A Glimpse of Azor Ahai

You feel the tingling spread from your cock through every vein in your body like liquid starlight mixed with liquid fire. Melisandre’s cunt is no longer just flesh - it’s a living spell, rippling, sucking, burning cold and hot in alternating waves that make your balls ache with the need to empty again. Her hips roll like a priestess in ritual, slow and devastating, her heavy breasts swaying above you as she smiles down with those glowing crimson eyes.

But something inside you - the direwolf, the bastard king, the man who has died and come back - refuses to be milked like a passive stud for her red god.

A low, guttural growl tears from your throat. Your hands shoot up, seizing her by the throat and the back of her neck in one fluid motion. Her eyes widen in genuine surprise for the first time. You sit up violently, still buried to the hilt inside her, and crush your mouth against hers in a brutal kiss. Your tongue invades, claiming, while your fingers tighten just enough to feel her pulse hammering against your palm.

When you break the kiss, a thin string of saliva connects your lips. “You want my seed, Red Witch? Then you’ll take it like the vessel you are.”

With raw strength you lift her bodily off your cock -her cunt makes a wet, obscene sucking sound as you leave her empty - and throw her down onto the furs on all fours. Before she can even gasp you’re behind her, slamming back inside in one savage thrust that buries you balls-deep. The **** makes her cry out, half moan, half prophecy.

You fuck her like winter itself - relentless, merciless, claiming. Each thrust is a hammer blow, your hips cracking against her ass so hard the sound echoes off the black stone walls. Her magic flares wildly; the candles explode into towering pillars of flame, shadows twisting into shapes of wolves and stags and burning hearts on the walls.

“Yes, yes, harder, Azor Ahai!” she screams, pushing back onto you like a woman possessed.

You reach around and maul her swinging tits, pinching her nipples until she sobs with pleasure. Then your hand slides lower, finding her swollen clit. You rub it brutally in tight circles while pounding her cunt raw. Her juices and your previous load are frothing white around the base of your cock, dripping down her thighs in messy rivulets.

But you want more. You need to break her control completely.

You pull out again, flip her onto her back, and hook her legs over your shoulders, folding the Red Woman nearly in half. The new angle lets you drive straight down into her womb with every stroke. You spit on her clit for good measure and hammer her with short, punishing strokes that make her entire body jolt.

Melisandre’s back arches so violently her spine looks ready to snap. Her nails rake down your back, drawing blood, and the pain only makes you fuck her harder. The room grows hotter, then impossibly colder - frost creeping across the windows while flames roar in the hearth. Her voice fractures into a chant in Valyrian, then the Old Tongue, then something older and darker that makes the air itself vibrate.

You feel it building, not just an orgasm, but something primal and magical. Your cock swells even thicker inside her, veins pulsing. Every thrust drags obscene squelching sounds from her flooded pussy.

“Look at me,” you snarl, grabbing her jaw and forcing those glowing eyes to meet yours. “I am no tool for your god. You are mine tonight.”

You slam deep one final time and let go.

The release is cataclysmic. Rope after thick, heavy rope of cum erupts straight into her womb, so much and so forceful that her lower belly visibly swells with each pulse. Melisandre shrieks in ecstasy as her own orgasm detonates, her cunt convulsing so violently it feels like it’s trying to suck your soul out through your cock. Golden-red light explodes from her core, bathing both of you in shimmering radiance. For a moment you see visions: dragons wheeling overhead, a wall of ice melting, a thousand burning hearts beating in unison, and you, crowned in frost and flame, fucking the Red Woman across the stars themselves.

Even after the first wave ends you keep grinding deep, forcing every drop into her. When you finally pull out, a gush of your seed pours from her ruined, gaping cunt onto the furs.

Melisandre lies there trembling, eyes half-lidded in bliss, one hand lazily rubbing her cum-swollen belly as if she can feel your essence taking root.

But you’re not finished.

Your cock, still rock-hard and glistening, twitches with renewed hunger. You grab her by the hair and drag her face toward your crotch.

“Clean me, witch. Use that pretty mouth you love running with prophecies.”

Her crimson lips part obediently, eyes gleaming with dark, insatiable delight as she takes you deep into her throat, tasting both of you mixed together. The night is young, Castle Black sleeps, and you intend to spend every hour until dawn using the Red Woman in every way her immortal body can endure - and then invent new ones.

The Lord of Light may demand a king’s seed.

But tonight, the King in the North demands his due.