An Audience

Gilly stayed on her hands and knees, arse raised high, back arched deeply as she pushed two fingers into her cum-filled cunt, trying to keep every drop of your seed inside her fertile womb. Her thighs trembled, and soft, needy whimpers escaped her lips.

“More… please, my lord. Don’t stop until I’m overflowing.”

You gripped her hips and slid back into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust, burying yourself to the hilt again. The wet squelch of your previous load being **** deeper made her moan shamelessly. You started a slow, powerful rhythm - long, deep strokes that dragged along every sensitive inch of her walls, grinding against her cervix each time you bottomed out.

The tent flap stirred.

Melisandre stepped inside without a word, her crimson robes hanging open. Her massive pregnant belly led the way, glowing with that faint inner fire. Her heavy breasts were bare, dark nipples stiff in the cool air. One hand cradled the underside of her belly while the other had already slipped between her thighs, fingers gliding through her own slick folds as she watched you breed the younger wildling.

“Continue,” the Red Woman purred, voice thick with lust. Her glowing eyes drank in the sight - your thick cock stretching Gilly’s cunt, the way the girl’s tits swayed heavily with every thrust, the obscene trickle of your cum being pushed out around your shaft. “Let me watch you claim her womb.”

Melisandre lowered herself onto a pile of furs nearby, legs spread wide. Her swollen belly rested on her thighs as she leaned back, two fingers sinking deep into her own dripping pussy. She fucked herself slowly, matching your rhythm, her thumb circling her clit while her other hand kneaded one full, veined breast. A soft crimson mist began to swirl around her, her magic responding to the raw breeding taking place before her.

Gilly looked over, eyes hazy with pleasure, but didn’t stop pushing back onto your cock. “He’s… he’s so deep,” she gasped to Melisandre. “I can feel him against my womb…”

“Good,” Melisandre moaned, pumping her fingers faster. “Take every drop. Let his royal seed quicken inside you.” Her gaze locked with yours, lips parted. “Fuck her harder, Jon. Let me see that fat cock ruin her for any other man.”

You obeyed, slamming into Gilly with more ****. The wet slap of your hips against her arse filled the tent. You kept your pace brutal but controlled, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, making sure she felt every inch. Your balls tightened dangerously, but you held back, breathing through the rising urge. You wanted to savor this - Gilly’s **** cunt squeezing around you, Melisandre’s obscene display as she fingered her pregnant pussy inches away.

Melisandre’s moans grew louder, more throaty. She pulled her fingers out for a moment, showing you how they glistened, then rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles while her belly shifted and moved with the child inside her.

“Look at her,” she breathed. “So eager to be bred again. Her womb is hungry for you… just as mine was.”

Gilly’s walls fluttered and clenched hard around your cock. She was getting close again, whimpering and pushing back frantically. You reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, driving her higher while you kept fucking her with long, punishing strokes.

Melisandre smiled wickedly, eyes glowing brighter as she watched you edge yourself inside the wildling girl. “That’s it… hold it. Fill her slowly. Make her earn every drop.”

The night was still young, and Gilly’s fertile body was far from done.