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[A/N: This chapter is unapologetically 90% pure smut.]
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Tyrion Lannister was unexpectedly a brilliant septon in training. At the moment, the man was simply addressed as Brother. Already twenty, he was a bit old to become a septon, but Bronn accepted him.
Tyrion was well educated, an eager reader, and had a sharp wit.
Bronn knew that this man couldn't be fooled and made into a blind follower of the faith. So Bronn offered a different carrot. He offered Tyrion a place in his inner circle if he proved himself.
The method of proving himself was learning about all of Essos, devising a plan to expand the faith. A plan to defeat Slaver's Bay, the Dothraki, and the Warlocks. And also manage his personal wealth and grow it.
Of course, Bronn didn't trust him blindly, but he saw the hunger in Tyrion's eyes. Hunger for a chance to rise.
At the same time, he made sure to gift Tyrion a beautiful whore from Lys who was also a follower of the Faith. She was not only to work as his spy on Tyrion, but also as one to warm his bed and keep him from further whoring and drinking.
It worked wonders.
Tyrion Lannister showed promising signs in mere seven days. Bronn had passed on many of the duties, and the man did them well. One of them was showcasing the dead body of Melisandre to the people.
In private, Bronn had first tested his theory. The choker with the ruby was magical. He put it back on Melisandre's dead body, and the body turned young again. But the choker couldn't revive the dead.
After that, under the protection of Angelic Knights, Tyrion Lannister took the naked, young body of Melisandre and tied it to a post in front of the Red Temple. Naturally, a crowd gathered. After that, Tyrion made a small speech filled with mentions of the Seven, the Gods, and the demon called R'hllor.
Finally, the choker was removed. The entire city was shown what sort of vile, demonic creatures followed the demonic R'hllor. What sort of dark sorcery was being used to cheat death? Yet, none of it was enough to defeat the Light of the Seven and Lord Septon's true blessings.
Lastly, Melisandre's body was chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs, the fish, and other animals. Bronn had chosen not to burn it because the Lord of Light may be real, and the fire may just be an element it could control. He wanted to leave no possibility of Melisandre returning.
But none of that mattered at that point, because he was busy with Daenerys' bedding ritual, at last.
The night had arrived to get locked in a luxurious bed chamber complex for seven days and nights. And for that occasion, he had planned a few trinkets. After all, he was going to breed the blood of the dragon, and that deserved something special.
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Daenerys was excited for this night and the coming six more. She had waited for this for so long, and at last, it was happening. She felt her heart throb, her lips go dry in wait. But she did her best to seem confident.
She was Lord Septon's apprentice, after all. She was supposed to be a representation of him. Moreover, she had fallen in love with Lord Septon, a fact she had come to realise not long ago. She'd been in love for a while now, but never understood what it was. Now she did, and she knew what she wanted.
"Thank you, Unella."
Daenerys chirped as she felt the corset tighten around her waist over her pure white flowing gown. It was sleeveless, wide-necked, which dipped down over her round, small breasts, revealing the pale flesh of her chest. Her hair was already combed, let loose in thick silvery locks behind her back, so lush they fell over her shoulders too.
"It is my duty, Lady Daenerys. Hear me now. You must never refuse the Lord Septon, nor push him away during the holy rite. This is your first time. At moments it will hurt. At times, it will feel too much to bear. That is the trial the Maiden lays upon you. Endure it, and only love will follow, only pleasure, only her sweetest blessings."
Daenerys pursed her lips and nodded. Of course, she had been made aware of what the ritual entails. She was prepared for it, but it was going to be a new thing for her; hence, she didn't know what to expect.
"I would never refuse my Master. My life belongs to him."
Finally, she felt her corset tied, making her already slender waist more noticeable, her hourglass shape a sight even she loved in the large mirror.
After that, she was taken to the prepared grand bedchamber with its own separate chamber for bath and other daily necessities. The food would be served to them there.
As soon as she stepped inside, she could smell the incense in the air. And sure enough, she saw Lord Septon in his usual white and golden robes, holding a censer. She noticed Lord Septon's lips moving, a prayer she was sure of. Even as their eyes met, she noticed the loving warmth.
Moments later, the Lord Septon stopped and walked over to her. She gulped, looking up as he was a full head taller than her, with broad shoulders.
The Lord Septon wasn't like those other septons. No, Lord Septon was also a great swordsman, his body blessed by the Warrior himself. She'd seen it before, and as sinful as it may be, dreamt of it. Many say Lord Septon has a very common face, but to her eyes, he was the brightest face in all the world. The one man who pulled her out of the pit that was her old life, and taught her magic even her ancestors never knew.
"Septa Unella, leave us be. Lock the bed chamber from outside."
"Understood, Lord Septon."
Daenerys watched Unella leave. Somehow, she felt more excited than nervous. She'd seen Lord Septon bless other women; she wanted to feel that as well. But she knew that night wasn't going to be about that.
"Master?"
"Oh, Daenerys. You look gorgeous in this gown."
Daenerys felt like melting. It wasn't the first time she was praised for her beauty, but now it felt intimate. She felt her face grow warm as Lord Septon came closer and caressed her face with a hand, then her neck.
"Thank you, Master."
She noticed a smile on his face, and it made her heart jolt.
"Stand here in the centre, my apprentice. I shall call upon the Seven, name the Maiden and the Mother and all the rest, before we commence this little rite of ours."
She nodded and stood at the place he pointed with his finger. Then she watched Lord Septon swing the censer and walk around her in circles. As he prayed, she felt warm in her chest, warm in all of her body. She felt the need to take off this dress and splay herself on the bed for her love, for her master, for her Lord Septon.
"O' Seven mighty, hear, hear this roar to come,Blood of the Dragon prays, faithful she has become."
Daenerys clenched her jaw. She was aware that her bloodline followed their Valyrian roots more than the Seven. But this time, she felt this was right. The Lord Septon was blessed by the Seven, and that blessing led to her learning magic. Did that not make her magic Seven's blessing as well?
This is right. Yes, I submit to the Seven, to my Lord Septon. So please bless me.
"The ritual of the seven we are about to begin,Seven days and nights we'll lie skin-to-skin.First the caress of the womanhood, then manhood,Father, Mother, and Maiden, let the result be good."
Her cheeks burned red when she heard skin-to-skin. She knew what it was, that soaking warmth between her legs in the gown.
"A maidenhead is offered, and then the womb,O' Maiden, I am your servant, your tool to bloom.Bless me, leave all her sins for me to consume,Bless her, love her, erase the curse of the doom."
Daenerys' eyes widened at that last part. Did that mean her blood was cursed? Was House Targaryen since the Doom of Valyria? Was that why so many of her ancestors went mad?
Her eyes grew watery at the realisation that Lord Septon was erasing that curse from her blood. Her love for him grew exponentially more.
"With this, I shall begin this holy ritual of the Seven,Through lips, chest, all crevices, lead a path to heaven.My body, my phallus, may the Maiden bless be potent,Through me, let her body have her first breeding moment."
Yes! Please! I'm yours, Master.
Daenerys used everything she could to not scream that out loud. She was drenched between her thighs; she could feel it.
"Now then, sweet apprentice of mine, ease yourself back on the bed and lie flat. Tonight the Maiden shall have her proper due, tasting slow and deep of your pureness, to drink the pure first essence, to savour every drop of your fertile, holy sap that flows for Her alone."
Gods! I'm weak!
Daenerys felt her legs shudder, almost giving away to his declaration. Her feet moved with urgency, and she fell backward on the grand canopied bed. She crawled backwards hastily until her back smacked against the headboard.
She quickly corrected herself and lowered a little before lying down flat on her back, head on the pillow, looking down over her small breasts as Lord Septon put away the censer and crawled towards her. She bit her lips, realising he wouldn't disrobe yet. She truly wanted to see that Warrior-blessed frame.
Daenerys watched as the Lord Septon crawled fully on top of her. His knees bracketed her hips, caging her slender frame. The mattress dipped under his palms planted on either side of her head, and then he lowered himself until his face hovered mere inches above hers. His eyes drank her in as if he were examining a treasure.
She exhaled a trembling, steamy breath and lifted her face toward him, lips parted in desperate offering. But he only dipped higher to press the gentlest peck to her forehead. Heat exploded across her cheeks; shame curled in her belly. She had been too forward, too greedy.
“Eager, are we? The Mother bids us patience, Daenerys. I know full well how your body aches for this. I know the heat of your love for me. And know, I burn with the same love for you.”
What? Lord Septon loves me?!
Daenerys's eyes widened.
She saw him shift, slowly sliding downward. His strong hands found her ankles, thumbs stroking the delicate bones there before he started to push the fine white silk of her gown upward. The fabric whispered over her calves, her knees, gathering in soft folds against her thighs.
She gulped, aware he'd soon see it all. How sinfully drenched she was. She felt the cool air kiss the insides of her thighs as he guided her legs apart, wider, wider still, until the muscles trembled with the stretch.
"Mmh!"
Instinctively, Daenerys’s hands flew down, pressing the bunched gown over her loins. She tried to shield the shameful, glistening arousal. She was soaked, sinful. Heat flooded her face again; she wanted to disappear.
But all she got was a loving smile from Lord Septon that melted all her shame. Her fingers loosened. Her hands fell away of their own accord, trembling but obedient.
"Between us now, my Daenerys, there is no shame left, no covering, no blushing, no hidden thing. In the sight of the Seven we stand bare and joined as lovers true. I am but their humble vessel, soon to pour their blessing deep inside this sweet, virgin place of yours."
There it was. The Lord Septon spread her thighs wider, the silk finally sliding up to bunch uselessly at her waist. No smallclothes, as he had commanded.
She couldn’t see her own flesh past the small hill of fabric and the slight rise of her breasts, but she felt his gaze lock on it. On her most sacred treasure, as her brother once had called it.
"Hmm… deliciously beautiful, Daenerys."
Daenerys flung both hands over her face, trying to hide the deep blush. She heard the rustle of his robes, felt the mattress shift again, and then she saw Lord Septon's face vanish between her legs.
Mmmmh… I love you!
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Bronn absolutely loved how naive she was, and that cunt of hers as well. He stared down at her ripe, untouched cunt. Those pale lips were swollen already, flushed a deep pink, and glistening with her own warm juices. Her pussy was a tight slit of bright pink, so tight it looked sealed. Aye, this was far more delicious looking than any cunt he'd ever seen.
A pure, untouched Targaryen cunt just for me. All the whoreson Gods, I'm a lucky man.
Bronn was absolutely obsessed with this Targaryen princess of his. She was his apprentice, his lover, soon to be mother of his true children. Eighteen years old, ripe as summer fruit, body made for breeding, and a beauty without any comparison.
"Hmm… deliciously beautiful, Daenerys."
Bronn couldn't help. Even her scent was lovely. He dropped his face between her thighs and buried his mouth against her juicy slit like a savage Wildling. There was no time for gentle licks; he devoured her instantly.
His tongue, flat and broad, dragged up her slit in one long, greedy sweep, tasting the sticky, slick honey that already leaked from her core. He groaned into her flesh and sealed his lips over her puffy petals, sucking hard. His tongue flicked over each fold, slid circles over her swollen nub, and pressed harder every time her body flinched in delight. He loved toying with those spots that made her thighs shiver over and over again.
Oh, he wasn't going to use his finger tonight, not at fucking chance. Seven knew he had held that patience with the dream of ramming down her virgin walls. That maidenhood was his cock's to claim, not his fingers.
His hands clamped down on the backs of her creamy thighs. His fingers dug into the doughy flesh as he spread them high and wide towards her sides. They were so creamy, milky, the softest things in the world he had ever kneaded.
Her cunt tasted just as sweet.
His eyes closed in pure delight as he swiped his tongue wider this time. From right above her puckered pink hole, sliding between her throbbing lower lips, then circling her sensitive little kernel of love. He slurped noisily, deliberately filthy, letting her hear exactly how wet she was.
"Mmmmmh! Oh, Master!"
Her moans sent a jolt right to Bronn’s balls. He relished in her begging moans as his tongue finally pushed between her tight, clenching quim.
It didn't take long for her to come undone. Her hips bucked wildly under him, trying to chase more of that wonderful sensation. Her moans were louder now, needier. But he pinned her down, fingers digging bruises into the soft meat of her thighs.
Bronn only ate her harder, slobbering all over it until his chin was covered in her clear nectar. She was a delight on his tongue for sure. The height of his conquest. The last Targaryen princess right there, ripe for his taking, his for the rest of her life.
Seven cunts, can't wait to breed this one.
Bronn focused on her clit, flicking the swollen nub with quick, cruel lashes of his tongue, then flattening it to grind slow circles while he sucked. Her thighs shook violently around his ears. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. And then she burst.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Gods, thank you!" She cried out in pure bliss.
Even as she lost control, crying out her gratitude to the Seven like a dutiful septa, Bronn drank it all.
Her climax surged into his mouth in pulsing waves. Thick, sweet nectar that he swallowed eagerly, his tongue working to catch every drop as her tight pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing. Her hips jerked in helpless spasms under his palms, back arched so high that only her shoulders and heels touched the bed. He kept his mouth sealed to her cunt, riding the wave, milking every tremor until she was a gasping wreck.
His own cock was iron-hard, balls tight and aching. But he held it back with an iron will. Tomorrow she’d swallow his seed as her meal of the day; tonight was for her ruin.
Slowly, as her cries softened to trembling whimpers and her thighs finally stopped shaking, he eased off.
One last slow, savoring lick from her fluttering petals up to her clit made her jolt and whine. Then he sat back on his heels, wiping his drenched mouth and chin with the sleeve of his white robe.
Not done for the night.
"Let us supper, my apprentice. After that, you shall rest your womanhood atop my face."
Hah! I'm one sick fuck! Love this damn life. You nobles and royals are no different from whores to me.
But for sure, this one, he loved as much as a man with a plan like him could.
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Day 2
Gluk! Gluk!
Daenerys Targaryen, the last of her blood, the cock sucker of Lord Septon.
Bronn chuckled as he thought of the title and eased back in the plush chair like a throne just for him. Between his spread thighs knelt Daenerys Targaryen, this exquisite, silver-haired cocksucker in her pristine white gown.
She was doing it all herself this time, no guiding hand from him, not yet. Those slender, pale fingers curled around the base she couldn’t fit past her lips, stroking in rhythm while her mouth stretched wide to take him deeper. Her cheeks hollowed with every desperate suck, lips glossy and swollen, spit already stringing from the corners.
Gluk! Gluk!
"Ah! Maiden moans in delight! Deeper, take it deeper, Daenerys."
“Unnnmmmph!” She choked around him, wet and strangled. Bubbles of frothy spit foamed at the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin in slow, lewd trails.
Bronn loved her like this, still dressed like a virgin in white, while he sat naked and shameless. The gown made her look like something holy only he could defile, and every thought of it made his cock flex harder in her throat.
His toes curled against the floor, balls drawing tight.
"Deeper!"
At his command, he heard Daenerys gagging and choking, but the last thick inch was too much for her. Her throat fluttered uselessly around him.
"Let me help. Let me teach, my apprentice."
Bronn’s hands shot to the back of her head, fingers threading through that silver hair. He shoved down hard, brutally, until her delicate nose mashed flat against his coarse pubic hair and her lips sealed around his fat cock. Her tears spilled instantly, tracking down her flushed cheeks.
But not once did she slap his leg for mercy, not once did she push away.
However, Bronn did cherish her. He savored the hot, spasming grip of her gullet for a moment. Then he let her up, just enough to suck in a ragged gasp, before shoving her down again and again.
Not satisfied with sitting anymore, he rose to his feet. With both hands clamped around her skull, he started fucking her face. They were violent, punishing thrusts that slapped his heavy balls against her chin with every plunge.
Plap! Slosh! Ghk!
The noises were sinful. Wet gurgles, the unholy slurp of spit-slick flesh, the rhythmic smack of skin on skin.
Bronn form towered over her shorter frame as he shoved all of his thickness down that lean neck. He felt her throat work around his cock in frantic spasms, trying to swallow the invasion even as it battered deeper. He ground his hips forward each time, pubes pressed against her nose. The fat ridge of his cockhead traveled visibly under her pale skin.
He fucked her mouth so hard her hair whipped wildly with the force. But he kept going, feeling her throat tightening around his swollen rod.
"There! Drink it all… Maiden's nectar! The blessing! Drink and grow in magic!"
Pure horseshit, but the words poured out anyway. If she believed his cockjuice made her magic better, he knew she'd suck him dry a thousand times a day. And gods help him, he’d give it.
Daenerys clawed at his thighs, not to stop him, just holding on as though her world was spinning. She felt her pussy drool as well, slippery and sticky all at once. This roughness somehow excited her more than annoyed.
She felt the ache in her lips, however, and was certainly out of breath. But she was glad she could drink it now, joyous even.
"Mmmmmmh!"
She felt him ram home one final time. His cock flexed, swelled impossibly thicker in her throat. She felt his balls draw up tight against her chin, pulsing over and over, then the first thick jet erupted straight down her sore gullet.
Her violet eyes blew wide. Thank the Seven, he pulled back just enough so she could breathe and swallow without drowning. Torrent after torrent blasted across her tongue, thick and salty-sweet, coating every inch of her throat before sliding down in heavy gulps.
She clenched her lips tight around him, tongue rolling greedily to catch it all, gulping sip by creamy sip. The heat of it steamed in her throat, settled heavy and potent in her belly.
Daenerys stared up at her love as he did too. She could hear the heavy, wet gulps of her tongue as well. It was so creamy that she felt it coat her entire throat and further down, so warm she felt it steam on her tongue.
"Clean it."
She obeyed instantly. Her lips sealed around him again, lapping softly now, milking the last drops from his sensitive length even as it softened, wiping every ridge. She suckled in slow pulls that drew out every lingering bead.
Soon she had him entirely flaccid, yet still she took him whole. Her tongue swirled lazily along the underside, tracing every ridge and vein, wiping him pristine with soft, adoring laps.
"Beautifully done, Daenerys. My sweet apprentice, just as I knew you would be. The Maiden herself cries out in delight at the sight of you. Tomorrow you shall cry the same, sweet and open, when we shall give your untouched cunt to the Seven in holy offering."
Daenerys blushed, nodded. "I can't wait, Master."
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Day 3
How long had Bronn waited for this moment?
He removed her gown piece by piece.
First, the corset, then the gown itself. As the flowing thing fell to her ankles, the sight took his breath away. Clean, freshly hair combed, Daenerys Targaryen was the most beautiful woman he'd seen in his life.
The gown had pooled at her ankles, leaving Daenerys gloriously naked. Her waist-length silver hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, framing her beautiful face. That delicate little nose, plush lips already parted and wet, her violet eyes burning with worshipful hunger.
Her body was perfect, a slender hourglass; slim waist cinching in before those hips flared wide and womanly. Her soft tits were small, perfect handfuls, crowned with bright pink nipples already tight and aching; the areolas delicate as flower petals. Her belly was flat and smooth, trembling faintly with every breath.
Those creamy thighs, shaking and parting just enough to show the pink seam of her virgin cunt.
"Master?"
Bronn woke up from his thoughts and looked at her face again. He stood naked in front of her, cock so hard it bobbed with every shift, the swollen head already drooling a thick pearl of precum. He smiled at her and walked away, grabbing a golden crown from the table drawer.
"Tonight, my Daenerys, we offer not only the blood of the dragon, but also the ancient crown to the Seven. Wear this."
It was an ordinary gold crown, nothing unique. But to Bronn, it did something; it excited his cock to ferocious hunger. This woman was the rightful heir to the Targaryen dynasty, and now he was going to put a babe in her womb. One he hoped would carry his magic.
"Thank you, Master."
Bronn loved her sweet smile, so innocent and trusting even after all they'd done, and all he was about to.
Seven's whore Mother! I can't wait.
"On the bed."
Bronn pushed her backward until she fell willingly on the bed, scooting up until her head rested on the pillow, thighs already parting. He followed, crawling over her, settling between those pale, fluffy legs. His thick cock slapped down against her slick entrance, the underside grinding along her swollen lips, coating him in her heat.
He intended to take this night slow, savor every inch of Daenerys' body, for this moment would probably never happen like this again.
He braced on his elbows, caging her delicate face, and looked down. He was so close he could taste the fruity sweetness of her breath. "Daenerys, it will pain you, sting hard. When that happens, pray to the Mother, 'Bless me, Mother!' say that."
Daenerys nodded frantically, violet eyes glassy as if screaming at him to take her and damned be the consequences. Clearly, she really wanted this.
Coming to Essos was worth it.
At last, he kissed her succulent lips. He wasn't gentle with it, nor slow. Tongue thrusting deep, fucking her mouth the way he planned to fuck every other part of her.
He fucked his tongue into her sweet mouth and claimed her tongue, tasted her moans, swallowed her whimpers, bit at her plush lower lip until she gasped and arched. He was so rough and greedy, each suck stole the breath right out of her lungs.
Once she was out of breath, his lips slid down to attack her stunning face with wet, sloppy pecks. Forehead, cheeks, eyelids, even the tip of her delicate nose. Then, he gripped her hair, yanking her head back to expose the column of her neck. He sucked bruising marks wherever he could, claiming every patch of soft, pale flesh.
She was so warm, her flesh felt otherworldly, magically hot as the breath of a dragon. He kissed and marked her collarbone, her chest, and finally, he reached her breasts. He kneaded them with his hands first, soft handfuls that fit his palms just right.
He pinched them between thumb and finger, rolling the pink peaks until they stiffened, then latched on as if he was starving. Oh, he couldn't wait to make them swell with nurturing milk and then drain them with his own lips. The thought made him growl against her skin.
He left more bites across the tender mounds, then trailed lower. Down the smooth plane of her belly, tongue dipping into her navel, tasting every inch on his way to the prize.
He skipped her dripping cunt entirely and kept going lower until he sat back between her thighs. His strong hands hooked under her knees and shoved upward, folding her legs high. He pressed bruising kisses along the insides of those impossibly soft, creamy thighs. First one, then the other; sucking dark blooms into the pale flesh until she trembled
Bronn pushed her legs further up until her knees perfectly folded beside her breasts. Daenerys held her own legs there, spreading herself wider while he laid his eyes on the treasure he was about to plunder.
Ummmmmm… The wait was worth it.
He leaned in and dragged his tongue from the tight pucker of her rosebud all the way up, until he flicked over her swollen clit. She was just so pure in his eyes.
Not for long.
Bronn rose to his knees. Her hips were tilted skyward now, cunt glistening and gaping slightly. He gripped the base of his throbbing cock and tapped the fat head against her slit, watching the way her entrance fluttered at each wet smack.
The best thing about that position was that she could watch it all. His thick shaft dwarfing her delicate folds, the bulbous head eclipsing her entrance. It was going to be impossibly tight, he knew it.
Bronn locked gaze with her, into her shining purple eyes, the golden crown still perched on her silver hair. The last dragon princess, about to be conquered. It made his cock flex hard.
"Ready to be mounted? My little dragon?"
Gods! That almost made me burst!
His own words hit him like a whip. They were made to slightly degrade her. But all he received was a beautiful smile that somehow made him feel shitty at how crazy he was, yet he loved it.
"Yes! Yes, yes! A million yes! I love you, Ma-aaaaah-ster!"
He pressed forward, just the tip, eyes glued to her virgin cunt. His hands flattened on the backs of her thighs, pinning her open while she held herself folded like an offering. His taller frame eclipsed her slender body in its shadow.
Oh, Seven! I pray true this time! Thank Maiden for making her so perfect. Love… this damn… tight cunt!
As expected. Daenerys was impossibly tight. Her virgin walls clamped down on his cockhead, refusing even that first inch. He pushed gently at first, then harder, feeling the resistance give way with a wet, burning pop as the swollen tip finally punched inside.
"Aaaaaangh!"
Her gasp ripped through the chamber; jaw falling open, eyes flooding with tears. The stretch was visible. Her moist, puffy folds burning red around his girth, clinging desperately as he sank that first thick inch.
"Bless me… Mother!"
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Daenerys felt it burn. The thick, blunt head of his holy phallus splayed her entrance thin. She feared it wouldn't fit; the thickness was too much. She stared down between her legs, his glistening cockhead forcing its way in.
Then, something gave. A sharp, tugging snap deep inside. White-hot pain coursed through her core. Tears flooded her eyes instantly.
This was it, her most delicate treasure taken. But when she lifted her watery gaze to Lord Septon’s face, she only felt joy blooming in her heart. She fell in love. So happy she gave it to him. So delighted he took it.
But the burn wouldn’t fade. She watched as he drew back slowly, her wet inner walls clinging desperately; then he pushed forward again, feeding another thick inch or two into her protesting cunt.
"Gaaaaaaah! So… much!" She gasped, nearly losing grip on her folded legs.
It felt like he was ripping her open from the inside, his unyielding flesh carving space inside her. Every slow push stretched her mercilessly; she could feel the blunt head drilling deeper, reshaping her cunt to fit the holy cock. Her walls spasmed and fluttered around the intrusion, trying to push him out and pull him in at once.
She couldn’t look away. As he pulled again, his veiny shaft was glistening with her slick and faint streaks of crimson. Then he drilled back down, pounding in another inch with force.
Before long, she saw most of his length vanish inside her. Until finally…
"Aaaaaah! Bless me, Maiden!"
All of it disappeared inside her. She stared as Lord Septon loomed over her, leaning, grounding his entire length inside her for so long. His cock pulsed inside her, hard and demanding. She swore she could feel the faintest bulge low on her flat belly where he pressed against her womb. So impossible yet…
"I-I… love you… Master! Ah!"
At her trembling declaration, he leaned fully down. His broad shoulders hooked under her knees, pressing her legs flat to her chest until she was pinned. His cock drove deeper, the tip battering her cervix with blunt insistence.
"As do I, Daenerys. My love, are you prepared to bear my blessed seed?"
"Yes! Always… I've been prepared! Please… give me your seed!"
"Patience, my sweet dragon."
The Lord Septon started to move. Slow, punishing rolls of his hips that kept her caged under his weight and size, shoulders pinning her legs. She thanked the gods he had trained her flexible body and endurance.
"Ungh! Ungh!”
Each thrust knocked the air from her lungs in sharp, breathless grunts. That burning sting was fading now, melting into something deeper, hotter, more lewd. She couldn’t believe how much she craved the holy intrusion, how her sore walls clung to him, thoroughly needy.
"Brace yourself, Daenerys. I'll be faster."
He sat back on his heels, giving her a clear view of where his blessed cock connected to her pussy once more. She gulped at the sight of some red. It coated his length as well, churning out a reddish-white froth that coated them both.
"Yes! Love me… seed me… your obedient dragon!" The words tumbled from her lips mindlessly. "Bless me… Master!"
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Bronn felt savage joy when the word slipped from her lips, “Master,” not “Mother.” No prayer to the gods now; only to him. She was lost in it, fully his, cunt gripping around his buried cock like she’d die if he ever pulled out. Good, he was going to thoroughly enjoy this too.
He slammed down hard. Hips snapping with ramming force, driving every thick inch straight to her cervix. Again, and again, and again.
Daenerys fully lost it.
Her whole body froze up stiffly under him, thighs quivering uncontrollably against him. A raw, broken scream tore from her throat as her cunt squeezed hard, spasming wildly around his shaft. Hot, slick waves flooded out around his rod, soaking his balls, dripping down her ass in messy rivulets. Her violet eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, mouth gaping in silent ecstasy before another cry ripped free.
“Ahhhhh!!”
He felt her shake and shatter on his cock, drenching them both in her clear honey. The sight of her, crown askew, nearly pushed him over the edge. But gods, he wasn’t done.
Folded like this, she was nothing but a perfect cocksleeve, her body made for breeding. He could already imagine it. That flat belly swelling with his child, those narrow hips flaring wider to carry his seed. His balls tightened, aching to spill.
"Ugh… Then take it, my dragon. Take the seed and grow it well… Our blood will carry magic! Our blood will rule… the faith and the… mankind!"
Somehow, his words did it for Daenerys, thrilling her so much into pure ecstasy. She came again, harder this time. A fresh gush of her sweet essence coated his pounding cock, frothing around her stretched folds. She was a sobbing mess now, utterly undone.
Bronn’s control finally snapped.
"Gah! Fuck!"
He cursed and ground his cock, balls deep, one final time.
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted inside her warm walls. Pure white filth flooded her womb, filling her until it had nowhere left to go. Creamy white overflowed, bubbling out around his buried shaft in lewd, frothy rings that coated her swollen cunt and dripped in slow, sticky plops onto the sheets. He could feel every spurt, every twitch of his cock as he pumped her full, marking her pink insides thoroughly.
He suddenly felt a strong connection to her. Something magical, something present but also elusive. But he didn't stop, he couldn’t. He kept pounding, harder, faster, insane, rutting into her flooded cunt like a man possessed.
No thought, no mercy, just his hips ramming down from above recklessly. The feral beast in him chased that final sense of bliss, never getting enough. Even when his balls ached, even when his muscles protested, even as the mess slapped wet and filthy between their bodies.
The bed groaned and creaked, frame protesting the violence.
“Ahhh! Ah! Ah!” Daenerys cried out with every brutal thrust, too lost to form words. Her silver hair whipping wildly across the pillow, her face a glistening wreck of sweat, tears, and spit. His fingers dug into the soft meat of her thighs, leaving deep purple bruises.
Plap! Plap!
He pounded down straight into her cunt. He watched her pussy gape open, flushed crimson, swollen, cream and batter churning into a filthy white mess.
He was close again, already, but this load wasn’t for her womb. He’d already planted the babe. This one was for her face.
"Gaaaaaah! Open your mouth!"
On the edge, he yanked out with a wet pop. He swung a leg over her folded thighs, and fisted his slick, throbbing cock. Two hard strokes, and he exploded again.
The first jet landed straight in her open mouth; the next painted her lips, chin, and streaked across her cheek. More splashed onto her tits, dripping down the pink nipples in heavy globs. It was so much, so thick, clinging to her skin like pearls.
He kept pumping until the last spurts dribbled free, then dragged his swollen tip across her tits, smearing the mess, cleaning himself on her soft flesh.
Finally, he shifted back and simply… admired the view.
Daenerys still held herself folded, cunt on full display. Gods, the sin of it. Fucked raw, dripping his seed in a slow river that soaked the sheets under her ass.
Fucked, bred, and gods damned mine!
He saw her jaw soaked with his cum, dripping from her chin onto her marked tits. She bit her lower lip, gulping down what had landed in her mouth, violet eyes glassy and adoring. Every inch of her pale skin bore his love bites.
"We shall continue after… supper."
"Mmm… More, more, Master!"
Daenerys’ spoiled-princess whine made his spent cock twitch again.
"Patience, my little dragon. We have the whole night ahead."
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Day 4
"Unnnngh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
"Relax it, Daenerys! Don't clench it! Accept the blessing."
Bronn was pounding into her as his loving apprentice rested on her belly, prone. He fucked her in the ass, already half of his cock inside. He wasn't going to shove more in, as that could truly hurt her. But even this was a lot for her slender shape.
Bronn straddled the backs of her creamy thighs, knees pinning her legs together just enough to keep her prone and powerless.
Daenerys was flat on her belly, silver hair fanned wild across the pillow, small hands clawing at the sweat-damp sheets.
His girthy cock nudged insistently at her tight rear entrance, already half-buried in the hot grip of her ass. He’d worked her open slowly with patience born of pure greed, but even now the stretch looked sinful. Her pale cheeks parted wide, the pink pucker stretched thin and red around his girth, fluttering helplessly with every shallow thrust.
“Unnnngh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!”
Her cries came in sharp, broken bursts, muffled into the bedding.
"Close, Princess… close."
Bronn leaned down, chest flattening to her back, the heat of her skin searing against his. His lips found the shell of her ear, breath hot and ragged.
"Maiden is pleased," he whispered.
Daenerys broke. Her hips bucked uselessly under his weight. Her whole frame shook, overstimulated nerves firing in wild overload after four days of relentless claiming.
"Yes! Bless me… bless me… Maiden, Mother, Master… Blesssssss meeeeeeh!"
Bronn grinned against her neck and pounded harder into that prone position. The bedding bounced with every brutal snap of his hips, cushioning the impact only to throw it back up into her, driving him deeper. One final, savage thrust buried another inch
"Take it!"
He grounded in as far as he dared, and exploded with an animalistic groan. Hot spurts flooded her ass, pulse after heavy pulse painting her insides. The thick cream drowning his cock.
When he finally pulled out, a gush of creamy white splattered free from her gaping, sore hole, dripping down her clenched asscheeks. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, ass fluttering and trying to close, still twitching with aftershocks.
Bronn honestly didn’t enjoy ass that much, but this was part of his ritual. And of course, it was a waste not to taste every part of his dragon princess.
"No more tonight."
Bronn lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms. Daenerys kept kissing him, however, so overwhelmed and overstimulated.
He didn't stop her.
This was it. This was what he wanted. Her obsessive love for him.
I guess I can say I've secured my bloodline now.
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Day five was a simple thing, as they both ate each other out with Daenerys lying on top of him. The sixth and seventh days saw everything done. He ate her cunt, then she sucked him down to the balls, then he fucked her cunt, and finally finished with her ass.
He did that for two whole days, and with that, the ritual came to an end. But of course, that wasn't the end of intimacies between them. This was only the beginning.
When he came out of the locked bedchamber after seven days, he felt fresh and at the top of the world. He'd put his seed in Daenerys Targaryen. And this time, he hadn't tailored his seed to look a certain way. No, he'd left the looks to nature; the only thing he did tailor was health, a strong body, and a good mind.
"Let Daenerys rest for a few days," Bronn ordered Lynesse, who was there waiting for him outside. "She's tired."
"I can imagine why," Lynesse said with a chuckle and walked inside the bedchamber to clean the freshly bred Targaryen.
Bronn hummed to himself and walked to his solar in the mansion. He believed it was time to get serious with Volantis and push the Faith of the Seven harder. He had done enough to discredit the Red Temple by now.
"Unella."
Inside his solar, he found Unella working with a few tomes, cleaning them and stacking them nicely.
"Lord Septon."
That's it? No smile?
He noticed the subtle shift. Usually, Unella would turn towards him and pass him a sweet smile. But that day, she didn't even look.
With a sigh, he took a seat behind his table and called for her.
"Unella, come here."
The tall, gorgeous blonde woman with mature features turned and stepped in front of his table. Her movements seemed less intentional and more habitual. Something was clearly upsetting her.
"Not there. Here." Bronn patted his lap, offering her a welcoming smile.
Unella did as told and sat down sideways on Bronn's lap. Oh, how plush her shapely, wide hips were, truly meant to be bred. His one arm supported her back while the other caressed her chin.
"What's the matter? Have I hurt you in some way?"
"No, Lord Septon. I apo—"
"Be truthful," he squeezed on her waist. "Aren't you my first septa? My first true follower in the light of the Seven? You mean the world to me. Say what's in your heart."
Unella looked down. "I… I wonder if I have done something wrong, Lord Septon."
What? Gods, you're the most perfect septa I could have asked for.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Lord Septon, you gave your blessing to Malora. Now you give it to Daenerys. Am I not worthy of your true blessing?"
"..."
Ah! She wants a babe. Seven cunts, I didn't realise that.
Bronn really had no reason behind not breeding Unella. He just didn't care about having children of his own. Breeding Malora was a necessity back in the Old Town, and besides, the kid was with Lord Hightower. In comparison, if he bred a septa, the babe would remain with them, hindering him at times.
But if Unella really wanted that, who was he to deny? She was one of the few women he truly liked. She had been loyal to him, dutiful, and everything he needed in a septa. And knowing she was in her thirties, he reckoned it was her body that desired to be bred more than her mind. Her fertile womb's days were numbered, after all.
"Not because I see you unworthy, my dear. I did not because that would force me to make you rest and live in the safety of Angel's Peak in Westeros. By the Seven, I hold you dear. I cannot bear to see you linger in this dangerous place, round with child."
"But—"
"By the Seven, Daenerys must stay, for Westeros would chew her bones. Here I teach her the Seven’s blessed magic. Let us do this. I plan to return to Westeros after conquering Volantis. Then, I shall commit a whole seven's ritual with you."
That quickly earned him a big smile. Gods, she had a gorgeous smile and perfect teeth.
"That would make me the most blessed, Lord Septon."
"Good, take the quill and write. I shall speak it. By the Mother, I’m spent," Bronn ordered, keeping her on his lap. Of course, that gave him the excuse to grope her ass and fondle her breasts. "Tell me, how fares the Sept's construction?"
"It proceeds apace, Lord Septon," Septa Unella said calmly, paying no mind to his wandering hands. She had long grown accustomed. They were the touch of the gods to her. "Brother Tyrion watches over the work."
Bronn hummed, deep in thought. "I would spare myself trouble if the High Priest of the Red Temple challenged me. Since Melisandre, they keep silent. And the Triarchs? Has the Stranger made them sick?"
"The last I heard, two of them have, Lord Septon."
"Blessed be the Mother." Bronn gave a slow, firm squeeze to Unella's perfect round ass. "Once they have exhausted every remedy the healers know, they will crawl to me soon enough, begging to flee the Stranger's cold hand."
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Not far away, in another solar, Tyrion Lannister sat alone atop a high chair.
His grand table was filled with ledgers, stacked one atop the other. If one entered the solar, they wouldn't be able to see as he was hidden by those ledgers.
"Seven hells!" He cursed as he finished writing a string of numbers at the bottom of the last ledger he was making. Finally, he had tallied the sheets and finished accounting all of Lord Septon's wealth in coin and assets.
Despite being a Lannister and having seen ungodly wealth and lived it, he still cursed. It was simply too much, and so nonsensical to him. How could one man be worth so much? Of course, officially it was the Faith's wealth, but he knew better than most that this was all in Lord Septon's hands.
“And this is merely what the man owns in Essos. He hasn’t even finished conquering the rest of it yet.”
Tyrion gulped. That was the frightening part. He didn't have the ledgers or means to account for what Lord Septon owned and held in Westeros. Already, what Lord Septon had, made him one of the wealthiest men in existence.
Lands, gifts, mansions, castles, coins, jewelry, and whatnot. It was endless. Often, Lord Septon received grand gifts from wealthy men who would come to get healed or have their wives 'blessed'.
"Add in everything he controls in Westeros, the man may well be the richest magical creature breathing."
Instinctively, Tyrion looked at the map of Essos hanging on the wall as a painting. He saw Volantis on it and felt numb because they had only covered western Essos yet. The central part and eastern parts were left. Slaver's Bay alone held unimaginable wealth, and if Lord Septon succeeded there, it was unthinkable.
Tyrion slumped back in the chair and looked at his septon robes. He then sneered.
"I suppose I should thank Father for this gift."
But just as quickly, he shook himself out of the stupor. He had a goal now, a true pathway to prove himself, his talents, and be something more than just an ugly midget.
"Right then, Dothraki. How shall our friendly, ever-randy demigod conquer them?"
That was his prime task given, and the most exciting.