A dark ritual

His arms were shaking out of fear. He demanded her to put a stop to whatever she was doing, but Melisandre ignored, standing above him and starting to chant in a strange language. Again he fought against his bonds. But to no avail, as they were wrapped tight. He tried to use his legs, but he couldn't pull them back. The very water was holding them in place!

The bath house was soon filled with Bran's demands to let him go and Melisandre's unholy chanting. Suddenly, there was a sensation. Terrible, it was. A huge pressure on his body from every angle underneath that liquid darkness. He heard the red woman's incantation get more and more fierce. As if the water was trying to **** its way inside him, Bran felt it filling the insides of his manhood, bloating it. And then it snapped. He screamed as the orgasmic pleasure he'd felt moments before turned into a burning pain. Luckily, it went away as soon as it came, everything between his legs feeling numb.

Unfortunately for the Stark, the witch was far from over. The sensation of a strange **** invading his body spread from his crotch. His hipbones felt as if they might break anytime, as something pushed them out from inside. There was another swelling sensation, this time he felt it on his legs. Bran was sure that his thighs were touching one another, contrasting the compressing feeling on his toes and ankles.

There was much nausea the moment it had reached his stomach. Something was coming up. His screams of terror and pain were interrupted as he starting puking. Something slightly white coming out as well.

He felt himself getting fatter. Not only his hips, but his chest too. The red woman's chanting hadn't stopped yet. Bran looked up, pleading her to stop whatever it was that she was doing. The Stark's only response was her bare foot pushing his face inside the water.

He felt as if he might drown. His screams muffled by the pitch black liquid he was submerged in. More sensations had at it all over his body. They were fiery, particularly strong on his crotch and under his armpits, much more so on his head.

With the last of his breath, Melisandre finally lets him out...