Elia gulped, excited, ashamed. She looked down at the luxurious red carpet, which looked clean, but how many walked on it? She was a Princess of Dorne, mother of the future King. Yet, this was the Lord Septon's command, one she was most eager to obey.
"Understood, Lord Septon."
Elia lowered herself to the floor, stretching out flat on her back on the carpet, and watched him undress with reverent eyes. The Lord Septon undressed fully, shrugging off his heavy robes, unfastening his trousers, and there it stood. His hard, fat cock, jutting upward eagerly, ready to deliver the blessing that had reshaped her life years ago.
But instead of mounting her, the Lord Septon seized her slender ankles in his rough grip and pushed her legs up, bending her body with force. He sat down himself, kneeling on the carpet, then inched forward until her hips lifted clear off the floor, cradled and raised by the firm support of his kneeling thighs.
His hands held her legs high and spread them wider, pulling until her knees bent toward her chest and her steaming, moist pussy hovered just an inch from his hungry face, her plush ass squished warmly against his chest.
From that bent position, she could see it all.
The unholy display of her own petals glistening, gaping, and offered up. Her most sinful flesh framed perfectly for his holy inspection.
"Has this chamber of the Maiden's blessing been tainted in my absence?"
Elia gulped, horrified by the sheer thought of it. "No! No, Lord Septon. I am as pure as you left me."
She saw a smile on his face and then…
"Aaaaaaah!"
The most wondrous sensation flooded her, a wave of bliss that drowned out the sharp ache from her back on the floor. His mouth came down with no mercy, sealing over her dripping cunt in a single plunge.
Bronn's tongue plunged into her, a wet lash that splayed her lower lips wide and dragged upward in one long stroke. He buried his face between her thighs, nose grinding against her clit while his lips sealed around her gates, sucking greedily at the slick nectar. His spit and her own honey smeared across his chin, tongue spearing deep, curling and twisting inside her heat. He hummed low, the vibration rumbling through her core, while his stubble scraped the skin of her inner thighs.
It was filthy, a deliberate humiliation from him, her royal cunt offered up on the dirty floor like a common wench's, legs folded back until her knees nearly kissed her shoulders.
Yet the shame only thrilled her; she was no princess here, only a trembling vessel for the Angel's blessing, her nobility melting into grateful surrender.
Her pussy throbbed wildly, sending her soaring on cloud nine as his tongue explored every nook and cranny, flicking her swollen, teasing it in quick, merciless circles that made her hips jerk helplessly against his hold.
Bronn wanted to play with her. He wanted to see shame on her face, hence he chose to take her on the floor like a no-name whore. Yet, all he heard from her was willingness, submission, and desire.
"Mm…" Bronn looked up from her glistening cunt, at her face. "Just as sweet as I remember, my Princess."
He deliberately called her princess as many times as he could to remind her of her own status.
"Yes! Yes… Oooooh!" Still, Elia Martell moaned, needy and accepting all the degradations Lord Septon threw at her. Her mind and body had all surrendered to the Faith and Lord Septon.
Bronn sighed and returned to eating her pussy, reveling in the taste of his first true conquest, now fully back at his mercy and craving his touch. He lapped and sucked, tongue plunging deep and swirling against her clenching walls until her breath came in ragged gasps and her thighs quivered uncontrollably, teetering right on the edge.
Finally, Bronn shifted, getting up again while keeping her legs held by the ankles.
Since Elia had such gorgeous, toned long legs, he decided to bend her in ways that would leave her muscles burning and aching for weeks.
Wanting to fuck her as deep as he could, Bronn crouched lower, knees bending as he forced her long legs even further upward, folding her body mercilessly until her lush ass rose high above the carpet.
Elia's dripping royal pussy tilted straight toward the ceiling like an offering. Her slender back arched painfully, while her stunning dusky face scrunched in exquisite strain. Her eyes glistened with watery need, full lips parted in a delirious, smiling surrender.
He took care not to push too far, never forcing those elegant legs so high that her heels touched the carpet above her head; he wanted her aching and marked for days, not broken. Not yet.
"Put it in, Princess."
With both hands occupied holding her folded and exposed, he ordered her with a filthy, commanding glare that allowed no hesitation.
"Mmmm… As you wish, Lord Septon." Elia breathed the words through a steamy, worshipful smile.
Her arms straining as she reached up between her thighs, fingers trembling with effort until they wrapped around his throbbing shaft. She guided the swollen, leaking cockhead to her entrance, nestling it against her slick, swollen folds.
"Oh! Seven heavens!" Bronn groaned as he sank the first inch into her clutching heat. "Just as tight as I remember. The Seven… rejoice!"
He stared down at her face, gorgeously framed by the spill of dark hair across the carpet like a fallen queen's crown. In his mind, he placed a real one there; Princess of Dorne, rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms if fate hadn't twisted against her husband and the Mad King. The thought sent fire through his veins. Someone's loss was his gain.
A tight, royal… uh cunt!
And here she lay, folded beneath him like a common cocksleeve on the dirty floor, taking his cock with shameless, eager devotion. The power of it rushed to his head, and with a savage grunt, he drove downward, burying every last inch of his shaft in one merciless thrust.
"Gaaaaaah… Oh! Yes, Maiden… Mmmmm… I… accept this aching… blessing!" She moaned melodiously.
Elia felt her back scream in protest under his weight, the tall, heavy frame pinning her slender form like a conqueror's prize. Though healthier now than in her frail past, she remained slender, and the years without a man's touch had restored a virgin's tightness. Her inner walls burned, stretching taut around his flesh pole.
She stared at his cock, at the obscene sight of his thick cock splitting her pale-brown pussy lips wide, forcing them to bloom around his girth. Each slow pull dragged her slick petals out, clinging desperately, revealing wet, pink walls that clenched greedily before he slammed home again. Oh, so beautifully, he was ruining her.
Plap!
"Ah!'
Then she watched him pound down into her, quickly building into a relentless rhythm that shook her entire body. She gazed up at the man dominating her completely, the Angel who had bred her, gifting her the cherished son she adored. She desired more, but fate wouldn't allow.
"Mmmmmh… Yes, oh, Lord Septon… Oooooh… mmm! Thank… Seven!"
Tears of rapture carved streaks across her cheeks, running sideways into her hair as she watched her plush ass ripple with every downward crash, her magnificent breasts jolting wildly. Each drilling thrust shifted her insides, cockhead battering deep against her womb, rearranging her with force.
Suddenly, utter pleasure tore through her body, shattering her into pieces of pure, blinding bliss.
A watery flood erupted in forceful jets, splashing messily down the curve of her folded belly, and running in sticky rivulets down her raised asscheeks. The release was endless, waves of scalding pleasure that left her sobbing in gratitude, her dusky skin shimmering with her own slick essence, the carpet darkening beneath them as she squirted, utterly undone by the Angel's relentless blessing.
She came hard yet again, body still quivering, and another climax already coiled tight in her core, ready to snap.
But the Lord Septon was close too.
She felt it in the frantic twitch of his cock deep inside, the swelling girth stretching her even wider as his thrusts turned harder, faster, more desperate. Oh, she craved it, needed that sacred flood to soothe and fill her womb once again.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Bronn hammered downward brutally, each thrust a savage pile-drive that punched his thick cock straight into her upturned cunt like a battering ram. His hips crashed against her raised ass with wet, stinging force, balls slapping heavily against her tailbone, churning her slick into frothy cream that bubbled and splattered with every pull. He drilled her with no mercy, folding her deeper, using her slender body as nothing more than a tight, royal sheath for his pleasure.
No conquest ever tasted sweeter, especially the ones whose wombs he had personally blessed. Their submission was absolute, intoxicating. He could degrade them, fold them, ruin them in ways no common whore would endure, and still they thanked him with tears of worship, begging for more blessings.
Plap! Sclk! Plap! Slosh!
Bronn felt the edge rushing up his cock fast, but he let her shatter once more. Her pussy clamped wildly around his cock, another messy flood soaking them both. He felt it was too easy for her, so no, he won't spill inside that royal cunt this time. He wanted her to work for it, humbled, painted like a devoted harlot.
He wanted to paint her dusky, sweat-soaked face.
"Hold your legs, hug them."
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