crafted for unholy things, now his to claim. His perfect septa, molded by his hands.
"Ungh! There… we go!" he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he felt the tight heat of her ass clench around him.
His cream surged, unstoppable, and he pumped hard, his cock pulsing with each thick spurt of his seed deep inside her puckering star.
With a final grunt, he pulled out quickly, his breath ragged as he watched her stretched hole throb, slowly contracting, a slow trickle of his batter leaking from her defiled backdoor, glistening against her flushed, trembling skin.
Unella collapsed flat onto the bed, her body spent, her chest heaving as she lay prone, her once-pristine body now marked by the filth of their ritual.
"Ummh~" Her moans lingered in the air, a soft echo.
Her mind and body utterly surrendered to the Seven's Angel.
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By the seventh day, all shame was lost.
"Lord Septon, what ingredient is this?" Malora asked, standing by a tall book-stand in the underground potions rooms. She was naked, her soft and plump body shimmering with sweat, a white trail of virile batter dripped from her cunt and slid down her cushiony legs.
"Uh-uh-uh~"
And now, it was Septa Unella's turn as he fucked her from behind, all of them naked. He held her arms behind her while letting her lean forward. Her tits dangled, jiggled, as did her ass when he pumped each thrust with loud claps.
The chamber was thick with the scent of sex and incense.
"That? That's… used to soften the effect, or else… one could… die-eh!" Bronn muttered, breath strained as he drove his cock into Unella's sore cunt, each thrust a claim on her body, his words punctuated by the relentless plap of flesh.
Malora nodded absently, her eyes returning to the ancient tome, unfazed by the depraved scene unfolding beside her, as if the act were as mundane as her reading.
Bronn yanked Unella upright, pressing her sweat-slicked back against his broad chest, her skin hot under his palms. His hands clawed at her heavy tits, fingers sinking into their soft, cherry-tipped mounds, squeezing with greedy hunger as his cock battered her pussy from behind.
Seven days of relentless fucking, nearly fifty times he'd claimed her. He molded her into his perfect septa, and now he reveled in ravaging both his devoted women together, their bodies a dual altar to sinful lust.
"Nghhh! Hnnh!"
Unella grunted mindlessly with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Her cunt throbbed around him, her body convulsing violently. Her climax tore through her, a shuddering wave of helpless surrender. Her walls clenching his shaft as her juices gushed, soaking his cock and dripping down her trembling thighs.
"Tongue," he commanded.
Unella obeyed instantly, her tongue rolling out, pink and glistening, a silent offering to her Lord Septon. Her eyes were glazed, lost in the haze of ecstasy.
Bronn smirked, shoving two calloused fingers into her open mouth. She sucked them eagerly, her lips wrapping around them, her tongue swirling as if worshiping a sacred relic, her moans muffled but fervent.
Teetering on the edge, Bronn abruptly pulled his cock out, his shaft slick with her warm juices. He pushed Unella down to her knees, her face level with his throbbing, veiny cock.
"Here, savor the nectar… hmmmh!"
He didn't need to urge her. She opened her mouth wide, her lips trembling as she took his swollen cockhead inside. Too exhausted to bob her head, she let him take control.
Bronn stroked himself hard, his hand a blur, and then he erupted, gushing white hot loads into her throat. Rope after rope of his creamy froth filled her mouth, the hot, salty batter coating her tongue and spilling down her throat. It wasn't their first time in these seven days, but the act felt no less profane, no less divine.
Gluk! Gulp! Gulp!
Unella gulped it all down, her throat working in desperate, greedy swallows. Her lips smacked messily over his swollen flesh, strings of his cum clinging to her chin, dribbling onto her heaving breasts.
Her sweat-streaked face glowed with depraved lust, a Septa defiled in sin. The sight was visceral, ungodly, her devotion a filthy hymn.
"May… the Seven." He watched her clean his shaft with dripping, wet licks. "Conclude this ritual… Oh, Maiden… let our bond be eternal."
Pop!
Septa Unella finally stopped sucking as he turned fully flaccid, and there was no spill left to clean.
"Here."
He pulled her to her feet and aided her. She could barely stand.
"Let me see you to your chamber, Unella. May the Seven forgive me if I bring too much warmth." He said and glanced at Malora. "Malora, join us when you're done."
And yes, he no longer slept alone. But rather with both of them.
Maiden's cunt! I bloody love being a Septon.
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Red Keep,
"Ummhmm…"
"It's the Seven's curse."
Bronn muttered as he stood right beside the Queen's bed, beside her pillow.
"Mmmmh~"
Cersei was as bare as he, her milk-filled tits emptied, her cunt dripping copious amounts of white stuff, her belly rising and falling in pants. All the while, she had scooted closer to the edge, her face turned sideways so she could suck his half-deflated, filth-coated cock.
"Ser Jaime will have to repent. For three years at least, he must not lie with a woman. Or else, his impotence will become permanent," he said, drinking wine from a cup while enjoying the Queen's tight lips.
Slowly, Cersei finished cleaning him up. And since he became fully flaccid, he just pulled out.
"But Lord Septon—"
"It's the will of the Gods, my Queen," Bronn said as he pulled on his robes, calm as a still pond. "You too. Keep yourself from lying with another man. A husband's hard to fend off, I know, but do what you can to keep him out of your… loins. Else the Seven may show a temper we'd both rather not see."
"Lord Septon!" Cersei jumped from the bed, stunningly nude, tits heavy. She hugged his arm tightly. "Please, I can't… I… I need it to stay sane."
Bronn sighed and looked at her face. While he felt disgusted by her relationship with Jaime, he really didn't care. She was known realm-wide to be among the most beautiful. Getting to have her in ways he already had was enough.
"Very well. Six months without a man in your bed. Do that, and I'll see you housed in one of my Houses of the Seven's Blessings. A moon there with me, and I'll see if the Seven might forget their wrath."
"Oh!"
Cersei cried in delight and hugged him flat at the front, her feather-like soft tits smushed into his chest.
Bronn's hands reached down and gripped her ass, round and just made to be filled again and again.
Seven Cunts! I'll miss her tits and ass and…
He moved from her embrace and held her chin.
…and this face.
He didn't bother to kiss, though. The corner of her lips was smeared in his spill.
"May the Seven's light guide you!"
With that, he made himself proper and left the Red Keep. His time in King's Landing had come to an end. The free kitchens and schools would continue to run in his absence.
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Highgarden, the Reach,
"Quick, quick! Clean that corner!"
Bronn the Blessed, now Seven's Angel, wasn't just known in King's Landing. His fame had spread beyond, throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and even beyond the sea. Compared to the last time, Mace Tyrell felt far more nervous now. He was no longer just going to entertain a septon, but an angel of the Seven himself.
"Why haven't you changed the flowers?!"
Mace Tyrell was busy ordering the maids around.
From a distance, Olenna watched everything, while beside her stood Alerie Hightower, now a Tyrell. The woman was tall and beautiful with long silver hair. Her face, however, was like ice, rarely revealing expressions. Alerie was dutiful to a fault, and she loved her children so fiercely it'd put a lioness to shame.
And then there was her fat oaf of a son. Olenna had no doubt that if Mace didn't have Tyrell in his name and he wasn't the firstborn, he'd never have gotten a bride like Alerie, who was many years younger than Mace. Let alone getting to bed her and producing four grandchildren.
But that was Olenna's fault. She also loved her grandchildren to a fault. And for a while now, the crippled leg of Willas had soured her relationship with Mace, who forced Willas to take part in a tourney. Now, the fat oaf tried to mend everything with the help of a magical septon.
"Mother, do you believe this Lord Septon can heal my son?"
Olenna fondly smiled towards her son's wife, whom she considered her daughter at that point. "I cannot say, my dear. But I'll stay with you, see that he never makes fools of us. Still, I can't bring myself to blame Mace. If there's even a whisper of truth in that Septon's healing, as they say of the Seven's Angel, then no welcome could ever be grand enough."
"I wonder what he'll ask in return for healing Willas."
"Ask? What can he ask?" Olenna asked, amused.
"I received a raven from my sisters. He healed Malora and took her with him as a Septa. What if he seeks Willas as a Septon?"
Olenna snorted a short chuckle. "Please, my dear. Angel or not, he'll have no such thing. Still, if he truly heals my grandson, we'll see him rewarded. Gold, land, whatever his heart desires."
Alerie Hightower only nodded. After all, she'd learned something additional from the raven Lynesse had sent. The price to heal her son might just be very… personal.
But again, to heal her firstborn, was any price too much?
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Bitterbridge,
Bronn had received a grand farewell. The smallfolk, merchants, and minor nobles had followed his large wheelhouse all the way to the King's Gate. Thousands were crying the entire time, thousands threw petals in front of his carriage, thousands shouted his name, tens of thousands prayed to him.
Now, half the journey done on Roseroad, they crossed Castle Bitterbridge. The seat of House Caswell of the Reach.
BOOM!
And of course, the journey wasn't without troubles.
"What was that?" Malora exclaimed inside the large wheelhouse.
"Nothing." Bronn shrugged and grabbed Malora's head, guiding it back between his legs where his beautiful Unella was already hard at work, bobbing her head. They'd been at it for the past hour, and he really couldn't complain.
This is life.
"The Angelic Knights I recruited are enough to deal with whoever attacks us. I gave them a few wildfire explosives." Bronn explained and relaxed, legs spread, feeling Unella's warm lips wrap him whole.
Seven Hells… She'll suck my soul out.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
The entire wheelhouse reeked of sex. There was nothing else to do on the long, boring road, after all. He took turns with Malora and Unella, occasionally taught them a few things about faith, and then occasionally had them suck him.
Boom!
Outside, rare explosions rang. He already expected someone to attack him, so he was overprepared this time. The ten knights he had initiated in his newly formed Angelic Knights weren't nobodies.
"Ummppph~"
He watched Unella choke herself without him even touching her. Meanwhile, Malora licked his balls.
Hmm… The cult will keep growing as long as I keep feeding it. But what I need is loyal followers. Blind servants like these two.
He pondered, listening to the two women choke and splutter, and the men outside battle.
Don't folk across the Narrow Sea kneel to all manner of strange gods? Might be worth a look once I'm done with the Tyrell lot.
Gluk–ughk!
And once again, he spilled.
Can't I make fire? Those red witches are dementedly loyal to flame, aren't they?
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