"What so you can drain me and have a bastard in a ghostly appearance of mine?"

She couldn't believe that you knew of her trickery, but her fear was your aphrodisiac. You tighten your grip on her throat, feeling her pulse quicken. Her eyes widen in a mix of fear and lust, her breath coming in short gasps as she nods, acknowledging your power over her. You smile, knowing that she is yours to use as you wish.

"You have power. But I'm not a mere vessel to be used and discarded," you murmur, your voice a dark promise as you release her throat. "You will serve me truly, or you will serve me not at all." Melisandre nods, her eyes never leaving yours as she spreads her legs wider, exposing herself fully to you.

Her amazing body laid bare before you, you can't help but feel a thrill of power. You push aside any thoughts of pity or mercy and take a step closer to her. She gasps as you lift her chin, forcing her to look up at you. "You will serve me," you repeat, "or you will burn." The fire in her eyes flickers with pure desire as she nods.

"I need you my king. Take me," she whispers, her voice thick with need. You smirk, enjoying the power play.

"Your magic is potent, Melisandre, but it is no match for the fire within me." You lean down, your face just inches from hers. Her eyes full of a glint of dancing fire.

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