He used her head like a plaything, gripping tight, yanking her forward to meet every punishing thrust, then shoving her back just enough to let her gasp before ramming deep again. Her lips stretched thin and white around his angry girth, saliva bubbling at the corners, dripping in thick strings down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
He fucked her balls-deep with every stroke. Pubic bone grinding against the bridge of her nose until the delicate skin flushed red, cock pistoning over her struggling tongue.
Lynesse choked. Gagged. The cherished youngest daughter of House Hightower turned into this… plaything.
Gluk! Gluk!
The wet, strangled sounds echoed from her throat each time he bottomed out, her body jerking helplessly in his grip. Her eyes squeezed shut, then flew wide, pupils blown as another brutal plunge forced fresh drool from her ruined mouth.
Bronn felt the familiar coil tighten low in his gut, a throb warning him he was already close. With a rough grunt, he yanked himself free. His cock sprang out slick and shining. Before she could draw a full breath, he seized her upper arm and hauled her to her feet.
Lyness stumbled, legs trembling, but he gave her no time to recover. He spun her toward the table and shoved.
Her hips slammed against the edge; the small of her back arched over the wood until the supple flesh dimpled inward, breasts jolting, nipples still swollen and glistening. Her hands flew back for balance, palms slapping flat against the tabletop.
Bronn kicked her feet wider, spreading her open, then stepped between her fluffy thighs. His cock, still slick from her mouth, nudged between her legs, both of them still standing, her being a little arched backwards. He lifted his gaze to her face, her lips swollen and messy, chin shining, eyes glassy and dreamy.
"To cleanse the sin, you must carry the Maiden's blessing. Let your womb swell, let the nectar ooze from your breasts. You accept?"
"Ummmh… Yes… make me pure… Lord Septon… make me clean."
Bronn looked down, watched the blunt tip part her wet folds, and pushed in. Slowly, he savored every inch that yielded to him, every twitch, every quiver of her cunt. Her moist walls clutched at him almost instantly, greedy, fluttering in tight little spasms. He splayed her open on his thick slab of meat, until her lower lips stretched thin.
Gods, the feel of her. Still so tight after all this time, rippling around him like she'd been carved for no other cock. He was the only man who had ever known this cunt, the only one who ever would.
Ah… snug as I remember. Oh, Maiden's cunt. Perfect… made for just me.
He had claimed her maidenhead himself, carved her open with this flesh sword. All his, utterly his.
Plap!
He plunged himself to the hilt in one final, deep thrust. He felt inner walls breathe around him; squeezing, rippling, milking every ridge and vein. Then, he looked at her, mouth fallen open in a silent, trembling gasp, eyes huge and shining, the sting of that first penetration after more than a year written across her face. Her cunt had to burn, had to ache, yet she only welcomed the stretch.
"Speak to the Seven. Are you a whore?"
"N-Noooooh!"
Plap!
He started to thrust, hands clamping hard on her hips, pinning her in place against the table's edge. He drove in deep each time, skin slapping against skin.
"Then whose whore are you? Mine?"
"Y-Yes…."
Pa!
His palm cracked across one of her tits, the sharp sound ringing out as the creamy flesh jiggled and bloomed pink. He didn't pause; he fucked her harder, hips snapping with brutal rhythm. The heavy table creaked, wood groaning in protest as he pounded into her dripping pussy.
"Filthy heresy! How dare you! Your body belongs to the Seven! Your cunt, your tits, your nectar! All is Maiden's gift. I am only their servant!" Bronn roared.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes… oooooh!" Lynesse's hips jerked, chasing the edge she had been teetering on for too long. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, while her mouth hung open in a soundless scream that finally broke into ragged, sobbing moans.
Her cunt clamped down on his pistoning cock in frantic spasms, walls fluttering and squeezing as though trying to wring every drop of sin from him. A hot gush of nectar poured out around his shaft, leaking and dripping in fat ropes to the floor. Her whole body seized, back bowing so sharply her spine creaked.
Bronn sneered down at her quaking form, also close to bursting. "Such an impure body. You need deeper cleansing!"
He shoved her back until her hips finally perched on the table's edge, legs splayed wide, soft peach hanging just off the wood.
"Ung! Unghh!" Her slender arms snaked around his neck in frantic reflex, desperately clinging so she wouldn't fall.
Bronn seized her thighs, fingers bruising the soft flesh, and yanked her legs higher, spreading her even wider. Then he rammed in, burying himself balls-deep with a savage thrust. He growled low in his throat as he shattered inside her.
Yet, the potion he swallowed every dawn, to serve far too many fine ladies and precious septas, kept him iron-hard.
He didn't soften, didn't pause. He simply fucked through the pulsing release, grinding his hips in cruel circles to slosh his thick seed deeper, battering her womb with every punishing stroke. The mess turned frothy, creamy white foam bubbling out around his shaft with each pull, only to be forced back in on the next plunge. Still, Bronn wanted more. Always more.
"Thank the Maiden for this blessing," he snarled against her ear.
"Oh Maiden!" Lynesse cried in rapture. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Bronn smirked. In one fluid motion, he lifted her entirely off the table, arms snaking under her knees, hoisting her high against his chest.
He let her head lean over his shoulder, soft bosom flattened against his chest in a tight squeeze. His cock never left her cunt, still buried to the hilt, throbbing inside her boiling heat. He started to drill into her again, using his grip to piston her lower half back and forth along his girthy length like she was nothing more than a puppet for this single purpose.
He felt Lynesse's tongue loll out on his shoulder, her warm drool leaking on his skin. The sounds she made were sinfully adorable, little whimpers mixed with raw, lust-drunk moans.
"Ung! Unggh! Uuunngh!!" Every breath punched out of her in needy nasal whines as he fucked her harder.
The wet, filthy symphony echoed off the stone walls. Her dripping cunt slurping around him, his balls slapping rhythmically against her ass, the lewd churn of batter filling the air.
Plap! Squelch! Plap!
"Unnnngh… Ah, ah, ohhhhhhhh! Yes, yes… mercy, Seven! Oh, Maiden… make me puuuuuure agaiiiinghhhh!" Lynesse had lost herself, mind drowned in white-hot bliss, nothing but a vessel for his pleasure.
Bronn felt the burn now, the scorching friction of her impossibly tight walls gripping him. He fucked her faster, her lower half blurring in his hands, cock pistoning in and out with brutal speed.
"Fuuuck… then… make the Maiden happy!" With a guttural roar, he suddenly lowered her.
Her feet hit the floor, but her legs were too weak, too sore, too ravaged. She crumpled instantly to her knees, thighs quivering, cunt still leaking his seed in slow, pearly rivulets.
Bronn wrapped a fist around his gleaming, flushed cock and stroked himself with rough, punishing pulls. Lynesse opened her mouth wide, tongue lolling out, eyes glassy and pleading.
"Look at you. A single ritual won't suffice. Repent!"
He came, but not on her face, not across her majestically heaving tits. He turned sideways at the last moment and aimed at the cold floor. Thick, white ropes lashed across the tiles, pump after pump, spurt after heavy spurt. Until a small, glistening puddle formed.
"Lick it clean. Now!"
His voice boomed, magically amplified, ringing with divine command.
Lynesse didn't speak. She simply dropped onto hands and knees, ass arched high, back dipped low like a cat presenting itself.
She crawled, hips swaying, until her face hovered over the mess. Then she extended her pink tongue fully and dragged it along in one long, filthy swipe, scooping every thick pearl of batter into her mouth. She swallowed with a soft, greedy moan.
Again and again she lapped, cleaning every last drop while her sweat-slick ass was lifted high, thighs framing the flushed, leaking ruin of her bred cunt. Seed still oozed from her in slow, creamy trails, dripping to join the puddle she had already devoured. She was utterly debased and utterly devoted.
Seven fucking cunts! I really am a sick man.
Bronn sighed, loving the sight, as well as a bit disgusted. Lynesse was completely lost, it seemed. Another gem in his collection of the finest septas. A lovely gift from Lord Hightower.
Yet, the one he had the most expectations from was still waiting outside.
Time to teach Daenerys some magic.
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