She heard Lord Septon's groan deepen when she leaned forward and started to suckle the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirling over the soaked head to taste herself, the salty tang of her own milk mingling with his musky essence. More nectar spilled from her nipples, drenching everything in a sticky, wet mess that was so utterly dirty to her. The obscene sloshes and slurps filled the chamber like a symphony.
Squelch! Squelch!
Bronn savored the worship laced with her maternal milk, the warm, slippery friction edging him closer to release with every thrust. But then he suddenly stopped, pulling free because there was no point in spilling now when her womb was waiting.
He stepped back from her godly valley, his cock glistening and throbbing, and strode over to the nearby table to grab a crystal vial filled with red liquid. Then, he moved to the large settee, lying down flat on the cushions, his head near the censer where the incense curled lazily into the air.
"My Lady, please wipe yourself clean and approach me. The ritual requires the warmth of this oil to satisfy the Maiden's demands," he said, fully reclined with his hardness jutting upward like an unholy scepter. "Use no hands. Let the gods witness your offering upon me."
He watched with smug satisfaction as Alerie grabbed her own gown, using the luxurious silk to wipe the milk and slick from her breasts and skin. After that, she rose and moved toward him. Realizing her smallcloth would obstruct the ritual, she hooked her fingers into them and slid them down her thick, smooth thighs.
Oh! I knew she'd be lovely!
Seeing her flush red, bald pussy exposed and vulnerable between those squishy thighs, made him throb harder as she straddled him. Her warm, slick folds rubbed along his thickness in a teasing glide.
"Like this, Lord Septon?" Alerie asked as she settled her weight atop him, her pussy lips parting slightly to hug his shaft.
Fuck… Asking like a fragile virgin… makes me want to break you.
Alerie tipped the vial of red oil, letting it spill over her full, heavy breasts. She leaned down, pressing her slick, oiled tits flat against Bronn's chest, her weight sinking into him, warm and heavy, a decadent crush that made his cock twitch with delight.
She slid her body against his, her breasts smearing the hot, fragrant oil across his skin, the friction felt scorching. Her hardened nipples dragged over his chest, leaving trails of oil and milk that mingled in a sticky, intoxicating mess.
"Gh..." Bronn groaned, his hands itching to grab her, but he let her work, savoring the way her weight pinned him.
"Mmm… The Maiden rejoices," he rasped with mock piety.
Alerie's oil-slick breasts slid lower, her body gliding down his frame. She poured more of the red oil over herself, letting it drip carelessly onto her skin, never once using her hands, just letting the liquid cascade over her curves. Her tits grazed his abdomen, then lower, enveloping his throbbing cock in their soft, warm valley. She moved with purpose, rubbing his cock between her breasts, then sliding lower to drag her oiled curves along each of his legs. The wet, slithering sounds of her body against his filled the air.
Slck! Squelch!
"That is enough, my Lady. Come now, lie beside me, your back against my chest." Bronn demanded as he turned sideways. His back pressed against its cushioned backrest.
The censer burned close by, its smoke curling around them, weaving a dreamy haze.
Alerie's eyes, glassy with lust, flickered to his, and he saw the surrender in them, the way her body obeyed before her mind could catch up. The air was thick with the scent of oil and smoke, and Bronn's lips curled into a smirk, knowing the haze only deepened her fall into his hands.
"I understand, Lord Septon." Alerie lowered herself sideways onto the settee without hesitation.
Bronn slid one arm under her armpit, his forearm cupping the soft underside of her breast as he propped her up, ensuring her elbow supported her weight so she could see everything below. His fingers grazed her skin slowly, teasing her senses. He wanted her to watch, to see every moment.
Her body trembled slightly, her loose braid spilling over her shoulder, strands clinging to her sweat-damp skin. The settee creaked under their combined weight.
His arm snaked further, sliding from her armpit down her side, under the heavy curve of her breast, and lower still, until his fingers reached the heat between her thighs.
Alerie's breath caught, a soft whimper escaping her lips as his touch grazed her soaked petals.
"Open, my Lady." His demand was clear and simple.
Without hesitation, Alerie parted her legs, hooking one over his folded knee for support, her body opening to him. She stared down, mesmerized as his thick cock pressed flat against her slick folds, not yet entering, just teasing her with its length. His other hand rose, cupping her breast, kneading the soft flesh with rough fingers, while his lips found her slender nape, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that turned into sharp, hungry bites on her back.
Her braid had come half undone, her hair a wild, sweaty mess, framing her flushed face as her dreamy eyes fluttered with pleasure. This was duty yet, she couldn't remember the last time she felt so excited for something this… physical.
"Guide the Seven's tool, O' Noble Dame,
Make this ritual whole, chanting lips their name.
Slow, feel the essence flow, this is your reward,
O' Noble Dame, this warmth, you are not ignored."
The words sank into Alerie's mind, stirring something deep. Once, she'd been proud to wed Mace Tyrell, handsome and tall, but now he was a husk of his former self, a withered fool who couldn't touch her soul like this. She let herself smile, her heart racing with an excitement she hadn't known in years.
"Ummmmh!~"
Alerie cooed, a soft, desperate sound, as her trembling hand reached down to grasp his girthy shaft, guiding it to her soaked pussy. She craved it now, her body aching for the stretch, the invasion.
His fingers teased her clit to want, circling with maddening precision, while his other hand molded her breast, squeezing until she craved for more. The censer's scent enveloped her, heightening every sensation, her skin prickling with goosebumps as she watched his cock sink into her, inch by agonizing inch.
Her lower lips stretched to take him, the sensation so arousingly satisfying it made her head spin. It was as if he'd found an itch she'd carried for years, a hunger never sated. His cock claimed depths she had almost forgotten. She'd only ever known one man in her bed, but this was a new, sinful awakening.
His fingers danced on her clit, his teeth grazed her neck, and the censer's scent drowned her in need, pulling her deeper into the haze of lust as she surrendered completely. She realized Malora was right. Her sister's words about submitting to the Lord Septon now blazed with clarity. This wasn't submission, it was liberation.
Plap!
Alerie's senses drowned in the overwhelming fullness. Her eyes rolled back, fluttering as his fingers pinched her nipple, the sharp pain blooming into pleasure. She was so close, teetering on the edge.
And then it broke.
A heavy, endless squirt gushed from her, soaking his thighs and the settee below in a shameful, glorious flood. The wet splatter echoed in the air, her body convulsing as she surrendered to the climax, her cunt clenching around him greedily. She felt undone, her noble restraint shattered by the raw release.
"Aaaaaaaah! Oh, oh Gods! I am… blessed!" Alerie wailed out in ecstasy.
Seven Cunts! Warm fucking cunt!
Bronn was shocked at how easily she came. He'd fucked plenty of women, highborn and low, and heard their complaints. Husbands who rutted, spilled, and rolled off, never caring for their pleasure. Alerie's husband, that oaf Mace, was clearly no different. He grinned, his cock throbbing inside her, knowing each shuddering squirt was another step toward owning her completely. It only made his job easier.
He reveled in her warmth, her tightness, the way her cunt gripped him like a fist despite the years and childbirths. He dotted her back with hickies, careful to avoid her neck, her secret shame safe from Mace's dull eyes. His lips pressed kisses to the salty sweat on her shoulders, savoring the taste, the slick heat of her skin under his mouth, her body yielding to his every touch.
"Ohh Ohh"
Her moans were a siren's song, each one fueling his hunger as he fucked her deeper, his hips grinding against her with possessive glee.
Squelch! Squelch!
Bronn fucked her in that sideways embrace, his cock plunging into her with a steady, brutal rhythm, each thrust drawing a moan that vibrated through her trembling body.
Alerie's strength waned, her elbow giving out as she collapsed fully onto the cushion. Her head rested flat, her breath ragged. Her submission was complete, her body limp and pliant, and Bronn's lips curled into a wicked smile at the sight.
Seizing the moment, Bronn's hand left her breast, sliding up to cup her face, turning her toward him. He kissed her soft, swollen lips. Gods, she was gorgeous, her face glowing with a post-climax sheen, her eyes dreamy and half-lidded. His tongue invaded her mouth, rough and greedy, tasting the sweetness of her surrender. He kissed her harder, his cock still buried deep, claiming her from both ends.
Finally, he stopped the kiss and gave her room to breathe.
"Thank the Gods, my Lady… Mmmh… I'm about to kiss your womb with their holy spill."
"Oh! Yes! Oh Mother! Oh Maiden above… Mmmm… Soothe my womb with your kiss! Oh!" Alerie cried, her words a fervent prayer to the Seven she now worshipped through her lust.
That was music to Bronn's ears, each word stoking his fire as he rammed harder, the settee shaking violently under their bodies. He stared into her dreamy eyes, her flushed face a portrait of lust, and for once, his intent was genuine, twisted gift.
"They are delighted! Mh! They are so, so delighted!" He declared, so close to spilling. "Aye, I shall… by their will, gift you a son, my beautiful Alerie. A son of silver hair like you, high as Duncan the Tall, charming as Rhaegar, skillful as Arthur Dayne, wise as Barth the Septon—Oh! Receive this gift!"
"Yes! Oh, thank the gods! Mmmmh!" Alerie gasped, her cunt tightening around his relentless cock. Her second climax crashed through her just as he spoke. Her slick walls spasmed, milking his cock.
Plap! Squelch! Plap!
The squelching sounds grew louder, her juices mingling with the oil and sweat, coating his shaft as he drilled in deeper, chasing his own release. Her body arched against him, her moans a desperate prayer, and Bronn felt the power of her need fueling his own.
He felt the edge approaching, his cock throbbing, and with one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep. His baby batter flooded her willing womb in thick, pulsing spurts, each one a violent claim, the wet heat sloshing inside her as her pussy clenched greedily.
"Father's ss-strength… Warrior's f-fire… Thank the Moh–tther! Thank the Maiden!" Alerie cried out as she writhed, a gratitude to the Seven for the sinful gift filling her.
"Ummmh…" Bronn hummed and pulled out of her, and felt his cum leak from her as some dripped to his thigh. Then he allowed Alerie to turn and face him.
"I am grateful…" Alerie mumbled, nearly a moan as she flattened herself on his chest, kissed his lips occasionally, smiling at last. "For all the gifts."
"Nothing but what you deserved, my Lady. By the will of the Seven," he replied, caressing her stunning face, warm and sweat slick. "We'll make the offering till the Gods take notice in the life they plant within you, by the swell of your womb."
In short, he just declared he was going to breed her for months.
"Mmmh… I understand, Lord Septon," she replied, "I offer this body to their will."
In short, he could fuck her whenever, wherever, however he wanted. And he really decided to take that offer.
"Lie flat and rest, my Lady. I shall resume the offering."
He shifted, rising to his knees, and Alerie obeyed at once, stretching out on her belly with a sigh.
Bronn swung a leg over her, straddling the plush backs of her thighs, his cock already iron-hard and glistening with their mingled mess. Gods, that ass, full and fluffy, wide and pale enough to bruise beneath his grip. He dug his fingers in and spread those lush cheeks apart and saw the delicate pink pucker winking above the ruined, creamy slit. His virile balm still oozed from her, coating swollen folds in a glistening shroud. His mouth watered at the filth.
With no pretty words, he lined up and drove home in one slick thrust.
Her cunt welcomed him with a wet, greedy squelch, walls fluttering around his length. For the coming months, this would be his nightly prayer, his home.
Could have her with Malora. Two sisters together. Ugh… Seven shits! I'm ready to explode just thinking.
He hummed as he sank all the way in and leaned forward.
"Pray, my lady. Thank the Seven."
"Oooooh! Maiden, take me! Oh…"
Music to my unholy ears.
That entire night, he had no plan to let her leave. He had drunk potions needed to spill in her until the sun came up.
He did just that.
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