Lynesse wiped at her tears. "I… Father made me. He wished to marry me off, and he showed me suitors in Oldtown. They were all old, and fat, and wealthy, and so dull. Ser Jorah was the kindest of them. I only hoped for comfort and love, Lord Septon. I did not wish to offend the Seven."
Ah, so it's Leyton's mess.
Bronn scoffed and sat back, knees wide to give her space. "The Bear Islands will grant you neither comfort nor peace. By the Seven, it is a cold northern pit with little to fill the days. Forget silks and jewels. House Mormont struggles to feed its own. If House Hightower is a Golden Dragon, House Mormont is half-penny."
Lynesse frowned, as if hearing that for the first time.
"W-What do I do, Lord Septon?"
"Hmmm…" Bronn softly landed a hand on her head and guided her face to his fat cock. She began licking him all over without a word, having done so often before.
"To scour that sin clean, we shall need a ritual. I grant you a year. Turn House Mormont toward the Seven's light. Until then, no embraces, no shared bed. If they bend their knee to the Seven, you will come to my Sept and consummate your union there, under my watch."
"Ummmmmh… Yes-shhhh…"
Bronn's patience snapped. Both hands clamped the sides of her head, fingers digging into soft gold, and he dragged her down hard. The fat crown punched past her lips, stretched her jaw cruelly, and speared straight into the clutch of her throat. No mercy, just brutal, relentless thrusts that turned her mouth into a slick, choking sheath. This was punishment, yes, but one she arched into.
"And until you exchange vows tomorrow, I shall feed Maiden's blessing into your body through every entrance. All the way from now until you take him as your man." Bronn declared, relishing the tight throat of Lynesse.
"Mmmmh… Yes-hhh!"
He allowed her to speak only a word and rammed his cock in again.
Bronn honestly didn't have any means to stop her. But if she was going to wed, he was going to make sure the only cock to breed her womb would be his. Besides, he doubted she'd be able to turn the entire House Mormont towards the Faith.
Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!
The room echoed with wet, obscene sounds as he fucked her face, a gorgeous lady turned into a lowborn septon's cocksleeve. His hips snapped forward, balls slapping her chin with every brutal thrust, cock dragging out only to slam back in deeper.
Spit spilled in thick ropes from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping onto her heaving breasts. Her throat bulged each time he buried himself, the outline of his shaft visible on her delicate flesh.
"Grrlk—! Mmmhlk—! Hnnngh—!"
Lynesse's moans came out broken and wet, muffled around the pistoning girth. Her hands clutched his thighs for balance, but she never pulled away. Tears pooled in her eyes, yet her tongue still fluttered desperately, trying to please, trying to earn forgiveness even as he choked her with cock.
Bronn growled, pumping harder, faster. "Take this… cleansing… Seven's punishment! How dare you?!"
He drove in deep, holding her face flush to his groin, cock throbbing down her throat until her eyes rolled white and her body jerked in helpless, choking spasms. Tears poured freely now, smudging what was left of her noble perfection, and still she swallowed around him, throat working frantically to take what he gave.
"Drink the nectar!" Bronn roared, spine bowing as wicked pleasure tore through him.
Thick ropes of hot seed erupted straight into her belly, pulse after pulse flooding her throat.
"Glrk! Cough cough!" Lynesse gagged violently, body heaving, but she fought to swallow every spurt, throat bobbing, lips sealed tight around him even as froth bubbled at the corners of her mouth.
Bronn's fingers twisted hard into the root of her braid, yanking her head back and forth along his spurting cock, milking himself dry with her throat. White foam coated her lips, dripped in sticky strands onto her breasts, painting the proud Hightower girl white. Only when the last shudder left him did he wrench free.
He rose to his feet, dragging her up by that same braid until she stumbled, legs shaky, chin slick and shining.
Bronn's eyes blazed. "On the bed!"
"Two more entrances to go," Bronn snarled. He shoved her back onto the bed and climbed after, knees forcing her thighs apart until her joints burned. His rough hands caught her ankles and dragged them up, up, folding her in half until her ass lifted clean off the bed. She was bent like a folded paper, spine curved, cunt tilted high and open for whatever he chose to give.
He dropped his weight, chest smushing her soft breasts between her own knees, the heat of his bigger body pinning her down. Her legs trembled against his shoulders, ankles hooked over them, toes curling in the air. Bronn loomed above like she was a sacrifice, his shadow swallowing her whole.
Below him, Lynesse's lips were swollen and shining from the face-fucking, spit and cream still glazing her chin. Yet when their eyes met, she smiled, dazed, almost drunken, and let out a low, nasally moan that went straight to his cock.
"Chant continuously, 'Forgive me, Maiden!' and don't stop," he ordered.
The fat head of his cock nudged her pink petals, slick with her arousal, and he drove forward in one merciless thrust. That velvet furnace swallowed him whole, tighter than sin, hotter than hellfire. Gods, the grip of her, even after he'd ruined her maidenhead years ago, she still clenched like she'd never been touched.
Her walls fluttered, dragging at every veined inch, milking him with greedy pulses that made his vision narrow. Her thighs burned warm against his shoulders, soft skin sliding with every rock of his hips, and the way her folded body took his weight made his blood roar.
The Hightowers were his to toy with. All of them. And this one, this golden girl who was supposed to wear a septa's robe for him alone, would never truly belong to any other man.
"F-F-Forgive me, Maiden-nnnnnngh!" The words broke from her throat in a shattered cry as he bottomed out, cockhead kissing the mouth of her womb. Again, louder, higher, each word punched out of her by the next brutal thrust. "Forgive me, Maiden—ahh! Forgive meh—!"
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
He set a punishing rhythm from the very first plunge. No mercy, just savage, pile-driving slams that rocked the bed against the wall. Each downward plunge buried him to the base, balls slapping against her ass. Frothy, clear bubbles churning around his shaft and splattering her thighs. He hammered her cervix without mercy, grinding deep on every thrust until her voice cracked into desperate sobs.
"Chant it again," he growled against her ear, teeth scraping the lobe. "Punish me, Lord Septon! Say it loud, girl—let the Gods hear!"
"Punish meh… Lord Septon!" she wailed instantly, the words tumbling over themselves as her body jolted under him. "Punish me… Punish me—punish me! Lord Septon—ahhn! Punish me—!"
Her chant shattered into frantic, breathless sobs, each word punched out of her by the merciless slam of his hips. Her hair whipped left and right as her head thrashed on the pillow, sweat-damp strands clinging to flushed cheeks.
She stared up through tear-blurred eyes and found Bronn's face hovering above her. House Hightower worshipped Bronn the Blessed, and right now his cock was the only god she needed. Yet tonight the blessing burned. There was no gentle warmth, only a savage, coiling fire low in her belly that grew hotter with every punishing stroke.
"Punish me, Lord Septon—ooooooh!" The plea cracked into a scream as the fire snapped loose.
Her entire body seized, back bowing as much as the cruel fold allowed. A hot, violent gush erupted around his pistoning cock. Once, twice, a third thunderous jet that sprayed out in clear, scalding arcs, drenching his belly, splattering the sheets, running in rivers down her own ass.
She shrieked and sobbed at once, a raw, broken sound of pure overwhelmed rapture, her cunt spasming so hard it tried to push him out even as it dragged him deeper. The fountain kept coming, shameful and unstoppable, soaking them both in her clear nectar.
"Chant! 'Fill me!' and don't stop!" Bronn roared, teeth bared.
"Fill me! Fill me! Fill me—-eeeeeeeeeeh! Please!" Her words tumbled over themselves, delirious, mindless, as another squirt pulsed out around his shaft.
Lynesse managed to lift her head just enough to glimpse the ruin between her legs. His thick cock pistoning in and out of her red, swollen folds, dragging her pink petals with every pull, froth and watery honey coating everything in a glistening mess. Her pussy lips clung obscenely, stretched thin and trembling, utterly ruined and still sinfully greedy for more.
"Fill me! Oooooh!"
"Aye—take it!" Bronn slammed down one final time, crushing her shorter body under him, folding her so completely her knees nearly touched her shoulders.
His cock punched past every barrier, kissing places no man had ever reached, and erupted. Thick, scorching ropes blasted straight into her womb. Heavy pulses that flooded her so full the excess instantly oozed back out around his buried shaft in creamy, lewd spurts. The scent was thick, mingling with the sharp tang of her squirt still dripping from the sheets. It leaked in slow, filthy streams down her ass-crack, pooling beneath her, marking the bed as thoroughly claimed.
He looked down at her scrunched, bliss-drunk face, eyes rolled half back, mouth open on a silent scream.
"Can you feel it, Lynesse?"
"Yes… so warm, so much… ummmmh!" she slurred, body twitching with aftershocks.
Bronn's smirk was ungodly. He released her legs at last, letting them flop bonelessly to the mattress, but gave her no rest.
He dipped his head and latched onto one soft breast, sucking hard, teeth sinking into the soft swell. He left dark, blooming bruises across both pale mounds, marks she would have to hide behind high collars for weeks.
"Turn around."
One rough hand between her shoulder blades flipped her like a rag doll. She landed face-down with a muffled gasp, and he shoved a thick pillow beneath her hips, lifting her ass high.
His still-hard, slick cock, slapped heavily against her puckered entrance, leaving wet streaks across the tight ring.
"Now for this one."
"Ummmmh… Yes." Lynesse crushed her face into the sheets and clenched a fistful, knuckles turning white. "B-Bless me… forgive me… Mmmh…"
Music to my ears.
Bronn smirked and drove in.
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Malora stood guard outside, ensuring nobody disturbed Lord Septon. She was personally furious with Lynesse. How dare she refuse the blessing her beloved Lord Septon was offering? Becoming his septa was the world's greatest treasure, and she was refusing?
She needs to be punished. Thoroughly. Heh, I'm sure Lord Septon is doing that.
"Em… My lady?"
Malora looked up and frowned. She looked left and right, furious at the Angelic Knights for allowing this man to enter the mansion. "Yes, Ser Jorah?"
"May I see Lynesse? I have a matter to discuss with her."
Malora sighed, not frowning, but still angry. She really didn't want to disturb her beloved Lord Septon. She also wanted Lynesse to receive her full punishment.
"Lynesse is…"
Creak!
Right then, the door opened from inside. Malora turned to look and found Lynesse standing there, face blushing, but she looked well otherwise. Not a single wrinkle on her gown. As expected, her beloved Lord Septon had foreseen this.
"Ah, Ser Jorah!" Lynesse exclaimed and tried to approach the knight. But she stumbled.
"My lady!" Ser Jorah caught her quickly.
Malora smirked from the corner of her lip. Her eyes went down to Lynesse's hips before anything. She could imagine the beautiful sight underneath that gown, between those legs.
"Are you unwell, my lady?" Ser Jorah asked.
Lynesse shook her head frantically. "No, I was… praying on my knees and… my legs became numb."
"Hold my hand, my lady."
Malora just watched the knight lead his betrothed away. It enraged her, however. The old god worshiper was taking away the one who should have been a septa. And in that anger, she walked into that bedchamber, locking the door behind her.
"Lord Septon, what is to—"
She gulped in delight. She felt her mouth water. Right there on the bed's edge sat her beloved Lord Septon, naked, his fat cock dangling, still coated in the maiden's nectar.
"Malora, clean this."
"Mmmmh! With love, Lord Septon!"
No words needed, Malora got down and crawled like a cat, swaying her wide birthing hips. In no time, she had her entire face pressed against the musky cock, her tongue lapping every inch. Oh, she was obsessed.
And to Bronn, Gods, she was perfect.
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The next day,
What a joke it was that Bronn was made to preside over Lynesse and Ser Jorah's wedding. What a delight it was as he stood at the end of the sept and watched Lynesse walk in holding her father's hand.
She was limping; of course she was. Just moments ago, he was inside her. Right in that wedding gown, he'd unloaded his 'blessing' in her cunt and ass, and finished with a fat load in her mouth. He'd barred her from drinking water or wine after that, so she may taste the 'blessing' the whole day.
She'd smiled and agreed to do it.
Now, he watched her arrive and stand before Ser Jorah to take the vows. Once she stood in place, Lord Hightower took off the cloak with Hightower colors. He ordered, and Ser Jorah placed a cloak of his house colors on Lynesse's shoulder then.
After that came the boring exchange of vows. He could see Lynesse alternating between her legs, never putting weight on both. He'd gone a bit too deep in her, it seemed. He almost pitied Ser Jorah because the man was never going to even get to see her naked. Lynesse was a fanatical believer, and his word was the word of the Seven.
"One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."
For a year, I suppose.
Bronn finished reading the last part and waited for the newlyweds to move away. But to his disgust, Ser Jorah stepped closer and pecked Lynesse's lips.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love."
"..."
Bronn expected that there was going to be at least one kiss. He'd avoided it during the ceremony, and for good reason. Her mouth wasn't really ready for a kiss at the moment.
Seven whores and their fat tits! Fucker kissed her! Ugh…
Bronn just shook his head and walked away, needing a cup of wine. Going forward, the only way Ser Jorah was going to receive any intimacy from Lynesse was if he forced himself. Of course, if he dared to do that, it'd be the end of House Mormont.
For once, he'd even considered killing Ser Jorah. He could, without leaving any trace. But with the memory of Pyke's massacre still fresh, he didn't take the risk. Taking this path would ensure Lynesse would end up in his arms eventually, fresh and untouched as ever.
A wedding feast came next, all paid for by Lord Hightower, of course. Ser Jorah had the tourney winnings, but they wouldn't last him long when Lynesse would start demanding the luxurious life she was used to in Oldtown.
Unbothered by Jorah's fate, Bronn walked over to a large table where the King and many high nobles sat. Even Lord Hightower joined them after raising a toast to his daughter's wedding. The table was guarded by the Kingsguards and Angelic Knights, so nobody could eavesdrop.
As usual, Bronn took the large chair beside the King, equal in size. Somehow, he was given more importance than the High Septon at that point.
"So, what did you want to discuss, Lord Septon? Another Sept? I'd love to have it in the Riverlands," Lord Hoster Tully suggested.
Greedy old fuck.
Bronn shook his head. "No, nothing of that sort. I have had this in mind for years, a calling laid upon me by the Seven. Too many who came before me forgot such duty, Seven keep them. My blessings would rot if I let them sit idle.
"My Lords, Your Grace, I shall ride for Essos with my host of Angelic Knights, and we will carry the Faith of the Seven across the sea. My pious knights will be my shield and blade, and my light shall guide us. The Sea Lord of Braavos has offered ships and lodging to begin my journey."
Silence fell over the long table.
This was a holy war. No other word could describe it better. They all could feel it; the notion was the same. After all, why else would he need knights to go with him?
"I'll give you some of my men," Lord Hightower declared. "For such a holy cause, I must."
"And so shall I! Men, coin, and food for the men," Mace Tyrell added, jumping in his seat with excitement.
"Seven, I will go with you!" Robert nearly roared, his fist clenched tight. "Smash my hammers on their heathen heads! Gods, give me strength. Lord Septon, the crown will support you."
This is… better than I was hoping for. Seven, I really am blessed.
Bronn stood up to continue speaking. "From the Flatlands to the Dothraki Sea. From Slaver's Bay to Asshai, all of the world shall agree—the Faith of the Seven is the only path to heaven."
Thump!
Thump!
Robert, Lord Mace, and Lord Hightower patted the table to show approval.
"I shall send men, too," Lord Hoster added.
"So will Stromlands," Stannis said.
Even Lord Tywin voiced, "House Lannister offers men and coin."
"House Redwyn stands with you." Lord Redwyn rose, eyes bright with conviction. "My fleet will carry your men and supplies wherever this cause leads. And Lord Septon, to you personally, I offer my flagship, Arbor Queen, to serve this holy war."
"..."
Seven holy cunts! This keeps getting sweeter!
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