Bronn frowned, instantly moving his plans to kill the boy closer than he'd planned.
He watched the naked woman come closer, set the tray on the table, and pour him a cup of wine. Then, she walked around to his side and leaned over, letting her tits dangle like hanging ripe fruit, her long golden hair sprinkling all around her face and shoulders.
He gave her an appreciative nod and took the cup. The woman was a whore from the pillow houses of Lys. He didn't mind the nudity or even the things they were about to do, if it came to that.
"You asked me about Lys, Lord Septon," Doreah purred, slipping back to the front of the table where the space opened up, letting Bronn drink in every curve of her body. "Lys the Lovely, they call her. And the bed slaves of Lys... we know how to fuck with true hunger."
As Doreah said that, she sultrily walked around, showing her body like a gift. With the sway of her hips, she would often turn around to show her ass, round and shapely. Randomly, she'd grab something and let it fall to the floor. While picking, she'd lean, her backside bare, cheeks spread to show her sex.
Bronn relaxed back in the chair. "Uttering such words to a holy man?"
Doreah smiled with a sultry lick of lips. "Mmm, I've heard whispers, my Holy Lord... that the Maiden herself blessed you?"
"I am."
Doreah let out a soft, wicked giggle as she circled the table once more, pressing her hips firmly against the edge right beside his chair. One hand cupped and kneaded her full breast, the other slid down between her slick, creamy thighs to tease her wet cunt.
"Then... will you not bless this filthy whore and cleanse her aching cunt as well?"
Really knows what to say.
Bronn shifted, pushed his chair back, and rose to his feet, his hand reaching for her breasts.
He gripped her breast whole, wrapping his palm around the soft globe, kneading it with slow squeezes. The warm flesh yielded under his fingers, the nipple stiffening into a tight peak that begged for more.
Its soft warmth hardened his cock. But he didn't have time to waste playing games. Not on a whore when he had more pressing matters. Still, it would be unwise to refuse such an eager offering from Illyrio's house.
He let his other hand slide down the smooth plane of her belly, feeling the gentle curve of silken skin, the faint quiver that teased his fingers. Then he brushed aside her own digits and replaced them with his own, parting her slick folds.
Two thick fingers slid inside her, sinking deep into warm, wet heat. As expected, she wasn't tight. A whore, after all. The Seven alone knew how many cocks, fingers, and stranger things had already stretched and filled that hungry cunt.
"You seek my blessing?" He asked, taking his fingers out of her and shoving them in her mouth.
Doreah suckled them greedily. Her tongue swirled, lapping up every trace of her own tangy nectar. Her eyes fluttered half-closed in shameless enjoyment.
"Seven save me, do you know how many highborn ladies have crawled on their knees for my cock and gone away weeping? From Dorne to the Wall, proud cunts all of them, begging like bitches in heat. Yet the gods do smile on a lucky few now and then. Turn around."
"Mmmm!"
Doreah almost purred in excitement and spun around.
Bronn didn't know what she was ordered to do. Maybe it was to pleasure him for the night. But she was clearly enjoying this moment. As expected from a trained Lyseni whore.
He stepped right behind her and stared at the smooth, rounded swell of her ass while lifting his septon's robes. He had no intention of removing them entirely; the cloth bunched up near his neck from the front, held in place by the stubborn press of his chin as his hands worked open the laces of his breeches.
His cock sprang free with a heavy plop, already thick and straining, the head flushed dark. But when his gaze dropped to her offered body, his intentions changed, finding a new target for his flesh spear.
"Oh, then I'm the luckiest whore in all of Essos... a filthy slut ready to take your holy blessing deep inside me. Take me, Your Holiness. Fill me with your sacred cock and make me pure... mmm."
Fuck… What a sight!
Doreah had leaned forward over his table, bent sharply at the waist, her full breasts spilled flat against the polished wood. Her legs remained straight, feet planted wide apart on the floor. But she went further, reaching back with both arms. Her fingers dug into the fluffy flesh of her own asscheeks and spread them apart shamelessly, offering everything.
Her rosy cunt glistened with her arousal, lips puffy and parted, slick strands of nectar clinging to the inner folds. Yet Bronn's eyes fixed instead on the smaller, tighter prize just above.
Her wrinkled, pale-pink anal hole, clenching and loosening with each breath. Even a whore's cunt could be worn loose by use, but that little ring… He knew it would still grip like a chokehold.
"Very well."
Bronn stepped in closer, planting the swollen tip of his cock against her dripping pussy first, letting her feel the blunt pressure. Then…
Plap
In one merciless, punishing thrust, he rammed all the way in, burying himself to the hilt in her slick heat.
"Gaaaaah! Aaaaah… Goddess!' Doreah's cry rang out, sharp and ear-shattering. Her body jolted forward against the table.
He wasn't the longest she'd ever taken, but surely one of the thickest. His girth stretched her wide, forcing her walls to yield in a sudden, burning rush. Her nails dug deeper into her own flesh, keeping them spread as her back arched, shuddering.
"A whore, aye, the Maiden won't purify with just that." Bronn drew out slowly, eyes fixed on her pussy as it gaped and wept thick juices down his shaft, leaving him slick and creamy. With a wet pop, he left her empty, then set his swollen cockhead against her tighter hole. "The Maiden demands more. And the Seven know I am a dutiful man."
He swore he could hear her gulp.
"Mmm… oh yes, yes, please, Your Holiness. I beg you. Cleanse this wicked body, take me, claim my ass whole, I came prepared. All I'll do is moan, moan louder for you, louder until my voice breaks. Mmm… I'm yours to fuck and use as you please."
Bronn's blood ran hot at her filthy pleas, the Lyseni lilt turning every word into honeyed sin. He pressed the blunt, slick head of his cock against her puckered ring, probing gently at first, feeling the tight muscle flutter and resist.
He knew his length was decent enough, but the gods had truly blessed him with girth; thick and unforgiving. It had ruined proud maidens and left the queen limping; tonight it would stretch a seasoned whore until she sang.
"Ugh… tight little ass, eh?" Bronn pushed harder, the crown barely breaching her. "Wine will do."
He reached for the jar on the table and tipped it, letting a thick stream of dark red cascade over his shaft and down the cleft of her ass, slicking the path to claim her properly.
"Aaaaah… Oh… Mmm… Yes, yes!" Doreah cried out, her entire body shuddering violently, knees buckling as the cool wine met the burning stretch of his intrusion.
She wasn't new to this pleasure, not by half, yet the sudden flood of sensation overwhelmed her. His thick cockhead forcing her open, the wine tingled and burned deliciously along her sensitive rim. The sting made her gasp, but the ache twisted instantly into fierce arousal, flooding her cunt with fresh nectar.
She clawed harder at her own soft peach, nails biting into flesh to keep them spread wide, desperate to stay relaxed, to take more of him, to prove she could swallow every holy inch.
"Ah… tight little heaven you've got there… the Maiden's blushing, I reckon, watching this," Bronn muttered low, eyes glued to the unholy sight of her pale ring stretched taut around his girth, his cock lodged halfway inside her.
He rocked slowly, teasingly, letting her feel every ridge and vein as the wine eased his passage. He wasn't mad enough to ram the rest in yet; better to savor the slow surrender.
"Now let us begin the proper cleansing, as the Seven intend."
Creak! Creak!
He started to fuck her, thrusts rolling back and forth, each one deeper, harder, until the heavy table groaned and scraped across the marble floor.
Soon, he was burying his entire length inside her ass, hips slamming forward with growing force, claiming her completely.
Plap! Plap!
The wine helped the whole way. He kept pouring more, trails of red running down her thighs, staining her silky skin like fresh blood on snow. The musky, sticky mess only made the glide filthier, the scent of wine and sex thick in the air. Clearly, she came prepared to surrender both holes, Lyseni training at its finest.
Enjoying it, Bronn reached forward and fisted her long golden hair, yanking her head back like reins. With each thrust, he pulled her body onto him harder, forcing her ass to swallow him to the root.
With his robes still bunched awkwardly under his chin, he stared down in satisfaction at the rippling waves across her round, pale ass. Soft flesh quivering with every brutal collision, the wet squelch of wine-slicked fucking mixing with the sharp clap of skin on skin. The sight alone nearly undid him.
But he wanted those pretty pale cheeks red, marked by him. He brought his palm down hard, the crack echoing as her flesh bloomed crimson.
Smack! Smack!
"Ugh! Ugh! Uggggngh!" Doreah moaned louder with every stinging slap, the sharp heat blooming across her skin only driving her wilder.
Her fingers had long abandoned holding herself open; one arm snaked beneath her now, frantic fingers dancing over her swollen clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles. Her empty pussy gaped and twitched, clenching greedily around nothing while her stuffed ass took every punishing inch.
Bronn kneaded the heated flesh he'd just struck, fingers sinking deep into the heavenly softness, spreading and squeezing as he fucked deeper.
"Who else have you fucked here? Illyrio? Viserys?" he asked.
"Ummmh… Both."
Bronn's stomach twisted at the thought of Illyrio's fat, sweating bulk rutting into this same tight heat. "The prince? Mmm… Tell me, is he… any good?"
Doreah struggled to answer, biting her plump lower lip as his thick cock dragged through her clenching ass. "N-No… Oh… He's… small in size and… lasts a mere touch."
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