Volantis, Essos,
Volantis was just as grand as Bronn had imagined it to be. The city sat at the mouth of the Rhoyne River, occupying both banks. Even from a distance, the city was a sea of activity, and yet there was a subtle air of mysticism.
He watched as the city grew bigger. He didn't anchor his ship at the port. No, he kept his fleet away from the city in the harbor, away from any direct attack that could burn his ships. From his flagships, he sat in large rowing boats to reach the city.
He brought Angelic Knights with him, alongside Daenerys and Unella only. He wanted to first set up a base in the city before inviting the rest over. And Daenerys was his apprentice, so he couldn't just leave her.
This one won't go down easy.
He silently eyed the city, sighing. The Red Priests and Priestesses were concentrated in Volantis after he'd taken over the rest. That meant they were going to focus entirely on dealing with him.
"Be alert at all times." He said, resting a hand on Daenerys, who sat right beside him, still slender and lovely as ever. It was also her namesday, at last coming of age, the ripe one.
Until now, he hadn't done anything to her, never disrobed her. He had made her sit on his lap while teaching her, however. He also often made her watch as he 'blessed' women in Pentos.
Unella was the one responsible for teaching her, and she was doing a fine job, as Daenerys never questioned him. Even if his hands took liberties to brush past somewhere, it meant nothing. In a way, Unella was teaching her that she and her body belonged to the Seven, and by essence to Lord Septon.
He had planned something for that night. Still, for now, he needed to reach the city safely first.
After a long, boring song of the waves, they finally reached the port. A lone boat had reached it previously with Angelic Knights, who now guarded him from the first step. As he stood on the wooden docks, the armored knights made a circle around him.
"Stay close," Bronn ordered, and pulled Daenerys by his side until she was hugging his arm against her soft chest. "Unella, take the other side."
A few septons had already arrived in the city long before, so Bronn already had a place to stay. The question was whether the Golden Company was going to attack him or not. They were officially hired to protect the city. But it was unknown who ran the city at that point.
From the port, they soon entered the streets. Instantly, all eyes were on him as the people of Volantis believed that people of quality shouldn't travel afoot. He didn't give a shit about that because eventually he wanted to turn it into a city like King's Landing and erase all the nonsense.
They headed to Eastern Volantis, which was protected by the Black Walls. The walls were massive, two hundred feet high and wide enough for chariots to race on them. It guarded a large labyrinth of palaces, courtyards, towers, temples, and more. Only the Old Blood, those noble families who could prove unbroken descent from old Valyria, were allowed inside.
In normal circumstances, foreigners like Bronn weren't allowed inside. But his magic was something that made his blood far superior to any Old Blood. The world knew of Bronn the Blessed and his true magic. Besides, he was invited by the Triarchs. Daenerys didn't even need that, as she was purer than most of those Old Blood.
The difference between the city inside and outside was great. Outside was chaos, overcrowded streets. Inside was calm and beautiful, gardens and palaces. One of the smaller mansions was given to Bronn for his stay.
Undisturbed, he was led to the mansion to settle down for the day. There was to be no feast or discussions yet. It was nearing evening, and he was rather tired. And besides, he had greater matters to focus on.
He eyed Daenerys with that thought.
"Lord Septon."
Right then, a septon voiced. He was one of the Old Blood himself, but he had taken up the Faith of the Seven when Bronn was in Braavos, and eventually chose to become a septon.
"What is it, Septon Vaelar?"
"A letter arrived this morning for you. It's from Westeros."
Bronn received the folded, sealed parchment. It was tiny, likely arrived through the use of birds. But he paid no mind and unrolled it to read. Inside was a brief word on Lord Eddard Stark's actions. First, the Red Keep and then Casterly Rock.
So unsettled already? I haven't even given any orders yet.
Sighing, he folded the parchment and put it in his pocket.
"Seven bless you, Septon. I will take my rest here tonight. Come morning, I mean to see the city. Keep watch on the Red Temple, and let me know when they preach openly."
After his commands, the Angelic Knights took their positions to guard the mansion. It was purposefully chosen to be small, as that made it easy to hold.
Bronn entered the residence with Unella and Daenerys. But before anything, he planned to have supper. He needed strength for the valuable lessons he wanted to teach Daenerys.
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Bronn didn't plan to take her that night. No, he wanted that to be memorable, a ritual. For now, he wanted to involve her in the 'blessing' itself. So, he chose to take Unella that night, but in that whole game, Daenerys had a part to play.
It was late at night, and it was the three of them in the locked bedchamber.
Bronn had discarded all his clothes, his fat cock threateningly erect. Unella has removed her septa gown as well, standing tall, proud, with full breasts, wide hips, and a toned belly.
In comparison, Daenerys was still dressed, barely. Hers was a white, thin gown, nearly see-through. Sleeveless, it hung only till the middle of her creamy, pale thighs. The neck of it was wide, as only two thin strings held it, which hung around her neck. And her hair, those silver silken strands, was untied, reaching her hips behind.
Bronn was throbbing at her sight. So delicate, so beautiful. From the seethrough gown, he could see her bright pink nipples, and below, she had trimmed her hair entirely. Truly ripe for the taking. But not that night.
"You are of age now, Daenerys, my beloved apprentice. This very night I shall commence your full training, that your power may swell together with mine own." Bronn lectured like a wise teacher and walked over to Unella. "Men call such things sin beyond these walls, yet here, within the circle of my arms, it is naught but the Maiden's own pure favor"
"I understand, Master."
Oh! Her voice… lovely.
Bronn turned his full attention to Septa Unella, his most faithful. Every depraved act he had ever craved was tested on her willing flesh, and she'd taken it all while moaning prayers to the Seven. Her devotion had never wavered, only deepened.
He walked over to her, one arm snaking around the curve of her hourglass waist to haul her flush against him. Her unbound blonde hair spilled like gold over her shoulders, and he drank in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips before claiming her mouth.
The kiss was hungry from the first instant, deep and wet, tongues sliding together in shameless spirals.
"Hmmm…" Unella moaned into his mouth.
Her greedy, open-mouthed kisses, sucking at his tongue, chasing every taste while her slender fingers wrapped firmly around the thick, pulsing length of his cock. She stroked him in slow pulls, from root to glistening tip, thumb circling the swollen head each time she reached it.
They kissed until saliva gathered. Droplets slid down their chins, trickled along the inner swell of her heavy breasts, while her hand never faltered. Her worshipful strokes kept his cock throbbing in her grip, veins pulsing under her fingers.
At last, Bronn broke the kiss. His hands rose to cup both her full breasts, squeezing the pillowy flesh until her pale mounds spilled between his fingers. He lowered his head and latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard, drawing the peak deep into his mouth. He moved to the other breast, repeating the torment, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp and arch.
Her body had been made to be bred, to nurse, yet he'd kept her womb dry. Tonight was no different.
His cock jerked violently in the air, impatient. With a low growl, he released her mounds and shoved her backward.
Unella stumbled back willingly until the backs of her thighs met the edge of the table. He kept pushing until she toppled onto the polished wood, legs splaying wide, heels kicking uselessly in the air before her legs dangled off the edge. Her dripping cunt hovered at the perfect height, puffy outer lips already parted and shining, inner folds moist and flushed.
"Daenerys," Bronn said without turning. He hooked Unella's knees over the crooks of his elbows, spreading her even wider so her glistening sex was fully exposed, the drooling entrance winking with every breath she took.
"Yes, Master?"
"Take the bottle of red oil I brought." Bronn bent down until his face hovered mere inches from Unella's leaking cunt. "Kneel behind me and coat my holy phallus with it. Knead it. Prepare me properly before I feed Septa Unella the Maiden's blessing."
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