"That's it, lad. The Seven gave you limits for a reason. Test them only when you're sure of your footing."
Heir to Highgarden, Willas Tyrell swung his wooden sword as the Lord Septon guided him. He was surprised by how quickly the Septon guided him through it all.
Willas was sweating profusely, and both his legs were moving just as he willed. He was tired, panting, yet he was smiling, even laughing. The past two months had been nothing short of a miracle to the boy, and already, he knew, he was going to repay Lord Septon for this blessing someday.
"I can do it, Lord Septon. I feel no pain anymore."
He tried harder, moved better. He'd learned to wield a blade at a young age. While he'd stopped training after injuring his leg, his body still remembered all that footwork and swinging. He wanted to land at least one tap on the Lord Septon.
Yet, Lord Septon moved with precision, as if he weren't just blessed by the Maiden and Mother, but also the Warrior. It only made Willas feel more awe, however. It felt like the Seven had themselves deemed him worthy of their healing. He felt like he had a grander role to play now in the larger scheme of things.
The past two years he'd spent only reading books were going to help. All the knowledge he'd gained, he knew it would aid him in preparing to become the future lord of Highgarden.
"That's enough for today, lad."
Finally, Willas let out an exhausted pant and lowered the wooden sword. He used the sword for support to catch his breath and looked around. Not far away, he saw his father's beaming smile, clapping. His mother, too, had tears in her eyes as she always did when seeing him walk. His siblings were either happy or too small to understand.
And his grandma, well, it was hard to know what she was thinking. Even behind that faint smile, there could be too many thoughts. And seeing how her gaze was locked on the Lord Septon, he reckoned her mind was busy thinking of how to reward Lord Septon.
Gold? Ah, no, he has more than enough. Land? Oh, he did tell me he wants to build a castle Sept. Maybe that?
Willas wondered what could make Lord Septon happy. At the same time, he received a cloth to wipe his face from the maids.
Soon, he found Lord Septon's hand on his shoulder. He felt so blessed and warm by that already. Then he followed the angelic man out of the training fields, back into the castle, where his family sat to watch.
"I shall leave in a fortnight. Young Willas will be fully healed by then. He'll sit on a horse again in a few days. Feed him as I told you, else the Seven may bless him with bones soft as pudding."
"You'll be leaving?" Willas asked with a frown. "But…"
"I'm a wandering Septon, Willas. The Seven set me walking, and I serve where their light falls. Any soul that calls for aid, I give it. Seven keep me honest."
He's so… kind!
"I… Understand. But you'll visit again?"
"Most certainly I will. The Reach's weather could make a sinner forget his sins. Warm to the flesh, calm to the mind, and gentle enough for a pious heart."
"Lord Septon," Olenna spoke right then. "I have something to discuss with you."
"Then I will await you in the beautiful solar you have given me to use."
Oh, Grandmother is wise. She'll offer him rewards, I know.
After that, he watched as Lord Septon left.
"How do you feel?"
"Amazing, Grandmother! There's no pain at all. Even the itch is gone. I... I feel as though I was never hurt!" Willas said with delight. "Lord Septon is so amazing!"
"Indeed… he is truly remarkable… too remarkable."
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Bronn's solar,
It was the middle of the day when the knock came on the door. He coughed and invited whoever was outside. He was busy writing some ravens to a few trusted individuals. And also, a plan for something grand.
"Please, have a seat, Lady Olenna." He didn't stand up to greet her and just watched the older woman look around to ensure it was just them there. Then she approached the chair and sat down.
Looks troubled.
"House Tyrell is grateful for the miracle you have shown us, Lord Septon."
"It was my duty, my lady," Bronn said with a crooked smile. "The Seven set my path, and I walked it. Willas will grow up to be a fine, wise lord, I know. He's wiser than most twice his age."
Olenna smiled modestly, nodding with it all. "Yes, yes, I'm quite aware. He's always had that air about him, soft-spoken and full of borrowed wisdom. But I didn't come to weigh his destiny, Lord Septon. I came to speak of something far more… enlightening I've recently come to see."
Is it happening? Eh, I haven't been very subtle about it. Not in front of her.
"And what is this enlightenment?"
"Alerie is like my… daughter."
Bronn maintained the smirk, but he knew what was coming. After all, he felt one of the two mouths attending to his throbbing cock underneath the table freeze. Frozen, yet still his fat girth grotesquely settled between her stretched lips.
This will be interesting.
"Aye, my lady, I'm aware. By the Seven, Lady Alerie brings more warmth to these halls than the hearth itself," he replied and felt Alerie's mouth resume its movement. No hands, just her hot, tight suction. Malora was there as well, more focused on his balls or whatever she could lap.
So warm indeed… Ugh, I'm melting.
Bronn felt Alerie's mouth suckle his swollen flesh even harder, her tongue frantically stroking the bumps of his veins. Her insatiable mouth massaged him with greed, lips sliding up and down his shaft as far as she could.
She didn't make a sound, being very careful but deliberate, loving the thrill of the moment. Her tongue constantly slithered around his cock's rim, lathering his tip with her wet warmth.
"Come now, Lord Septon, there's no need for pretense. You've meddled with my daughter, and we both know it. I'm quite aware of your little sermons with Alerie these past two months."
Seven saggy tits! I'm close to bursting!
His cock throbbed in Alerie's mouth, pulsing with every pull of her lips.
Bronn could almost feel the small smile on the corner of Alerie's lips, as if she enjoyed what she was doing to him. The thought of how utterly willing she was now excited him even more.
Alerie carefully took his spit-coated cock out without a sound and rubbed it all over her pale face, smearing herself with his musky scent, as if marking herself. She almost didn't care who was sitting at the other side of the desk, as if declaring to Olenna who she belonged to now.
She sucked him while her own elder sister sat right beside her. Both their gowns pushed down to their slender waists, their large bosom spilling out nude, hers still leaking white nectar. She could hear Malora's small, wet slobberings close to her ear, like a sinful whisper urging her to do more.
"The sermons held weight, for they carried the breath of the Gods."
"Ah, so filling the lady of House Tyrell's womb was part of their noble will, then?"
Fucking Maiden's tight ass! Ugh… Alerie!
Alerie suckled his knob so hard he felt something being forced out of the tip of his cock. Then she started leaning into him even more, taking him in another inch until she felt him at the back of her gullet. She furiously bobbed her head back and forth, lips tightly sliding around his girth.
At the same time, there was Malora. Worshiping his balls, leaning further down to let her tongue lather around his twin sacks. Her face tilted up and suckled from below, taking in one after another into her mouth, kneading them with her boneless flesh. Twisting, turning, almost squeezing them in her mouth.
Bronn nodded, his eyes taking a glance below, and Gods, it was a sight to behold. Their pale tits jiggling, Alerie's ruined face covered in his precum and her own spit. Her silver hair a mess, some even sticking to his cock, which she didn't even remove, just kept sucking, bobbing her blessed face.
"The Seven are not dark spirits from across the sea, craving flesh and fire sacrifices. Still, the Seven ask for their due. Their mercy must be served with offering. For the grace I revealed, I bid Lady Alerie to place her youngest in the Faith's keeping. She refused me, guarding the child. So the Mother guided my hand another way. Lady Alerie's womb would bear the blessing itself. A son of silver hair, fierce heart, and cunning beyond measure."
Ummmh… Almost! Seven, she's hungrier than usual.
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